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i hate you. i hate you? ☆ cs55

genre: humor, fluff, love confessions, childhood friends to enemies/rivals to lovers (damn, tongue twister), maybe a bit angsty (don't worry too much about it though, lol), flashbacks that add to a tiny slow-burn

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The dwindling friendship that comes crashing down when you get offered the opportunity of a lifetime. Leading to a bumpy road with your best friend.

req!... i swear that when i put angst ITS NOT BAD. anyways, enjoy, anons!

Me encantaría formar parte del equipo, you muse whimsically, pigtails flying against the winter breeze. Sería un sueño hecho realidad.

Despite being young, you knew you were different— came from a divergent background compared to those around you. Your family definitely didn’t have the resources to fulfill your dream to kart or race professionally. You partially blame your brothers for getting you into the sport.

Si. Lo sería, a particular Spaniard, agrees. You smile. Your parents share a pitiful glance before sitting you down. It wasn’t going to happen, not because they didn’t want to but simply because they couldn’t afford such an expensive hobby that would probably kick you in the butt.

That’s where your first guardian angel appeared. Carlos Sainz Sr. Better known as your best friend's father. Without a doubt, he offers to sponsor you, for he grew keen on having you around, enjoying time by the pool with his two girls and shy son.

Was there a way you could ever thank him? No, not really— nothing would ever cover all he’s ever done for you, but you’d make sure to try your best to find a way. Even if it took you a lifetime.

“You’ve known her for a lifetime! Probably five, for all we know!” Lando yelps, running a hand through his curls. “You can’t just call it quits on your friendship just like…” He snaps his fingers.

Carlos shrugs. He fills up a styrofoam cup of coffee, silently offering one to his moody friend. The Brit rolls his colorful eyes. You’re making a mistake, he presses. It’s the Spaniards turn to grow serious.

“Por favor—she should have thought about that before she stole my seat.”

That, you did. It wasn’t an easy decision to make. It could have never been, even if you had been warned. But suddenly you were getting an opportunity, the kind you only ever dreamt of. Carlos would be fine, he was a man who would eventually have a pile of teams interested in keeping him around. You, on the other hand, were surprised that anyone was even intrigued in having you form a part of their F1 team, much less— Ferrari.

This was it, and you had to grab at the opportunity. You just never imagined losing a friend along the way.

Why would you even consider accepting? You flinch and he’s looking as if he regrets it, so you give him the benefit of the doubt.

I know this isn’t what we were expecting, but think of it this way. I'd be coming in 2025 and you would already be too busy preparing to join Audi! It’ll work out. You’re still doing that, right? You knew he was, he had been so excited and told you as soon as he found out. Audi was in his blood.

He runs a large hand through his tangled hair, sighing. Still. You have to say no. You can’t do that to me. It’d be embarrassing.

Your shoulders drop an inch. Why? Because you’re being bought out or because a woman is keeping your seat? His silence is enough for your heart to break and for your mind to be made up.

I’m signing.

There is indignation, and then there is you.

“You are such a—argh!” Pounding your fists against the locked door, you reach out to briskly twist the knob, trying your best to get out of the cramped room. The world was spinning, and you could feel a migraine rolling in strongly, but you swore—swore—you would kill him as soon as you got your hands on him.

The morning had started off fairly simple. Show up, run a few tests on the stimulator, get to know a few of the mechanics you’d be working with, and finally, sign your contract. You had waited longer than intended, due to minor changes you had suggested, so you were extremely ready to get it done. This was supposed to be your day.

That is until the grumpy Spaniard pushed you, locked you in, and ran off before you had a chance to register what was going on. Fred had been adamant—show up on time. The next time he would be available would not be until three weeks, and that was ridiculously long if anyone were to ask. Carlos knew that.

Charles hums slowly, munching on a pack of M&M's when he hears the spine-chilling scream you let out, wood vibrating as you punch angrily. Hurrying over, he unlocks it from the outside, surprised by your appearance. Your hair is tussled, face is blotchy, vein throbbing. It’s definitely a sight to say the least. He mentions something about —he went that way— and —think about what you’re going to do— but you’re off before you settle with any of it.

The twists and turns make your head hurt, practically seeing red before you come to a halt. Smiling sophisticatedly, Carlos is sat, legs crossed, fingers pointing to his watch. No. “News for you, my dear friend; Fred just left.” The Spaniard winces playfully, already making his way out the door. “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Charles was right. You should have thought about what you would do. Jumping onto his large back, your flimsy hands dig into the forest he calls hair, and pull. He screeches, swaying from side to side as he hurriedly tries to disconnect your legs from around his waist. Let go, he groans harder when you pinch his arm.

“Why? Why did you do this—any of this?” At this point you’re kicking and screaming, panting, heaving. “Is it really that difficult to accept it? You lost. I’m in, you’re out.”

“At least we know she’s a fighter.”

Coming to a sudden stop, your eyes flicker to the familiar voice, instantly burning up. Fred taps his foot gingerly against the white tiles, an amused Monegasque standing right behind him. Jumping off of the sulky brunette, you begin to shake your head in disbelief, pointing towards the exit. “N-no…you’re supposed to be gone. He…” Then it hits you. This was a fucking set up.

“While I’m evenly impressed by your toughness, I will say, I think we should put a hold on signing.” Your stomach drops. The older man quickly waves his hands in dismissal, grinning apologetically. “We still want you! Nothing has changed, but I think it’s for the best that you fix things with Carlos before doing so. It’ll be good for you two.” With that, he bows his head, and strolls away, heading for the airport.

“I’m out too,” Charles whispered, slowly stepping back. “Fill me in on what happens, though!”

As soon as your breath evens out—and Carlos creates a safe distance between you two—you let out a deranged chuckle. He almost cringes at the cold sound, but keeps his chin up high. “You did this all on purpose?” It’s a question but comes out more like a confirmation, which in a way, it was. Shutting your eyes, you tilt your head with a ghostly smile. “You knew he hadn’t left and let me make a fool out of myself. Why would you do that?” you grit, orbs laser focused on him as if you could light him up into flames if you really set your mind to it.

“Why would I not?” he stubbornly spits back.

“You asshole, I’m just trying to make your dad proud.”

A pinch of guilt dives deep into his veins as he watches you stomp down the hallway, mindlessly tugging at his heart.

I say we let him burn, Ana pitches the idea, laying flat on her bed as you scoff with a knowing smile.

Does it make me a bad person if I don’t disagree with you?

She sits up, eyeing where you calmly paint down on a canvas. She squints her eyes. “What even is that?” Holding your art with pride, you shoot a sheepish smile. Nice, huh? The Spaniard’s youngest sister giggles, nose scrunching up at the dark sight. “I’m confused—is he supposed to look like that?”

You curl an analytical brow, shooting a quick snarl. “I think it’s pretty good. And yes. He’s supposed to be getting run over by my future car. What a sight.” You dramatically swoon.

Ana drops her stare, focusing instead with a teasing curl gripping the corner of her lips. “Remember when instead of plotting his death, you’d be fantasizing about a life with him? God, I could still remember all the hearts—the glitter.” She shudders, faintly recalling the mess in her room, which led to Reyes giving you both a good scolding, but not before winking at a red-faced you.

Looking away feverishly, you shake your head, picking up the flimsy paint brush once again, never once bothering to make eye contact with her. “I was young. Stupid as shit. I can’t even remember what I loved about him.”

“Liked,” she corrects you.

You cough. “Right. Liked.”

If the Spaniard took the time to sit down, roll through a philosophical journey, wonder where things might have changed for him—it would have saved him enduring a puddle of dreadfulness at this very moment.

Ana’s wedding. The first of his sisters who would get married. It was a bittersweet day, and not just because she was finally leaving the family nest. “Who is she…” he can hear himself ask. Almost demand. The brunette smirks, slightly pleased.

“My best friend. You’re nemesis,” she jokes.

Carlos growls slowly, lightly pinching her cheek as she yelps. “With. You know what I mean.”

“Lalo. She met him a few weeks ago. Very nice guy.” A beat. “Please don’t ruin my wedding.”

But he’s not even listening. Brown eyes follow to where you stand straight, arms crossed over your body like a shield. He always knew you’d been self-conscious, but never understood why. You were stunning. Lavender dress hugs your curves beautifully. A trace of honey fills any area you fall into. Your hair is nicely pinned up, allowing him to enjoy your silky skin.

And it seems like Lalo too.

Rubbing a large hand against his smooth jaw—which was only neat since Reyes had hounded him to fix his appearance for his sister’s big day—he smoothly made his way over. Rupert warns the Spanirad with his eyes, but Carlos scoffs. Did everyone think he had something up his sleeve?

“Enjoying yourselves?”

Mid-sip, your face freezes, doe-eyes flickering between Lalo, then Carlos. Then Carlos, then Lalo. God, when did the room begin to boil? Your voice gets caught in your throat, to make matters worse. Carlos’ personal trainer pity’s you for a split second, deciding to help out. “The drinks are stellar, mate. We’ve been hogging the bar for so long at this point.”

The brown eyed boy studies your so-called date, faking a cold smile. “You don’t say…Carlos, by the way,” he says, extending his arm out. “Remind me of your name again, sorry, she’s just never mentioned you before. At all, really. I apologize.”

“That’s okay, we only just met a few weeks ago. We’re taking it slow.” We’re. The word itself makes the 29 year old fear he might puke right then and there. “Eduardo, but you can call me Lalo. Huge fan.”

“Mines or hers?” Carlos bitterly questions, thick lips forming a straight line. Lalo awkwardly clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth, pulling away and leaning in to hold you close.

“Guess it’s my turn to apologize now. Hers. Always. But you’re pretty cool, too, I suppose.” His voice is light, unbothered. It makes Carlos tick furiously, though he doesn’t dare show it. You can’t pinpoint the moment tension rose up, snapping you out of your trance. Blinking hastily, you aim a sour snarl at the Spaniard.

“We were sort of having a good time, so…” You shoo him away with a jeweled hand. “I just don’t want to kill the vibes. You understand, right?” Barely giving him a chance to respond, you turn back to your conversation, leaving Lalo and Rupert to appear puzzled, but stupidly playing along.

With a raw click of the tongue, the 29 year old takes a step forward, leveling down to your ear. “Pretend all you want, but you’re still wearing my initials around that pretty wrist of yours.” And walks away.

It was true. Your parents had gifted you a lucky charm bracelet for your fourteenth birthday, and Carlos greedily beat everyone to it. A car, for your love for Formula One. A chili, a shy thank you for his nickname. An ice cream, well, because you just loved ice cream. And a cursive CS. For him.

Watching him walk away left you with a hole in your heart. You did not need a reminder like that on a day like this. Wearing it was purely out of habit, it had no meaning to it anymore. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself. The need to use the restroom was a complete lie as you wordlessly peek for the broad Spaniard. You spot his glossy shoes first, sticking out the photo booth.

“Scoot,” you say, gently cramming him in deeper. Once you get situated, you slide the silver charm off, handing it over to him. “Here.”

He furrows his dark brows. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t want anything tying me back to you anymore. It was kind—sweet—but that was past you. You’re cruel, mean, rude, a fucking jerk now. I don’t like that, so— here.”

“I don’t want it,” he retorts, curling your flat hand into a fist, forcing you to hold it tight.

“Well I don’t either, so what is there to do? You know what; I’ll just sell it. It’s not even that significant,” you mumble, already making your way out, but not before he hauls you back. Falling straight onto his thigh. You can feel your pulse quicken, your cheeks tingle, and your eyes suddenly burn. “Let me go,” you squeal, trying your best to weasel out of his grip. He groans, placing a large hand on either side of your hips, pushing you down.

“No. Just listen to me first.” Sighing, you nod. You should be climbing off; there’s room for two. He should be pushing you off; there’s room for two. But none of that happens as he clears his throat, rehearsing his words over and over before you raise a neat brow, waiting for him. “Perdón. Por todo.”

Not what you were expecting and he could tell when you let out a small gasp. Nervously, he licks his lips, admiring your plump ones that don’t lay too far off from his own. “I used to be so proud of you when we were just kids. When you first admitted you wanted to race too. It was adorable, the way your eyes lit up.” Your breath deepens, unknowing of what this was leading to. “But I’ve always been proud. That’s never changed.”

“You’re a terrific liar,” you timidly chuckle, patting his shoulder, making him back off a little. But he only ricochets forward, twice as close. Your insides churn.

“You don’t know how fucking happy I was when you got a seat. Over the moon. But I won’t lie; I was hurt and said some shitty things that have no excuse tied to them. I know I hurt you—I know that now. But that feeling vanished when worry came creeping in. I don’t want you to sign that contract.”

You flinch, reality crashing down on you once again as you examine the Ferrari driver. “Why apologize if you haven’t changed? My feelings aren’t a joke,” you whimper pathetically, tears sliding down your cheeks, soft brows drawn together.

He panics, gingerly brushing them away to the best of his ability and you don’t have the power to fight him off anymore. You’re too busy getting your heart broken once again by the same man.

She’s beautiful. Insanely—it’s insane. Her eyes are a shade of green I’d never thought I’d like.

I once wore a shade of green shorts last summer and you called them ugly. Said it looked like vomit.

Carlos sighs dreamily, dominantly shaking his head.

Well crap. I must’ve changed my mind.

Present him, was taking in your frantic sobs and he doesn’t know how else to calm you if it's not by rubbing your back gently. It takes a while, but you eventually ease up, occasionally letting out a shaky breath. “First of all, let me tell you why I did everything within me for you not to sign. It’s no good.”

You tilt your head in confusion, nose runny as he hands you his handkerchief. “I-I’m confused.”

Carlos chuckles. “What was the one thing I would always complain to you about when I was away racing?” Lack of privacy? “Okay, second thing I raved about…” When you don’t answer, he sheepishly wiggles his brows. “How tired I was with my team. It’s exhausting because like it or not—we’re not at our prime. I don’t think we will be for a couple of years. But for my benefit, I’ll be gone, and then it’s only going to fall on-”

“Me,” you finish, glossy eyes dancing through his painful expression.

He nods. “Listen, Charles will be fine. Mentally not, but he’ll do just okay. It’s you I’m worried about. Not only will you dive in, nose first into a world of ruthless men, but you’ll always be the entire blame. In their eyes, it'll be you. What did you do wrong? How could you fuck up? And sure, you might sometimes—it's inevitable— but other times you won’t. But you’re a girl, and that’s enough for the fingers to be pointed at you.”

