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redbullgirly · 3 months

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HI BARBIE! HI KEN! [part 2, LH44 smau]

Lewis Hamilton x reader

Masterlist & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 1, LH44 smau]

Summary: Lewis and his "real life Barbie" girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, are enjoying each others company during winter break. February brings unexpected drama when the seven-time World Champion decides to leave his team... though is that the only surprise waiting for the fans?

Warnings: Little cliffhanger at the end, but don't worry, I plan on making part 3 soon enough :).

Author's Note: This is continuation of the Lewis x barbie!fashion!icon!reader request, hope you'll all like it. This time there wasn't so much of "barbie content", but I'm sure you won't mind. I honestly love this series, plus there are still many photos for me to use, so stay tuned and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! :)

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lewishamilton Happy holidays from our little trip to mountains 🏔

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user1 I swear to God this is the first time I see Lewis in snow

user2 ikr? like can he even sky? isn't it dangerous for him as an f1 driver??😭

yourusername merry christmas everybody, love u!!🎄🫶

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user3 Very happy and merry Christmas to you too Y/N🥰

user4 yeah yeah... but where's the usual christmas post y/n?!

user5 that's what I wanna know user5 😥

user6 She always posts the hot pics with their tree... and this year nothing ☹️

yourusername omg sry guys, i didn't think you'd care sm! i was actually sick on the christmas eve and didn't feel like celebrating 🙈💖

user4 ohhh that's totally okay y/n!!!!

user7 Thanks for replying, hope you'll get better soon!❤️‍🩹

charles_leclerc I see you're copying my training now😉

user8 lol charles just try not to fall on your face on ski

user9 no but can you imagine if we got Charles & Lewis training together in the mountains 😩

user10 It wouldn't even have to be in the mountains... I'd actually prefer them training somewhere hot so they don't have to wear shirts🤭

user9 i love your way of thinking girly

user11 King 👑

roscoelovescoco Mom's and dad's playing's in's the snow's ❄️

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user12 they left you home alone Roscoe?

roscoelovescoco Of course's not's... my auntie's watched's me's ☺️

user13 This is so adorable🥹🥹

user14 y'all don't understand how much I love their little family

user15 😘🖤✌️💯🌟

user16 y/n's ski suit looks so cool

fencer Good times man!

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user17 You are my God, Lewis Hamilton❤️

mercedesamgf1 Enjoy your holidays and don't break anything please!⛷🤍

yourusername trying!! 😊🌨

user18 lmfao

user19 Imagine if their best driver broke a leg or smth💀

user20 as a Lewis fan that'd be the last straw of my depression xd

user21 It's enough they couldn't build him a decent car last two years 🥲

user21 you & y/n are the best couple ever!🥰❤️

user22 Why's Lewis in red tho?

user23 sus 🤨

user24 some of you are truly bored and delusional🤣

user25 He probably has it so Y/N can see him on the slope and watches over him tbh

user26 idk where the narrative of lewis being bad at skying came from but i love it 😭

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lewishamilton replied to your story: Love you so much baby!❤️

yourusername love u too!!!💞

lewishamilton You are my brave girl, aren't you?

lewishamilton It's great you share your experience with others Y/N and trust me when I say I'll always be there for you 🫶🏾🫶🏾

yourusername awww lew, i know and i'll be always so grateful for it 🥰

lewishamilton Anything for my Barbie yourusername reacted with ❤️ to this message

user1 replied to your story: You and Lewis are just soooo cute omg

alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story: forever y/n!!🤍🌺

yourusername ofc!!!

yourusername you're probably the only reason i hope the negotiations w ferrari will work out 🙈🤭

alexandrasaintmleux oh yeah, it'd be great to have you in the garage next year 💕

yourusername yeah, let's see what happens in few weeks!

user2 replied to your story: so prettyyyyyy i wanna be u

user3 replied to your story: THE IT GIRL

landonorris replied to your story: The question isn't if you'll be at every gp but if you'll come to McLaren hospitality for one of them😏

yourusername pretty sure mercedes wouldn't be happy about that 🫣

landonorris Oh c'mmon Y/NNNN

landonorris You promised me like ten years ago you'd come

yourusername you were a literal baby ten years ago lando...

landonorris But a cute baby who deserves to have you in McLaren hospitality!!!

yourusername okay okay, i'll come for a visit this year 😽

landonorris ONE HAMILTON DOWN TWO TO GO💪

yourusername what?? 😭

landonorris I decided my life goal is to get you, Roscoe and Lewis to be my fans 😁😁

landonorris Lewis can wait till retirement ofc 😁😁

yourusername idk if i hate you or love you mr. worldwide

landonorris 🤷😙

user4 replied to your story: Mommy and daddy fr

user5 replied to your story: 😍

user6 replied to your story: Hope you'll heal soon if you're still sick!!!

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yourusername my job is beach 🦀🐬🐚🪸☀️ (btw how many emojis is too much??)

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lewishamilton Isn't that supposed to be Ken's line darling?

yourusername theoretically... but i think i look better on the beach, don't you? 🤭🤷‍♀️

lewishamilton Well of course, your fashion taste when it comes to bikini is hard to beat ✨🫶🏾

yourusername damn are you saying i look hot in that bikini mr. hamilton? ☺️💞

lewishamilton It's Sir actually

yourusername oh shut up lew, i knew you're gonna bring it up 😭

landonorris I just witnessed Lewis openly flirting through instagram comments... the world won't ever be the same. I need to bleach my eyes 😓

yourusername yeah u should learn from my bf lando norizz

landonorris Heyyy this is online bullying, someone stop it

yourusername 😘😘

landonorris 🫤

user1 i have no idea what just happened but i loved every second of it

user2 It looks like when Lewis finally interacts with someone on instagram, it can get WILD

user3 not y/n using lando norizz 💀

user4 she's one of us now

user5 BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW SWEET Y/N & LEWIS ARE PLS?!!🥹

user6 Y/N living her best life and I'm here for it

francisca.cgomes enjoy!🌴

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yourusername thx kika, you too!!💓

user7 On my knees for you🛐🛐🛐

roscoelovescoco The fruit's on's the plane's was yummy's 😋🥗

yourusername i definitely agree, let's thank dad for spoiling us!💖

lewishamilton My favourites deserve only the best 😉

user8 AWWWW so cute

user9 I'll never understand why rich people torture their pets like this... c'mmon, why would you give fruit to a dog? He needs meat and dog food. 🙄😤

user10 tf user9 you clearly don't know them at all if you think they're torturing Roscoe... this dog has better life than most of us lol xd

yourusername i'd just like to make it clear to everyone that me and lewis take the best care of our dog we possibly can, give him the food he wants and needs and love him dearly. it feels very offending for someone who doesn't see into our private life to assume we're "torturing" roscoe. you'll be blocked user9 and goodbye

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user11 You know you fucked up when queen Y/N herself writes smth like this to you 🫢

user12 tell them girl!!! you & lew are literally the best parents to roscoe ever!!!❣️

user13 🔥😍

user14 THE BODY GIVING

kellypiquet Wow, the dress is so beautiful!💝

yourusername aww kelly thank you sm! definitely have to see each other soon 💕🫶

kellypiquet Can't wait for the girls talk!

user15 omg imagine listening to y/n y/l/n and kelly piquet casually having girls talk w each other 😫😫

user16 The tea has to be hot between the wags

user17 OMG, gorgeous as always 💖

user18 this couple has me in a chokehold

user19 RIGHT?! why is nobody talking about the 4th pic

user20 They're so hot fr 🥵

user21 and cute too🥺

user22 Love you Y/N 💋

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lewishamilton It's always important to focus on happy memories and remember the good moments with your loved ones. Couldn't ask for better people around me 🤞🏾💫

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user1 funny how he talks about positivity and then in the first picture he's holding middle fingers up lmfao XD

user2 Maybe he took Daniel's F.E.A. rule to his heart🤣

user3 what's that???

user2 Fuck 'em all

yourusername so lucky to have you around me lew! 🥰💗

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user4 stoppp I love her

user5 I wanna have what they have😩

charles_leclerc 🤞💫

user6 Ariana what are you doing here?!

user7 Beautiful 🙌❤️

user8 ohhh lew w his dad it's so cute

user9 His dad and Y/N in the same post... we are getting fed rn

neymarjr Amen brother!🙏❤️

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user10 I love their their friendship

user11 it's so unreal how the world is small and my fav football player is friends with my fav driver🤭

user12 THE MAN

user13 the second pic is adorable 🥹🥹

user14 I'm jealous but I don't know if I wanna be him or her

user15 honestly i wanna be the third person in their relationship... imagine dating y/n y/l/n & lewis hamilton all at once😩

user16 OMG REAL

user17 boyfriend lewis is my favorite 🫡

1st February 2024

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yourusername guess it's time to change colours ❤️🍓🌹🏎

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scuderiaferrari Welcome to the team, Y/N!❤️‍🔥🏎

user1 you'll make our fav wag depressed next year lol

user2 Ferrari made a master move here 👏

user3 welcome y/nnnnn 🥰

user4 I'm still shocked

user5 me too sis😭

user6 We all are 😃

user7 🔥🔥

user8 when the gf is posting about it, we know it's not just a joke anymore😥

user9 FORZA FERRARI

user10 omg me & y/n y/l/n will be fans of the same team!!!!

user11 literally the only good thing about this

alexandrasaintmleux red looks gorgeous on you 💋💋

yourusername on both of us babe 💋💋

user12 BESTIES

user11 okay this is another good thing about the whole lewis situation xd

user13 Y/N and Alex will be so iconic next year 🙇‍♀️

user14 literally life goals to be like them😍

user15 So excited for this🤩 favorite driver and favorite team and favorite wag🤝

user16 idc about ferrari, but y/n in red slays

user17 omg yessss she's so hot in that dress🥵

charles_leclerc And now you can't make fun of me and my therapist 😘

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user18 LOL

user19 not him admitting he goes to therapy bc of ferrari💀

user20 What about Carlos?? You said you come as a package 😡😪

user21 so true user20 it's so disrespectful towards carlos

user22 Guys calm down, this is their job and it's known for brutal driver switches. You'll have to deal with it, it's not personal business 🤷‍♂️

user23 yeah i don't think they're such good friends anyway... it was all for pr and marketing lmao

user24 I agree that it's just a sport, but pls don't do this to my charlos heart... their friendship HAS to be real😓

user25 Always support u and your boyfriend😉😉😉🙌🙌🙌

user26 Carlos deserved so much more!

user27 yes but she can't do anything about it girl, she's literally just dating Lewis 😐

user28 "Everybody is a Ferrari fan. Even if they say they're not, they are Ferrari fans." Vettel❤️

user29 i did not think it was real

user30 I need Lewis to comment something about this other than his statement pls 😭

user31 yeah i had high hopes bc he always comments and interacts w y/n's posts...

user32 Guess not this time😒

user33 Y/N unleashing more waves of chaos

user34 and we love our barbie for that 🤭

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THE END

Author's Note: Thank you for reading this! I'll appreciate likes, reblogs, comments, follow and any other way of support. Also, I started my taglist, so if you want to be added or removed, let me know! That way you!ll be first to know that another smau or story came out :). Sorry for the cliffhanger at the end, but don't worry, I plan on making another part. Have a great day!

Taglist: @namgification @bloodyymaryyy

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lipglossanon · 8 months

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Spit In My Face My Love (It Won’t Phase Me)

{previous installment}

Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

written for @gumiegumie, 🪷 anon, and another anon who requested a follow up where reader’s mom notices hickeys/bite marks and asks her about it and combining it with the other asks where reader dresses up and Leon stops her from going out as well as getting jealous over a guy and fucking reader while the guy’s downstairs 👌 and then added some feelings on top. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, OC for plot purposes, jealous Leon, mean Leon, rough sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, kissing, multiple creampies, dirty talk, little bit of blood, biting, marking, possessive Leon, feelings are happening!! 🫣

not proofread ✌️

title from Spit in My Face by ThxSoMch 💜

dividers from @firefly-graphics

Pulling into the garage, you and Leon are able to sneak into the house without seeing either of your parents. After getting cleaned up, Leon heads downstairs to let his dad know you both made it home safe while you hang out in his room.

You crawl into his bed, burrowing yourself under his sheets. Tucking your face into his pillow, you sigh at how good Leon smells. It makes you giddy like that time you had a major crush, bordering on lov—

You flail until you’re sitting upright, heart pounding in your chest eyes darting to the door. You’re falling for Leon? Oh no no no. Just how? You can’t—

The door to his room opens as Leon steps inside.

“We’re good,” he rubs the back of his head as he shuts the door, “said it was smarter to pull over than get in a wreck.”

“Uh huh,” your throat feels tight, anxiousness making you nervous.

“Well I should probably head back to my room and—“

“Stay,” he interrupts, joining you on the bed, “not like they’re gonna notice.”

You squeak when he slips under the covers and pulls you to his chest, tucking you both under the sheets. Heart pounding in your throat, you feel embarrassed with yourself for having a.. a crush on Leon.

It’s totally fine, it’ll go away just like all the others.

Everything’s totally fine.

The next morning, as you and Leon grab breakfast in the kitchen, your mom walks in, pauses, and does a double take.

You frown at her staring, “What?”

“Where did you get that?” she puts her hands on her hips, nodding to your neck.

You slap a hand on the bruised bite mark left by Leon from yesterday. You chance a glance at him only to see his big dumb grin over your mom’s shoulder.

‘Oops’ he mouths at you.

“Young lady, don’t make me ask you again,” your mom pulls your gaze back to her angry one.

“I-it’s from my boyfriend,” you lie through your teeth while Leon stifles a laugh but completely fails, making you want to sink into the floor.

“Oh really?” your mom narrows her eyes at you.

“Yep, was actually going to the mall later to meet up with him,” you nod your head, “Leon said he was gonna take me.”

He clears his throat when your mom switches her attention to him.

“Have you met this boyfriend?”

“No,” he crosses his arm, drawing your eyes to his thick biceps, hating him just a little bit, “but I planned to today.”

Your mom sighs in relief, “Good, you can tell him that we’d like to meet him; invite him to dinner tomorrow night!”

“Mom!”

Leon smirks, “That’s a great idea! I’ll definitely make sure to invite’em and won’t take no for an answer.”

Your mom claps her hands happily, “Perfect! Oh, I can’t wait to meet him,” she turns back to you, “you shouldn’t feel like you have to keep your dating life a secret, sweetie.“

A tight smile crosses your face, “Thanks, mom.”

You glare at Leon as your mom pulls you into a quick hug and he flips you off.

“Should we get going, sis? Don’t want you to be late for your meet up,” Leon tries to fight down his grin and fails.

“Sure, big bro,” you roll your eyes at him, “let me grab my wallet and we can go.”

As soon as you meet up with Leon in the car outside, you sock him in the arm.

“What’s that for?!” he scowls at you, rubbing the muscle.

“That’s for being a complete ass,” you sneer, “don’t wanna be late for your meet up,” you mimic in a high pitched snippy tone.

Leon laughs at you as he pulls the car out of the driveway and heads out to the mall.

“What did you want me to say? ‘Oh don’t worry, I’m the one railing your cute little daughter and got a bit too wild last night’,” he rolls his eyes while you shiver at his words, “don’t think that one’s gonna fly, princess.”

“God, you suck so much,” you gripe, slumping back into the seat with crossed arms, glaring out the window.

“And you like it,” he smirks at you then turns back to the road, “now what’re we going to do at the mall? Just walk around til it’s been long enough for a date?”

You shrug, “I guess so.”

“Save the charm for your boyfriend there princess,” Leon chuckles to himself.

You can’t believe you like this guy. He’s such a jerk to you. Shooting a look over at him, you narrow your eyes as an idea occurs to you. You’ll find a guy in the mall, any guy will work, and get him to go as your date for the dinner your mom’s planning.

Leon’s definitely not going to like this, but let’em get a taste of his own medicine.

You smile at him, “You’re right, I should save it.”

Settling into the quiet, you try to form some semblance of a plan. You’ll need to get Leon to go off and leave you alone so you can find someone. Shouldn’t be too hard honestly, you can just say you’re going to the restroom. You drum your fingers on your lap and just watch the scenery go by the window.

Parking and getting inside is easy; separating from Leon is more difficult than you expected. He follows you everywhere; even waiting for you outside the restroom.

Finally making it to the food court, you’re able to split up as you both want something different to eat. It really does work out for you as you bump into an old classmate and strike up a conversation. You flirt a little and as soon as he starts flirting back, you feel sweet satisfaction deep in your chest. This is perfect.

Your classmate follows you back to the table Leon’s already seated at, sitting next to you and across from him.

“Oh, Leon, this is an old friend, Brad,” you gesture across the table, smiling wide at Leon’s flat expression, “Brad this is my step brother, Leon.”

“Nice to meet you!” Brad holds his hand out but Leon ignores it.

“It is, isn’t it?” Leon smiles back, but it’s laced with disdain making butterflies flutter in your chest.

“I was just inviting Brad over tonight actually; we’re going out to see a movie and since mom would love to meet him it makes sense for him to swing by and pick me up,” your smile widens even further at Leon’s hateful glare aimed at the guy.

“Should be fun,” Brad chimes in, nervously gazing from Leon over to you, “does 6 sound good?”

“It’s perfect,” you laugh, “I’m really excited to—“

“Actually, we have to head back now, I forgot we needed to run an errand for my dad,” Leon cuts in, standing up and pulling you up by your arm, “we’ll catch you later, Brett.”

“Uh, i-it’s Brad,“ he stutters out.

Leon smirks, “Sure, we’ll see you later.”

You frown at Leon but make sure to smile and wave at Brad, “See you at 6!”

As soon as you’re far enough away, you jerk your arm back, “What’s the problem? And what errand?”

“No errand,” Leon shrugged, shoulders stiff, “was just tired of that guy eye fucking you in front of me.”

You roll your eyes at him, “Well, you said I should find a boyfriend and so I did.”

He doesn’t say anything but you can see his jaw clench. He gives you the silent treatment from there all the way back to the house. Once home, he slips off to his room as you let your mom know about your date coming over.

“I was hoping to see him tomorrow, but tonight isn’t too shabby,” she laughs and pats your arm, “you better go get ready, it’s only a couple of hours til he gets here.”

You head upstairs and bypass Leon’s room. Pausing, you frown at the door. It’s not fair for him to get so upset; it’s his fault anyway you think as you run your hand over the makeup covered bruise he left on your neck.

Whatever.

You feel a pang of disappointment and something a little like heartbreak, but squish it down and continue on to your room to get ready.

Leon can just get over himself.

A couple of hours later, just as you’re finishing up, there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in!”

You stay seated at your vanity as you finish the last bit of your makeup and clasp a pretty necklace around your neck.

“Bart’s downstairs,” Leon’s dull voice calls out, “seems he came early to make a good impression. He’s sucking up to your mom right now.”

You sigh and stand up, “Alright, I’m headed down—“

“No.”

You meet Leon’s baleful glare with surprise.

“What?”

“You’re not going out looking like that,” he spits out, coming all the way into your room and closing the door.

“What’re you talking about? It’s just a cute dress,” you roll your eyes, “it’s nothing obscene. You’re just being a jerk.”

Leon strides over to you making you step back until you bump your vanity. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears so loudly you’re surprised he can’t hear it. He grabs your waist and hoists you on top of the wooden surface, shoving your dress hem up until he can see your panties. Cute pale lace with a little rose bow on top.

His fingers wrap around your thighs, thumbs pressing hard into the bruises he left last time making you choke out a whine. Slick drips from your cunt into your panties. Goosebumps race across your body as your thighs part for his bulky frame.

“You’re not going out looking like this,” he hisses down at you, eyes narrowed, “I own this slutty little cunt and you’re not showing any of this to anyone else, got it?”

You open your mouth to argue, but Leon shoves his tongue inside, sloppily licking against your own. Moaning, you feel his broad hands grope you through your dress, fingers roughly pinching your nipples until you’re crying out.

He kisses you so messily that spit drips down your chin; your hands dig into his shoulders as you suck on his thick tongue, whining when he fucks it in and out of your mouth.

He pulls away, hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back.

“Think you need to be shown who you belong to,” he growls.

He flips your around, bending you over the vanity forcing you face to face with your mirror. Slick floods the gusset of your panties, hole clenching around nothing.

“You’re gonna watch as I fuck this cute pussy til you understand that you’re mine,” he slaps your ass making you whimper, “thought we already had this lesson in the car.”

In a flash it seems, Leon has already ripped your clothes off. He unbuckles his pants and pulls his dick out, staying fully clothed, as he ruts his thick cock against your silky wet pussy.

“You’re soaked,” he grins at you in the mirror, “this pussy knows who owns her, huh princess? She’s fucking crying to get dicked down.”

You whine as his tip pushes through your pussy lips and bumps your clit, the fat head of his cock leaking precum all over your sensitive bud.

“Leon,” you whine, grinding back on him, “please, want it, big brother.”

His dark eyes narrow at you and he slaps your ass hard making you squeal.

“You’ll take what I give you,” he growls out, rubbing his cock all over your cunt and only ghosting the tip across your soaked hole, “you need to learn some manners.”

“Sorry, big brother,” you whimper, watching as his big hands cup your breasts, massaging the soft skin.

“You will be,” he smirks, pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, “gonna wreck your cute pussy all night.”

You moan, bucking back against him as he tweaks and tugs on your nipples. His cock glides against your wet cunt, head catching on your clenching hole making you both groan.

“Should I?” he teases, “should I push inside my sister’s needy little pussy?”

“Yes, yes, please, big brother,” you pant, “please, I want it.”

He slaps your ass again then reaches down to guide his dick into your cunt, sinking easily into your slick fluttering walls until he’s bottoming out and making you choke out a whine.

“Got this little pussy molded to fit my cock,” he hisses, eyes glued to where you’re joined, “still so fucking tight, baby sis.”

You whimper shakily, “Ungh, you’re so big, Leon.”

He laughs, “Nah, you just have a little hole.”

Clenching down on him makes you moan, “Uh uh, your cock is too big. It hurts.”

He groans and grinds himself deeper, tip kissing your cervix making you wail.

“Shut the fuck up,” his palm covers your mouth, “trying to get caught? Want everyone to open that door to see me fucking your needy cunt, princess?”

Your eyes roll back as your walls flutter around his throbbing cock, feeling strung out as he grinds against your cervix making you squeal and drool, pussy squeezing him tightly.

“Think you like how it hurts,” he coos in your ear, “like how deep big brother can reach inside your cute cunt, god you’re gripping me so fucking tight. Don’t worry, baby, ‘m not pulling out anytime soon.”

Your body shudders, pussy walls pulsing around his dick as he rocks against you, letting your pussy squeeze down on him. Feeling like jello, your brain can’t think of anything except how good it feels. He drops his hand from your mouth to grab onto your hip.

“Big brother,” you gasp, eyes fighting to stay on his face in the mirror, “want you to fuck me.”

He grunts, pulling out to fuck back in just as deep. You moan, bouncing back against him. Leon’s hands grip your hips tightly, pounding his cock into your messy cunt harder and harder, the sound of skin slapping together sounding loud in your room.

“Feel me rearranging your guts, princess?” his harsh voice whispers in your ear, hands fisted in your hair to hold your tear stained face up to the mirror.

You distantly realize your makeup’s totally ruined, smeared across your face, eyes hooded as you watch Leon bully his cock into your soaked cunt. He continues to rub against your g-spot with unerring accuracy, slick sliding down his cock to drip off his balls.

“S’too deep, big brother,” you whine, drool slipping from your lips to land on your vanity, fingers digging into its wooden surface.

“Oh, I don’t think I’m deep enough,” he laughs meanly, “think I can fuck the tip straight into your womb, sweetheart?”

Your pussy clamps down like a vice around his throbbing length, spine arching and eyes rolling back as you cum around his cock.

He laughs even harder, “What a little freak my baby sis is, fucking gagging for it, what a slut.”

Gasping and panting, you push back against him as he thrusts harder into your soaked hole, “‘m your slut, big brother.”

Leon makes a low groaning noise in his throat, “Yeah, ya are—my little cumslut. Gonna fill you up so good, let it drip out of that needy fucking pussy while he takes you to the fucking movies.”

“No,” you cry out.

Pushing up enough to move your hands behind you both, you clasp onto the back of Leon’s neck, body arching beautifully for him, letting him fuck his thick cock into your sensitive pussy even deeper.

“Don’t wanna go, just want you,” tears gather in your eyes, head tilting back to look up at Leon’s chiseled features, “please, big brother—Leon.”

He snarls down at you, one hand wrapping around your neck and his other sliding down to rub at your overstimulated cunt, fingertips teasing across your clit.

“Fine, gonna keep you here, tell your little boy toy to fuck off then come up here and rail you so hard you’ll feel my cock in your throat,” he rumbles darkly, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he squeezes your throat.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, tears streaking your face as your nails scratch at his skin.

Leon’s fingers rub your pudgy sensitive clit until you’re clawing his neck and scalp, babbling and shaking as you cream all over his cock, orgasm making your brain complete mush.

“Good fucking girl,” he hisses, head dipping down so his teeth sink into your shoulder as he buries his dick inside your fluttering hole, spilling hot sticky cum inside your pussy, “mmm, milk me, take that load deep into that hot pretty princess cunt.”

You whimper and mewl, legs shaking as Leon’s cum drips down your thighs from your still stuffed hole. He grunts as he slips his spent cock from your pussy.

“Here,” he eases you backwards until he can set you down on the bed, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

He drops kisses to the top of your head, the apples of your cheeks, then your parted lips. A surge of deep want floods your body. Feeling needy, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him into a filthy tongue filled kiss.

He groans, kneeling on the bed before letting you drag him down on top of you. You want him so much tears prick your eyes, mouth sloppily kissing him. He moans, rutting his half hard cock against your cream covered pussy.

“Princess,” he mutters against your lips.

You ignore him and rock against his stiffening dick, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Again,” you whisper against his lips, “please, Leon.”

A low pained sound slips from his mouth, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll give it to ya.”

Reaching between your bodies, he presses the tip of his cock inside your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so sticky inside, baby,” he bottoms out quickly, stealing your breath.

“Want it, please,” you whine, nails scratching against his back, “want big brother to fill me up again.”

He groans, pulling out and fucking back into your sloppy sounding pussy, “Mm don’t worry, I will, princess. God, what’s gotten into you?”

That needy want fills your sex addled mind; you want more than just sex with Leon but can’t articulate anything in your cockdrunk haze.

“Want you,” you whimper, hands tugging him down into a kiss, “wanna feel full.”

“Can’t stay too long, they expect you downstairs,” he murmurs against your mouth.

“Don’t care,” you sigh as Leon ruts his dick just right and rubs along the spongy spot inside your cunt, “just want you.”

“Fuck,” he growls, hips snapping into you harder, “yeah? Just need big brother pounding your cute pussy?”

“Yes, yes,” you moan, “just need my pussy stuffed with big brother’s cock.”

“Fucking hell,” his hips hump into your clenching hole harder, fucking your cunt rougher than before, “pussy gripping me so fucking good.”

He licks into your panting mouth as he picks up the pace, rabbiting his cock into your squelching cunt so hard the bed rattles. His pelvis presses down on your swollen clit on every thrust and paired with his dick nailing your g-spot repeatedly, your back arches off the bed—orgasm hitting you so hard you see fireworks behind your closed eyelids.

“There you go,” he soothes, “milk me, sweetheart, milk big brother’s cock so he can breed your pussy.”

Your nails score down his back making him hiss and ram his dick harder into your cunt, tip knocking against your cervix til he’s spilling inside you again. He grunts as rope after rope of hot cum floods your pussy. Laying there until he catches his breath, Leon raises up to pull out of your spasming heat.

When you whine up at him, he pets your head.

“Relax for me, princess. I’m gonna grab you some water,” he kisses you gently one last time.

You hum, smiling dopily up at him, “‘Kay.”

You watch with tired eyes as he moves off the bed and walks over to the door.

Leon gives you a crooked smile as he slips out of your room, closing the door behind him. He dips into the bathroom to give himself a once over, wiping your makeup off of his face with a smirk. He makes his way downstairs, practically skipping.

He swings into the living room, making sure to look suitably concerned as he makes his way to your mom and Brent? Brett? Whatever.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but sadly you guys are gonna have to take a rain check,” Leon looks down, closing his hand into a fist once he sees your lipgloss smeared along his palm, “she’s not feeling well, got a bad migraine.”

Your mom frowns, “Oh poor thing, I’ll go up in a moment and check on her.”

Leon shoots her a disarming smile , “Don’t worry, I’m grabbing her a water and some meds. You can show our guest out,” Leon shoots a simpering smile over to Bentley(?).

She smiles over at Leon and then stands up to walk the other guy to the door, “Thanks, Leon.”

He gives her a two fingered salute and walks off toward the kitchen, subtly watching as he guides that idiot to the front door. Leon’s in and out of the kitchen, grabbing a couple of waters, and quickly making his way upstairs. He stops by his room and grabs one of his old phys ed shirts, eager to see you wearing it, and slips back into your room.

You’ve already undressed, sleepily lounging on the bed in a nightshirt, coming to when you hear the door click shut.

“Baby,” he murmurs, moving over to you and cupping your face, “let’s get a shower and head to bed.”

“Sounds good,” you slur, turning your face to kiss his thumb.

His heart clenches tightly, sticky warmth filling his chest and making his ears burn.

“So sweet,” he mutters under his breath, helping you up.

“Just wanted you to be nice,” you mumble, leaning into his side, “didn’t care about Brad.”

Leon winces, glad you’re sleepily nuzzling into him as he guides you quietly out into the hall to the nearby bathroom.

“I know,” he rumbles, dropping a kiss to to your head, “you deserve someone sweeter.”

He sits you down on the closed toilet lid once you both enter the bathroom, turning and locking the door.

You’re pouting at him and he can’t help but grin at you.

“You can be sweet,” you murmur, eyelashes kissing your cheeks when you look away to the wall, picking at your nails.

He wants to pull his hair at the flood of butterflies swarming in his stomach, threatening to choke him. Is this a crush? It’s way more intense than that it seems. He’s never felt like this before.

“You drive me crazy,” he finally sighs, kneeling in front of you, helping you slip your shirt off, “I don’t know what to do.”

Your fingers brush away the fringe from his face, letting him meet your eyes unhindered, “Just…”

He watches as you bite your bottom lip, holding back what you want to say.

“Just be mindful,” you say, a weak smile crossing your face.

He knows that’s not what you wanted to say but he’s too chickenshit to ask you for more.

“Ready for that shower, princess?”

He tilts your wrist up to kiss your pulse point, eyes never leaving yours so he sees when your breath hitches.

“Please, Leon,” you whisper.

His eyes search yours for a second before standing up to step over to the full bath, flicking on the water. He feels like he’s out of his depth but not even sure how to cross that line with you. He glances back to see you brushing against the bruising on your thighs and hips, darker than before. Heated possession settles deep in his gut, pleased at the marks he left, wanting to leave more.

He pulls his attention back to the water thinking to himself that he’s fucked, already half in love with you with not a goddamn clue on where you stand in this backwards ass relationship.

You’re quiet in the shower, lost in thought it seems to Leon so he doesn’t push it, helps you wash off before cleaning himself then shutting off the water. You step out in your towel, leaving him alone in the bathroom with his swirling thoughts. As he dries his hair with the towel, he stares at the closed door. His stomach rolls with the thought you would’ve went out with that dickhead just to spite him, but to be fair, he drove you to it.

Frustrated, he wraps the towel around his waist and leaves the bathroom, heading into his room prepared to wallow and listen to music as he parcels through his messy feelings; however, opening the door draws him up short.

His eyes drift from your bare legs up to his shirt that’s so long it hits the top of your thighs, gaze finally moving all the way up to see you completely asleep on his bed. It feels like a sucker punch to his solar plexus. He quietly closes his door and leans against it. He feels sick. Fuck.

It’s not fair. You’re too fucking good and he wants more than what you’re willing to give. He wants to take you out, wants to spoil you, wants to love—

He shakes his head hard. No. He can’t go there. He’ll get over it. It’s just infatuation. It’s honestly nothing.

He ignores the crisis waiting to happen and slides in a pair of briefs before slipping into bed behind you. You murmur, turning in your sleep to bury your face into his chest. He clenches his eyes shut, wrapping his arm around you to pull you even closer. He falls asleep nuzzling into your hair, listening to your even breathing as he relaxes against you.

You wake up with a start.

Disoriented, your eyes rapidly look around, a sigh escaping you once you realize you fell asleep in Leon’s room. You roll over, coming face to face with his sleeping face. Your eyes squint as you read the time on your watch. It’s before seven am, so he’s not waking up for awhile.

You smile to yourself, taking in his slack mouth and dark eyelashes, eyes tracing the little freckles down to the vampire bite he has on his neck. You want to run your hands over that pair of freckles but refrain from waking him up. He looks so sweet like this. That feeling of want ramps up again making your toes curl. You wish he was just a boy you had met at school or the mall or something.

It would make this whirlwind of feelings less messy; your heart thumps painfully in your chest making your breath stutter. If he was just some guy you had met, you could be months into a relationship now. You let yourself daydream what that would be like. Would he be sweeter to you? He’d take you out on dates, but would he be mean like he is now or…

You bite your lip. Would he just be mean during sex? Your cunt throbs but you ignore it. You’re pretty sure he would be, he just can’t help himself. Luckily for you both, you likeit. However…

You deflate a little. You wish he were sweeter to you sometimes. Like at the company picnic. Not that you don’t like him as he is, just—

Tears prick your eyes and you blink rapidly, willing them away.