Shaking your head profusely, you instantly reach up to catch your hair from falling from its tiring up-do. He helps you out, combing his fingers nicely, though this time it doesn’t get rid of the queasy feeling. He was right. God, why did he have to be right?

“I’m well aware of what I’m about to get myself into. But I think I can handle it. I can’t not do it—imagine how many girls it would help pave the way for? I’m sure as fuck it won’t be easy, and it might threaten my sanity, but I need to do this. And I’m sorry.”

An unfamiliar wave crashes against his warm eyes, a low breath being expanded into the air. You can feel it, taste it. Mint mojito. Your body told you, you liked it, with the way you wanted to lean in and kiss him—just to confirm. Pursing your lips, you continue. “You have your future decided and I have mine.”

With a hesitant bow, and a tide of curls flying forward, he clears his throat. “You’ve always been this way. Dedicated. And I could never decipher why. Until now.” He can’t help but brush his nose against yours. Your eyes flutter shut, allowing him to appreciate your pretty features. “If you’re sure, then I’m right behind you.”

You almost want to laugh, but are too scared to ruin the moment, so instead count his freckles. “I am…” A sharp inhale. “But what’s the second thing?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said ‘first of all’. I would assume there’s more…” You know there is, but you just want to hear him say it aloud. You’d seen the way he glared viciously at Lalo, chest firming. You’d seen the way things had shifted between you two, months prior, after his break up.

If this racing thing doesn’t work out, you would make a killer artist. He whistles.

Down boy, you joke. It’s just a swan. I resonate with them.

He sits up straighter. Then consider me a swan, too.

You laugh loudly, tossing your head back as he smiles. Why all of a sudden?

Just.

“It took me a while to get here, but I’m here.” He cradles your delicate face. “I think I love you. I-I mean I know I love you. Your stubbornness, your compliance. Your level-headedness, your intrusive actions. Your need to persevere and be better—even if others make it hard on you.” You giggle, poking his chest. “But above all, I love the way you made me work for it. I’m glad you did because how else could I have realized if you didn’t drag that dead-beat?”

“Hey! He’s nice!”

The 29 year old tsks. “Nice isn’t enough and you know it.” His pink lips graze over yours as you lean in too. “You’ve always been a smart girl…” He’s about to kiss you when you slide back, leaving him hanging. He clenches his jaw, seeming teased.

“I love swans because I know I can love as deep as one.”

“I can too.”

“And I know, you know, that I love you too.”

“I do know that.”

“And I lit you up on fire, but only on paper!”

His brows furrow. “Yeah, we can circle back to that. But I don’t care. I love all that about you. And I want you to know my father has always been proud of you.” He winks. “But never as much as me.”

“We’re doing this then?” you ask nervously. “Y-you’re still going to have to grovel. I don’t give up that easily. Especially after all you’ve put me through.”

Carlos gently nods, eyes adoring you. “I’ve waited more than a decade for this moment. What’s one more?”

And he kisses you.

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24 HOURS AGO・。.・゜✭・. LANDO NORRIS

SUMMARY: in which lando knows it’s not fair to try to change your mind about pursuing your dream! (inspired by jack & jack's song, lotta love)

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CONTAINS: artist!reader, fluff, breakup & angst!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: don't know how euros work that great lol so bare with me and maybe i could turn this into a part 2??? alright so i’m back in my jack and jack era and i thought this song would make a good imagine :)

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before entering this two year long relationship with you, lando knew your dream was to open up your own painting studio to be able to teach children how to open up their creative side — the first time you guys had met was when lando accidentally bumped into you in front of your old art class that you were temporarily teaching at.

"oh i'm so sorry, my friend here is a bit clumsy sometimes." max apologized as lando helped you pick up your art supplies while giving him a glare.

they had both seen you every morning for the past week and max noticed lando's eyes lingering on you for awhile so he had this grand idea to finally make lando talk to you and this was that grand idea.

"yes i'm very clumsy." lando nodded and went along with it. "your board thing broke too, i can pay for your stuf-"

the three of you looked down at your broken palette and you shook your head picking it up. "you know what lando and..."

max gave you a cheesy smile and a little nod. "oh i'm max."

"well lando and max, you guys could come to my art exhibit tonight to make up for breaking my very expensive palette." you knew that it was just a cheap one that your sweet old boss had given you to work with but they didn't have to know that.

max quickly nodded and agreed for the both of them which earned another glare from his best friend. "we'll be there!"

later that night after going through half of his wardrobe and a few of max's shirts, lando finally chose his black button up shirt and his khaki colored jeans.

"if i was that girl i'd totally slip right out of my clothes for you." max joked. "oh by the way i can't make it, have a date with pietra in an hour."

so on the ride to the exhibit lando found himself going through most of his pickup lines and jokes in his head and when he found a parking spot right in the front his eyes landed on you.

he kept his eyes on you as he walked over to where you were, you had been wearing an orange dress with your hair curled and for a moment he felt speechless and all the things he was going to say just slipped out of his head.

"lando! i'm so glad you made it!" you gave him a quick hug and handed him a last minute portrait that you decided to add. "this thing is about to start so please be a dear and hang my last painting up in that corner there."

while you ran off to talk to an older man he stood up on a little stool and put your portrait up, lando wasn't interested in art but something about your painting was kinda calling to him.

€ 453.52

yeah he was definitely buying it.

when you made your return back to the table you saw him fixing the labels on the bottom of your paintings.

you couldn't lie he looked really good.

as the night went on he was really intrigued by all the art that others made, your boss had pushed you to go hang out with lando while he stayed behind to watch your stand.

"you need a life outside the art world so now go talk to him!"

lando listened as you talked about what you've been doing for the past few years and when it was time to talk about his work, you found yourself amazed by it.

your dad had tried getting you into formula one for years but you just couldn't find yourself interested in it. "over 200 miles per hour? pretty dangerous."

"i actually have a race in two weeks here in monaco, maybe you can come? i could give you passes of coarse." he said with a cheesy smile.

you nodded and let out a laugh. "sure, i would like that."

before you could continue talking your boss called you over and as you walked over there max had called him about a forgotten reservation they had planned a few days before.

"i'll be right back."

he looked over to you and saw there was people interested in buying your work so he wrote a little note to you and left it with your boss.

dearest y/n,

sorry i had to go in such a rush but i had a lot fun tonight.

i can pick up the beautiful painting tomorrow and maybe we can get dinner?

xxx-xxx-xxxx

lando

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lando recalled being excited to finally make it to the third date because everyone knew what happens after it — it had already been five months of you guys talking but because the both of you always had busy schedules it was very hard to set up this third date.

my boss is leaving to new york on tuesday so i'm available!

if you can make it you can totally stay over my apartment for a few days 🙂

as soon as he read your messages he booked a flight over to monaco since he had a free week off. "you should bring her to another race, i really liked her!" daniel told him as they left the cooling room.

he arrived in monaco just an hour before your shift ended so he made sure to get you some roses and when it was time he made his way over to your job where he saw children saying goodbye to you.

look outside!!

when you were finally able to look at your phone, you looked up and saw lando standing outside giving you an excited wave.

as you waved back at him your boss called you into his office.

i'll be out in a bit

your boss had called you in telling you he was going to sell the studio in a few months and move over to new york. "trust me y/n, i will call you as soon as the place is up and running..." he said as he fixed a few papers up on his desk. "you are my favorite worker and i would love to have you as a temporary teacher again."

"i know i have told you about becoming a full ti-"

"i just don't see you ready for that right now..."

you had told your boss time and time again that you wanted to become a full time teacher but he always had excuses for it and as he used another excuse you looked over to lando who was swatting something in the air with the roses he had in his hand.

"thank you for the opportunity but i think i'm going to take a break from the art world for a good while."

so after getting your stuff together you made your way to lando.

"finally, there was this huge bee attac-" he was so caught up in looking for the bee that was just attacking him a few minutes ago that he almost didn’t feel your lips place a light kiss against his cheek. "oh um..."

you pulled away with a smile on your face and let out a little chuckle at how red lando's face was turning. “c'mon my house isn't that far from here...”

he handed you the roses he had bought you, some of the petals had gone missing due to all the swatting he was doing with them but you still appreciated it.

"they're beautiful lan."

he smiled and nodded, face still red. "not as beautiful as you." he noticed his voice crack due to all his nervousness. "wow that hasn't happened in awhile..."

you intertwined his fingers with yours and began walking in the direction of your house with a smile on your face.

when the both of you arrived you gave him a tour of your apartment and he loved everything about it due to it giving cozy vibes as he said and when you guys finally made it over to your room he saw the vision board that you had hung up on your wall.

"i want to open up a studio in new york one day..." you told him as you took down your board just to show it to him. "i kinda quit since he wanted me to become a temporary teacher over in new york and that's not what i want so maybe later on i'll be able to do it but for now i think i'm just going to take a break."

he slowly nodded — he knew that you guys had been talking for only a few months but he really wanted to help you out with this, maybe even help you open up your own studio one day.

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you remembered the first time your parents were going to meet lando and you were freaking out because you had never introduced a guy to your parents.

when your mom found out you were finally seeing someone she got excited because she was starting to think you were never going to give her grandchildren.

when your dad found out you were finally seeing someone he was suspicious of the guy but when you told him it was lando norris his mind completely changed — he had watched formula one for years now and even tried getting you into it when you were younger but you found it boring.

"he's here! please be nice and do not bring out the baby pictures!" you told your parents before opening the door.

"we'll be on our best behavior, promise."

and even though they had promised you, you knew they were still going to embarrass you by the end of the night.

just last week you had met lando's family and they adored you.

lando knew your parents meant the whole world to you so he made sure not to goof around too much and by the end of the night your parents loved him.

"this is the greatest day of my life!" your father had said since lando had promised your dad some vip passes for next week's race you figured that was what won him over.

when your parents decided it was time to pull out the baby albums you decided to go into your old bedroom to change out of your dress and quickly update lily on how the night was going.

as lando looked at the pictures of you he saw one of you around the age of eight maybe, painting a wooden dollhouse.

"she's always loved doing art projects when she was younger..." your mother had told him. "has she told you anything about maybe looking back into teaching again or maybe opening her studio?"

he shrugged. "i think she's been looking for a spot here in monaco since i just moved here but she hasn't said much."

your mother had worried that being in love was stopping you from doing what you love the most so she could only hope that it wasn't that. "my y/n has always been independent so this whole relationship you have going on, i hope you're truly taking it seriously because she has never introduced us to anyone so i think that says she likes you a lot." your mother told him which he nodded and just before he can talk your father spoke. "you hurt i promise i will hunt you down, that's all."

lando saw you returning back to the table with a fuzzy orange blanket and he smiled at the sight of you before looking back to your parents. "trust me, i'm not going anywhere for a very long time."

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landonorris the future mother of my kids everyone

lilymhe y/n asked when landonorris tell her very soon 🤫 landonorris and bring her back to me rn lilymhe gtg

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finally two - almost three years into your relationship, the both of you were already moved in with each other and lando was thinking about popping the question to you since everything was just going great with the two of you.

he already knew he was going to propose on christmas day.

"almost all gone again!" you smiled at him, seeing that one painting was left on your stand.

"well your work is amazing." he said as his chin rested on the top of your head as you looked towards your stand.

you had been close to purchasing a studio here in a monaco but you still had doubts and lando wasn't sure why that was so when he saw your old boss entering the exhibit and you running to hug him it all came back to him, your dream.

"i'm so glad you're still here! i have something to tell you!" your old boss said as he gave you a big hug and lead you towards the buffet table.

lando stayed behind by your stand as some people were asking him questions about your art work and while he was answering them, he kept his eyes on you who jumped up with excitement but then looked back to him.

yes you had been painting and doing side jobs in art classes, constantly talked about opening your studio even sometimes doing modeling gigs but lando had thought you'd be doing it here in a monaco so you could stay with him.

"you're not going to believe it!" you said with the biggest smile on your face, he stared at you in silence fearing what you might say "lan?"

"y-yeah sorry, what did he say to you baby?"

you explained to him that he was now selling his studio to move to paris and before he could sell it to someone else, he recalled you wanting a place in new york.

"that's amazing! what did you tell him?" he asked trying to sound super excited about it but deep down he was a nervous wreck.

you smiled at his excitement. "that i would think about it..."

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landonorris im with her in every universe, sorry mate :)

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maxfewtrell me too landonorris both of you leave and never come back

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lando had stayed over max's house the next night and max could tell something was wrong with his best friend — he was way too quiet which he never was and looked like he had a lot on his mind so when he asked lando about it, he told him the whole story including the part of wanting to propose to you tomorrow.

"she's going to chose to move over there mate..." he told max making his voice crack. "it wouldn't be fair of me to beg her to stay but i can't make her stay if she doesn't want to, i mean this has always been her dream!"

he knew this would be simple, just move over there with you but that was not what he wanted.

the both of you had been good twenty-four hours ago but you felt something different between the two of you, he felt distant like he had something in his mind but he couldn't tell you what it was.

"i don't know lils, i know he won't want to come with me and it wouldn't be fair to ask him to come with me, he hates new york."

you knew this would be simple, just stay over here with him but that was not what you wanted.

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landonorris after some time and consideration, y/n and myself have mutually decided to end our relationship but we will always remain good friends. i wish her the world over in new york and have so much respect for her and all she does as an amazing and strong woman. ❤️

please respect our decision and respect our – but more importantly and especially her privacy moving forward.

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ynusername after some time and consideration, lando and i have mutually decided to end our relationship but we will remain very good friends. i wish him the world have so much respect for him. ❤️

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you were having a small art exhibit for the the first time in your brand new studio and had a few friends travel over just to visit, you had been hoping lando would show up but as time went on you figured he wouldn’t.

“i’m sure he’ll show up.” alexandra told you as she gave charles one of your paintings to hang up on the wall.

the both of you still texted a few times throughout the week and even facetimed whenever you guys were available.

“hey y/n, someone called in wanting to buy whatever portraits are left by the end of the night!” alexandra said as she held up an unknown address somewhere in monaco.

you smiled as you nodded, the extra money would help out so much with new supplies and just before you could help charles hang up some other extra things you saw max walking in.