You just want him to like you like you like him.

“Y’kay?” he mumbles, eyes blinking sleepily, thumb clumsily rubbing your cheek.

“Yeah,” you whisper, giving him a watery smile, lie slipping off your tongue, “just a bad dream.”

“C’mere,” he slurs, tugging you into his body, tucking your face into his neck, “shoulda woke me up.”

His warm palms stroke down your back, a slow back and forth that almost makes you want to cry. You wrap your hand around him and squeeze, nuzzling deeper into his neck.

“Hey, s’okay,” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep, “I got you, baby.”

You sniffle, tears slipping from your eyes, heart aching at his words.

“Yeah?” your voice comes out small.

“A’course,” he pets you, hands softly stroking your head and down your back, “always got you.”

Letting yourself have this moment, you squeeze him tighter to you.

Who knew being in love sucked so much?

You stay in Leon’s arms for most of the morning, mainly cause he falls back to sleep holding you and you just don’t have the heart to wake him up by pulling away.

Once he rolls over in his sleep, you take the opportunity to slip from his room and go back into yours. You get dressed and walk downstairs, heading to where you can hear your mom cooking in the kitchen.

“Oh honey,” she walks up to you, putting the palm of her hand on your forehead, “you feeling better? Leon told us you had a nasty headache.”

You want to laugh hysterically. God, you’re all over the place this morning.

“Uh yeah,” you give her a small smile, “think I just was a little dehydrated.”

She clicks her tongue and turns back to the stove, “You know to drink more water. Maybe take a break from the sodas and coffee today.”

Nodding although she can’t see it, you push yourself up to sit on the counter, “I’m going to.”

“Good,” she turns with a little grin, “that Brad sure is cute.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to see him anymore.”

She frowns, “But why, he’s such a nice young man.”

You kick your feet against the cabinet as you look over at the window, “I dunno, just don’t feel that spark, y’know?”

She smiles, eyes softening in understanding, “I know,” she turns back to the pan on the cooktop, “well just make sure to let him down easy.”

You hum your agreement and let the conversation drift into a comfortable silence.

“Oh!”

You turn to your mom wiping her hands on her apron, “We’re going on a trip!”

“Everyone?”

“No,” she laughs, “we’re gonna leave Leon in charge but we’ll be gone for the week starting tomorrow!”

She sighs happily, “I’ve always wanted to go to the Grand Canyon.”

You giggle, “That’s like a family vacation.”

She swats at you with her own giggle, “Yeah well it’s also for couples.”

“What’s for couples?”

You both turn to see Leon rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he walks into the kitchen. Hands digging into the edge of the counter, you nod your head to your mom.

“The Grand Canyon.”

Leon barks out a laugh then covers his mouth as your mom swats him the dish towel.

“It is very romantic, thank you,” she sniffs haughtily but it falls flat when she laughs afterward.

She takes on a serious face, “But that means you’ll be in charge while we’re gone, so no wild parties mister.”

His eyes dart to you with a gleam and your thighs press together, “Oh no, wouldn’t dream of it.”

She purses her lips, “I mean it, Leon. We’ll be checking the security cameras to make sure.”

Leon laughs at that, attention going back to your mom letting you breathe easily, “Yes, ma’am.”

She shakes her head with a good natured sigh, “Kids.”

A timer goes off on her phone and she shuts the stove eye off.

“I’ve got to finish packing,” she says to you, slipping her apron off and hanging it on a hook connected to the back of the pantry door, “once this is cool, will you put it in a dish and stick in the fridge?”

“Sure, mom,” you smile at her, watching as she leaves the kitchen.

Leon waits a beat, eyes tracking your mom before making his way over to you. He smirks, long fingers pushing your legs open to slot himself between your thighs.

“How’re you this morning?” he kisses your neck making you gasp.

“I-I’m okay,” your voice shakes as his lips drag along your neck, nipping and kissing the bruised skin.

“Mmm,” he hums, tongue dipping out to taste your throat, “no more bad dreams?”

“N-no,” your hands grip his shoulders, wanting to push him away but liking the attention.

“Princess,” he rumbles, raising his head up to look down at you, eyes dark and unreadable.

He presses his lips to yours, kissing you like he’s never tasted anything this good in his life. You whine and he gets rougher, biting your bottom lip and licking across it before slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hands drop to your thighs, yanking your body to the edge of the counter.

You pull away with a pant, “Leon, we’re not alone.”

“I know,” he rolls his eyes, fingers digging into the bruises making your cunt leak slick.

He kisses you wetly one last time and moves completely away from you. He opens his mouth to say something when his dad breezes into the kitchen.

“Honey, I— oh hey you two,” he smiles, “I got off work early so we can leave out tonight.”

“Congrats, pops,” Leon gives him a crooked smile and your heart flips at the soft look.

His dad rolls his eyes making you think that’s definitely where Leon picked it up from.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just ready to have the house to yourself.”

“Did you already know?”

Leon turns to you brow furrowed, “Pops told me the other day.”

“Ah,” you shrug, “mom just told me today.”

Your stepdad laughs, “She’s so excited that it must’ve slipped her mind. I’m gonna go tell her the good news. See you both later!”

You slip off the counter, following after him when Leon grabs your forearm stopping you.

“What?” you squint your eyes at him.

“You seem off—weird.”

You bat your eyelashes at him, “Gee, thanks for the compliment.”

Wrenching your arm away, you rush off, locking yourself in your room to try and sort out your chaotic emotions. Hours later, there’s a knock at your door.

Opening it to your mom and stepdad, they both hug you and bid goodbye, promising to call, reminding you that service isn’t great so to be careful and take care of each other. You smile and wave them off, closing your door once they disappear down the stairs.

Luckily unluckily, Leon leaves you be for the rest of the day. You hear him pause outside your door a couple of times but he doesn’t stay longer than a handful of seconds before walking on to his room. You feel like throwing up, your nerves are so all over the place.

It’s a couple of days later and the house is quiet. You’ve avoided or given Leon the cold shoulder anytime you’ve run into him. Surprisingly, it’s worked even if his stare makes chills run down your spine. Tiptoeing out of your room, you’ve slipped down into the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat before scurrying back up to your room.

After agonizing all night again, you’ve determined that you’re just going to have to stop being with Leon. It hurts to even think it, but if it’s all one sided, it’s better to quit now before you get even more involved.

Finally leaving your room, you walk over to Leon’s but chicken out last minute and veer downstairs. You’ll just chill in the living room and once Leon comes down, you can talk to him in a neutral territory. Flipping on the TV and finding reruns of a sitcom you like, you settle down and let it take your mind off things.

You’re cringing and giggling at Michael hitting Meredith with his car when the doorbell rings. You glance upstairs but don��t see any movement so when the doorbell goes off again, you sigh and climb up off the couch. Glancing through the peephole, you frown to see Brad on the other side.

“Who is it?” A hot gust of air whispers in your ear.

You squeak rubbing the shell of your ear as you pull back to glare at Leon.

“Brad,” you deadpan.

Leon’s jaw clenches, “Who said you could invite him over, princess? I’m in charge and starting now he’s banned from ever stepping foot here again.”

You scoff, “Not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t even have a way to contact him. I guess he’s stopping by to check in.”

“Tell him to leave or I will, and it won’t be nice,” Leon’s voice darkens, pressing you against the door, “I’ll make it to where he’ll wish he never met you.”

As much as that makes your heartbeat fast and cunt ache, you bare your teeth at him, “I’ll talk to whoever the fuck I want to. You might think you own me, but you don’t own shit, Leon.”

You shove him away and open the door, smiling too brightly at Brad.

“Hi!”

Brad smiles back, “Hi, uh, how’re you feeling?”

“Better,” you shoot a glare at Leon, stepping out onto the porch and closing the door, “sorry I had to cancel our plans.”

Brad laughs, “Don’t apologize, kinda last minute plans at that, ya know?”

“Yeah,” you grin at him, “what’re you—“

The door pulls open and Leon steps out next to you.

“Benton, so nice to see you again!”

The smile on your face tightens, anger pulsing in your temples.

“I-it’s Brad,” the boy tries to correct with a nervous smile, “and yeah, it’s nice to—“

“Yeah, yeah, listen, can I talk to you for a sec?” Leon’s grinning but his eyes are dead as he grabs Brad by the arm and frog marches him down the porch steps.

“Leon, what’re you doing?”

He turns to you with a look so dark that it makes you pause.

“Just guy talk, princess.”

Your heart rabbits in your chest, worry overtaking the anger as Leon leads Brad back to his car parked out on the street. You lean over the porch banister, torn between wanting to go down there or watching what Leon will do.

Leon doesn’t raise his voice or hands, but even from here you can see the fear etched on Brad’s face. He’s pulling away from Leon like he’s been burned and climbing into his car, peeling out from your street without even a look back at you. Leisurely making his way back to be house, Leon stops on the porch and gestures for you to go into the house first.

You glare at him and storm past him, climbing up the stairs as he shuts and locks the front door. Nerves shoot through you when you hear him chase after you and grab you right outside his room.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“My room, Leon,” you spit out, twisting in his arms.

You squeal when he deadlifts you over his shoulder, pushing into his room and throwing you down onto his bed.

“Nah, enough of that,” he climbs onto the bed after you, pinning your wrists down with his hands, “you seem to be getting airs, little princess.”

“Fuck off, Leon,” you’re so frustrated that tears are threatening to spill, “get off me, this is done. I’m done. We’re done, okay?”

He frowns, leaning up on his haunches and letting you slide back until you’re leaning against the headboard, pulling your knees up to your chest, wiping the tears from your face.

“What’re you talking about?” he’s watching you closely.

“This,” you wave your hand from yourself to him, “this is done. I, I can’t keep doing it, Leon.”

Your voice breaks and more tears spill across your cheeks.

“I can’t keep being with you like this.”

“Oh.”

He seems to deflate, falling back until he’s able to sit with his legs criss cross.

“Was it,” he clears his throat, picking at his comforter, “did I hurt you?”

You laugh incredulously, “Yes, but not in the way you think.”

He frowns at you from under his fringe, blue eyes staring you down.

“Explain it to me then.”

You exhale shakily, hiding your eyes behind your palms, “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“I like you, Leon.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’? I like you, Leon.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Everything?! You don’t even feel the same way. I’m sleeping with a guy who I’m falling in lo—like with and he doesn’t even care about me like that.”

“Hey.”

His sharp voice makes you drop your palms from your damp eyes.

“Who the fuck said I didn’t care about you like that?”

Confusion makes your brows pinch together, “What?”

He moves so fast you don’t realize what’s happening until you’re being kissed breathless.

“I like you, too,” he kisses you again, catching your sob with his lips, “I meant it when I said you drive me crazy. I want you all the time. Want you more than just your body. Love your smartass mouth and your weird sense of humor.”

He kisses all over your tearstained face, “Love how excited you get about stuff, like when I randomly gave you those gummy worms and you smiled for the rest of the day.”

You laugh wetly, letting him kiss the sound from your mouth.

“I love spending all my time with you,” he drops a kiss to your cheek, “meant it when I said I got you, baby.”

You smile through a new batch of tears, messily pressing your lips to Leon’s.

“Leon, please,” you whimper, hands digging into his shoulders, “show me, show me how much you’ve got me.”

“Okay, okay,” he soothes, kissing your jaw and down your neck, “let me show you, princess.”

Between you both it’s no time before you’re both naked in his bed, grinding against each other, lips meeting over and over between gasps and whines.

“Please, Leon,” you whimper, arching up as he drags his fat tip across your clit, “want you so much.”

“I’ve got you,” he kisses you as he presses his cock into your soaked pussy.

He bottoms out with a low groan, “Good girl, fuck, ruined me for anyone else, baby.”

You keen high in your throat, cunt fluttering around his cock at his words.

“You ruined me for anyone, big brother,” you whisper against his lips making him growl and rut deeper into your slick pussy.

“Damn right,” he kisses you so hard it splits your bottom lip making you both moan.

“Aww, little sis,” he coos, tongue lapping against the cut, “didn’t mean to get so rough.”

“Like it,” you mewl, hands tangled in his blonde strands, “like when you’re rough, big brother.”

He groans, humping your pussy so hard he rubs against your g-spot, “You’re perfect, fuck. Wanna cum inside you.”

“Please, please, love how hot it feels,” you kiss him, smearing blood on his mouth.

“My hot cum filling you up, stuffing my little sister’s pussy so good, it drips out,” his hot breath slides over your neck before he’s biting down, deep, nearly breaking skin.

Your whole body thrashes, hips rocking up into his bulky weight pinning you down to the sheets.

“Gonna mark you all over,” he bites you again on the opposite side of your throat making you cry out, voice cracking.

“Gonna take you apart all week long,” he swears into your ear, kissing the lobe.

Your cunt’s clamping down on his dick rhythmically as he bullies against the spongy spot in your cunt. His leans up to shift his upper body so he can latch onto your hard nipples. Whining, your legs spasm and wrap tighter around his waist.

He slows down, rutting slow into your cunt as his mouth bites and sucks at your aching buds.

“Love sucking your tits,” he lathes his tongue across the swell of your breast, nipping the soft skin, “tomorrow wanna just suck on’em all day, see if we can make you cum from just that.”

“Leon,” you whine, pussy pulsing around his dick.

He laughs low in his throat, teeth biting your nipple before sucking it softly into his mouth. His head stays buried between your breasts, slowly taking his fill of suckling and biting your nipples until they’re puffy and sore.

“Wanna cum,” you pant, hips twisting and writhing under him, “Leon, big brother, please.”

He presses down on you even more, settling his heavy weight over you until you’re mewling from not being able to move.

“We got all night, princess,” he whispers in your ear, tongue licking across the shell, “could just rut in your wet little cunt all night, keep you stuck here on my cock for hours.”

Whimpering, your nails dig into his broad back making him buck into your soaked hole.

“Mmm my own personal fleshlight, grips me just right,” he teases, groaning as your pussy squeezes his cock tightly, “oh, like being big brother’s pocket pussy, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you moan, “m’pussy belongs to big brother.”

“Fuck yeah it does,” he grunts, thrusting into your cunt a few times before slowing back down, “gonna let me use you whenever I want?“

“Big brother,” you pant, drooling as he grinds right against your g-spot continuously, body shaking with your impending orgasm, “please.”

“Let your boyfriend make you cum, baby sis,” he kisses your jaw, “then he’ll cream your pretty cunt.”

He rocks even harder against you, pelvis rubbing across your clit as his tip kisses your cervix making you gush around his cock as you cum, pussy walls milking his throbbing length.

“Oh, there we go, good girl,” he praises against your ear, smoky voice making you clench again, “god, ‘m close, gonna cum in you, gonna fill you up just like you asked.”

“Please, please,” you weakly beg, body locked around him as he fucks you hard and deep.

With a choked off groan, he thrusts deeply one last time and stills, cock kicking and throbbing as hot sticky cum spills from the fat tip, painting your fluttering walls white. You moan brokenly, pulling him into another messy kiss.

After a few minutes, Leon’s softening cock slips from your cunt, hole oozing creamy spend all over his sheets. He lays down next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“You’re so fucking perfect, princess,” he murmurs into your hairline, kissing your forehead.

Warmth floods your chest as you smile up at him, “You’re pretty special, too.”

He grins, thumb tilting your chin up, “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

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ugggghhh I love your writing! your style and just voice are outstanding!

could you write something with Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) who are dating (but no one knows) and they are doing a PR thing for England or some ad campaign? And they have to do silly things and show how much they know about each other (like they have known each other since they were in school and have been friends for a while) but then Keeley catches on or something. Sorry if this doesn't make sense, but essentially it is Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) relationship, thank you! <3

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you’re a mansion with a view

There’s an insistent knocking on the door. It’s who-the-fuck-knows o’clock Jamie has been inside all day, lights off and dealing with a wicked hangover. The pounding on the door syncs up with the pounding in his head, and he Jamie shuffles to open it so the person on the other side can shut up.

He opens it to find you, mid-knock.

“Put a shirt on, Tartt,” you say as you push past him, grocery bag in hand. Jamie looks down. He’s just in his trousers, and for once he’s grateful that it isn’t the other way around.

“Fucking hell, Killer,” he groans. “Shouldn’t you be at training?”

You shake your head, ignoring the fact that he used your football nickname as opposed to your actual name. “Nope. It’s five. Training’s done for the day.”

Jamie follows you to his kitchen. Why you’re walking around like you own the place, he has no idea.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks. “And how do you know where all my stuff is?”

You tap your head. “Our houses have the same layout. I can see yours from across the street, and noticed you haven’t been out in like, a week. That’s a record for you.”

Jamie rubs his face. “Fucking hell,” he says again. “So why are you here?”

You turn around from the fridge. “Figured you haven’t had a decent meal besides vanilla vodka.” You make a face. “Disgusting. Just because you’re not playing football doesn’t mean you can neglect nutrition, Tartt.”

“I ain’t neglecting my nutrition,” he replies. “Just…” he trails off.

You smirk. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought. The great Jamie Tartt, drowning his sorrows in vanilla vodka and becoming a couch potato. You haven’t even had any women ‘round to numb the sting. That’s new.”

You flip on a light to which Jamie groans. You flip it off. “So are you going to put on a shirt, or..?”

“Killer,” Jamie says for the third time, “the fuck are you doing in my house?”

You pretend to be digging in the grocery bag so you don’t have to look at his face.

“Saw your interview,” you reply as nonchalantly as possible. “Thought you might need someone to make sure you haven’t, I don’t know, died.”

Jamie knocks his head against the wall. “Has everyone fucking seen that?”

You shrug. “Personally, I liked it a lot better than your season of Lust Conquers All. Lot more feeling in that one interview than the whole show, if you ask me.”

“So you saw that,” Jamie comments. This is far too many words for the headache he has.

“Yup.”

“And you’re still here.”

“Uh huh.”

Jamie is at a loss for words. Everyone else has left him because of that fucking tv show, where he acted like the worst version of himself and didn’t even fucking win.

Doesn’t make sense that you, a midfielder from some women’s FC, would be in his house pulling out real food and making sure he’s alright.

For a moment, Jamie feels bad that he can’t remember what team you play for.

He thinks that this goes beyond neighborly duties. Sure, you live across the street from him and you’ve seen each other at various events, but this is probably the first real conversation you’ve ever had. He has no idea what to make of it.

He asks, “Why do you care?” then immediately cringes at the harsh tone of his voice.

You slam the fridge door harder than you anticipate, making you both jump.

“Because,” you say, then you sigh.

“Footballer life off the pitch sucks sometimes. I wish someone had checked on me.”

“I ain’t a footballer,” Jamie points out, vaguely remembering something about your name in some less-than-friendly headline.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever you say, Tartt.”

—

Five months later, you’re at some random football pitch in your full kit and far more makeup than you’d wear to a match.

Some magazine is doing some profile on different footballers, taking photos with different men and women from all kinds of teams together. You’re not sure why you, a midfielder, are here with Tartt, a striker.

You’re not complaining.

“Oi, Tartt,” you call, “how does it feel to be scored on by a girl?”

(The photographer wanted some action shots of you and Jamie playing 1 v 1.)

Jamie scoffs. “My masculinity ain’t fragile, Killer. Just lucky you didn’t break any of my bones.” He says the words carefully, as if they’re unfamiliar to his tongue and he wants to get them just right.

“You know I have a name, right?” you ask, breathing hard. You’ve dribbled the ball back to Jamie and are standing practically forehead to forehead. “Like, a real actual name that you’re allowed to use?”

Jamie grins and drops his voice to a near-whisper, “Oh I know how to use your name, love.”

You shiver, trapped in his gaze for a minute.

The spell is broken as the photographer shouts, “Alright loves, let’s stage some of you two together.”

You both turn to jog to the sidelines, where she begins posing you.

“Wow,” she remarks, “you two have great chemistry. Usually I have to tell you footballers to act like you like each other.”

Jamie grins and knocks his shoulder into yours. “Hear that, Killer?” he asks, “She thinks we have good chemistry.”

You roll your eyes and feign annoyance. “Be professional, Tartt.”

The photographer asks, “How long have you known each other?”

You and Jamie say, “Two years,” in perfect unison.

“My goodness,” she laughs, “you two are just in sync today! How’d you meet?” You say, “we’re neighbors,” at the same time Jamie says, “at a party.”

You both look at each other. “We met because we live across the street from each other,” you say.

Jamie shakes his head, “No, we met a week before you moved in at a party.”

“What party?” you ask. “Pretty sure I would’ve remembered meeting you.”

“Nah,” Jamie replies, “You were too busy getting sloshed with your teammates while they all hit on Keeley.”

You scrunch your nose. “Was I sloshed?”

“Yep,” Jamie says. “Properly. It was the end of the season, so makes sense.”

“Weird,” you reply. “My first memory of you is when you tried to break into my house because you were too busy snogging this model to figure out you were on the wrong side of the street.”

“Oi, it could happen to anyone!” Jamie says defensively.

“Sure,” you laugh. “Happens to me all the time.”

You reach out to steal the football that’s tucked under Jamie’s arm, but he’s too quick for you.

“Give it!” you say, still laughing.

He holds it above your head. “Give what?” he asks innocently. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You’re jumping and trying to pull his arm down to where you can reach and are almost successful when he tosses it to his other hand.

“No fair!” you cry, “You’re taller than me!”

Jamie grins. “Oh, you want the football then? Maybe try asking nicely.”

You still. “Jamie,” you begin, “could you please give me the football?”

He’s still holding it high above you as he considers. “Hm.” He pretends to think for a moment. “No.” He breaks away from you and kicks it into the goal across the field.

“You can have it now,” he says when he returns. You’re trying so hard to be mad at him, but he has that silly little grin he gets when he’s trying to make you laugh and you just can’t fake a frown.

“Screw you, Tartt,” you laugh.

Jamie raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth to reply when he’s cut off by the photographer.

“You two get along really well,” she says. “I think you’d be cute together.”

You blush and Jamie says, “I fucking hope so. She’s my girlfriend. Oi, d’you want a picture of us kissing?”

“No she doesn’t,” you say.

“Yes she does,” Jamie says. “We’re fucking adorable, babe. Football’s power couple. Behind Posh and Becks, of course,” he says as an afterthought.

“Fine,” you say, “One. Then I’m getting that football and your ass is grass, Tartt.”

Jamie grins. “Fine by me, love.”

He leans in to kiss you but you pull away at the last second, sprinting toward the football still under the goalposts. Did he really think you were going to play fair?

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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scekrex · 4 days

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This is the same Anon who requested Lucifer’s Ex! Reader and I loved it <3 <3 and I’m really glad your interested in the angst fic 😭😭

One thing I disliked (?) about the finale, is that the Angel’s just LEAVE Adam’s body in hell. Like, no attempt to get it back up there, just “we’re gone, peace out 🫥✌️” So what if Reader, after being informed by Sera or Lute about Adam’s death, he quickly rushes down into hell to get his body (or honestly he just doesn’t believe that he’s dead yet)

When he gets there, he finds Adam and just breaks down. (imagine Reader putting his hand on Adam’s cheek and wiping away the blood, just like how Adam did with Reader’s tears all the way back in Eden 🥲) I’m also assuming this is literally as they’re rebuilding the hotel. So randomly they just see a portal open in the sky and assume its like reinforcements, only to see a single Angel come down and start crying over Adam. Everyone is just confused cause no one knows who the Reader is except Lucifer. (And probably Vaggie or Charlie -depending on how much she knows about her dads past-)

I’m not sure how I’d want it to end, but I thought maybe Lucifer tried to comfort Reader (not sure about that or if Reader just sees him, your choice), only for him to blow up at Lucifer and just unleash all his pent up anger and sadness at him. About how he just keeps ruining his life and how he thought he could finally be happy with Adam. (Just really getting into the nitty-gritty of it all) And after he’s done he just takes a deep breath, silently walks back to Adam, picks him up, and flies home. Leaving a completely silent Lucifer behind him.

Seriously, I loved Part. 1 so much! Even if it was short, I found it to be just enough for the overall theme of it!! Hope you have a great rest of your day <3<3

First: I'm glad you liked the first part despite it being short <3 Second: nah because that bothered me too, like why didn't Lute carry his ass back to heaven?? Excuse me? She took his halo, might as well lift this gigantic fuckhead up and fly him back to the pearly gates.

Part 1

You're dead to me, stop saying my name like beetlejuice

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, hurt/no comfort, major character death

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

You stared at Sera in disbelief, it couldn’t be true, she must be lying, there was simply no way for her words to be true. “No,” you mumbled to yourself as you turned your head to seek confirmation in the assumption that Sera was lying. But the white haired woman stared at the tiled floor in silence, she didn’t even dare to meet your eyes once. “You are joking,” this time you spoke up louder, clearer, stronger, convinced that the people in this room were all lying to you and that Adam would bust those office doors open any moment to greet you with the most horrible pick-up line heaven had ever heard. But the doors stayed closed and Sera lowered her head, “I’m afraid that is not the case.”

You fully turned towards Lute as your voice started to fill with the anger you were feeling, the hatred towards her and the other exorcists was audible, “So you just left him there?” Sera slowly walked up to you, her hand came down onto your shoulder in a sad attempt to try and calm you down, you tore your body away from her touch in an instant, taking one step closer towards Lute. The lieutenant remained silent though, not a single noise left her throat and you wondered if she was even breathing. She also continued to stare at the floor and for a moment you thought that something that came close to regret reflected in her eyes, but it was gone too quickly so you weren’t sure. “Answer me,” you growled as you towered over the exorcist. Sera had backed off, she had noticed that there was no use in trying to calm you down, that her attempts would only feed into your rage. “Yes, Sir,” her voice was quiet, submissive even. It was so unlike Lute to submit this easily, in all the years you’ve known her she had never done something similar, she had always had a cocky comment waiting on the tip of her tongue, just like Adam.

That was enough though, you turned around, your back was facing the lieutenant, and snapped your fingers to make one of the oh so familiar golden portals appear. They had always tasted bittersweet, even before the exterminations. Hell was no place for angels to visit, no matter the reason. Heaven was made for your kind, hell was to keep the sinners burning, why in God’s mighty name would an angel leave heaven on its free will to pay hell a visit? Well, in your case the answer was love. Sera watched as the portal opened, it revealed a view down onto Charlie’s infamous hotel. There was golden blood everywhere and in the distance you saw the golden wings of your lover. They had truly left him there, probably wounded and helpless, unable to make it back home on his own. “Y/N you should not-” you tuned Sera’s words out, nothing that she could say would stop you.

You spread your wings and flew through the portal, heading straight downwards to where you had seen Adam’s wings gleaming.

Lucifer’s eyes widened as yet another portal opened, would they send another army? Was the battle about to continue? But then his eyes landed on you and he knew that danger would not follow a creature as peaceful as you - you would not lead an army in Adam’s name. Though you didn’t believe in Charlie’s idea of rehabilitation, you also disliked the exterminations. Lucifer had always seen you as a neutral-good in-between. But why were you paying them a visit, you had ever set foot in hell before after all. “Dad?” Charlie asked as she came up next to him, her eyes just as focused on you as his were. And while his daughter’s eyes were filled with confusion, his own held love.

You were quick to land next to Adam’s body, he was not moving, didn’t even look up to see who was there, who was trying to save him. The ground felt hard underneath your knees as they hit it forcefully due to your legs giving out but you could not bring yourself to mind, not when Adam was not moving and not breathing either. His body was laying in a puddle of his own golden blood, your hands grabbed him firmly, pulling him close to you so that his head was resting in your lap as you gently pushed the sweaty hair out of his face. Your thumb wiped the blood from his cheek and despite your senses telling you that he was gone for good, you hoped he would open his beautiful golden eyes and look up at you, maybe make a cocky comment. But that didn’t happen. It didn’t happen immediately, it didn’t happen ten minutes later. You felt his body growing cold and wrapped your wings around the both of you in order to keep it warm - there was surely no point in doing so though. Adam was gone and he would not return. Tears fell from your eyes onto his soft skin, you no longer found yourself able to hold them back, not when the one you love was gone without any way for him to return.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice spoke from behind you and your body flinched at just the sound of it - Lucifer. Of course he would play a part in this, he always played some sort of part whenever you lost something. Out of reflex you pulled Adam’s corpse closer to your body, his face was now resting against your chest, the blood of his seeped into the fabric of your once pure robe, it stained the white feathers that covered your wings and it stuck to your skin, none of these things you cared about. His blood on you was the only thing you had left of him. “I’m sorry, I-” you interrupted the devil without bothering to look at him, he was not worthy of being the center of your attention, not after what he had done, what he had taken from you. “Leave,” you simply said, the pain was not hidden, it reflected in your voice, in your tears and in the way your body clung to Adam’s. But like always Lucifer didn’t listen, he stepped closer, you felt it in every inch of your bones. When he dared to rest his hand on your shoulder, you tore away from his grip just as you had from Sera’s touch earlier. “I said leave, don’t make things worse,” that earned you the attention of Charlie, Lucifer's little duckling, “What does he mean, dad?” You heard how the devil sighed deeply - so he had not told her about you, why should he, you two had just been a thing for only God knew how long before Lilith had been created. Nothing important, a nice experience, that’s what you were to Lucifer. To Adam on the other hand you had been everything and he had been everything to you as well.

A kiss was pressed to Adam’s forehead before you gently put his body back on the ground and got up to face the king of hell and the man involved in Adam’s death. “Oh has daddy never told you about his ex boyfriend?” your voice sounded sweet yet broken, you wanted Lucifer to go through the same kind of pain that you were going through. The pain he had once again caused. Charlie frowned at you, turned her head to look at Vaggie who had just joined the group. “Y/N?” she asked, sounding quite surprised. That surprise left her eyes when she spotted Adam’s blood on you though, her facial expression turned sour and she added, “He got what he deserves.” The short, blonde man seemed to disagree with the former exorcist, yet he did not voice his disagreement. Coward. Instead he once again tried to offer you comfort as he opened his arms, inviting you in for a hug. Looking the devil up and down you huffed angrily, how dare he?

“You have some nerves, Lucifer,” you started, hatred was dripping from your voice as you rounded the fallen angel, you kept one eye on Adam though, making sure that none of the filth down here dared to touch the first man. “First, you tore my heart apart, left me to bleed dry just to get it going with the woman that Father had made for Adam,” you pointed to the brunette in anger, that day Lucifer had not only hurt you, no even worse, he had also turned both of the women created for the first man against the one they had been made for. He had hurt Adam and in your book that was way worse than what he had done to you. “And now that I had everything I ever desired, a loving and caring partner that I was planning my future with, you had to show up and ruin my life once more,” despite his former rank, Lucifer was shorter than you and therefore allowed you to tower over him as the volume of your voice only rose, “Every time you show up you ruin something, you’re no good, a failure and you deserve to burn in hells everlasting fire, I hope the flames eat your heart just like they devoured mine.” You watched as the devil lowered his head, making himself appear even smaller than he already was. “You ruined everything good, you had done so ever since the start of creation, I hope Father punishes you for your behavior,” you raised your wings in order to make yourself appear taller as Vaggie and Charlie rushed to Lucifer’s side. You were done here, you had said everything you had wanted to say.

You walked back to where Adam’s corpse grew colder and colder, effortlessly lifted the first man up. Suspicion clouded your mind for a moment when you weren’t able to spot Adam’s fallen halo on the dirty ground, had Lute taken it? A question that you would ask her later. You firmly held the dead angel as you pushed yourself off the ground and headed back to the golden portal that was waiting for you to return home. But there was no home for you anymore, the person you had called home was dead in your arms, killed by the devil and his sinners. They had taken everything from you and you swore that you would return this favor one day.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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nburkhardt · 10 months

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Of Scissors & Wild Curls

Trying to beat out my writers block by writing an au troupe I absolutely love reading and haven’t written before. Just a heads up, it’s in modern times just so I don’t have to worry about being accurate to anything in the 80s ✌️ (this was stated on June 16th, when I started it)

anyway enjoy!

It’s the worst day of his entire life.

Right now. This is absolutely the day to end all bad days. It’ll be in his autobiography, it’ll be written in news articles and maybe a movie someday.

He wants to die a million deaths, truly.

It’s The Worst.

…. Or he might be exaggerating a bit. Just a little. Really, it’s not the end of the world.

This time at least.

Look, he’s had a long ass week and had a fight with some idiot taking pictures of him absolutely not falling on his ass. And the record label just told him that they need at least another album before letting the band take a much needed break.

Also, if he’s being truthful here, his writers block is a killer.

There’s a wall just planted in his brain, cutting off any and all lyrics the band needs for another fucking album.

Where was he again? Oh, worst day of his life.

“We’re going to stop in the next town, maybe we can find a place to- help?”

He groans and throws his head back, looking over at Gareth, “dude, my hair is a fucking disaster. There’s no helping that!”

Gareth crosses his arms with a deadpan look, “Ed, I think you’re overreacting a little. It’s just a little piece of gum! It’s not even that far in your hair, maybe this can be a little-“

“Don’t say it!”

“-trim”

He glares at him, “a little trim? This piece of shit is near my goddamn neck, Gare! I CAN FEEL IT! That fucking asshole did it on purpose too, I just know it!”

There’s a little five foot asshole out in the world, that’s his number one enemy now. Slapping him on the back with a “great show, my man!” Before walking away with a snicker. At the moment he didn’t think anything of it, too busy focusing on the fans around him trying to get his attention. His adrenaline and energy buzzing too much to realize something off with that guy.