“he wanted to but something came up…” max said as he took a look at your new portraits, noticing that one looked a little like lando. “but he did give me this to give to you.”

a note.

my dearest y/n,

i’m sorry i couldn’t make it out today on your grand opening but i just wanted to congratulated you on opening your shop! there was never a doubt in my mind these past three years with you that you ARE the most talented artist in our generation.

i promise to make a trip over to new york sometime soon!

with all my love,

lando

by the end of the night only a few portraits were left and as max watched you pack them up into a box to ship to the unknown address in monaco, he got on the phone with lando who was currently curled up in bed thinking about what to say when he decided to call you later that night. “so what are you going to do with all those paintings now?”

he looked around at his now empty walls that once had your paintings hanged up. “place them around the house.”

his eyes landed on the little red box that held the ring that was supposed to be yours on his nightstand and thought about maybe going to travel to your place tomorrow morning as a surprise. “actually max, i think i’ll be seeing you tomorrow morning.”

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day 12: hyunjin + marking

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tw: mention of masturbation (m); oral sex (f receiving); fingering (f receiving); hints at cheating (reader); unprotected piv sex (don't do this at home 🤨); ♡

wc: 2,1k;

not too kinky lol sorry - but honestly as i was writing this i came up with an idea for a future fic 👀

this is part of my kinktober masterlist. you can find my regular masterlist here (tho it will not be updated until the end of kinktober) ♡

🔖 (open): @linos-kitten ; @luneskies ; @kxcies-blog ; @idunnomanmynamewastaken ; @cessixja ; @stolasisyourparent ; @kookiesbunny ; @xoxo-xoxo-bunny ; @ivyskzsworld ; @mal-lunar-28 ; @leetaste ; @sunnykynnie ; @channiesgoodgirl ; @seonghwatoothless ; @mrsminho ; @seungminluv3 ; @jin-from-the-block ; @aaasia111 ; @sulkygyu ; @whosanaanyway ; @y-ur--I ; @vixensss ; @nightimescapes ; @freckleboilix ; @dreamingaboutjisung ; @yourbeomiebear ; ♡

to make sure i add you to the taglist, your age must be clearly visible on your profile. also, empty blogs will not be added - add at least a profile picture to your blog so that i’ll know you’re not a bot. ♡

smut below the cut, minors dni.

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Hyunjin liked to think of the human body as a canvas.

A big, blank canvas ready to be used, decorated, customized, adorned in every way possible. Personally, he loved to decorate his in a less drastic and permanent way than with tattoos or piercings - even though he found it extremely attractive and badass on others. He loved to personalize his body using all kinds of jewelry - necklaces, chains, rings, bracelets, sometimes chokers. Then, he loved to put makeup on - just a plain dark brown eye-shadow on his lid, messily blended with a black eye-pencil using the pads of his fingers to give his look a smudge effect; finally, he loved to paint his nails, usually opting for a dark brown or a pitch black color.

However, since he met you, he found out he also liked another type of decoration on his skin - the signs you’d leave on his back with your nails when he’d fuck you.

He discovered it casually.

It happened one day when he was looking at his naked figure through the mirror right before taking a hot shower - and he saw them. Faint pink on his chest and abdomen, bright red on his shoulders and back. Irregular shapes drawn by your fingernails on his skin while you were under him - although the ones on his spine vaguely resembled of a heart in his eyes, but he might’ve been biased. He got hard once again when he noticed the marks, and had to relieve himself in the shower, imagining your fingers on his skin once again.

Memories of what had happened moments before underneath his sheets, when you begged him to fuck you harder, to don’t stop, to keep thrusting like that kept running through his head, and he found himself getting hard once again, despite the two orgasms he’d had between your legs.

To him, it was like having proof, directly on his skin, therefore clearly visible - that what you had was true, and not just a projection of his own imagination. It was real - you had been under him, him all over you, inside of you, your nails on the skin of his back, scratching it as he thrusted relentlessly, body pressed tightly against yours.

Then, as soon as you both finished, it was all gone. You were gone.

That’s all he was left with - an empty bed and a few marks on his pale skin.

But the marks on his skin made everything real even though you weren’t there with him, and from that moment on, he never wanted them to fade away. The next time you fucked, he practically begged you to scratch his back with your nails - begged you to do it hard.

You thought it was because he liked pain during sex when really - all he wanted was for them to last longer on his skin.

Right now, he was giving you oral. Kissing your pussy with passionate reverence, dragging his plump lips all over the surface of your cunt, brushing you skin so delicately it made you shiver, nose bumping sweetly on your sensitive clit each time. And then he licked your lips, those lips, placing his tongue flat on you before he started lapping at it before closing his lips around your clit.

Hyunjin was good at many things, but never the best at anything - that’s how he felt about himself. However, he firmly believed his oral giving skills were pretty much incomparable, not to brag - and he was confident you’d never find anyone else who’d appreciate your pussy more than him. And it wasn’t really because he loved pussy - which he did -, it was more because he was crazy about you and he had no other way to show you except for sex.

Hyunjin kept sucking on your clit as he brought his fingers to your pussy, ready to slip two of them inside of you, and as his digits slowly made their way inside of you, your fingernails ended up on his shoulder, making him whimper.

“Hyunjin…”, your nails felt like claws on his skin, and he was sure you were going to leave marks on his shoulders, and he couldn’t wait to see them reflected on his bathroom mirror, see which irregular, abstract shapes you’d drawn on his body this time.

Maybe it was the artistic side of his personality that made him do it - but he’d snap a couple of pictures of the signs you’d leave on his body every time, and kept them in a secret folder on his phone.

He sucked harder on your clit, swirling his hot, wet tongue around it as he moved his fingers inside of you just how he knew you liked it. With his other hand, with which he was making sure your legs’d stay spread out for him, he parted your labia, exposing your clit even more to make sure he’d reach every single spot with his tongue.

“I’m so close, Hyunjin.”, you moaned, moving your hand from his shoulder to his hair, running your fingers through it.

It took him a few more sucks on your sensitive spot to make you reach your high, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as you clenched around his fingers, toes curling as you tugged at his hair. He took his time with cleaning you up, licking your orgasm off of your skin, swallowing it and humming at the taste - he could never get enough of it.

Then, something inside of his head snapped. He moved his lips from your pussy to your groin, not wanting to overstimulate you and wanting you to give you the time to come off from your high properly, and placed a delicate, wet kiss on the soft flesh. Then, he sucked and added his teeth to the mix.

He wanted to give you something to remember him from, too. He knew he could never do something like that on any other part of your body, knowing you’d get in trouble if anyone noticed the signs on your skin, so he had no other choice than to leave them there.

“Hyunjin, what are you-“, you stopped yourself mid-sentence before realizing what he had in mind. “Hyunjin, you can’t.”

He detached his mouth from your skin, then looked at you through his eyelids - eyes absolutely dark with lust and pussy drunk. “Just a couple.”, he pleaded, leaving a chaste kiss on the faint mark that had appeared on your skin. A shiver ran through his body at the sight. “They’re easier to hide here.”, he caressed your inner thigh with his knuckles.

“But what if he…”, you didn’t finish the sentence, but he knew what you meant to say anyway.

The thought pained Hyunjin, but he knew he couldn’t really say anything. He nodded, chest heavy, but he knew he had to respect your decision. He wanted to think you were his and only his, that no other people were involved, and that what you had was real and went beyond pure sexual satisfaction, but he couldn’t. You could - leave marks on his body, in any place you wanted, scratch him, bite him, anything you wanted. He couldn’t.

“Maybe just… a couple.”, you whispered after a few instants, twisting one lock of his hair around your finger.

His head snapped in your direction, and he looked absolutely caught off-guard. “Are you sure?”, he wanted to make sure you wanted it too and weren’t just agreeing on this because you felt pressured.

“Mh-hm.”, you hummed, nodding. “Just- don’t bite too hard. They’ll be easier to cover.”, you explained.

He nodded, and then his lips were on you once again. Lips brushing softly against you, before he latched his mouth on the soft flesh. He sucked lightly, not using his teeth yet, only his tongue to wet your skin to ease the friction. He hummed against your skin when his teeth gently scraped your skin, not properly biting your flesh - just like you asked him, but it was enough to make you moan. He pulled away to look at the work of art he’d left on your skin - the mark was much more visible now, but nothing that a good concealer and some powder wouldn’t hide. He really wished you wouldn’t, tho. If it were for him, if you were his, he’d mark you all over your skin and wouldn’t even want you to hide them. In fact, he’d make you show them off proudly, so it’d be crystal clear to anyone that you were his.

“Mine.”, he grunted under his breath, the adjective slipping out of his mouth automatically, before he could stop himself as he latched his mouth on your groin once again, this time a bit higher. He hoped you hadn’t heard him.

You had, but you didn’t say anything.

Those hickeys looked insanely good on you, Hyunjin thought once he pulled away to admire the two marks on your skin. He wished he could leave more, but he was already grateful enough you’d let him leave those two.

“They look good on you.”, he whispered, brushing them with his fingers, not tearing his eyes off of them.

“Mh, they do.”, you agreed. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, making him snap his head in your direction to look you in the eyes. “Maybe if you fuck me right, just how I like it, I’ll let you leave more next time.”, you whispered sensually, biting your lip.

The thought make his cock twitch for two reasons. Firstly, because the eventuality of sucking another hickey on your skin was nearly enough to make him come untouched; secondly, because of the implication in what you’d said - that he’d get to be with you again, that he’d get to have you once more.

“I fuck you right every time, tho, don’t I?” Hyunjin chuckled, positioning himself between your legs, aligning the tip of his cock to your entrance as he pressed his body on yours.

“You’re right, you do.”, you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. “You always fuck me so well.”, you whispered on his lips, and his cock throbbed once again.

Slowly, he started to push inside, closing his eyes and parting his lips as he bottomed out. Then, once he made sure you’d adjusted to the feeling, he started to rock his hips to meet yours - slowly at first and then faster and faster. Panting, he hooked one arm under one of your legs, the new position allowing him to sink even deeper inside of you.

Now it was your turn to latch your mouth on the skin of his neck. Even though you’d left plenty of marks on his back, this was new, but you could tell Hyunjin definitely liked it. You sucked on his skin, biting and licking his soft flesh for a few seconds before pulling away - the mark was much brighter than the ones he left on you. You bit your lip at the sight, and decided to leave another one, this time on his collarbone, as your hands found their way to his shoulders and back.

Hyunjin let out an embarrassingly deep sound when he felt your nails on his skin, and snapped his hips faster, hitting the right spot every time.

“Harder.”, he moaned when you scratched his back. He wanted those marks not to fade, he wanted them to stay on his skin for as long as possible, until he saw you again. He wanted something to remember, something to prove that it wasn’t just a fantasy.

Each time you scratched his skin, practically sticking your nails in his flesh, he thrusted harder inside of you.

“Hyunjin.”, you moaned, kicking your head back, exposing your neck and collarbone. Oh, how he wished he could suck a beautiful, red mark right there, for everyone to see… “Close.”

You came with a high pitched sound, and he followed you not too long after, with an animalistic grunt and your nails on his skin, releasing inside of you.

That night, when he went to take a shower - he wasn’t imagining it. As he looked over his shoulder to see your marks on his skin, he couldn’t believe his eyes, and bit his lip at the sight, because this time there really was a heart on his skin. A big, deep red heart shape right in the middle of his spine, and he could clearly tell the trace of your nails. And then, the two hickeys on his neck.

Hyunjin liked to think of his own body as a canvas, too - and he liked to think of you as the only artist allowed to draw on his skin using whichever tools you wanted, as the only person allowed to use his body it whichever you preferred.

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Ooo can I please request a drayton x reader, where the reader is really adventurous and reckless and is always putting themselves in harms way to have fun, despite his laid back personality, he absolutely worries about the reader, especially if they've been gone a long time, like bro just asks where they've been and why they disappeared for a couple days, and the reader was like oh, I was exploring with miraidon or practicing the new fly feature and training my team, bro was about to send out a search party for them lol. The rest of the BB league find it cute and amusing and poke fun of drayton, even though they were low key worried themselves. Oooft, sorry if this was a handful

Paldea, Kitakami, and the Terarium are all like huge playgrounds for you and your Pokémon...and oftentimes very dangerous ones at that.

As much as Drayton enjoys hearing about your adventures, he does show frequent concern about whether you're being careful or not while exploring.

But you're known for being quite the reckless trainer who loves taking risks and messing around all for the sake of "fun". And he gets it. He likes that carefree vibe you have.

It just worries him whenever you're gone for days at a time and nobody's heard from or seen you.

When you finally stop by the club room, Drayton asks where you've been and you'll say some shit like "oh I was bluetooth-ing my brain to my big pseudo-dragon legendary and beating up the local Dodrio population but I might've used the machine too long bc I got a killer migraine afterwards.......oh, and I flew up to that teraglobe thingy and found a cool bottle cap!"

"Sweet, that's worth a good----wait, how tf did you survive the trip up there???" He does the quickest double-take, shocked when you mentioned your 'raidon's new flying ability.

"Wanna take it for a spin?"

"...nah, I'll pass. I get motion sickness."

Lord help him if you're a shiny hunter.

You shared a story about the time you rushed headfirst into a Golurk outbreak zone on the steep slopes of the polar biome and damn near got hypothermia....

All because there was a slim chance that a different-colored one could be there and you wanted to catch it.

Man, and he thought Kieran was the crazy one...

Once, you got lost in the chargestone cave looking for a metal alloy for your Duraludon, and Drayton damn near sent out a search team (consisting of himself and all his dragons) to find you.

He's like "dude..if you wanted one you should've just asked".

"....but that's not as fun as risking life and limb to find it in the wild and wrestling with the nearby tera porygon for it :(("

As for the rest of the BB League, they're no strangers to your bizarre stories.

In fact they find it endearing how much Drayton worries about you or brings up your name during lunch.

Lacey and Amarys are the ones who usually tell him to chill, believing you're responsible enough and your Pokémon are strong enough to protect you....while Crispin's always like "I hope they don't forget to eat :O"

Then there's Kieran, who just looks at him like "hold on [y/n] did WHAT now????" and honestly getting a little jealous you didn't tell him those stories.

The one thing they can all agree on, though, is that he 100% has a crush on you...

But he denies it ofc.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #indigo disk x reader #pokemon drayton #drayton x reader #pokemon drayton x reader #headcanons #platonic

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So I had another request!

It’s filthy (to me anyway lol)

But you don’t have to do it if it crosses any lines!

But I was wondering 🤔 how would Brahms Thomas jason and micheal be if their s/o wore super sexy outfits all the time and teased them? Like I’m thirsty for it 🤌🏻

Like I KNOW a part of them would be upset that their sweet s/o is teasing them and showing off for others and that results in angry sex🤌🏻

There is no shame here. Not much crosses lines to me 😌

Brahms Heelshire

Would be absolutely transfixed at the outfits you wear. Would raid your closet and pick you out things he would want to see you in, helps you shop online (*cough*Sugar Slasher*cough*) and would love for you to give him a fashion show when you get new outfits. However...he will throw a massive tantrum if anybody else sees you in your pretty clothes. Will destroy an entire room if he so much as thinks about someone seeing what belongs to him.