He didn’t even notice it, it was a goddamn fan to point it out. Because they felt it when they took a picture together.

See? Worst day ever.

Right now they’re in the bus already moving onto the next city for the next concert. He isn’t even sure what’s the next one, all he knows is his hair has fucking gum in it and it’s the worst thing to ever happen to him.

“I still think you’re overreacting just a little, look, maybe there’s a way to get it out without cutting anything. We just have to find a place, there’s a two day break before the next concert. Ok?” Gareth pulls his hands away from his face, “Chris even told our driver to be on the lookout for places already.”

Sighing, he leans back and looks at his best friend, “I guess you’re right”

“I’m always right, dude.”

Rolling his eyes, he gets up and decides to take a nap face down because there’s no way he’s making it worse and getting stuck to his sheets.

Okay so, he’s overreacting a little bit. But he’s been growing his hair out for years now. It’s the perfect length and just wild enough that everyone knows him just by the hair.

It’s his thing, okay?!

A phone is slammed down and he flinches before looking towards the front, “did the phone kill your dog? Or was that-“

Robin whipped her head around a pinched look on her face, “that was goddamn Fran asking for a perm, I swear to god I don’t know how you deal with her! She actually had the nerve to praise you about letting her go so long without paying! She’s scheduled for Friday, because and I quote ‘my hair is straight as a needle’ she doesn’t do shit with her hair, Steve!”

He shakes his head and grabs his water before walking towards her, “Truthfully? I kinda zone out when I’m working on her hair.”

Robin blinked at him before she burst out laughing.

Being one of the only hair salons in their tiny town has some benefits, which is taking some customers that only pay after ranking up to nearly $300. That and he can hire anyone he wants and having a crew of just their friends is a perfect way to deal with the few crazy customers they get.

Oh, and he gets to hang out with them all the time while doing something he actually loves.

When he decided to go to cosmetology school instead of whatever place his dad wanted, he didn’t think he’d end up here. Honestly. His mom told him there was a chance it would go no where, that it’ll just be another thing to add to his list of hobbies.

Baseball, basketball, swimming, drawing and lastly cutting hair.

According to his dad, all of that was pointless. Well, not basketball. To his mom, it just made him look good for future partners. Thankfully their opinions don’t matter to him much anymore, they’re long gone from this tiny town and he’s twenty five now.

Really, he doesn’t need their support or opinions anymore.

“Woah! Dingus come here!” Robin calls out without needing to, the shop is small and he’s just at his station, “there’s your dorky kids jumping around like actual kids”

Rolling his eyes, he stands next to her to find that; yes across the street is the kids- now teenagers jumping around some parked bus. He can’t quite make out what’s on the bus, his vision is shit with letters even with his contacts in. Whatever they’re excited about is probably related to their dragons game.

So definitely nothing he’d understand. Right?

His attention is drawn away from the teens because of the door opening, he spins around with a smile already on his face. “Hello, do you have an appointment today?”

Standing half way in the door is a tiny blonde with a high pony tail and clearly not from around here. He pretty much knows everyone in Hawkins, or at least he knows everyone that comes into his shop.

This person definitely hasn’t been in before, she is adorable though. Totally Robin’s type, actually. Glancing at his best friend, and yep, there’s already hearts in her eyes.

“Hi! No, actually I wanted to see if you did have any openings?” Tiny Blonde smiles and he can see her glance at Robin, “either of you?”

If he could, he’d totally leave Robin to handle this by herself. It’d be pay back for when she ditched him at the bar a few weeks ago, but he’s not that petty. “Technically she can’t cut or color anyone’s hair, but I’m free later. I got a person coming in like twenty minutes. What did you-“

“Actually, it’s for a friend of mine!” She shakes her head and pulls her phone out, glancing at it and typing something quickly before looking back at him, “Can you do like a quick, consult maybe? Not like now, but later?”

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Robin nod her head as if she’s the one going to do it. Rolling his eyes he smiles and moves to the appointment book, taking a quick glance he can technically squeeze in something. “Just a consult?”

“Maybe a trim if all goes well, we could even come in tomorrow if you can’t today. We did just get into town, I’m sure my friend will understand if you can’t” her phone beeps and he can’t tell but it seems like she’s grimacing at whatever was sent, “or maybe you know another place?”

Technically he could send them somewhere else, but he’s curious plus from the glare he can feel from Robin- he glances at her and yep, she’s glaring a hole in his head.

He doesn’t need to ask her that she wants this pretty blonde to come back.

“Nah, you can come back at four. We can chat and figure out what needs or can be done.“ he smiles at her before handing over an appointment card, “I’m Steve, by the way. That’s Robin”

She takes the card with a smile, “Oh! I’m Chrissy, you don’t realize how much this will make my friend’s day. We’ll see you then, it’ll just be you two, right?”

“Yep! See you in a few hours!” Chrissy flashed a bright smile at him then Robin before opening the door and walking away.

He doesn’t even bother looking towards Robin to tell her, “You’ve got it bad”

There’s a loud shriek and then a laugh as Chrissy walks away. She smiles before looking down at her phone to text the good news.

‘Best news of your life right now, four o’clock. Dummy’

‘THANK YOU ❤️🖤’

It’s inching closer and closer to four and Steve isn’t sure if Chrissy just forgot or that her friend decided it wasn’t worth it. Either way, he’s going to clean up now because it’s been a long day and all he wants now is to drink some wine while relaxing on his couch.

He’s listening to Robin vent from across the salon, while cleaning the mirrors. “Despite how pretty she is, if they don’t show up soon I’m closing this place up!”

“It’s not even officially four yet, Robs.” He laughs and turns away from his mirror to clean the chair, “we have like five minutes before we give up on it.”

Robin let’s out a groan, spinning around to point at him with a glare, “It’s Friday night and I have plans, Steven!”

“I hope these plans don’t involve me, Robin. I have to be in here at fucking eight in the morning, I’d like to get at least five hours of sleep” he glares over at her, “the last time we went out and I had to work in the morning, I almost didn’t make it in”

Because of Robin’s loud laughter he nearly misses the door opening, he bounces up with a smile, “hi can I- Chrissy!”

Standing by the front desk is of course, Chrissy along with her is a tall guy with long wild curls standing next to her. He has a pair of sunglasses on and his hands shoved into the leather jacket he has on.

“Hi guys, sorry we didn’t get here sooner there was a crowd and this one couldn’t get passed it withou- ow! Eddie!” She glared at the man, Eddie apparently, and rubbing her arm.

It’s confusing but he’s not going to question it, his relationship with Robin is weird, probably weirder actually. So instead of questioning that he moves closer, “it’s fine, we were just cleaning up real quick. We said just a consult right or did you figure out what you wanted?”

Wordlessly, the two of a conversation right there. Hand movements, head nods and shakes before there’s a bright satisfied smile on Chrissy’s face appears. Eddie looks not upset per-say but definitely like he lost whatever was said in their conversation.

“Yep! He’ll do a trim, but there’s a little problem. You see, someone decided to put gum on his back and-”

Robin’s laughing again while he’s just horrified for Eddie. He can’t help but feel bad for the hair, well, maybe Eddie too. But he hasn’t said a word to them yet, still standing there with his glasses on and now crossing his arms with what looks like a pout on his face. Chrissy’s still talking about the gum and how it’s ruined Eddie’s day and they couldn’t figure out any other way to get it out.

He shakes his head, moving towards his chair and patting it, “well, I can’t figure anything out until you’re sitting in the chair and I get a closer look at the hair”

Eddie looks between the chair and Chrissy, before moving towards him and sitting in the chair. Sunglasses still on his face, a pout very much there as well. Up close, his hair is even more wild than he originally thought. The curls are a mess, that’s clear as he sticks his hand to figure out how much the gum is stuck.

It’s not too terrible, definitely bad but not enough where if he does cut it out, the hair wouldn’t be much different.

There is however, the fact that this guy is clearly not taking proper care of his hair. For as wild as it is, the curls are frizzy and not defined.

“Good news, I could cut the gum out and you’re hair won’t lose too much length or I could also try getting it out using some oil without taking scissors to your hair.”

“And the bad news?”

“You’re not taking proper care of your hair, these curls could be so much more”

He hears Chrissy let out a giggle and Robin’s definitely laughing with her, but his gaze is on Eddie, who’s mouth drops and nearly rips the glasses off to show that his eyes are wide with shock.

Steve can’t help himself, he smiles and lets his own little giggle out.

Eddie looks absolutely ridiculous and Steve might know him, like, at all. But he’s definitely someone he’d like to know eventually, being this dramatic over a little comment? That’s someone worth knowing, he thinks.

———

Ending it there lol.

Wanna know what’s funny? I started this to get out of my writers block and ended up getting it WITH THIS.

So I used wip wednesdays/weekends to push myself along and finally after also talking with @i-less-than-three-you & @strangersteddierthings I’ve decided to make this a two parter! I get to share what I already wrote AND give myself a way to write them actually getting together.

I also wanna shout out @artiststarme for helping me a bit too! They gave me a few suggestions and helped out so thank you to all three of them 🩷 you all are amazing and I love you!!

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PS: if you made it this far you get to know that the thing with someone not paying until the bill is up to $300 is a true fucking story. There’s a lady that comes into my work (a hair salon btw) and gets away with coming in for a hair wash or color or perms and doesn’t pay! Idk why my boss continues letting her do this but she does 🤷‍♀️

#steddie #steddie fic #implied buckingham #nburkhardt writes #hair salon meet #steve harrington x eddie munson #rockstar Eddie Munson #hair stylist Steve Harrington #platonic stobin #platonic hellcheer #corroded coffin #stranger things fic

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duc-kie · 10 months

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Hii darlinggg, how about some headcannons with how the HP men take care of you while youre stressed or something. Im in the mood for some fluff.

Take your time, ✌️

finally wrote something again I’m actually so proud of myself. my life has been so busy lately I don’t even know my name anymore. this is quite short and it doesn’t contain many characters in it but it was easier to write it like this.

thank you so much for the request and the patience🫶🏻 hope you enjoy my hp fluff hcs

(it contains Cedric Diggory, draco malfoy, Mattheo riddle, Tom riddle)

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CEDRIC DIGGORY

- now he’s just the sweetest I love him. he’d know EXACTLY what to do to help you relax.

- (depending on what you like) he’d run you a hot bubble bath, put on a movie, cuddle with you, take you out on a dinner date or a picnic date, or he’d take you shopping etc.

- he’d hold you the whole night and tell you how proud of you he is and make you smile as much as possible.

- the next morning you better be ready for breakfast in the morning with the sweetest note and flowers next to it. he’d even cuddle you while you eat or give you a massage.

- literally a 100/10 I want him so bad.

DRACO MALFOY

- he might not appear as soft at first but he really is when you get to know him.

- he would try to distract you from the thing that was stressing you out so he’d put on a movie and prepare some snacks.

- then he’d cuddle you while you both watch the movie.

- he would fall asleep holding you and in the morning he’d bring you some breakfast in bed.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

- he can also be very sweet when you really get to know him and he always knows how to comfort you.

- he’d also distract you from whatever is stressing you out. he would take you to the slytherin common room at night when everyone is asleep and he’d cuddle you and read to you next to the fire place. he’d also make sure you have your hot cocoa and the softest blanket he could find.

- when he could tell you were tired he’d carry you back to his dorm and cuddle you to sleep.

- the next day he would make sure you have a great day and that you weren’t stressed anymore.

TOM RIDDLE

- now Tom riddle is sweeter after you’ve been together for a while BUT he’s still not very sweet.

- he’d act as if he doesn’t care at all but deep down he does a little.

- I feel like he’d go on a walk with you and let the nature take care of your stress so he doesn’t have to.

- at night he’d cuddle you as best as he could.

- the next morning wouldn’t be anything special, maybe he’d help you study if that’s what was causing your stress.

#harry potter #hp fanfic #cedric diggory #cedric x reader #hp headcanon #hp hcs #harry potter fluff #cedric diggory fluff #draco malfoy #draco x reader #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle #tom riddle #tom riddle fluff #mattheo riddle fanfic #fluff hcs #hp fluff #hp fandom

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writinandcrying · 4 months

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TMNT ONE SHOT - Holiday Season - A Special gift

Christmas was not your favorite holiday, at least you had a mutant turtle to help out in this trying times (GN READER, Tw: dysfunctional family, arguments and bickering related to food, crying mentioned)

Fluff - makeout / first kiss with *insert turtle you like* after a shitty xmas (English isn’t my first language and I didn’t proof read this 😗✌️, pls don’t hesitante to correct me if you see something off putting, I hope you guys still like it!)

You climb up the last steps of the fire scape connecting the roof top of your building, dragging your feet as you groan one last time, it’s impressive you can hear your relatives arguing several stores bellow, you have lost count how many times people can pick on each other on their free will. You drag your hands along your face and sigh, you want nothing more but to distance yourself from that.

You didn’t get to feel much of The “Christmas spirit” everyone seem to love and cherish since you left your childhood years, and it seems that every year you learn to dislike December a little bit more. As much as The Grinch was deeply relatable for you lately, you didn’t want it to be, having a dysfunctional family in such a tender Holiday was kinda like receiving punch in the gut every day until 25th of December died out. After the first 10, the warm smiles and happy wishes over a great season seem to constantly mock your misery, leaving you bitter and resentful.

Leaning over the edge of your building, you check the many light up windows and different narratives playing along on your neighborhood, a family all gathered up taking a picture by their decorated tree on the left, you let a chuckle out by thrilled parents filming a rather young child by your right, to what it seems taking their first steps by their excitement.

it was nice seeing different kind of life’s playing along the fairy lights on the streets bellow, secretly wishing yours would be a little bit like theirs, reality seems distant as you accidentally disassociate, thinking how -your- family would be seen compared to those merry ones, your parents resentment growing against each other every minute, barking mean comments left and right to you messing apparently everything up. The perfect picture of a broken home. Awful to see, awful to be part of.

You sigh as you recall what drove you to the edge moments ago, a silly comment really, it was so small compared to the constant bickering around the whole month of December, but picking on you eating a single cookie? That you made? You spent the whole day cooking. The whole day trying to have a good Christmas, you can feel yourself fuming as you remember how much you have worked your ass off the whole month for their presents, for a good Christmas dinner, as they wouldnt even buy a single pair of sock for you. Give you a single “thank you” for all of your efforts, You tried, you really did, Despite all the odds against your favor, you still tried, when you finally decide you give yourself a taste of your hard work, your family dares to give you shit about your eating habits? No. Nuh uh.

That was the last drop. You marched to your room as you heard someone giving you shit one last time after harshly dropping the plate on the dining table. knew you would be screwed when they found out you were gone, no amount of locks would keep them at bay for longer than 2 to 3 hours. But god, you needed a time out. Yes, you would rather freeze your butt on a dirty and frozen roof top than to listen to another passive aggressive bullshit comment.

“you have been hiding here all this time?” A familiar voice fills out of the foggyness of your thoughts, your head turns around slightly, watching a well known silhouette marvelously shining through the moonlight “nobody’s seen you in days” his tone isn’t harsh or accusative, you can almost hear a incredulous chuckle out of him, he speaks lightly, curious to your whereabouts, you can also hear him landing near the regular rooftop entrance, you stare once again to the uncountable windows and buildings in front of you.

He waits for you to retaliate, reply with witty comeback, flash him an apologetic smile, anything, but silence wins you over. He knew something was up when you were this quiet, your family would be the main topic when you vanished like that, he also knew you needed space to deal with such matter, in due time, you would ask for comfort, you would seek for his presence, just like when he comes to you, yet this time it never came, you never came. The ninja turtle slowly leans over, trailing his eyes ahead as you do.

A sniff catches him off guard, he knows it shouldnt, but it does, he glances at you to finally see your glossy eyes staring ahead, a blush covering your cheeks and nose; You look adorable, sad, disappointed, frustrated, but still can’t help but to find you adorable, his hearts stings as you rapidly catch a sneaky tear roll down your cheek, turning your back at him before he can catch you in this arms.

“Didn’t want to bother.” your voice comes out more shaky than you would like, a bit hoarse due to the current season, you rub your hands together, if he questioned about your well being, you could just blame it on the cold weather,on the perfect snowflakes falling above you two.

“You could never bother” he trails along slowly, weary as if you were a scared cat, afraid that any hasty movement could make you dash “how about we go to the lair? Everyone misses you.” he gently places a hand on your back, “I miss you” he ponders, moving slowly to be by your side, your eyes don’t meet his, he wants to lean down, he wants your eyes locked on his, he wants you to trust him as much as he trusts you, he wants nothing more but to hold you close and kiss your sorrows and tears away.

he stays put instead, waiting on your call.

You instinctively turns towards him, his warmth drawing you in, you want to smile, to tell him over and over that eveything is fine, you were just busy, he doesn’t have to worry.

Instead your mouth is pressed in a tight line, you can feel your lips trembling when you try to speak, you know words will come out wobbly, and for the first time, you won’t be able to hold back tears in front of him. This is pathetic. You think, you want to be at the lair. You want to be near them, but how can you explain you can’t bare to see their love, brotherhood and companionship tonight? You can’t feel part of it? This night isn’t about you, it has never been and it will never will be, you just get used to it.

You look up; your thoughts swimming through your eyes, you open and close your mouth, how do you explain you crave affection, but can’t seem to bear it?

The turtle holds you in a swift movement, carrying you with ease, gently but still firmly holding you against his plastron in princess style, the familiar adrenaline rushes trough you as you can feel him jumping from roof top to roof top, you don’t have words to question him, astoundingly admiring him as you stare at his focused face facing the horizon ahead.

You close your eyes for a moment, learning your face over the valley of his neck and collarbone, in a blink of an eye, songs, chatter and laughter fills the air and you remember you are in New York , the most magical city to be this time of year. Yes, you had probably the crappiest month of your life, but for a moment, you let yourself drift away in bliss, focusing on sounds and passing colorful lights.

He settles both you on a empty office balcony, everything is dark inside accept for the faint lights on a very worn out tree looking back at you, you check your own reflection, your eyes are red and puffy, your hair is uneven, and there are millions of colors shining behind you.

The Rockefeller was the most iconic place all over New York during Christmas time, slowly turning around, the tree and it’s surroundings leaving you both speechless, you loved Christmas lights, it was impressive to say the least how the decorations were absolutely ethereal. ever so slowly, you both sit down and admire the virw quietly.

“You don’t have to deal with everything on your own” is the first line he graces you, you wanna laugh with that alone, look who’s talking you think over, but you can’t say it, you know he is right, he chuckles as if he could read your mind, he gently tilts your head upwards “next time, call me. Text me. Reach out, for goddess sake.” He smiles at you, you let out a huff, smiling shyly “you have so much on your plate already, I just, I didn’t-“

“You deserve so much better” he shakes his head, lips pressed in a thin line. Over many years of his life, he has thought he had too little and humans had absolutely everything on top side, it was unfair and left a sour taste over his mouth. you have shown him that kind of thought was childish, he had a family, he had people he could count on, that’s alone is a lot more than what many people have, He can’t take that fact for granted anymore.

He also knew your biggest wish was to be part of something like that, his biggest wish was to make you feel part of it, maybe even something more.

You shyly lace your pinky with one of his fingers, ducking away as you felt your face burning under his deep gaze, you were so appreciative of his family, of him, of his patience and dedication, to say you have a crush on the turtle was an understatement, everything the he did made your heart skip a beat, the way he would always seek out for you during hangouts, how he cared for your preferences and well being, you found yourself unable to look away when he was training, when he would laughs so care freely, when he gets lost on his interests and everything seems to slow down around the both of you. You rest your head gently over his shoulder, you know you can get lost in his eyes quickly, you bite your lip when you think of his, and how heavenly it would feel against yours.

“It’s alright..” that what you manage to come up with, it’s cheap and it’s empty, but you don’t know what else to say. “No it’s not.” He says it firmly, interlocking your fingers tightly to prove his point.

Sometimes, you swear he feels the same as you do, you swear you can catch a soft longing from him across the dinging table, across the dojo over self defense training, short glances that are filled with unspoken words, that the innocent touches are not so innocent anymore. but life has taught you not to hang on those wishes, not to have hope. It was hurtful to do so.

“why do you care?” you let a frustrated sigh out, you hate how you just asked that the moment the words left your mouth, you aren’t frustrated at him per say, more towards your feelings, at how clammy your hands feel around his, how fast your heart is beating, how you secretly hope he knows that you didn’t mean to let that question out, how much of a chicken you were, how you fought annoying daydreaming scenarios with him on daily basis and yet just wish he kissed you already.

“Because I do.” he makes you look at him again, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, and for the first time tonight, you look at him, you really look at him, how he is breathing fast, how dilated his pupils are when he looks at you, how his thumb drags temptingly over the bottom of your lips, letting out a shaky breath as he squeezes your hand one last time.

“because I just do.” His gaze is locked in yours, pleading, full of what you have denied yourself for years, telling eveything you have ever wanted without any words. He was yours, and you are his.

you finally tell yourself fuck it and kiss him.

It’s desperate, it’s passionate, it’s eveything you want and more, you drag your nails on the nape of his neck and draws him into your space, your chest hits is plastron as he grips your hips as he pins you down against the ground, the way you hook one of your leg on top of his shell drives out a moan out of him, making you arch your back, you nibble his bottom lip as you swear you gonna lose your mind.

You don’t know how long has passed, your grip on him is as strong as his as you lay beneath him, you makeout until you are both out of breath, until the anger and frustration has been worn out and you two slowly melt together, once fervent kisses turns into soft, gentle ones, until you are both looking at each other, smiling and giving pecks between giggles, translating eveything you have both been feeling towards each other

“Goddamn.” he draws a hearty laugh out of both you, the turtle rests is forehead against yours, sighing dreamily, giving you feather light kisses on your cheeks as you pull him closer.

“I care a lot about you too.” you drunkly smile to him, caressing his cheeks tenderly, “I sure hope so.” you hook your arms around his neck, laughing at his antics.

“I gotta tell you something tho.” you tilt your head curiously, he looks down at your lips, licking instinctively as you bite yours.

“you surprisingly taste like gingerbread cookies”

That makes you giggle once more.

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It’s 3 am and Idk how to finish so hopefully the end it’s not too abrupt *confetti sounds* 🎉 let me know if you guys liked it!

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notelcol · 2 months

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A spark☄️

A cute/sad Zhongli x widow story

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes🫶

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T.W: Grief

You had lived a long life, cursed not to age. Naturally you fell in love, as all creatures do at some point or other. But as the years of bliss went on, your husband moved forward, while you stayed stagnant. By the time he had become an old man, the bitterness had overtaken the bliss. As he became less mobile, you became more restless; awaiting the dread of what came next. You did not let it break you when he lost his memory, for you would remember his love for many lifetimes to come. When he died, half of you was buried with him.

Years had passed since you lost your soulmate, and you were sat in your favourite tea house. You thought of him and your heart ached, but you knew you couldn’t let his memory fade away. It was too special. You also knew that he would hate seeing you torture yourself and would scream at you to move on with your life. He had done so, many times as he aged. But you just weren’t ready.

“Ahem, excuse me miss?” A polite, yet stern voice caught your attention. You recognised his black suit, he was a regular here. Often he could be seen sitting alone for hours thinking, much like you.

“Your paper blew away and landed on my table. Please allow me to return it.” He explained himself while holding out your sheet. You couldn’t believe you didn’t even notice it flying away, granted you were rather distracted. You quickly took the paper before placing a table decoration over it as a weight, though you could have sworn you had done that upon arrival.

“Thank you! I was supposed to fill this in, but I became slightly distracted.” You chuckled, embarrassed. When he too laughed in return, you were shocked. A warmth filled your heart in a way you thought you would never feel again. That was when you realised, your late husband was behind this. You could almost guarantee that somehow from beyond the grave, he was guiding you. No, he was pushing you.

“You seem to get distracted a lot. I often see you here, watching the the harbour go by.” He gave you a teasing smile, making you melt a little. But you kept yourself together enough to reply.

“As do you it seems, if you are here enough to notice that.”

He nodded.

“Quite right. Maybe we could sit and think in the company of one another?” The way he gazed into your eyes, you couldn’t deny him. The guilt was very much present as he sat down next to you, but you could feel your husband’s spirit supporting you through the cosmos, telling you it’s okay, my love.

“You always seem so sullen and serious when you disappear into your thoughts. What plagues you?” His voice was gentle as he tilted his head in question. “If I may ask, that is.” He added on. You hesitated for a moment before deciding to open up a little. “My late husband.” You spoke quietly, as you stared into your tea.

“I understand.” His words caused your head to lift. “I too lost a great love.” He solemnly admitted. Your eyes met his golden ones.

“Do you think we will ever find the strength to love again?” Raw vulnerability filled your eyes as they held onto his gaze. His hand moved tentatively towards yours, stopping as your pinkies touched. He stared down at your hands, as his finger grazed yours before answering your question.

“I think there may be a spark of hope.”

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Part 2 below ✌️

Thank you for reading 🫶

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uyuforu · 5 months

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Jungkooks fs being famous is quite possible due to him having asteroid fama conjunct his DSC and bride asteroid.

I wanna know what you and ✌️ anon say about this.I'm really looking forward to your and ✌️ anon's post together because you guys work great as a team and you both seem very precise and on point with astrology predictions. I'm learning alot from you both. I'm a new astro boy so please dont judge me for the little guessing that i did.

Jungkook's Fama Asteroid in his Natal Chart + in his Briede Persona Chart

(idk about the gif lol)

What is the Asteroid Fama?

Asteroid Fama (408) is an asteroid discovered in 1895 by Max Wolf. It was named after the roman goddess Fama. It's used in astrology to represent fame in general. You can use it to know in what field you could be famous, and in your solar return chart, when you have more chance to blow up. It also represents rumors, lies and gossips.

-> Here, the anon is talking how it may effect on his FS as it conjunct the DSC, so I wanna talk about the Fama in his Natal but also on his BPC!

Jungkook's Fama in NC

Fama Cancer

-> Cancer Fama to me is like being born in fame. It's like always being part of Fame. JK entered the entertainment industry extremely young (12 yo), it feels a vibe of growing up in the fame. Fame is your home, your house, what you know because he literally grew up in it. It can also mean dreaming of fame since you are a child. His caring side, his nurturing side, him showing jealousy will. help him get fame. We all known how JK can be veryyyy jealous lol and it's part of his popularity, let's not lie. He is a very relatable person and this helped a lot in his fame. He feels like everyone can get along with him, he feels like he is a safe person. This is why people love him so much. He appreciates things naturally. Fama cancer also makes the person being protected more easily. Fans, Army, even other BTS members, he will also be the baby of everyone. If he shows his cute side, fame will be even more easy for him (and it did happen!) This placement may signify JK's mom wanted him to be famous.

Fama in 7H

-> His fame being in the 7H literally means contracts are important for JK. Signing the right contracts will make him blow up (literally what happened). The 7H is connected to Libra, making him famous also for his look, attractiveness, his charm. He will be known for how he looks. Or his look will help him gain fame. People can be very interested and talk a lot about his appearance. Relationships are also a big theme with the 7H. People will spread a lot or rumors about it, and talk about it often. And it can mean JK will often be known for iconic look, outfits, etc. Being married will make JK even more famous. It also means meeting a lot of love interests during fame. It also means that he naturally make people love him. Having good contacts is also a factor here.

Fama 7°

-> Beauty, charm and fashion are important factors. JK will be known for his face, his style, his fashion, his charming appearance and personality. He will give the illusion to be perfect in a sense, this is also why many people thought he was libra rising before. His Fame persona is literally full of libra placements. The 7° is also pulled but music and art. This makes the native good at making art and music and making them famous for it. Not even surprised lmao.

Fama Conjunct DC

-> SO, this placement has something to do with his FS of course. But, it also has something to do with him first. This placement is literally meaning getting married to fame. JK will never escape fame anymore. He got in very young but will always be famous. He can't go back! That's a good thing in a way he has never to be worry about if it will stop one day (and Fama also aspects his sun), but it's also a curse. It means he will never be able to have a full private life.

Jungkook's Fama in NC about his FS

Fama Conjunct (exactly) DC

-> So, Fama conjunct DC can indicate also having a famous Bride. I always felt like his FS will be famous in the future. Maybe not right now as today, but in the future. She has a lot of placements in JK's BPC that indicates fame. She is meant to be famous one day! It can also mean having a famous marriage, or being a famous married couple.

Fama Conjunct Briede Asteroid

-> Literally marriying a famous person. Bride will be famous when they will be married. JK might meet her when she is famous and marry her. It doesn't feel like she will get famous because of him. But fame might get even more significant for both once they are together.

Fama Square Venus

-> Fame might be difficult for JK generally for his love life. His love life is complicated because of his fame. It can also means a lot of gossips and rumors go around because of it. And JK suffers about that placement. It also means, related to his FS, that a lot of rumors and gossips will make his FS be the victim. She will be treated like shit by the public at first. People literally hate any girls that get close to JK, what did you expect?

Fama Semi-sextile Juno

-> A famous love! It means their love story will be famous. This part is 100% my interpretation. Love life of JK is famous, but Juno is the asteroid which represents FS, love of your life. So JK and FS's love story will be known to the public. It's like Kate and William or Brad and Jen's/ Angelina's type of love story. The kind of stories that people talked about a thousand time, everyone knows what happened.

Jungkook's Fama in his BPC

Fama Leo

-> Sooo, how many times did I tell you she is meant to be famous? A LOT. This is the n°1 indicator of fame. Michael Jackson has this placement. Fame is your destiny girl. And it also means fame will go well with her. Like she will shine even more for being famous. Her personality, her confidence, her talents, her smile, everything like that will make her famous. She might be very charming and charismatic. People talk about her easily, and she has a lot of admirers. Even without being famous, many people can have a crush on her, or people might tell her often how she is an example for them in their life. Success is easy to her, and she might attracts luck easily. You can't compete with her, she will always win! And so this placement also indicates people easily being jealous of you. But because the sun is in Cancer in JK's BPC, it might be that she is too innocent to understand why? She might not get why people are jealous of her because she has a natural carrying nature.

Fama 11H

-> High level status, big popularity among people, People around her might feel like she is popular, or she always has been popular before. She is just famous for being who she is. Friends can play along, the people she hang out with can make her famous, or she can be famous for having friends. Or once she is famous, people will say "ah yes JKFS has a lot of friends", something like that lol. She might be a bit special, unique, or something about her will make her stand out in the crowd. She might be known for being "weird", very different from others and standing to it. She is not trying to fade into the mass, and that could add to her popularity. Because Fama is in Leo, it's just natural for her to be popular wherever she goes. She just attracts people's eyes. She may belong to certain communities that make her famous too. Gaining fame on social medias is big there. She could be known for being very relatable or friendly. Or even stubborn lmao.

Fama 8°

-> Michael Jackson also has this placement lmao byyeee. 8° is connected to scorpio, so death, wealth, manifestation, enemies, secrets, jealousy, sex, etc. Many people will be jealous of her for sure. The public might hate her because she naturally attracts a lot and others might feel like she is "stealing" something from them. She might also be famous for being secretive. People will obsess with her and talk about her a lot. They might be very interested in her, and want to be part of her private life.

Fama Semi-Sextile North Node

-> Literally part of her destiny. I wanna say that fame has to do with her soul purpose in this life. Fame might help her in her duty, or it's just part of it. She won't escape this part.

Mercury Conjunct Fama

-> Speeches or voice is part of the fame. She could be famous for her voice, either it's singing or just taking. Her speeches could be famous, or she will be famous for something she said. Her expressions also. Or it can also be her knowledges in languages. This can also mean people will often talk about her. Many rumors and gossips are on its way. People will just love to gossip about her. And it means whatever she does, it's like it'll be on national news.

Sun Semi-Sextile Fama

-> Shine bright like a diamond. Literally. She'll have lights on her. It's like she was made for fame. She can handle it well. It can also mean she always dreamed to be famous. Since it's also in Leo, it can be very much a desire of hers. Or she always daydreamed about it.

Fama Semi-Sextile ASC

-> Can be famous for her appearance. I already told you before (and many others tarot readers said the same) she will be often talked about her look. People will talk about how she looks, it can be praising her look, her outfits, her make up but also talking sh*t about her. She will be famous for her beauty. Something about her looks so so good. It can also be rumors concerning her appearance (pregnancy, surgeries, etc.)

Thank you for reading!

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ratmanzhq · 3 months

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I just found your steam siblings Au and I am in love with it ! Please forgive me for the many questions I have…

1. Would they sometimes use their other element unintentionally? For example, when Kai gets mad (if Jay flirts with his sister) the water pipes break

2. In Season 4 during the tournament of elements, would Chen only require one of the twins to steal both elements ?

I can imagine that the Ninja would try to keep that a secret but Skylor would figure it out while copying Kai‘s powers

3. Will the twins one day be able to use both powers at the same time ?

4. Season 5, will Nya create this big wave like she did in the final episode of that season or will Kai save everyone (or perhaps they do it together) ?

5.When Kai loses his fire, will that also lead to him losing his and Nyas water power ? And how will that arc with Aspheera affect them both

6. Will Kai be afraid of the ocean until he becomes one with the sea ? It feels like a better conclusion of his story with his fear of the sea ? Imagine he was always afraid of it because it has always called for him. He didn’t know what he was hearing or feeling but it scared him, until he under his destiny 👀 ( Am I thinking to mich about it ?!)