He's totally fine with you parading around in skimpy clothes, would prefer it actually, but will hide in the walls and sulk if you tease him too much.

Thomas Hewitt

Would act similar to Brahms in the sense that he would be so enamoured by anything you wear. Would stare all the time, gingerly reaching out to feel the delicate lace or silky material of your clothes. Would stop in his tracks if he catches sight of you, a lovestruck look shining in his eyes, and he would love to see all the different type clothing you have.

If you are around others, mainly Hoyt, he will physically cover any exposed skin that he deems inappropriate. Even going so far as to remove the tablecloth and drape it over you like a blanket to cover you up or snatching you up and taking you to your shared room (Which saves you from any leering from the lecherous old men of the house so you don't really mind)

He wouldn't know how to react to you teasing him. His brain would just shortcircuit and wouldn't be above hauling you over his shoulders and dragging you someone private if he gets too riled up.

Jason Voorhees

Is at a complete loss tbh. Torn between thinking it's inappropriate and nearly drooling at the sight of you. Would like to feel all the different type of fabrics and material, marveling at all the colors, and would love to see you show up with new things for him to look at. Likes to feel included.

Would probably steal clothes from campers he kills that he would think you would like.

If you tease him he will be confused at first, but will follow you around constantly until you finally pay attention to him. He doesn't quite understand the concept of a "tease" and will think you are punishing him by not letting him touch you. Will become more and more handsy the longer you tease him.

Michael Myers

Is indifferent at first. Thinks it's just your preferred style and will appreciate the flashes of skin the short skirts and low-cut shirts offer, but doesn't really care past that. The more skimpy and revealing the outfit is, though, the longer he will stare and eventually paw at you. During his usual stalking you throughout the day if he sees anybody staring at you or making inappropriate comments, then they will definitely end up missing or found with their eyes and certain body parts missing. You are for his gaze only.

After that he will start marking any skin visible with bitemarks, hickies, or his handprints. Staking his claim. And you don't have a chance to tease him because he will just scoop you up and pin you against the nearest flat surface. He doesn't like being denied and being denied you will have him throwing a tantrum that is basically a killing spree until he eventually corners you and takes what you've been dangling in front of him.

Will show up later with blood splattered skimpy clothes he stole that he wants to see you in and will stand in your personal space and stare until you change.

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wholesome proposal/wedding thoughts

i need könig so bad man

totally sfw :)

in the least love bomb-ish way possible he would be infatuated with you immediately and if you wanted to marry him within the first 3-4 months of dating, he would say yes

but, knowing you, he waited long enough until you guys had gotten serious, lived together, and waited until you had made multiple jokes or references to you guys being married

i love him but I don't think he’d be the most subtle guy when figuring out what ring to get you

you first noticed when he spent an inordinate amount of time looking at your hands when you wore rings

you would also catch him looking in your jewelry to see what colors you usually got

(he makes sure to get the absolute basics of if you prefer silver or gold)

as it gets closer to the proposal you notice a couple of your rings go missing briefly, because he took them to a ring shop to get them sized

when you asked him if he had seen them around he just happened to know the obscure places you ‘left’ them

Like in the cupholder in your car, or in one of your dresser drawers…

once he found the perfect ring, he’d be sooooo paranoid that he was gonna lose it, and checked about 100 times each day to make sure it hadn’t magically disappeared

he also would change his hiding spot for it, so that you never found it

given that he is a very private (shy) person, the proposal is not done with a large audience

he most likely would take you on a semi-private dinner, in a less busy restaurant, or one that offered more private seating so that you two could be more alone

however the one person he does invite is either one of your best friends or sibling (who ever is closest to you) and has them wait somewhere nearby so that they can capture photos of the proposal

once again, he is not subtle…

you defo notice that he is more nervous than normal and barely touches his food, which is VERY unusual for him

then finally when dessert is served he grabs one of your hands and says that he wanted to ask you something (lol you already know)

he tells you how fulfilling your relationship has been and how much he loves and appreciates you

then finally gets on one knee and says, “will you do me the honor of marrying me?....Please?” (guy’s hands are SHAKING)

you obvi say ofc, yes!!!

both of your hands coming to his face pulling him towards you into a kiss

in return he pulls you completely against him, wrapping his (giant) arms around your torso and you are assaulting his face with kisses, only interrupted when he says

‘schatz schatz, I need to give you the ring’ a laugh rumbles through his chest, gently pulling you off of him and guiding the ring onto your finger

both of you have glossy eyes at this point

for the next two weeks he is on cloud nine, absolutely nothing deters his mood

he also holds your hand CONSTANTLY and stares at you even more than he normally does

man is just so happy

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kornflake82 · 9 months

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i was sent this ask:

"Hello, you! can there be a headcannon where, (Scout, Sniper, demo, and my favorite Texan, engi) hugging S/o and the merc is like: “Oh no I’m in love with them” as their face is all red? And, S/o is sorta worried about them and asking “you good?” this scenario has been itching my brain for a few days lol

Anon jilly🦭🌺"

and i believe you may have forgotten to turn anon on when submitting the ask, so i still saw your url. out of respect for your anonymity, i will answer here instead of from the inbox, so hopefully it still finds you well! also i hope you don't mind i do a mini scenario for these as opposed to HCs, just to give yall a little more content :3

Mercs Getting a Big Ole Hug

Scout

-You two always had a strong bond, and a dynamic like childhood friends. It was always fun and games with Scout, and when the time came, he knew how to comfort you and be there for you albeit in his own clumsy and Scout-y way.

-It wasn't until he noticed the way the other Mercs looked at you did he start to see you as more than just a friend--he now became acutely aware of how soft your skin felt when it brushed up against his, the way your hair perfectly framed your face, every small detail about you, and he couldn't believe he never noticed any of this before.

-It was your day off, and as usual, you spent it with Scout. The two of you tired yourselves out playing catch outside, as well as other fun roughhousing typical of your other pastimes. While running for the ball, you tripped and fell forward, but Scout was quick enough to catch you, and held you in a tight embrace. You instinctively wrap your arms around his torso and bury your head in his chest. He maintains his grip on you, but his face is as red as his uniform--all of a sudden the outside air feels cramped and he's getting clammy. It was like getting hit with his own Atomizer: all the times he's admired every little thing about you coming together all at once to beat him over the head with the realization that he was in love with you.

-You finally let him go, looking up at him and yelping a bit in surprise. "Scout?! What happened to you? Should we go see Medic?!" You ask frantically, concern showing on your scrunched features as you took in Scout's seemingly-ill state. "N-Nah, I'm okay, really! More than that, actually...I feel amazin'." He gazed at you with a softness you hadn't yet seen before, but it sparked a warmth in your heart and your tummy that you didn't oppose.

Sniper

-Sniper wasn't exactly one for PDA, let alone physical touch. Just didn't tickle his fancy. But you, something about you gave Sniper the desire, for the first time in ages, to hold, touch, and generally be around someone of his own volition. But for some reason, he just couldn't find it in himself to act on those desires. Whether it be his own deeply-instilled professionalism or cowardice, he couldn't tell. Whatever it was, all he knew was him being afraid of scaring you off. So he did nothing. The minimal interactions with you now would suffice, and his imagination could do the rest.

-You weren't exactly having the best day. Just yesterday, you scuffed a one-on-one encounter with an enemy merc that cost your team the mission, and today's target practice was not kind to you either. You found yourself alone on the range, tears of frustration pooling in your [color] eyes as you trudged along to set up the target dummy Sniper once again. Overwhelmed by frustration, you found yourself hugging the Sniper dummy for even the slightest sense of comfort, dropping your rifle to the dust below with a thud. The real Sniper, who had volunteered to check on you, heard the sound of your rifle hitting the ground as he left the base. The impact immediately spiked his adrenaline and caused the worst thoughts to run through his mind. He quickened his pace, almost falling over in place once he beheld the scene. Sniper couldn't help but feel a tug on his heartstrings watching you embrace the dummy of him. A warm flush crept its way to his rugged features as he realized the depth of his feelings for you way-exceeded his expectations.

-It's now or never, he thought to himself, finally finding the courage to approach you. He put a large gloved hand on your shoulder, eliciting a fearful shriek from you. Your face reddened with embarrassment, stammering as you tried to come up with a good excuse for your behavior. Wordlessly, Sniper wrapped you up in a tight embrace which immediately soothed your worries. "Shhh. It's alright, roo. Don't cry, now." He spoke just above a whisper, and despite being there to comfort you, he himself was trembling with anxiety at what he's just done. When you finally gathered yourself and parted from the Aussie's embrace, your eyes widened. "Sniper! What's gotten into you?!" He looked down at you with a slight smile, as if it would conceal the way his heart pounded in his chest.

"You have, sheila."

Demoman

-He wasn't always drunk! Okay, maybe he was, but that didn't mean he was always unaware. He was especially aware of a certain little merc who always took him to bed, always got him water, and always made sure to wish him a goodnight, even when the rest left him to drink himself to oblivion. He thought of you very fondly, like a close friend more than just a colleague. You were the first of the bunch to ever show a genuine compassion for him and actually attempt to care for him even in his drunken state (and he knew that was no easy feat).

-It was another night like always, the rest of the team off taking care of their own business while Demo had some precious one-on-one time with his scrumpy, this time accompanied by you! And you were actually drinking with him! It was the weekend, after all, and you decided what the hell, why not, and let your hair down a little. While not nearly as intoxicated as your Scottish companion, you definitely felt the buzzy warmth of drunkenness sneaking up on you. You felt more bubbly, confident, and silly. You gazed upon Demo fondly as he slurred through stories of missions, both failures and successes.

-Right as he was getting to the story's climax, he raised his arms above his head for dramatic affect, and you impulsively leapt into them. "Awwe Tavichhh, I wuv when you tell stowiesss" you mumbled into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso as if he'd leave you any second. The sudden show of affection almost sobered Demo up a bit, but he quickly dropped his arms and returned your embrace. In his drunken state, the warmth of your body against his felt like fire, and he couldn't help but notice the way you fit perfectly into him. Demo soon grabbed your shoulders, moving you back to meet his gaze. The sudden serious look on his face sent a shiver down your spine. "D-demo! What's the matter?!" He took in your flushed face as if he were looking upon the Mona Lisa herself before finally speaking, "Oh it's nothin, lass. I just enjoy lookin' at ye."

Engineer

-You were lucky enough to get some time off when you were informed this go-round of contracts did not include you. To your surprise, they didn't include Engie, either. You discovered this when you bolted for the workshop in a panic as you realized your prized headphones were destroyed! You were about to go on a walk before fishing them from your backpack and soon met with the disappointment of your prized possession in tatters--wires frayed, and hanging down almost mockingly.

-As you busted through the double doors of Engineer's workshop, he jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his wrench. "Well howdy to yourself too, darlin'!" He regained his bearings and approached you with a chuckle. "What's got you in such a tizzy, hm?" You simply raised the broken pair of headphones up*, looking at him like a lost puppy. "M-my headphones are destroyeeeddd!" You whined. Engie, behind his goggles, looked at you with a twinge of pain in his eyes just from hearing how distraught you were. Though he was empathetic to your "loss", he couldn't help but admire how adorable you sounded when you whimpered, and got a bit of an ego-boost from how you immediately came to him for aid. Engie took the headphones from you, inspecting them closely as he set them down on a nearby workbench. "Y'know, dear, these might not be a lost cause...let's see what some good ole fashioned Texan ingenuity can do!" He assured you with a sly smile.

-You fidgeted nervously as you watched over his shoulder while he tinkered away on your poor headphones. "Can I get you somethin' to drink darlin'? Maybe some water?" Engineer didn't take his eyes off the headphones as he spoke, currently re-twisting and wrapping wires before getting to work on the broken frame of the device. "I'm okay, thank you, Engie..." Truthfully, you were just too nervous to take your eyes off of the headphones while Engineer repaired them. Of course, you trusted his skillful hand, but with them being such a meaningful item to you, you couldn't help but hover over his shoulder and watch. Suddenly, Engie spoke up again, this time with a command-- "Close your eyes, dear." Nervously, you did as you were told. Engineer turned to face you, gently placing the repaired headphones on your head. Your eyes shot open and hands immediately went up to feel the newly repaired device now muffling your hearing.

-Without a second thought, you pulled Engie into a tight embrace. "Engie, you're the best!! Thank you so much!" You exclaimed, nuzzling his chest a bit as the two of you embraced. His large gloved hand gently caressed your back, giving it a slight pat in response to your praise. While Engineer typically maintained a relaxed exterior, internally, he was practically melting. A proper southern gentleman such as himself couldn't be indecent in the presence of a lady, but the fog on his goggles and pink in his cheeks said otherwise. You pulled away, removing the headphones. You went to inspect them further, but the sight before you stopped you dead in your tracks. "Engie?! You feeling alright??" He looked like he was about to pass out--and he felt like it, too.

-Engineer simply nodded, placing his ivory-colored cowboy hat on your head in response.

*this is exactly what i envisioned for this scene btw

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wormswurld · 3 months

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shoutout @femcelfuneral for reminding me abt felix absolutely coming apart the second ollie starts to play with his nipples 🤤 like jesus christ the sounds that would come out of that man would be Heavenly...

like thinking abt felix n ollie playfully arguing and ollie (being the fucking weird freak he is) decides to pull on felix's nipples to ????? shut him up??? get a reaction out of him??? assert dominance?? who knows! but felix's brain just immediately shuts down like !!!! "ollie, mate, i seriously dont- nghhhhh...." and his pretty face just twists up due to the short lived pain, his mouth going all slack, eyes quickly rolling back,, and ollie just looks at him like Oh Shit I Just Discovered Something About The Both Of Us lmao

after this new found Reaction ollie likes to play with them whenever he gets the chance absolutely reveling in the power he holds over felix,, this probs leads to felix wanting to get his nips pierced 😊 yet it's too embarrassing to get them done at a tattoo shop so ollie does them instead..."you ready felix?" ollie questions, eyes quickly raking over felix's shirtless body, taking in the vastness of his his chest and the way it rises and falls. hes so cute when hes nervous. "u-uh yeah, im ready ollie" felix responded anxiously, hands fidgeting with the sheets beneath him. slowly leaning over as not to scare felix more (not that it mattered anyway) ollie positioned himself eye level with felix's nipple. with small needle in hand, ollie looked back up at felix as for confirmation before piercing his rosy colored bud.

without missing a beat, felix let out a high pitched gasp, his hands struggling to ball into a fist as he felt the the pain permeate through his warmed flesh. "fuckfuckfuck..." felix muttered, throwing his head back in pleasure as ollie swiftly slid the small metal bar into his now puffy nipple. and oh, why don't you look at that. felix is bleeding. god, piercing him was one thing, but seeing him bleed was a whole other level of arousal ollie never knew he could feel. throwing all semblance of normalcy out the window, ollie leisurely licked at the small trail of blood left from the piercing. "nghh-no ollie please..." felix begged, this causing ollie to quicken the pace of his tongue gliding over the now gone crimson colored liquid that once marked felix's skin. and that's what did it. the most guttural moan made its way out of felix's mouth, as a wet spot began to spread its way across the front of his blue boxers. with that ollie decided to stop his actions, finally getting what he truly wanted out of felix. complete power and control. in that very moment felix was his and the light sheen on blood over his lips and chin proved that.

i have no clue what the fuck came over me with this. i just started writing shit...OOPS! thank u for coming to my ted talk that turned into an unexpected oneshot lmao love yall (u can tell i had to stop myself from continuing lol its late and i need to calm tf down...) 🤗

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sweaterweatherever · 1 year

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Could I maybe request a Xavier one-shot where reader is part hell hound and he doesn't know that's a hell hound and so he meets hell hound version of her every night at his shed and he just takes it in as his pet but then one day she has a slip up maybe she got too angry or something and accidentally transforms infornt of him and ends fluffy or smutty if smutty then maybe he calls her his pet and it's kinky

Imagine is just cuz it looks nice and I was excited to share it when I found it looking on Google lol

Stray (Xavier Thorpe x Reader)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Friends to enemies to lovers. Smut. AGED UP CHARACTERS. Minors DNI. Pet play. I promise you, it’s not as dirty as you might think! Unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal. Xavier gets whiny, and actually calls the reader a bitch during a fight.

A/N: I finally did it and changed the colors and icon! As for the fic, I made it so no one knows what reader is because it made more sense for Xavier not catching on. Also, go to therapy. Don't be like them. Maybe OCC? Thank you all who encouraged me to post it, because it is wordy! I just love writing desperate romantics.

Requested: Yes. Loved getting the image @littlewierdalien Sorry if I just took your idea and went wild.

You stretched while sitting cross-legged on your bed. Your arms came to raise high over your head, and then you bent forward. It was no use. Your joints were still hurting.

“You should go run.” Yoko said, bored out of her mind. She was scrolling in some social media app on her phone, with the sound off, so you were unable to tell what it was. “I can hear your back pop from here.”

“Yeah, maybe. It’s just I don’t…” You walked to the window. Not a full moon, you should be safe from werewolves. But the weather was still nice, and it was before curfew, so there was a chance there were some students out there. “I don’t think it is a good idea.”

“No one will see. And if they do, what does it matter? As long as they don’t see you shift, no one needs to know you are anything else but a stray.”

“You are pushy today.” But still, you took off your jacket, leaving you in your t-shirt and sweatpants. You took your shoes off too. Quickly, you connected your phone to the charger and plugged it in.

“You are driving me crazy, with all the popping and stretching. You will get, like, arthritis or something.” Yoko said, frowning. She was somewhat right. Your senses were enhanced too, and you knew hearing your joints creak could be creepy. If you could stop it, you would, but staying too much time in one form tended to make things like this one happen.

“Fine.” You grumbled. “I will be back before midnight.”

The halls of Nevermore were quiet, so close to curfew. There were barely any students out of the dorms, and you stuck to the shadows, making sure of not being seen. Your feet were hurting from the cold, but it was for the best. The fewer clothes you took with you, the less you had to hide when you shifted.

No one bothered you as you made your way to the forest. It was a beautiful night, the forest smelled like wet earth and leaves, but it had passed enough time since the rain that there were interesting scents there. Your inner hound was begging you to let her loose, so she could chase them and exhaust herself running down some prey.

You found a secluded path and started stripping, placing your clothes beneath some trees. When you were younger, changing had been as easy as breathing, often shifting between the two in your childhood home, secluded from society. But then, you had gotten older, you had needed to go outside your protected little bubble, and you had to put an end to it because it just wasn’t normal. Little girls weren’t supposed to turn into big, salivating hellhounds, it just wasn’t right. It didn’t help that hellhounds were an endangered species, since they were the perfect guard dogs. If anyone found out what you were, you could have ended up hunted down by unscrupulous people, who would love to use you as a breeding mare for perfect little soldiers. And so, you had learned to space out your shifts, spending a long time in your human form and hiding what you were.

In Nevermore, that made you a mystery. No one, except your roommate, knew exactly what kind of outcast you were. Some speculated you were a normie, here by chance. You and the staff had encouraged that perception, even at the cost of making you an easy prey for bullies. It was for your protection, Principal Weems had said. She didn’t want the kind of attention that your secret being known would bring to the school, or to you.

Shifting was harder, now, body out of practice, out of tune with your double nature. You took a deep breath and prepared for the pain that always came when you spent too much time stuck as a human. The crackling of bones, the joints popping, and the hair piercing skin was as unpleasant as ever. To you, it felt like it took an eternity, but you knew thanks to Yoko the shift was smooth. One second there was a girl there, the next a black hound stood.

You opened your jaws, making them pop. It felt good to be in this form again. Things just seemed clearer, easier. Dog’s thoughts were much simpler than humans, and they were such instinctual creatures, too. It was all about the smells, the noises, the tastes. It was a refugee for when life as a human got too complicated.

You started sniffing the place. There were a few familiar smells in the forest. Boy, outcast, like you. You didn’t know who he was, but he was near. Strange smell, boy. The one who hanged around Wednesday, the barista. He had always smelled odd. Normie, female. Mrs. Thornhill. You liked normies's scent, it was much softer than outcasts. Her scent would be the one you would track for the night, you decided.

You did a few laps, the same she must have done when collecting her plants. Then, you got distracted by a bird, and choose to chase it, unknowingly dragging you closer to a well-travelled path. Again the smell, boy, outcast. Not nice, it smelt artificial. It made you sneeze. The boy's scent was covered by something, without it, it could be much nicer. It wasn’t perfume, you knew how that smelled. You were pondering what it was when the bird suddenly startled, and so did you. Someone was coming down the path. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, your legs tensing, ears going down. It was a tall person, although you couldn’t see their face. Boy. Outcast. Not wolf, not gorgon, not vampire. Sirens and psychics, those were harder to detect. And much harder to fool. In your panic, you forgot the first rule of the forest. Watching your step.

You fell into a ditch with a sharp yelp. Pain throbbed in your front leg, and you started crying out almost immediately. It was instinct.

“Who's there?” A male voice asked. You shut up immediately. It was no use. You heard the tell-tale sound of leaves crunching underneath boots. Shifting would be a bad idea, leaving you hurt, naked and stranded in a ditch with a stranger. But staying like this left you vulnerable: What if it was a bad person and tried to hurt you? Some people did that to dogs. Or… seeing you were injured, chose to be merciful and kill you? People did that too to dogs, all the time. Or was it done to horses? When they broke a leg? Panic was grasping at your heart and your thoughts were racing too much to allow you to think. It was no wonder the stranger caught up to you.

“Oh.” The guy said, and you looked up to meet your eyes with the ones of Xavier Thorpe. Of course. Of all shitty things. You two didn't know each other, not formally. He was in some of your classes and Enid, Yoko's best friend, knew all the juicy gossip about him.

You growled, showing a row of pointy teeth.

“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you.” Thorpe raised his hands in surrender, and slowly approached the ditch. He was very tall. That was all you could think of. One of the tallest boys in your year and now, since you were in your hound form laying on a ditch, his height made it all more intimidating. You panted, eyes going glassy with the pain and fear.

Thorpe kneeled near the edge of the ditch, lowering one of his hands for you to sniff. He was brave, you had to give him that. You struggled to scamper away from his hand, but were unsuccessful. The pain in your leg was too great. You wondered if the injury would translate to your human form as a broken wrist.

“Easy there.” His voice was low and patient, hand still extended. You gave him a careful sniff. His fear was obvious in the way his body tensed, but his hand did not twitch. He smelled like the something that made you sniff before, some sort of chemical. Paint. You gave him a careful lick. Thorpe smiled. “Good boy.”

Thorpe patted your head. “I am going to get down there with you.” He announced, and sit down with his leg hanging in the border of it. You whimpered, but made no move to attack him. Thorpe lowered himself next to you. God, the boy was foolish, getting inside an enclosed space with a hurt dog that weighted at least 120 pounds.

“Okay, I’m going to try to lift you up.” He explained, as if you could actually understand him. You flinched when he touched your back, but allowed him to do it. One of his hands touched your hurt leg, and you started whimpering in pain again, showing him your teeth. Thorpe did not freak out, raising his hands in surrender again and standing very still.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” This time, his hands went beneath you, lifting you in such a way your legs were up in the air. The human part of you fought the instinct to growl and turn, hiding your weak areas. Thorpe was forcing you to expose your tummy and neck, and you didn’t like it. “Oh, you are a girl.” He commented, while placing you carefully in terrain next to the ditch. You tried to stand and run, but were unable to put weight on your hurt paw, whining again.

“Shh…love, take it easy.” Thorpe pulled himself out of the ditch, face stained with dirt. He was trying to calm you down, but you could tell he was nervous too. Hearing you wail in pain was killing him, so you attempted to tone it down for his sake. “I… I’ll get you water and food, just wait here.”

True to his word, he gets back with water and some food. You lap gratefully at the water, watching how he cuts a steak into tiny pieces, slowly, painstakingly.

“I couldn’t get dog food, but I snuck into the kitchens for these. Google says dogs can eat meat, both raw and cooked.” He offers you a tiny piece, and you chew it greedily. You are exhausted, and shifting burns plenty of calories. So does being in pain. “God, why I am explaining this to you? I lost it, finally.” Thorpe chuckles to himself.

You push your nose against his knee. He pets your head, and you close your eyes in pleasure. Petting is something only your parents used to do for you, and here, with half of the semester already gone, something you miss.

“I wish I could do more for you.” Thorpe rubs at your ears. “I don’t know whether your paw is broken or not, or where to take you.” He falls silent after that.

You stay there for what feels like hours. He keeps patting your head softly, and you start to doze, muzzle against his thigh. The moon is high in the sky when Thorpe gets up and leaves, giving you a regretful glance. “If you come back tomorrow, I’ll be here.” He says. You stare at him. When you judge he is far enough, you transform back into human.

“Fuck.” The pain on your wrist, it has to be one of the worst things you have ever felt. Transforming back hasn’t done you any favors, but you cradle it to your chest and hurry towards your clothes. Staying out of your dorm isn’t an option tonight, Yoko must be having kittens at your lateness. You had told her you would be out only half an hour and by the position of the moon in the sky, it must be near midnight. You manage to sneak in undetected, and notice that Yoko’s light is off, since you can’t see it from the hall.

“What the hell were you thinking?” As soon as you open the door, you come face to face with your disgruntled roommate, who turns the lights on like you are the teenager just caught sneaking around in some teenage movie.

“Oh my god, you just gave me a heart attack!” You clutch at your chest.

“Oh, I did?” Yoko asks, lifting an eyebrow in a way that’s so effortlessly cool you envy her. “And how do you think I felt when you disappeared for, like, four hours and I tried calling you and your phone was here?”

“Sorry, Yoko.” You walk to your bed, hiding your wrist behind your back. “I… I ran into Bianca’s ex. I couldn’t come back sooner.”

“You smell wrong.” She answers, eyeing you up and down. “Like blood. But not bleeding.” She takes a suspicious glance at the way you are standing with your hands behind your back. “Show me your hands.” Yoko orders.

“What? Why?” You try to play it cool, like you don’t know what she is talking about. But you aren’t exactly a great actress, so it comes out far too defensive.

“Don’t play stupid. Did Xavier do something…?” Yoko pounces like a shark smelling water, already thinking on the worst-case scenario. She has a soft spot for you, so even if she is friends with him, you know Yoko would kick his ass no questions asked.

“No!” You hurry to say, and show her your wrist. Under the light of the lamp, you can tell it’s starting to bruise. “I think I broke it. He startled me and I fell into a ditch.”

“A bruise, of course.” Yoko steps forward and gently cradles your wrist between her hands, fangs popping a little. She twists it, abruptly. You yelp, but don’t pull away. It doesn’t hurt as bad as you thought. “Only sprained, don’t worry. We will put it in a brace and I bet you will be better in no time. You got better healing than baseline humans, right?”

“Just like you.” You answer and allow her to take care of you.

Your wrist takes about two weeks to heal. Time enough for the hound to get antsy under your skin. So, the first night you get the chance, you announce to Yoko you are going running and that you might be out a while.

The shift is smoother, this time. Less pain, your body remembering it has changed not so log ago, but your joints still ache. Your front leg is still a little weak, and so, you skip the running tonight, choosing to walk. For some reason, the dog’s mind is very fixated on Thorpe’s smell, and you end up following it all the way to his shed. The door is halfway open, and since the hound isn't really concerned about boundaries in the same way humans are, you push it open with your nose.

He is in front of a canvas, drawing something with harsh, angry strokes. He jumps a little with the sound of the door opening, turning towards it with the brush held out like a weapon. His eyes scan the door, and when they meet yours, he relaxes.

“Hey, girl. You look better.” Thorpe greets, setting down the brush. He steps closer to you and rubs at your ears. You understand then why the pull of the hound towards this place was so strong. Dogs are social creatures, and she often feels lonely. It's like this deadly secret only you and Yoko know separates you from other people, like some sort of Cain’s mark that doesn’t let you be really close to anyone. The hound craves interaction, and Thorpe treats you like a human, and one he cares about. The hound loves it. “Came to see me?”

You nose his thigh, sneezing a little at the smell of paint.

“Oh, you poor thing.” He steps away, and you barely can stop the whine from leaving your throat. “Here, let me open the windows.”

Thorpe busies himself setting you up with a bowl of water. He then places a blanket on the floor and offers the space to you. If you were human, you would smile at his kindness, but the only way you can show your appreciation in this form is by wagging your tail and licking excitedly at his hands. He doesn’t seem to mind, petting you absentmindedly and going back to his painting. You doze then.