If you have read through them all, thanks for that ! I love your art and the au is great. Have a nice day ✌️

Oh man oh man oh man

I'm late, buuut

I like the idea, but in the show, they have to concentrate on using their powers and don't really have accidents like that(not that I remember). But in this AU, it would be funny as hell. Like neither can cook because the water evaporites, pans too hot and burn everything and so on. Only after they master their elements can they cook.

Maybe? That or he has like half of each power and needs both of them to have full fire and water, yknow. Chen would go mad scientist on them.

Well, they would be OP if they had both powers, so maybe not. The drama and steaks would be lowered, but in certain settings, they might. Or they only can use both powers at the same time together?

That whole plot in the season would be sooo different. But I like the idea they do it together as a ☆*Family Bonging*☆ moment.

Depending on if they both have the power or they have one power that zip zap between them like tennis. But I feel like they both have the powers, they can't just use it? So Nay would have fire when Aspirah takes Kais fire and the switch their roles (Kai is water ninja/Nya is fire ninja).

I loooove the idea Kai fears the ocean and then becomes the ocean. Like, it validates his fear?? Kinda?? He loses everything when he's the ocean, even if he did it to protect his Family. But he also accepts his destiny and isn't afraid of the ocean anymore? The drama. The angst. Love it. But hearing the ocean his whole life. Now that's an idea. Like fire powers are from Spijitsu mater Uno and water is from the big ass snake. And maybe that affects them! Fire and water in them in constant conflict Ugh. Love it

Thanx my fellow rat for the qustion

#ninjago #ninjago au #steam siblings au #nya smith #ninjago kai #kai smith #ninjago nya #au

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BAD FEELING

HELLO! The lack of Haymitch content makes me wanna cry so I decided to step in. English is not my first language so please have mercy ✌️

Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

MASTERLIST

*gif not mine*

1. Bad feeling

Life in District 12 is nowhere to be great, but there are few aspects that make life easier. You can grow plants in the garden, if you have it. People are nice, mostly they threat you with kindness, even Peacekeepers. You are always nice to everyone, and nobody has been a problem. Your adoptive mother, Holly, taught you to stay out of problems and riots and focus to become a great part of the community instead. You are so grateful towards her that you would do anything to make her happy, not to mention it isn’t hard to act kind.

You are quite happy with your life. A part from the fact that you are always hungry - quite a habit, but at the age of twenty four you are strong and ready to work a lot.

You are a great babysitter for the children of the district, when the mothers have to work after the pregnancy you step in line and take care of their babies. You clean the houses of the Major, of the Peacekeepers and the Victors - which is one, by the way, but always pay in time. You want to become a teacher, but you have to wait a year or so to try the test again. You failed. Yes, big time, big tears, but you got back to work and have faith for the future.

At the age of 24 you look nice, you think. Raven hair, hazel eyes, not really tall, you are content with your physical aspect. You aren't married, though. You never had any suitors, your family being miners and you being… busy. You are gentle, but never open. To boyfriends, to new possibilities.

Oh, and you are utterly in love with the kinda-old-man you are working for. But that is just a little detail.

Life in the District is a routine, and you like it.

Yes, you are happy. The kind of happiness who leads you to sing while you are cleaning, at least until your surly boss yells at you to stop.

You were happy. Until you watched the television.

After the 74th edition of the Hunger Games everything changed in the district and, I think, in the Capitol too. For the first time in ages a girl and a boy from our home won, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. And for the first time ever, two kids. They managed to stay alive declaring their love for each other. You were really happy at first, because you have known Katniss and Peeta since they were kids. And for the food they provided with the victory too, you have to be honest. After several months, though, you can sense something is wrong. Everybody, including your boss, is nervous. Well, more nervous and skittish - and drunk - than usual. Katniss and Peeta are always around Haymitch’s house, never together - which is weird since they are supposed to be a couple - and they talk with a low voice, usually in the garden where the geese are. You stay out of the way, not wanting any of that business. You are here to clean the mess, tidy up the rowdyness he calls home and settle a way of living that’s tolerable. One time you opened the door and Capitol men were there, looking for Haymitch (who was in bed, drunk as hell). They were terrifying, and you practically hide until they were gone.

It happens in a brief moment. You are cleaning Haymitch’s house, the biggest house you’ve ever seen, and the television is on. It’s almost mandatory to watch the television during programs like these, because Snow wants every citizen to know the news. You expect to see the same statement, like every year. “And so it was decreed that, each year, the various districts of Panem would offer up, in tribute, one young man and woman to fight to the death in a pageant of honour, courage and sacrifice.”

Not this time, tho. President Snow, seated in his white luxurious chair with his devious blue eyes and white hair, pronounces these words: “This edition of the Hunger Games is the 75th Quarter Quell, a glorified year. For the 75th Hunger Games it is therefore decreed that this year the various districts of Panem will offer up, in tribute, a man and a woman from the age of eighteen to the age of thirty to fight to the death in a pageant of honour, courage and sacrifice, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol.”

From 18 to 30. And you are twenty-four.

You can barely register what you’ve seen that you feel your legs abandoning you, and you faint.

You wake up in someone's arms, confused and horrified.

«Let's get you on the couch, sweetheart.»

Haymitch. You are surprised he is sober enough to acknowledge you are there, even if not enough to catch you before the fall.

You feel so stupid. You fainted. But then again, you were sure you escaped the torture of the Hunger Games the minute you turned nineteen.

He trembles to the couch and you are so grateful for him.

Haymitch Abernathy. The man who pays you to keep his house - his life - in order and clean. The old grumpy man who sometimes makes you laugh, but most of the times shut his door because he’s too drunk to be seen by anyone, let alone a young girl. He’s never violent towards you, but you can see he is very scared of the possibility.

Six months before you were struggling with your job, wanting something more to feed your family. You were just have been rejected from the teacher test, and very sadly began to ask anyone for work. After two or three men who mentioned in hilarious tones the kind of jobs you definitely didn't want, Haymitch stepped up and just looked at you.

«How do you feel about geese?» Was the only, very odd question.

«They are fine.» You lied. You hated geese, they were filthy animals who liked to bite. But you needed a job that didn't require a lack of clothes.

And it was Haymitch, everybody knew him from the district and even if he wasn’t so beloved he was respected. A victor at fifteen, now forty one, despite his drinking problem made him look older, dark circles under his grey eyes and a weird long haircut for his dirty blonde hair. Still pretty handsome in a rough way, in a very rough way, in a “I need a shower for days and maybe a new shirt” way.

«Here's the deal: you clean my home, I'll give you money. You stay out of my way, and never wake me when I'm drunk. Understood?And I say that for you. Deal?»

«Yes sir.»

«Deal.»

Six months later you are on his couch, as pale as a ghost.

«Your geese.» you mumble. It doesn't really make sense, but the first thought is that if you are on Capitol and Haymitch is your mentor nobody will feed the birds from hell, as you lovingly call them.

«My what? I'm the one who's drunk, right?» He seems worried, in spite of his inebriation.

«Right.» You agree. You have to adjust a little. Not to mention, he is the one who can give you money, and it’s for the best if you don’t act like you lost your mind. «I was just thinking… I better go. I’ll come back later for the bottles.»

«Darling.» He stops me, just for a brief moment, without smiling. «They won’t pick you.»

You smile right back at him, but you can’t help to have a bad feeling about that.

The day of the reaping you are standing over your bad, unable to put your dress on. You clearly remember the fear of the Games, of the names, of the voice of frickin’ Effie Trinket. You were never paralysed, tho, not like this. Maybe because you were younger and reckless, maybe because something in your head always told you the name wasn’t gonna be you.

Daisy Pinecone. It wasn’t even your real name, Holly just picked it when you were little because it reminded her of a fairytale, and adoptive parents can decide their children’s names.

“You sound stupid, Daisy. There are a lot of young people in the district, it’s not gonna be you”. You immediately feel guilty about the thought, because even if it’s not you, it’s going to be your friend, colleague or school mate.

These games are so fucked up. You could never say that out loud, but this is the reality everybody thinks. If only someone could gather them together, maybe… the districts are more than the Capitol City. They provide food, minerals, Panem would starve in a week.

You shake your head, it’s nonsense. They already tried, and this is the whole point of the Hunger Games, a punishment. But it’s not unfair.

Holly helps you with the hair, making a simple braid with daisies in it, that you think it’s nearly too in brand for someone who won’t be picked, but you can’t bet against the odds, and in the worst possibility it’s great for publicity.

Holly is a wreck, but it’s always sad at this time of the year. She’s the midwife of District 12, she knows every child in this place, and every year she watches someone she loves who’s going to get murdered. Something like this led Haymitch to perpetual drunkenness.

You wish you could say a word to comfort her, but nothing comes out from your mouth. You can’t make promises. You have to thank her for everything, she literally saw you being born and then, when your mother died, she decided to adopt you.

She pats your shoulder, and you give her a brief smile.

The street to the place is full of people with nice dresses and a scared expression of their faces. You take your seat, as you realise you have weird thoughts, like that you are grateful because you don’t have a dog that could miss you, or worse, a child.

Effie Trinket is approaching in a bright pink dress, pink skin and a violet wig, and you almost feel bad for the names you called her during the previous nights. You begin to like Effie, she always smiles at you when she visits Haymitch, unlike the other people from Capitol. And right now you could swear that she’s shaking despite the smile she puts on her face. You saw her with Katniss and Peeta, the way she pats their head and caresses their cheek it’s not faking, she actually cares about them. She may be a brainwashed Capitol starlet, but she is a kind hearted one.

Haymitch arrives, drunker than usual - every year is worse, but this year it’s different, after the awards at Capitol everybody thought he would’ve act presentable - and so Katniss and Peeta.

Your heart skips a beat. “Your name is there only once”, you keep repeating to yourself.

Effie stays five minutes with her hand in the bowl, reluctant to pick a string of paper. After what it feels to be an eternity, she says a name.

No - not a name.

Your name.

#bad feeling #haymitch abernathy #haymitch x reader #hunger games #haymitch x fem!reader #thg haymitch #abernathy #fanfiction #haymitch imagine #woody harrelson

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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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Hey!! I love your work I was wondering if I could ask for some Vash comforting Reader who’s got adhd and some real shitty parents who treat them like an animal because of it? Mostly self indulgent since I’ve been dealing with that shit lately and just need some comfort but if this is out of your comfort zone then there’s no worries at all!!!! Please make sure to take care of yourself too and always remember you’re loved!!! Love and peace ✌️💕

Thank you! And I’m sorry you’ve been feeling so down, and dealing with that. I’m probably, not the best person to write this lol so I just tried to write some comfort. I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I hope you enjoy it! And you are loved too! 💙

‘And I’ll love the world, like I should’

Vash X Reader

Opening the window quietly, the night air hits your tear-stained face. And while it makes you feel a little better, but not by much. Taking a deep breath, you sneak out of the window and hit the desert sand with a soft ‘thud’.

Shoving your hands in your coat pocket, you head out into the dunes. There’s a great overhang outside of town, that you love resting at. You go there to think and just be. Kicking some rocks out of the way, you try not to think of home. But it’s painful not to, your mind randomly jumps to Vash.

It warms your heart a bit thinking of him, meeting him had been an accident. You helped him out when some bounty hunters were on his tail. After everything got sorted out, you bought him a warm meal and he was very appreciative of it.

The week or so he spent with you was one of the best ever, spending time with someone so kind made your life for the moment easier. Vash was easy to talk to and he was a good shoulder to cry on. While he helped you with your own messy emotions you also liked helping him. Your problems seemed so small in comparison to his, but he never made you feel that way.

Reaching the cliff side, you sat down on the ledge swinging your feet back and forth. You missed him, watching him leave was hard and it made returning back to your cold home even more painful. He would try to visit when he can, and you enjoyed it every time. It’s been a while now almost a month and you missed him greatly.

Moving to lay on your back, you rest your hands over your stomach and close your eyes. You figured sleeping out here was better than home, not knowing how long you’ve resting there you hear footsteps behind you.

Sitting up in slight fear you turn, you let out a soft gasp as Vash stands before you giving you a wave and a soft smile. You burst into tears, Vash lets out a confused noise and quickly reaches your side dropping to his knees before you. His hands hover only for a moment before he gathers you in his arms you resting in his lap.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head before resting his cheek on your head. Holding you carefully in his arms, “it’s okay, I’m here.” He mutters it softly to you. The tears keep coming and your hands grip his jacket like it’s a lifeline.

“Sorry.” You whisper, Vash grips your chin making you look at him, he’s looking at you so kindly it makes your heart hurt. “Don’t ever apologize for your feelings.” He pouts at you, and you smile weakly at him. You sigh leaning into him, “it’s just so hard ya know. I feel like I’m broken” You whisper, Vash presses another kiss to the top of your head and makes your heart flutter.

Vash let’s put a ‘hum’ rocking you a bit, “I know, but there’s nothing wrong with you.” More tears start to fall and you sniffle as Vash holds you closer, “you are not broken.” He says it so sternly it makes you jump, looking up and meeting his gaze you can see how serious he is.

You open your mouth to argue with him, but you're too tired. Feeling a little better, you close your eyes with a soft sigh. “Thank you, Vash, I’m glad your here.” And you mean it, you don’t ask why he is here and how long he’s staying for right now being with him like this is enough to ease your pain.

Eyes opening with a start you yelp as Vash suddenly stands your arms going around his neck. “I’m glad I’m here too, but I’m not letting you sleep out here.” You whine, “I don’t want to go home.” You admit softly, and Vash smiles at you.

“I won’t make you go back there; I got a hotel room for the night we can sleep there.” You like the sound of that resting your head in the crook of his neck you flush as you ask your next question. “Together?” With your hand on his chest, you feel his heart race.

“Yeah together.” Smiling and content you close your eyes, trusting Vash to take care of you and keep you safe.

#vash the stampede x reader #vash imgaine #vash imagines #vash x reader #vash the stampede #trigun #trigun stampede imagine #trigun stampede x reader #trigun stampede #trigun x reader

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unwanted-animal · 3 months

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Fate Makes Fools - A FirstPrince Soulmate/Omegaverse AU

Tags: Canon Divergence, AU, Soulmates, Omegaverse, Fluff, Smut, FirstPrince, RWRB Movie, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjobs, oral sex, knotting, throat knotting, knotting, breeding, vaginal sex. Henry Fpx Has a Breeding Kink, Now Alex Claremont-diaz Does Too, Lingerie

Chapter Two: Becoming (3912 words)

Moving from the rewrite here, I still hope I captured the sweetness and softness of their first time - Because the next time is going to be debauched as all hell ✌️✌️

You looked incredible in your interview tonight.

You were watching?

Of course. I miss you.

I miss you too, Henry.

There’s this charity polo match in Windsor next month that my mate Percy’s foundation organizes. I was wondering if you might want to be my guest?

Oh, uh.

I don’t know how to play polo.

Damn.

Well, I suppose that will be alright, seeing as you won’t be playing.

I will.

You’ll be watching on the sidelines.

Great! That’s probably safer for everyone.

Not that I wouldn’t mind seeing you in the uniform.

Or taking you out of it.

Alex grinned. He closed his laptop and made his way over to the bed. Dropping down onto his back, he considered how to answer. Flirting wasn’t new to him. The bond between Henry and him even made it a little easier - it gave him instincts, feelings on what Henry might enjoy. At the same time, however, an anxious little ache in his mind worried he’d push Henry away, or scare him off if he came on too strong.

Dost thy Royal Highness attempt to sext?

You are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.

Hey, I like that you take charge. I’m not complaining. Just teasing a little.

You do love to tease me.

What are you wearing right now? It’s gotta be late there, right? You’re like five hours ahead of me.

A dressing gown and little else, other than my panties.

Are they anything like the pair you left with me?

Unfortunately not. These are plain. For comfort.

You’re bad at this, you know that?

I’m trying. I promise.

Okay. Let’s try something else. What would you do if I crawled into bed with you right now?

Fill my mouth with your throbbing cock again. I enjoyed feeling full of you.

“Okay, I can work with this,” Alex muttered to himself. He licked his lips and began to type.

You’re so eager. I like that too. Did you like it when I pulled your hair?

I adored it. I wish you would have fucked my throat though. Used me properly.

Do you like being used?

I like the idea of being used by you.

I’ll remember that for Windsor.

My turn to ask a question.

Shoot.

If you could do anything to me, what would it be?

I’d wrap your thighs around my head and eat your ass.

Really? Why?

It’s perfect, and firm, and I bet it’s soft too. I think I could make you squirm. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m good with my mouth.

Oh I’ve noticed. Most people I’ve been with couldn’t find my clit if I planted a flag on it. Your experience is very much my luck.

Some time, I want to taste you without your hormones. Just Henry. I would love that.

I want to test something. Tell me if you feel anything, okay?

Yes, Alex. I will.

Alex raised his arm and stared at the purple words that glowed against his skin. He leaned in and dragged his tongue over them, letting out a soft moan. A few moments later his phone chimed.