You wake up when someone yelps, near you. Lost in the instincts of the dog, you bark sharply, still half asleep. You come to your senses when you see Thorpe with blood coming out of the back of his neck. You rush to his side, sniffing the canvas carefully. A monster squirms inside of it, trying to escape. You had heard about his powers, the art animation. He must have lost control in some way.

“Easy, there.” Thorpe says when the monster finally stills. “I keep dreaming about him.” He confesses, rubbing your back. You allow it because he looks shaken. It’s more for him than for you. “This monster… I think it is the one behind the attacks.”

You lick at his hand because what else can you do? You are terrified, but there is not a lot you could do in dog form about it, much less without blowing your cover of a domestic, totally normal, yet oversized dog.

It goes to hell that Monday. You are talking to Yoko, on your way to class, when a hand grasps your wrist from behind. You turn, eyes narrowed.

“I… Sorry…” Thorpe says, a blush creeping on his cheeks. His hand is still holding your arm, a grip gentle enough you could slip out of it if you wanted to. “You look familiar… Have we met?”

Yoko gives him an unimpressed look, grabbing your wrist and tugging it out of his arm. You mourn the loss of contact immediately.

“No.” Yoko answers. “My roommate and you don’t know each other.”

“Are you sure…?” Thorpe asks, looking attentively at your face. He is genuinely confused, and you panic. You need him to stop looking at you so closely, you don’t need this kind of attention. “Your eyes…”

“Those kinds of lines don’t work on me.” You laugh, airily, trying to do your best impression of a silly, flirty girl. You don’t want him thinking too much about your eyes, the same ones of the too intelligent hound he has met twice already. “I’m Y/N.”

“Xavier.” He says, caught out of guard. Xavier continues to stare at your eyes. “I feel like I have seen you before…”

“Yeah, in the like, five classes you share.” Yoko rolls her eyes and starts dragging you away. “We will be late.”

You should stop. You know it. It would be a risk, a stupid one, to keep going back to him when he is so observant. But you can’t help it. There is something about him that calls to you. The hound is obsessed with him, his smell, his gentle touch. She likes him, in a way she hasn’t taken to any other human before, except your family. You keep going to the shed and try not to feel too guilty when he talks to you and pets you, all kind words and soft touches.

“I keep seeing this girl…” He explains to you, one day, when the bags beneath his eyes are more prominent than ever. Xavier looks so tired, your heart hurts for him. You had assumed it was dreams of the monster keeping him up, but that is not it. “She… I have seen her in class. We talked the other day. She stands, naked in the forest, blood all over. But I can’t help her. When I call her name, the dream disappears.” He laughs, humorlessly. You place your paw over his leg, demanding pets. “I tried talking to her, but she thought I was flirting with her and… God, she is friends with Yoko and she is a menace. I don’t want to creep her out.” You press your paw, more insistently. Xavier smiles slightly and rubs behind your ears, just in the way you like it. You offer more of yourself to be pet.

It’s bad, then. You have gathered that Xavier’s only power isn’t just art animation, but that he is also a psychic. The only explanation you think is possible is that you get attacked by the monster, and you turn to defend yourself. Xavier doesn’t tell you if the blood that covers you is yours or is it from someone else. You can’t ask.

Living in fear isn’t a new sensation for you. You are constantly scared of your secret coming out. Living knowing danger is imminent and everything you fought so hard to keep buried is going to come up any minute, is strange. You are afraid, yes. You are also on edge. Yoko constantly sends you to run in the forest because she can’t stand you. You see more of Xavier.

One night, you find him sitting down on the floor, head buried between his knees. He smells sad. You lick at what you can reach of his face, cleaning his tears. That makes him laugh a little. He hugs you against him, burying his face in your fur, like a scared little kid. You feel a pang on your heart when you hear him breathe harshly, trying to calm down. Xavier lets out a puff of air, and you squirm.

“Fuck, sorry. You are such a good girl.” He says, scratching behind your ears. “I got bad news from home. My dad, he can be such an asshole…” And so, he tells you about his father, and you vow to keep it a secret because he doesn’t really know you understand what he is telling you.

Then, they take him in custody for the murders, and you don’t understand. You cry, and punch your pillow, and you can’t say anything because you are not certain, you weren’t exactly keeping track, but you think you can be his alibi. It would mean sacrificing everything, and it’s tearing you apart, and so, you spend many sleepless nights of your own.

It finally falls apart when Crackstone attacks the school. You don’t know it then, you will learn it later. What you do know, is that Enid is missing, and that Yoko is worried sick. She blurts out something about a secret society, torturing the barista at the Weathervane.

“I think she went after Wednesday, and she can’t wolf out yet. The others… It is a blood moon, you see. You are the only one who can turn into something heavy enough to stop the Hyde.” She pleads, grasping your hands in hers. There is a desperate look in her eyes, and you know, you know, you can’t say no. You like Enid and getting the Hyde would mean getting Xavier back. If you play your hand well enough, no one has to find out. “Go after her, Y/N, please.”

And you do. You don’t even change clothes, running out still in your boots and coat. In the woods, you find a pink werewolf holding her own pretty well against the ugliest monster you have ever seen, but Enid is taking too many hits for your liking. So, you change, and charge.

Enid wraps herself in her pink coat, but you don’t have anything to wear. Having rushed into the fight, your clothes didn’t survive. This. This was the moment Xavier dreamt about. Dread takes hold in your stomach because he will find out about everything. There is no hiding now.

You had never done what you were born to do before. The thing hellhounds were designed to do perfectly. Protect and guard. It comes easier than you expect, almost instinct. And both wolves and hounds are pack animals. It seems the instinct to take down your prey as a team is engrained on both you and Enid because you work together perfectly. The Hyde stands no chance, much less when the sheriff gets there. It turns back into Tyler and Enid, and you walk out of the fight with minor injuries.

“Oh my god, you were totally badass!” Enid says, talking a mile per minute. “At first you scared me, but you are so impressive! I can’t believe it! What are you?”

“Enid, I am cold.” You hug yourself, covered in blood from head to toe. You are evading her question, and it shows. “You were pretty cool too. Congrats on wolfing out.”

You look at the sheriff, who is trying to wrangle a disgruntled Tyler into a patrol car.

“Thank you!” She beams. “I could go get you some clothes?”

“It’s okay, just, let’s get out of here.”

Enid leads you out of the forest. When she steps outside, covered in blood, Ajax is immediately there to meet her.

“Enid!” He screams and throws an arm over her shoulders. Enid looks about to cry. He is trying to lead her away, but Enid turns, eyes meeting with yours. Someone else must follow her gaze because the whispers start then. It feels like the whole Nevermore population is here, standing and gawking at you.

“Is she…?”

“…Must be the monster, fucking weirdo…”

“No way, Y/N…. Maybe the monster took her…”

Painfully aware of your nakedness, you try to cover yourself, eyes lowering to the ground. You fold and sticky with blood, it is quickly drying over your naked body, you need a shower like yesterday. Your feet are sore from all the sticks and gravel you have stepped into, completely barefoot, but worst of all is the feeling of how all your secrets are bare for the world to see. Finally, time to face the music. Someone wolf whistles, and you sink more on yourself. A hoodie gets draped over your shoulders, and you quickly shrug it on. Ajax. He steps between you and the multitude, shielding you with his body.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, gently touching your shoulder. Meanwhile, Enid is angrily telling off everyone who tries to approach you, loudly retelling how you turned into a giant dog and helped her take down the Hyde.

“She saved my life! And I won’t have you laughing at her or saying she is a monster!” But still, someone slips under her watch. Yoko. Yoko runs at you and hugs you so hard you can feel your ribs protesting.

“You are alive… You are alive…” She sobs, hiding her face on the crook of your neck, uncaring about the blood. “I should have never asked that of you! I thought Enid was going to die, but then I thought you were going to die and…” You hug her back, gently running your fingers over her hair.

“It’s over. It’s over. I’m fine.” You say to her, but your voice is breaking too. Everyone is muttering about what you are, really. A hellhound. And then there is Xavier and Wednesday and Bianca, coming out of the school, bruised and battered. The moment your eyes lock with his, you know he knows. His expression changes, pale as if he has seen a ghost, eyes wide. Then, it comes the anger.

“Your eyes… I know those eyes.” Xavier whispers. He is so far from you, you shouldn’t be able to hear it, yet you do. It is the only thing you can hear, the betrayal in his voice, and you fight to reach him. Yoko gives you an odd look, but you shrug her off.

He grabs your arm, and this time his grip is bruising. The betrayal has turned into anger.

“Xavier…” You approach him, still dripping in blood, still naked under Ajax’s hoodie. Xavier looks you up and down, and his mouth purses in distaste. It hurts, it hurts worse than having your secret outed to like half the school. He was your friend, he was kind to you and you were a coward. That’s the truth. “I am sorry.”

“We are not talking here.” Xavier half drags you, half pulls you into the forest. You don’t resist. It hurts your feet, you are cold and uncomfortable, but it feels like a fitting punishment. You can’t keep up with his pace, his legs much longer and with the advantage of actual shoes. You stumble, but he doesn’t stop.

“What do you think you are doing?” Yoko screams, but Xavier ignores her. She runs after you, grabbing at his hoodie. “Stop it, right this second. You are hurting her.”

“None of your business, Yoko.” Xavier barks, pulling at your arm once again.

“You okay?” She asks you, stepping in front of Xavier and blocking his path. “Want me to get you away from here?”

You look at Xavier. At the way his brows are furrowed, at the hold he has on your arm, going laxer by the minute. If you say the word, Yoko would kick his ass, and remove you from the situation. But you think, if you don’t at least try to apologize, you might lose him forever.

“I’m fine. He just wants to talk. Nothing to worry about.” Your best attempt at an encouraging smile is cut short by the tug Xavier gives at your arm. You grimace. This wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.

“If he tries anything, you transform and attack him. Promise me!” Yoko eyes Xavier distrustingly. Xavier turns at that, looking at her in disdain.

“Oh, so you knew too.” Xavier smiles, a sharp, ugly thing. Then, he leans down and whispers in your ear. “Did you have fun, telling your girlfriend all my secrets and laughing at how much of a loser you think I am?” He lets go of your arm in favor of grasping at your shoulders, harshly. “I hope you did, really. I hope you enjoyed making me a fool because I will make your life hell.”

“Xavier, please…” You beg him. “Listen to me, I didn't mean to hurt you…”

“Know what?” Yoko asks, confused.

“That she is a shape-shifter and has been pretending to be a dog and hanging around me, like a pet desperate for attention!” He accuses and Yoko’s face falls. You flinch.

“Y/N is not a shape-shifter.” Yoko states, and you admire the way she has your back, so unconditional. You know she has questions, and she will ask them later, but in front of Xavier, she will take your side. “She is a Hellhound. Surely, you understand…”

“Oh, no, please, enlighten me.” Xavier mocks Yoko. She just pinches the bridge of her nose, looking back at the path she came from. No one is near, but with the way Xavier is screaming, you might have visitors soon. “I hope you enjoyed playing the good, obedient pet. It suits you well, being a hellhound.” He comes closer, towering over you. “You are nothing more than a self-absorbed bitch.”

“Xavier, I… wanted to be your alibi, I really did, but if I…” You plead, grabbing his hands in yours. He pulls away with an abrupt movement, and laughs. It’s a nasty sound. You hate how his face turns, from anger to absolute fury.

“You think that is what this is about?” Xavier rolls his eyes. “Oh, you are delusional. This is about the fact I poured my heart out to you, believing you weren’t a person.”

“And I never said a word.” You lift your hands, palms facing him. You hope he will calm down. “I am sorry. I just… I just wanted a friend.” And it’s true. You had felt so lonely and when Xavier cared for you, talking to you like you were human, it had made you melt. You desperately wanted him to forgive you, to keep providing you the safe place you needed.

“That’s not how friendship works, you asshole! You know all my secrets, and I know nothing about you.” Xavier crosses his arms over his chest. Then, cruelty glints in his eyes, and you know what he says next is going to hurt you. “Actually, yes, I do know something. You are a pathetic, desperate for attention, bitch. Don’t talk to me again, or you will regret it!” And he leaves the clearing, bumping his shoulder against yours hard enough to make you stumble.

Yoko stares, mouth hanging open. She places a hesitant hand on your shoulder and you start crying.

After that, Xavier takes every opportunity to make his distaste for you known. He glares daggers at you every time you are near each other, muttering sarcastic remarks under his breath. He is petty, you have to give him that. But thanks to the gods, the semester ends early, so you only have to put up with a day of that treatment.

Summer break gives you time to think, and so, you come to terms with all of Nevermore knowing your secret and losing Xavier’s friendship. Or, well, whatever it was. He was right about it, it wasn’t a proper friendship, and you had fucked up. You would feel pretty violated too if someone tricked you like that. You vowed to never approach him again because you had tried to make amends, but he had made his wishes perfectly clear.

At least, now that everyone knows, you can spend more time as a hound, and it proves a safe heaven against your more intrusive thoughts. It’s different in Nevermore, of course. The first day, you were met by stares, but Enid had chosen to take you under his wing, glaring at everyone who dared make a comment. That had started a new tradition, your quiet lunches with Yoko, Enid, and Wednesday. Both Yoko and Enid were chatterboxes, but Wednesday and you both preferred the silence. Since you spent so much time together now, you had instilled that lunches would be quiet, since they got the rest of the day to talk and chat as much as they wanted.

Quiet lunches, unfortunately, had uninvited guests every so often. And the guests didn’t respect the rules at all. Ajax. Ajax was the guest, and you could see him and Enid giggling over something or other every day, while Wednesday stared daggers at them.

“Love.” She stage whispered to you often. “Is a sickness.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” And you went back to your comfortable silence. But this left Yoko, bored out of his mind. Enid must have mentioned it to Ajax because he took it upon himself to resolve the problem. By bringing Xavier. To lunch. With you.

When you see him, you tense on your seat. He is walking after Ajax, jaw clenched. His lips are moving, probably in a protest, but you can’t hear what he says even with your enhanced senses because your blood is pumping loudly in your ears. You feel this weird impulse to run away, run from him. He had scared you, back in the forest, that night. But you won’t give him the satisfaction of it. You realize, you hate him a little, too. The things he had said to you, the way he had grasped at your arms… Xavier had lashed out, and you deserved it, but it had hurt.

The loud clang of a tray against the table makes you jump. Xavier has sat down nest to Yoko, with a sullen expression. To Yoko, he is still persona non grata, even knowing the whole story.

“So, Yoko, how was your day?” If you have to suffer through this awkward lunch, you at least will make sure Yoko isn’t the one paying for your mistakes.

“Oh, so you talk too?” Xavier asks, under his breath. “I thought you just wagged your tail.”

Yoko tenses up, ready to tear him a new one, but you place your hand on hers, squeezing. She is not fighting your battles for you, not again. Ajax and Enid are too absorbed into themselves to care, and Wednesday looks vaguely amused.

“Oh, I talk. Loads.” You answer him, clutching dangerously at your knife. He can be angry at you, hate you even, but this is taking it a bit far. The silent treatment might be best.

“Funny, I thought I was here because you didn’t.” Xavier smirks, leaning forward. You keep quiet because he has you. You can’t exactly contradict him, and so, you sink into silence once more. Yoko glares at him. You don’t finish your lunch and go back to your dorm. But the next day, he is there. Again. He has found a way of torturing you, a weakness he can exploit, and he is not letting go because he is petty and has been waiting for his revenge.

You skip lunch that day too. Soon, Yoko starts skipping with you, and it ends up becoming a not so quiet lunch hour since you start to get lunch together. But you don't forget. Neither does he.

Xavier enjoys torturing you in little ways. The invasion of his privacy from last semester has left him shaken. He doesn't like how you now have the upper hand all the time, what you know about his powers, his father, his mental health. He has discussed it with his therapist, he knows his fixation in you is excessive. The therapist seems to think it is a simple crush, but he knows it's not that. He hates you.

He spends more of his day than he would like to admit staring at you, and more of his nights dreaming of you. Because the dreams, they don't just go away after discovering who you are. And they are weird dreams too, Xavier can't tell if they are visions or the product of an overactive imagination. In some, he is running his hands gently through your fur. In others, he holds your hand. And in one he thinks is the worst one to date, you are on your knees, naked, a collar and a leash around your pretty neck.

Suddenly, you are everywhere. At every class, laughing in the lunch tables, in Jericho, in the coffee shop, running in the woods. Now that he is looking, he knows your presence is on everything that surrounds him. Even if you are not physically there. You haunt him. Every dog he sees, no matter how small or different colored, reminds him of you. He can't sit down to lunch with Ajax and Enid without remembering your furious expression. He can't paint without thinking of the time you spent with him there, in the shed, offering the balm of your company and affection on his wounds.

Xavier shouldn't be thinking this way of the girl he hates. He should not. Because he hates you. It's not a crush. It can't be. You are not supposed to get crushes on the girls that abuse your trust. This can never go anywhere and so, he stamps down his ideas and stupid obsessions behind a wall of pure, unadulterated hate. This is easier, this is safer. No matter if he has spent a whole hour staring at how the light hits your face when you take the seat window instead of Yoko. No matter if he likes the way you throw your head back when you laugh. No matter how soft your fur feels between his fingers and wonders if your hair would feel as soft. No matter he knows you can be nice too. No matter if he is obsessed with you.

Dog jokes. That is what it comes down to, in the end. A new, funny kind of torture that has the added advantage of making you flinch every time you see Xavier, but doesn't leave him feeling as guilty as calling you names. Or as guilty as he felt when he saw you crying after that stupid fight.

“So, I was thinking, for the group project we could…” You looked at Ajax. He wasn’t paying attention, too busy staring at Enid, who Wednesday had claimed as her partner. Yoko wasn’t in this class with you, and so, the teacher had put you as the third to Xavier and Ajax.

“Poor thing, you are barking at the wrong tree.” Xavier snickered. You ignored him, as always. You had learned this was the best way to deal with him. Ignore his taunts, and he would get tired of it. Lately, he had gotten nastier, intent on not letting anyone forget you could turn into a hound. It drove you up the walls. You were mistaken, yes, but was this necessary?

“Oh, come on, stop hounding him.” Xavier smirked. “Don’t you see he is in love?”

“Guys, please. Can we focus? We have to submit a proposal before the class is finished.” You begged, tugging at Ajax’s arm. Your patience was running thin, you would not fail botany just because you got assigned to work with these two.

You lost it, then. You snarled at him, much like a dog would do, showing your teeth. Xavier frowned, pulling his chair a little away from the table with a loud, rasping noise.

“Guys…” Ajax said, finally out of his daze. You ignored him.

“What is your problem with me?” Nothing else was needed. You were up and in Xavier’s face in less than a second. He just stared at you, unimpressed. He remained sitting, legs spread in a confident sprawl that made you want to strangle him.

“Stop it!” The teacher warned. But you were unable to look away from Xavier’s eyes, and he seemed to be in the same situation, staring up at you with such intensity, that if looks could kill, you would be already dead.

“Oh, you know exactly what…” He started saying, and you wanted to scream. You fucked up, you knew it, but surely, your patience with him all this time, not reacting to his taunts, it must qualify you for sanctity already.

“Cut the bullshit, Thorpe. Don’t you think it is enough? I apologized. You asked me to leave you alone, and I did. “ You point a finger at his chest, this time, getting so close your noses touch. Xavier seems stunned, mouth hanging open. “You are the one who keeps looking for me, circling me, you… You are the one who is obsessed with me!”

Xavier grabs your hand and forces you to lower it. His grip is loose, but the threat is there,

“Guys, the teacher…” Ajax says, nervously.

“Don’t. Don’t.” He pulls you in, legs spreading to accommodate you. Even sitting down, the height difference is notorious. You hate yourself for finding him attractive, even then. You know he is capable of being gentle, and he is handsome, even if not in a classical way. Xavier has always had something that pulls you in, and you are unable to resist, like a moth to a flame. “No, you don’t get to do this. Not when you keep smiling and laughing and looking…”

“Y/L/N! Thorpe!” The teacher finally screams. “Out! Out, or I will send you both to the principal’s office!”

At that, you pick up your bag and storm out of the room, face so red you look like a tomato. You aren’t ashamed of your fit of temper because you are so angry you can’t think straight. You wait for him to come out, and when he does, bag slung over his shoulder, you ambush him. This time, you are the one who grabs Xavier’s wrists and start dragging him out of the building.

“We.” You say, pulling with all your might when he digs his feet in. "Are going to have a talk. I am done with putting up with your tantrum.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” Xavier turns his head away, avoiding your eyes. But he lets you pull him out of the school and into the forest, following the familiar path to his shed.

“Oh, really? Because if you refuse, I will just assume you are obsessed with me.” You taunt, smirking. It’s good to be the one with the upper hand for once. Xavier blushes.

“So what if I am?” He asks, crowding you, struck with a sudden bout of bravery. You step back, until your shoulders hit a tree. Xavier doesn’t stop crowding you, even when your hands come desperate to his chest, trying to put distance between the two. You can’t think straight, with him so close, and you think it must show because he leans down to whisper in your ears. “What if I am? What if I can’t stop thinking about you, dreaming about you? Wondering how your hands would feel on mine, how would you look down on your knees, in my arms? What are you going to do about it?”

“What if I told you…?” You start and promptly shut up. Thing is, you don’t have the words, you don’t know what to say. Having him so close, smelling his cologne, feeling the way his chest rises and down with each breath, your brain is in overdrive. And so, frustrated because you can’t find your words, you do what you do best. Act.

The kiss you press to his lips is desperate, more a siege than a kiss. It’s not gentle or romantic, you bite at his lips in hopes they will bruise, he grabs your jaw so hard it might be hurting you. You are both frustrated, filled with months worth of longing and rage against the other. Wetness pools on your underwear, and you scoff into the kiss. You are totally not getting your panties wet just because Xavier Thorpe is kissing you.

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to…” Xavier kisses your cheek, hands softer this time. “But…”

“You want to have your way with me?” You tease him. “Doggy style?” That startles a laugh out of him.

“Oh, god, that was terrible.” He gets busy sucking a hickey on your neck.

“You got weeks of dog jokes to make up for.” The phrase ends up melting into a moan because Xavier is excellent with his tongue.

“And you got weeks of looking beautiful to make up for.” His kisses make a path from your collarbone, back to your lips. Xavier kisses you again, slower this time. When you part, his pupils are blown. He is the one who looks more like a puppy, big green eyes peering at you. “Say yes, say yes. And if you do, know you won’t be going back to your dorm until tomorrow. Very late tomorrow.” He begs.

You jump him, then. Literally. It takes quite a bit of strength, to be able to just jump and wrap your thighs around his waist, squeezing just right, so you don’t fall off. Xavier staggers, but quickly places his hands under your thighs.

“That was so hot.” He mutters, nibbling at your ear. “Come on, to the shed.”

Turns out, he does want to fuck you from behind. And for someone who hates the fact you can turn into a hellhound, Xavier is pretty obsessed with it.

“Come on, hands and knees, just how pretty pets do it.” Xavier and you are both kneeling over a sheet on the floor in his shed, stained with paint. He had made already a pretty compelling case for you to forgive him, pressing kisses to your legs and thighs until you were begging him to put his mouth on you. Xavier had done as asked, bringing you to orgasm quickly. Then, he had risen from the floor, face glistening with your juices, and pulled you in for a dirty kiss.

You laugh, before realizing he is completely serious. Then, you can only gawk. He pushes you a little, hardness pressing against the small of your back. You are naked, floor hard against your already hurting knees from him eating you out, but you let him position you as he wishes. Xavier forces you to spread your legs and lines up, rubbing his tip at your entrance. He feels hot against your already clammy skin. You wonder how many times has he done this, and if he has a thing for being naked on his shed, or if the excitement is about you.

Xavier rubs his tip teasingly against your folds. It feels way too good on your already sensitive cunt, and if how he is whimpering is an indicator, it feels good for him too. You aren’t really in the mood to be patient, so you do your best to push backwards. You quickly find out that with him over you, Xavier has all the leverage and you got none.

“Oh, are you feeling neglected, pet?” He mocks you, one hand coming to grab at your hair, forcing you to throw your head back. You moan at that, eyes closing in pleasure. This is unexpected, but so very welcome.

“Next time, I will end you.” You threaten him, in a play for dominance you really don't mean. Xavier has already gone to his knees for you, you could let him have a bit of fun. “You will be crying by the time I am done with you.”

Rather than answering, Xavier’s hips do a smooth flex and roll, and he breaches your entrance. You can feel his smugness without needing to look at him, and you bet he looks ridiculously pretty, confidence glowing in an already handsome face. You can’t have that, so you clench around him.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” You ask him, and Xavier trusts into you, harsh. It seems he is still frustrated. Your laughter quickly turns into moans. He is fucking you in an animalistic way, one hand wrapped firmly around your middle to prevent you from getting thrown away across the room. It’s good, great, even. His thrusts are hitting your walls just right, and you are so wet, you fear your slick is dripping down your thighs.

“Xavier, Xavier…” One of your hands comes to clench around his hip, blindly. You fear you will lose your balance and end up with a broken nose. He is holding you, but your knees are already sore and the way Xavier is punching the air out of your lungs is not helping. “Slow down. I’m gonna fall down on my face.”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Xavier gasps, face coming to rest against your shoulder, pressing apologetic kisses there. Still, the sharp staccato of his hips continues. “Let me take care of you, pet.” At that, you moan, and you feel his mouth curve into a smile. Xavier presses into your shoulders, convincing you to lay down. You help him, extending your sore legs, until you are face down on the sheet. “Here, here, that's my good girl.” He then lies on top of you, holding you down and pressing kisses against your nape.

Xavier resumes the thrusting after that, and your breath starts coming in punched up little sobs. It’s too much. The way his hands run up and down your side, how he calls you a good pet, a good girl, praise freely leaving his lips, how he holds you so gentle. Your body can’t take the abuse he is inflicting on your walls, nor the way he then drops a hand between you two, over where you are joined, and whispers the filthiest thing you had ever heard him say, pressing his thumb against your other hole.

“You know, maybe I’ll buy you a tail, since you are such a good pet. “ His thumbs threatens to enter your ass, holds you open, never breaching. You hadn’t considered anal sex before, much less double penetration, but you can’t get the picture he paints out of your head. “Such a good pet, love. You are gorgeous.” It’s over for you, then. You scream, clenching and fluttering under him. Xavier fucks you through it, chasing his own pleasure. It doesn’t take long for him, either. He shudders and just collapses over you, crushing you.

“Fuck.” Your eyes close. You bet if you tried to stand, your legs would be shaking, and you don't want to give him the satisfaction, so you remain on the floor. “We need to do that again.” It's hesitant, but you need to say it. You like him, and if you can actually communicate for a chance, this could be great.

“I’m not sure…” Xavier teases, running a hand over your ribs. But the way he kisses your forehead tells you all you need to know.

“Maybe you can get me a collar?” You tease right back and he groans.

“You will be the death of me, you know it, right?” Xavier says, biting playfully at your nape.

“Oh, but what a way to go.” You laugh, and then fall silent as he rolls off you and cuddles by your side. The silence stretches, Xavier’s fingers drawing patterns over your hips, and then, the intrusive thoughts win the battle. “You know, you are pretty dumb. I look nothing like a dog, way too big, and I got peaks on my hair. Also, my jaw goes way back. “

You snort in response and snuggle closer.

“Oh, shut up, it was dark, and I was under a lot of stress.”

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Rise!Leo X Reader Headcanons☆彡

Some points are from my other works I’ve written on here so some stuff may look familiar lol

Relationship: Dating (official)

Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (but in second person)

Warnings ⚠️ : Swearing

Genre: mostly fluff, some angst

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• One thing about Leo is he is a very touchy person.

• Whenever you're around, he has to hold your hand or set you on his lap with his chin resting on the top of your head or something of the sort.

• He would never tell his brothers, but he loves to carry you around. If he has to go anywhere outside of viewing distance, he will carry you like a koala wherever he needed to go. Yes, it slightly inconvenienced him, but at least he could occasionally kiss your cheek or neck as he prepared a snack in the kitchen.

• Although he was charming, he often poked fun at you. Especially when he found your diary from the 5th grade where you had an obsession with this one boy that's presently kinda ugly.

• “Dear diary, Colin is soooo cute!" Leo read in an exaggerated breathy voice.

•"Leo, don't!" You screamed playfully as you tried to reach for the diary, but he held it away out of your reach.

• "Hold on, just one more page!"

• "Leo! Give it back!"

• But sometimes, he didn't register your mood before making a crude joke.

• One time, he made a joke about something you were insecure about. Usually you'd just laugh it off, but you had had a bad day and that was your breaking point.

• He felt like the worst boyfriend seeing you cry because of him. He apologized over and over until he practically went horse. "I'm sorry, that was dumb. I'm dumb. That was stupid. I thought it was gonna be funny. I'm sorry, don't cry!"