I felt something wet and soft on my mark. What did you do?

I licked it. Holy shit, Henry. We could do so much with this.

Why do I have the feeling you’re going to make my life hell until the polo match?

Because I am, baby.

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The revelation that they could feel through their marks only made waiting harder. Henry would be in a meeting, or at the hospital visiting, or doing some dull ribbon-cutting, and he’d feel heated skin slide against his arm. Or the curve of a knot. Or a hot spatter of cum. Sometimes Alex would kiss it and Henry would melt, lost in the gentle touch of his lips.

But he gave as good as he got.

Vibrations ran along Alex’s arm as he sat in class. The teasing flick of a tongue danced up his skin. Now and then he felt the caress of satin or cotton as Henry dragged pairs of panties over his mark. His slick was the hardest to deal with. Alex swore he could smell it, the lingering memories of the dinner party making his head swim. He always found a way to excuse himself, heading for the nearest bathroom or private area to ease the desire threatening to swallow him. A quick jack off always helped. It made Alex feel the perfect amount of filthy. The sex talk with his parents didn’t exactly cover the possibilities of soulmate connections - likely because it was too much for a teenager to handle.

But he was an adult now, and fuck , it was the best discovery of his life.

The day of the polo match, Alex behaved himself until Henry was finished playing. It was hard not to stare. He looked gorgeous in his uniform. Red really suited him, far more than the monochrome suits and tuxedos he wore to other events. After leaving the field, Henry invited him to the tack shed under the guise of showing off the equipment. He followed, eager to get his hands on him. Before he could, though, Henry shoved him against the wall and kissed him. Alex groaned and kissed him back, losing himself in the warmth of his mouth. He wrapped him in his arms, pulling Henry’s body against his. Breathless, he chased Henry’s lips and walked him back toward the table. As soon as they reached it he helped Henry hop onto its surface. Their lips were never apart for more than a second, both starved for the taste of the other. After all the teasing and the texts, they needed contact - even if they had precious little time to do much.

Alex undid Henry’s pants and yanked them down his hips, bringing his panties with them. He dropped to his knees and Henry grabbed his dark curls, gripping him tight as he swung his thighs over Alex’s shoulders. With no ceremony whatsoever Alex buried his face between his cheeks. Henry gasped as his tongue slid over his muscle, squeezing his thighs against Alex’s head. He tilted his hips forward to give Alex better access, head falling back in pleasure. Henry fucked himself on Alex’s face, letting out breathless noises as he worked his tongue inside him. Alex loved the way he tasted; clean and coppery, with the faintest salt of his sweat from riding in the heat. He loosed a needy growl, sucking at his hole while his tongue curled inside him.

“Mmn! Alex!”

Hearing him come undone was exhilarating, and Alex loved it. He focused on Henry’s pleasure, ignoring the heat that pooled in his stomach. He nuzzled against his cheek, breath hot against Henry’s skin. Alex ate his perfect ass until his jaw and tongue began to ache.

Henry tried to warn him, but he couldn’t speak fast enough. He came, squirting slick onto Alex’s hair and face as his thighs clenched against him. Alex kept eating him through his orgasm, until he was a wet, trembling mess begging him to stop.

“We’ll get caught ,” Henry panted, pushing Alex away. “Come on! Let me get dressed!”

Alex grinned and bit his thigh as he finally pulled back.

“Yes, your Royal Highness. I suppose I can let you rest…”

As they left the tack room, walking beside one another, Henry glanced over at Alex.

“Are you hungry?”

Alex smirked and continued walking.

“I could eat,” he teased.

Henry grinned and matched his pace. Alex was incorrigible - and he adored him.

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Come to Paris with me.

Paris? What’s the occasion?

A vacation, of sorts. I saw you had no upcoming appearances, and I have a free week…

You know my schedule now?

Amy informed me. I asked very nicely.

I’m sure you did.

Yes, I’ll come to Paris with you.

It wasn’t a request.

But good.

Oh? Was it an order , your royal highness?

Of course it was. Your mum may outrank mine, but I outrank you .

You pulling rank is pretty hot.

I’ll see you tomorrow evening, Alex. Wear something without too many buttons.

Alex received an email from Henry with the hotel information, cc’d to Shaan and Amy so they could organize defenses. He chuckled and replied to the whole chain with a kissy face and an eggplant emoji. They already knew about his and Henry’s fling, after all - he could have some fun teasing them.

Fling . It didn’t feel right to call it that. For soulmates bonding was all part of the process, but he felt pulled toward Henry with a constant, consistent force. He occupied Alex’s thoughts, his dreams, his fantasies. Every day apart from him was torture. They stole time where they could, but nothing as long as the week Henry had suggested. It would be their first time together without having to rush since the dinner. No prying eyes, no cameras, just privacy. Time to explore their connection.

Time to explore each other .

He wasted no time in packing his luggage and getting on a flight, eagerly awaiting meeting up with Henry.

Paris glittered like a jewel before him. Alex stared out the window with a drink in his hand, admiring the view. Their room was situated so the Eiffel Tower dominated the landscape, bright and golden against the dark sky. It was beautiful. Breathtaking. A sight he knew he’d never get used to.

The door opened and closed quietly behind him. Henry, joining him at last. He could smell his cologne from across the room. His cologne, and something else. Henry smelled different . The usual hormones that dulled his scent and allowed him to pass as a Beta seemed less present. Before he could turn toward him, Henry was at his back, sliding a hand between his shoulder blades.

“I think we should make love tonight,” Henry said gently, resting his chin on Alex’s shoulder.

“… Oh,” Alex replied, brows raised. “I, I mean. Yeah.” Fuck, he sounded like an idiot.

“I’m down.”

He chuckled softly, nerves getting the better of him. He wanted this, he wanted Henry , that was the whole point of their vacation. Still, it was uncharted territory for him. Would being soulmates make the sex different? Why did Henry smell different?

Alex wasn’t a virgin. He slept around, everyone knew that. He always kept things casual, though, and this… What he shared with Henry ran far deeper than a casual tryst. He found himself anxious - and babbling.

“I mean, who says ‘make love’ anymore? Are we gonna, like, listen to Lana Del Rey when we do it?”

“Alright, alright,” Henry laughed, letting him get it out of his system. He kissed Alex, cutting off the free-flowing thoughts with a show of tenderness.

“Mmn, it’s just - this is different,” Alex said the moment their lips parted. “You’re different . If we do this… If we make love, you may never get rid of me.”

“… Maybe I don’t want to be rid of you.”

Henry took his hand, meeting his gaze. They stood there in silence, just looking at one another, letting their breaths fall into sync.

“You smell different.”

“I’m not taking my hormones,” Henry replied, a small smirk spreading across his lips. “Surprise. In a few days’ time, I’ll have my first full heat in, oh, over a decade? And you, darling, can do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh my God,” Alex groaned. He dropped his head onto Henry’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m so not playing this cool right now. That sounds incredible, Henry, holy shit.”

Henry rubbed his shoulders, still grinning.

“I thought you might enjoy that. And that isn’t the only treat I’ve prepared for you.”

Alex turned his head into Henry’s neck to speak.

“It’s not?”

“Of course not. If I’m to win you over, I need to put in an effort, don’t I?”

“What about me?”

“I’ve been yours for years already. You should have noticed.”

“When did you start to…”

“Fancy you?” Henry asked. “Melbourne Climate Conference. First night party.”

“Really? I thought you hated me.”

“I hated how good you looked.”

Alex raised his head and smiled.

“Wow. You had a lot going on that night.”

“Shut up and unwrap your present,” Henry teased, pushing him away. He took several steps back and waited for Alex to approach.

“Start with my jacket.”

Piece by piece, button by button, Alex stripped Henry of his layers. His broad hands slid along his skin at every opportunity. He laughed and kissed Henry, pulling him close by the waist.

“How much do I need to unwrap?”

“All of it. Every piece, until… You’ll know where to stop,” Henry answered.

Alex draped his jacket and shirt over the nearby chair and knelt down to undo his fly. He unbuttoned his pants and drew the zipper down, sliding the fabric down his thighs.

A surprised little grunt slipped from his throat at the sight that greeted him.

Henry wore a harness of pearls that glimmered when he shifted. Connected to soft leather straps that hugged his hips, one strand ran between his lips and cheeks. Two other strands hung stylishly over his thighs. Alex growled and peered up at him, dark eyes blown black with lust.

“What is this?” He whispered.

“Your present, darling,” Henry purred in response. “Hand-made by the finest and most discreet jeweler in London, with the assistance of a hobbyist leatherworker I know. Do you like it?”

Alex took hold of one of the pearls and pulled , watching it rub against Henry’s clit. Henry grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back.

“Did I give you permission to touch me yet?”

He licked his lips and stared up at Henry.

“Do I need your permission? You said it was my treat.”

“Of course you do. Ask me nicely.”

“May I please touch you, your royal highness?”

Henry pretended to consider his request, scrunching up his nose.

“Well… alright, darling. You may touch.”

He still gripped Alex’s hair, keeping him from using his wicked tongue on him - at least at that moment. Alex took hold of the pearls once more and pulled them up between his lips, rubbing the beads against his nerves again. They were already slick, Henry’s body wetter than usual without the hormones to hold it back. He was more sensitive, too, from the way his thighs trembled. He tilted his hips, rocking with the strands, rutting his pussy against them as Alex watched. The muscles in his stomach tensed and flexed as he moved, shadows catching the curves and giving them a deeper cast. His lips were parted as he stared down at Alex, plump and inviting. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful, not in his entire life.

“You are… incredible,” Alex breathed. “I want to taste you next. Please, Henry?”

“Mmn, not yet. You can, you can taste me after you fill me,” Henry chuckled, his cheeks flushed. “When the pearls are an absolute mess. I expect you to suck every single bead clean.”

“Oh, of course, sir,” Alex replied, grinning up at him. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

“Now, I want you naked too. We can leave these on, but I want to savor this. Promise me you’ll go slow?”

“Of course,” Alex assured him. “Yeah. Yeah, I can go slow.”

He pressed a lingering kiss to Henry’s pelvis before standing. As Henry watched, dressed in only his pearls, he stripped his clothes and tossed them on the growing pile on the chair. Bare before him, he closed the distance between them. Henry reached out and guided his soft fingers along Alex’s strong arm, tracing the prominent veins that snaked beneath his skin. His eyes trailed along Alex’s body, and Alex couldn’t help the shiver that jolted down his spine. It was as if he was pinned in place, a specimen for Henry to inspect and study. The thought thrilled him to his very core. He looked at Henry through his long, thick lashes, smiling. Henry smiled back, his own eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

Their gazes lingered for a moment before they couldn’t stand being apart any longer. Alex kissed him, guiding him back toward the bed. They fell onto the mattress laughing. He slid over Henry, his body hot and heavy. Henry’s smile shone up at him, his eyes glimmering. They kissed again, slow and deep and hungry . Neither was a blushing virgin, but this was a step they could not come back from. A soulmate’s bond was stronger than that of an Alpha and their mate. Would things change between them? Would the world see them differently?

As they savored the lips of one another, Alex reached down and slipped the string of pearls to the side. Henry placed a hand on the small of his back and pushed , urging him forward. Henry’s control made Alex weak. He didn’t hesitate. Shifting his hips, Alex guided his aching cock to Henry’s cunt. He slipped inside slowly. Henry exhaled as his body adjusted to the size of Alex, stretched and swallowing him inch by inch. Alex let out a soft gasp as he buried his cock in him. He took him well, easier than expected, right to the very hilt. A small bulge on his pelvis hinted at just how full Henry really was.

“Fuck…” Alex purred. “You… Mmn.”

“I what?”

“You feel exquisite . Like you were made for me.”

“… I was,” Henry whispered. “I’ve been yours since the day I was born.”

It was true; fate decided for them long ago that they were perfect together.

“Tell me when to move, baby.”

Baby . Henry’s heart raced at the simple term.

“Now. Make love to me, Alex. Make me yours.”

Alex slid a hand up Henry’s thigh, pushing them forward and hooking them over his hips. He rolled his body, muscles taut and controlled as he drew back and filled Henry again. Steady. Slow. Nuzzling their noses together, Alex’s lips parted in pleasure as the wet heat of Henry’s pussy enveloped his length. Henry moaned and rocked with him, squeezing his hips tight with his thighs. Their breathing synced. Their hearts beat in the same rhythm. Ecstasy flowed between them; they could feel the other’s pleasure as easily as breathing. The sensation was nearly overwhelming. Sweat rolled down their skin. Alex fucked him slow and deep, gazing into Henry’s eyes. It felt right. They felt right. Their bodies and souls were becoming one, melting together with a blur. Every moment of their lives led them there, to fingers laced with each other, to the hushed breaths shared between them. Gasping, Henry placed a hand over his pelvis. Each thrust raised the bulge, and when he pressed against it his vision went white. His head swam, a strangled sob of pleasure slipping from his throat.

“Baby?” Alex asked, slowing his hips. “You okay?”

“Don’t. Don’t stop,” Henry managed to mumble. “Alex. Love. I need you to keep going.”

Alex claimed his mouth once more, nipping at his lips as he fucked him gently. Their bodies came together again and again, trembling as they released months of pent-up lust. Alex’s long lashes caressed Henry’s cheek as he dropped his head. His gaze was too intense, too open - Alex could get lost in Henry’s eyes and damn the world around them. Henry smiled and kissed his temple. Alex’s key dangled between them, swaying with the rhythm of their bodies. Light flashed off its surface, glimmering between them like a beacon. It was all too much, too perfect. Alex wouldn’t be able to hold back for too much longer. His hips stuttered in their rhythm as heat built in his gut.

“Henry…”

Henry could sense Alex’s orgasm approaching. He carded his fingers through Alex’s dark hair, keeping his head close. With one careful adjustment he turned Alex’s head so his voice could reach his ear.

“ Breed me, love,” he whispered. “Breed your mate like a good Alpha should.”

“F-Fuck,” Alex gasped. “Fuck, baby -“

Those words pushed him over the edge. He forced his cock into the hilt as his knot swelled, spilling thick seed inside of Henry’s cunt. He kept pumping, urged by some dark biological need, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Henry clenched and pulsed around him as he came, his slick blocked by the swollen knot stretched inside him. Alex peppered his face with gentle kisses, smiling at him as if he were the sun itself. Henry was perfect, a mixture of demure and demanding that drove Alex wild.

And he was his. All his.

They lay together beneath the sheets, limbs tangled, bodies pressed close together. Henry ran his fingers along Alex’s skin, tracing from freckle to freckle with lazy caresses.

“Do you feel any different?” he asked.

“Mmn. I feel… whole,” Alex replied. “Complete in a way I’ve never felt before.”

“I do as well. There’s a warmth in my heart that radiates outward, filling me with light, that I never experienced before I met you.”

“Like you said, baby - we were made for each other,” he chuckled, nuzzling Henry. “This is right. There’s no one for me who could compare to you.”

“… Promise?”

Alex cocked his head.

“Yeah. Henry, I promise. I want to be with you. ”

“We may not be able to live together. You have your duties, I have mine… it will be difficult at times.”

“Anything worth having is.”

Henry smiled at Alex, and Alex pressed chaste kisses to the freckles framing his lips.

“How long until your heat? You said a couple of days?”

Smirking, Henry grabbed a pillow and smacked it against Alex’s arm.

“You are a horndog ,” he laughed.

“Hey, you knew that coming into this,” Alex teased, trying to grab it away from him. “I’ve been very open about wanting to fuck you.”

“You just did!”

“No, baby. That wasn’t fucking. You’ll get to enjoy that when your heat starts.”

“Oh, is there a difference with you?”

Alex pulled Henry on top of him, still grinning.

“You wanna know?”

“The anticipation is killing me, yes.”

“C’mere. Lean your ear in close.”

Henry did just that, turning his head so he could hear Alex better.

“Making love is slow, and soft, and tender,” Alex whispered. “When I fuck you, dear Henry, you won’t be able to walk afterwards. Your pussy will ache, these sheets will be ruined, and you will beg me to do it again.”

Henry shivered and buried his face in Alex’s chest.

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

“I won’t beg,” came the muffled reply. “Princes don’t beg . Besides,” Henry added, raising his head again. “I don’t think you can do it.”

“What, fuck you?”

“Mhm. You’re just going to have to prove it. Now. My darling. I believe you have a mess to clean up?”

Alex licked his lips.

“I do. You’re absolutely right. Come here, baby. Why don’t you sit on my face and I’ll get to work?”

Henry scooted onto his knees and moved forward, slowly lowering himself over Alex’s head. He straddled his face and rolled his hips, teasing Alex for a few moments before finally pressing all the way down.

“Mmn… this is the only throne I need,” he said with a smirk. “Get to work. I want the pearls to shine when you’re done.”

Alex began to lick them - and Henry - clean, half-hard and eager to coax those sweet little sounds from his prince.

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