• "No... it's just... today kinda sucked." You told him.

• Leo was relieved that it wasn't solely him that made you upset, but he was still pissed at himself.

• He got you a few blankets to wrap you in, and then he tried to cook you something that epically failed, so he settled for some canned tomato soup that he tried to pass off as his own. Which epically failed again.

• "You did not!" You accused him. "You don't know how to cook.”

• "I do too!"

• "Do not!"

• "Do too!" Leo grabbed you, smothering you with kisses as you giggled and tried to push him away.

• He always knew how to make you feel better.

• During every one of his missions, he would send you a selfie of him posing with the villain in the background. The villain was usually getting their ass kicked by his brothers.

• Be back soon, babe! He would text you.

• You laughed and texted back, You shouldn’t be texting me! You’re gonna get hurt!

• Just checking in w the love of my life, he texted back, making you blush.

• Of course, Leo can’t meet new people often, but you had introduced him to your younger siblings when he had swooped in through your open window and your eight (8) year old sister stood staring at him in awe.

• Leo didn’t know what to say as he didn’t even know you had siblings. He just stared awkwardly for a bit.

• “(Y/N) has you on her screen saver.” Their sister ratted on them.

• (Y/N)’s ten (10) brother stalked out of his room to see who his sister was talking to. He screamed when he saw Leo. “(Y/N)! There’s a monster in the living room!”

• (Y/N) rushed out of their room and sighed when they just saw the turtle still staring dumbfounded at her little sister, Harriet.

• “Harri, Carson, this is Leo.” (Y/N) said slowly as they approached Leo rested a hand against his shoulder, finally shaking him out of his stupor. “He isn’t a monster. He’s… uh, a friend.”

• Harriet quickly took advantage of Leo’s social awkwardness and forced him into a tea party, then a makeover. She kept asking him question after question: how old are you? Where do you live? What’s it like being a turtle? Do you go to school? What grade are you in? Do you like to color? What color lipstick do you want: red or purple?

• Although he was uncomfortable, Leo tried his best to be nice and charismatic.

• Your brother sat in the corner of his sister’s room to make sure that what you said was true and Leo wouldn’t to eat her.

• “Are you and (Y/N) in love?” Harriet asked the turtle. He tried to laugh it off, but the little girl stared intently at him, waiting for an answer.

• Of course Leo’s in love with you, but he’d never said it verbatim. Maybe an “I love you” or “you’re the love of my life”, but he’d never said he was in love with you.

• “No duh!” Carson scoffed before Leo could answer. “They’re always talking about him but didn’t think to tell us that he was a big green monster!”

• “Stop it! You’re hurting his feelings!” Harriet threw a dusty eyeshadow at her brother. “You’re being a bad brother in-law!”

• “He’s the in-law, not me!” The boy retorts.

• “Hey, can we just—” Leo tried to deescalate the situation for the sake of his heart mere seconds away from pounding out of his chest at the idea of him and (Y/N) getting married.

• The kids continued to argue until (Y/N) came into the room with a plate of cheese, crackers, and grapes cut in half. The siblings flocked over to the plate, leaving Leo in a chair that was way too short for him.

• (Y/N) stifled a laugh at the makeup smeared all over Leo’s face.

• “Looks like Harri likes you.” They took a makeup wipe sitting in a pack on their little sister’s dresser.

• The turtle shrugged, a smile on his face as you wiped away his colorful yet messy “makeover”.

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I have a few HC's I like. Pretty sure some of these have been done before by others, but I want your take on them. <3

HC of how Ominis would react to Fem MC confessing her feelings to him in the undercroft.

HC Of how Ominis would react to you riling him up and teasing him in class. . .

HC of how Ominis would react to MC telling him she's pregnant.

HC of what Ominis would do for you on Valentine's day.

Oh, I love all of these, thank you! I have only seen a few of them before. I made my answers into short(ish) narratives bc my non-narrative answers were boring me lol. As a heads up, the first three are SFW, and the last is NSFW. :)

1: Ominis reacting to MC confessing her feelings to him in the Undercroft (SFW)

When he was not in Feldcroft, the Undercroft was Ominis' home. While others would probably think it cold and clammy, he would smell the damp stone and firelight on the cool air and feel soothed. Wanting to share that feeling with someone for whom he cared deeply, Ominis had begun inviting MC to spend time with him in his sacred hideaway while Sebastian was busy elsewhere. He had never before felt this way about someone else, but MC ignited feelings in him that made him wonder if he was going mad. The sound of her voice approaching was enough to send the young man's heartbeat into a frenzy, and color rose in his cheeks when he thought of her laughter. She had never once spoken harshly to him, and the attention she paid to him; going out of her way to ask how he was feeling, requesting that he walk her to Hogsmeade, surprising him with his favorite sweets; was different from how she treated her other friends. It felt only natural to want to trust her as he did.

Ominis had been lying on the floor, propped up by one of the stone pillars in the Undercroft next to MC. His eyes were closed as he was lulled into a light sleep by the turning of pages in MC's book next to him. Sometimes she would faintly mutter along to the words, and it was like a soothing warmth washed over him every time she did. At one point, she sighed and closed her book. Ominis' weary eyes opened, and he was about to ask, disappointed, if she was finished reading already.

"Ominis, I... feel as if this might be a good opportunity to let you know about something."

Ominis perked up at this, puzzled by the strange tone in her voice he had never before heard. MC started and stopped a few times, trying to gain a foothold in her thoughts. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she gave up and chose instead to gently kiss Ominis’ cheek, her hand resting on his. As she withdrew, he placed a few fingers to the spot where her lips had touched his skin, scarcely believing what had just happened.

A smile danced across Ominis’ face despite his best efforts. He reached a hand out to the side of MC’s face. She squeezed her eyes shut and giggled when his fingertips accidentally touched her eyelid and nose. He frowned, embarrassed, but MC gently held his hand to her face when he tried to pull away. His thumb swept across MC’s face—a motion she found soothing—until he found the corner of her mouth and slowly leaned in. Ominis’ lips made contact with MC’s with what felt like pure electricity.

Ominis sighed when they finally broke for air. "Are you certain you want this?" He asked quietly. "I will never be able to compliment you on how you look, you'll have to tolerate the rumors about throwing in your lot with a dark wizard, and my family..." Ominis trailed off, his despondent voice breaking slightly.

MC hushed him and reached over to pull him into her arms. "We can worry about those things as they arise. I want to know you, Ominis—everything about you. I want us to laugh and cry together. I want to feel my hand in yours. I want to kiss you more than just this one time, and... we're still young, but I've never felt this way about anyone before. I want to explore this feeling with you."

Ominis sighed and felt around for MC's hand again, pressing it to his heart. "I don't know how you can be so foolishly brave and optimistic, but perhaps here in the Undercroft, in our hiding place, we can explore that together."

In a perfect moment as his lips found hers again, hidden away from the worries of the world in the Undercroft, he felt safe and loved.

2: Ominis reacting to MC riling him up and teasing him in class (spicy, but ultimately SFW)

MC prided herself on her ability to rile up Ominis Gaunt while maintaining ladylike appearances. Little brushes of the hand against his thigh when nobody was looking, squeezes of his knee as she leaned down to retrieve a dropped quill, turning around just slightly too close to him and muttering suggestively… she delighted in watching the tension and color rise in his face, and was willing to do whatever it took to get Ominis coiled tighter than a viper and dragging her out of the room by her wrist at the end of class.

Today, Ominis had decided to drag MC to her Room of Requirement. Somewhere in the back of his thoroughly fogged-over mind, he faintly recalled MC and Deek agreeing that Deek would, strategically, attend to other chores for a few hours in the evenings. The Undercroft was an excellent hideaway, no doubt, but sometimes he was in the mood for the soft extravagance of the Room of Requirement. The moment Ominis closed the door behind them, he descended upon her. He began kissing her aggressively, pushing her backwards until she nearly fell back over a table with a delighted cry.

Ominis normally preferred softly placing a hand on the side of MC's face to better guide his lips to hers, but when he was like this, he somehow had the ability to target her, unaided, with eerie precision. He left it up to MC to prop herself up with her arms as he only pushed further back against her, just barely catching himself with his own arm to avoid sending both of them crashing to the hard table below them. His other arm lifted her leg to wrap around his waist as he worked madly to touch every inch of MC's neck with his lips, taking a few moments to also growl his desires in her ear.

MC could feel the intense heat radiating from him. Typically, he barely made any noises while showing affection, but she could hear his ragged breathing and feel his hot breath across her skin. How such a gentlemanly young man could turn so wild and untamed from a mere few touches was a mystery MC cared not to solve. She only wanted more of it.

Finally, he broke away to pace around the Room and impatiently run his hand through his hair, mussing it ever so slightly as he calmed himself. MC made sure her pout was audible.

"This is the third time this week. You will be the death of me, I swear," Ominis growled.

MC only hummed innocently and stood to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. Ominis could hear the smirk in her voice. "Whatever will you do to stop me?" she whispered.

3: Ominis reacting to MC telling him she's pregnant (SFW)

MC had been feeling quite terribly all week, and Ominis was worried for his beloved wife. It was not like her to fall ill, especially not in the height of summer when the two enjoyed so much fresh air and exercise around their peaceful home.

Ominis called for a healer to visit them, worried it could be something serious and preferring to hear bad news sooner rather than later.

Having finished speaking to MC and administering a myriad of tests, the healer had to gently shake Ominis' shoulder to draw his attention from his panicked thoughts while he waited. He was told that his wife was reclining comfortably in bed, and it took everything in him to not run to her side.

"Oh, Ominis," she laughed gently as he sat beside her and, shaking, held her hands. He steeled himself for whatever the news was. "Please don't fret, it's nothing serious—in fact, it's good news," she smiled.

"But you've been so ill, what could possibly—" MC interrupted her panicking husband before he could continue his tailspin.

"Ominis, I'm pregnant," she beamed.

Ominis stopped mid-sentence, completely forgetting what he had been talking about. His entire body froze as he processed what he had just heard. Slowly, a smile spread across his face and he struggled to find any words at all. He could only manage joyous laughter as he gathered MC up in his arms and held her tightly. MC wrapped her arms around his neck, finding his laughter infectious. The healer jumped towards the couple in a rush and urged Ominis to be gentle with MC. He obliged and laid her back against the pillows, choosing to hold her hands again. She could feel his hands trembling, but this time from excitement.

"I... don't even know what to say," he stammered. "This—this is incredible. What must we do now?"

"We wait," she said gently. "The healers will come visit regularly to ensure we are both healthy," she paused to set a hand on her abdomen. "But for now, we simply wait."

Ominis felt tears in his eyes as he smiled at MC, and he had no time at all to try to catch them before they fell. His own happy little family, he thought, unfettered by the tragic and violent past he once thought would haunt him until the end of his days. He was going to be a father—and he was being given the chance to be the kind of father he would have wanted.

MC pulled him close and laid his head on her chest, despite the nervous looks from the healer nearby, gently running her fingers through his hair to calm him. He took a shaky breath and sighed. Despite the fact that MC had yet to show any outward signs of pregnancy, Ominis smoothed his hand over her stomach in amazement at the tiny life they had created together. "I could not have chosen a better man with whom to go on this journey," she whispered. "For now, however, I want to enjoy this moment of perfect happiness—just the three of us."

4: What Ominis would do for MC for Valentine's Day (NSFW)

Ominis had been heartbroken to learn on that snowy morning of February 14 that MC had received another Ministry owl. She would be out all day helping aurors defeat dark wizards. This was supposed to be their first Valentine's Day as husband and wife, and he had originally planned to spend the day heaping all his love and affection on MC.

At the end of the day, per their little ritual, Ominis welcomed MC home enthusiastically as she melted into his arms, closing her eyes and breathing in his familiar and comforting scent.

She shivered, and he held her out in front of him, feeling her coat. “Merlin, did this snow soak all the way through you? You must be chilled to the bone, you poor thing."

MC nodded with a scowl. “It has been… that sort of day.”

Ominis quickly took her coat and ushered her upstairs for a hot bath. The chance for a romantic dinner with her would simply have to wait.

Ominis had joined her, taking the opportunity to tenderly wash the dirt and snow from her hair. Once she was warm and comfortable again, he carried her to their bed, their moods both turning from romantic to lustful.

MC was still irritated at having to spend all day in the harsh cold, and it all came to a head as she lay on their sheets, watching her irresistible husband join her on the bed. She couldn't take her gaze away from his gently swinging erection, and she licked her lips. "Fuck me," she murmured. "Hard. I want to be fucked until I can no longer remember the absolute day I had out there in the cold—fuck me until you are the only thing on my mind." Hearing MC speak so forcefully made Ominis completely fall apart, and his basest desires took hold.

His thrusts were forceful and possessive after having to relinquish her for so long, grateful to also release his own bad mood from earlier. "You're so tight. It seems as though you were craving my cock all day,” he growled between gasps. “How does it feel, knowing you get so wet at the thought of me?”

"I wanted you to tear my cold, wet clothes off… and fuck me right there in the entryway,” she gasped beneath him, her fingers tangled in his perfect blond hair.

Ominis couldn't help but imagine such a scene, and he instantly doubled over as orgasm hit him, thrusting arrhythmically as he pumped himself deep into MC. He desperately gasped her name, hands gripping the sheets. MC tightened around Ominis, causing him to whimper beautifully, and each ensuing wave of pleasure that washed over her made her back arch and her hips slam against his until they were lying together in a blissful heap.

Ominis rolled onto his back and pulled MC to his chest. "I will say that, even though it didn't go completely to plan, this was an incredible Valentine's Day."

MC's breath hitched, and her eyes widened. "Oh no... that was today, wasn't it? Oh Ominis, darling, I am so sorry—" She began to panic, her voice breaking and tears stinging her eyes at the realization she had disappointed him.

Ominis let out a gentle laugh and rubbed her back. "Please don't fret, my little hummingbird. Just having you here now is more than enough for me.”

MC sniffled, heartened by his words. “I will say," she offered softly, "that considering today's circumstances, this was the best Valentine’s Day you’ve given me in all the years we have loved each other. Thank you.”

Ominis smiled. “It does me good to know you are happy. Perhaps, since we've managed to get you warm and comfortable again, some dinner is in order?” he asked, affectionately tracing MC’s spine. “We can at least pretend to be a well put-together couple and have a romantic meal.”

"Only if we can have a second round of this afterwards," MC smiled mischievously.

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