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#ok in reality she said one thing to him and then smiled BUT i’ll take what i can get
coffeerecords · 7 months
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RARE VISIT | itoshi rin.
➾ in which he wants to be something more, even if it means breaking out of his character
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wordcount: 1.4k+ | genre: fluff, suggestive | pairing: rin x fem!reader | rating: 18+ | tw: mild violence (if you squint), things got a little heated up, swearings | others: can we be more than friends??? trope, reader is older than rin, she/her pronouns used for reader.
AUTHOR’S NOTE. happy birthday to our resident emo boy!
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Rin [11:27 PM]: May I come over?
You blink at the text message before rubbing your eyes in case you misread the message and the sender. Brows furrowing, you begin to mull. Strange… Is tomorrow, perhaps… The end of the world?
Rin [11:28 PM]: Please…?
Maybe you should order your favourite dumplings as well, just in case, if indeed, the world is coming to an end.
You [11:29 PM]: Sure… Have u eaten anything yet? I can order us a late-night snack.
Rin [11:29 PM]: What do you want to eat?
You [11:29 PM]: Dumplings!
Rin [11:30 PM]: Ok. I’ll buy that on the way. Wait for me.
Since when does that stoic boy know how to say those things? You swear you don’t hear any of those lines being spoken aside in sappy dramas.
It takes another hour before your doorbell rings. Opening the door, Rin stands with one hand carrying your favourite food. You catch the troubled look on his face before it melts into nothing but something else when his teal eyes meet yours.
“Ah, what a handsome delivery boy we have here,” you tease as he rolls his eyes, a smile still on his face. After shutting the door behind him, you make a beeline towards the kitchen and unpack the paper bag Rin brought.
As you’re about to open the sauce packets, a pair of arms wrap themselves around you, drawing you into an embrace. Rin snuggles his head into the crook of your neck when you ask, “Do you think the world is ending tomorrow?”
Surprised at your sudden question, he lifts up his head, brows furrowing in confusion. His expression clearly says, What the fuck?
You turn to face him. “Look, you never ask to come here. It’s either I invite you or you don’t come at all.”
Pink dusts his cheeks as his teal gaze shifts away. Rin mutters, “It’s nothing. I just wanted to see you.”
You blink and gape. Itoshi Rin is being… Honest with his feelings??? Something’s not clicking—
“You’re… Okay, let me ask you something. What was the first thing I said to you when we first met?”
He turns his gaze to you again. “You threatened to pluck all my bottom lashes if I don’t cooperate.”
Ah. Hard facts.
“Oh, it’s you…” You sigh in relief, reaching up and patting his head (which you can barely do). “I thought you were replaced by a doppelgänger or an alien.”
He grabs your hand on his head and interlaces your fingers together. “Where the hell did you even get that idea?”
“Hey, it’s a possibility. You can be possessed by a ghost too. So, I’d have to check. I don’t know if they could perform urgent exorcism around here—” He pokes your stomach, earning a yelp from you. “What’s that for?!”
“To snap you back into reality from all those bullshit in your head. And come to think of it, that wasn’t a nice way to introduce yourself to someone you first met…”
“Huh? You literally glared at me when I first approached you. I could tell that if I greet you normally, you would just tell me to get lost. Unlike Yoichi-kun who welcomed me with a pleasant smile.”
Rin’s eye twitches at the mention of his friend, no, ex-teammates’ name. And he’s about to deny when you continue, “But at least my threat made you cooperate with me, and lo and behold—“ you throw your hands on his shoulders. “—here you are, in my arms. Aren’t you grateful?”
Rin pouts almost petulantly and lifts you to sit on the kitchen counter. “Do you still like me?”
The sudden change of subject throws you in for a loop, but you still answer him. “Yeah, I like you, Rin-chan.”
He seems preoccupied suddenly, mulling over something before he lets out, “Like… Like me…?”
You chuckle softly. “Yeah, I like like you, Rin.”
Sighing in relief, his arms around you tighten as he snuggles his head back onto the crook of your neck. Despite his calm and stoic exterior, little do you know his turbulent mind has finally grown calmer by the second he’s close to you.
Earlier during practice, Ryusei Shidou was there and being his usually pesky self. Rin had decided to ignore the insect and focus on training when that damned five-minute break happened.
“Who’s that chick that’s been going around the arena?” Insect questioned.
“Huh? Y/N-san?” Zantetsu dumbly answered, giving away your name to the insect.
“Her name’s Y/N?” Shidou whistled. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”
“She’s been doing research on soccer equipments and gears,” Zantetsu dumbly continued to explain.
“Oh? Has anyone scored her yet?” Shidou grinned.
And hell broke loose on the field after the break.
Rin scored aggressively and won two yellow cards for tripping and shoving the insect. But he’d worn that proudly if it meant to keep the insect away from you.
“Rin?” You stare at him questioningly. “What’s on your mind?”
His clutch on your hips tightens as he leans to your ear, “Can I mark you?”
Surprised at his request, you push him away in embarrassment. “W-What’s gotten into you?”
Rin closes the distance between you again. “Please?”
You pull away to widen the distance between the two of you. “Rin… We’re not… In a relationship, you know that.”
“Then let’s be in one…” He whispers, still not letting go. “I know you have your reasons but will you let me prove how good we are together?”
He lets you think for a while, eyes training on his chest or his heart, and Rin swears you can burn a hole through him with your concentration.
His heart starts pounding against his chest as he, too, feels the nerves at the possibility of you rejecting him.
“One month…” you mutter. “it’s a probationary period… That or none at all.”
Rin nods, satisfied. “I’ll take it. Can I kiss you?”
You place a pointer finger on his lips. “Something tells me something happened during practice earlier?”
Rin grunts. “I don’t want to think about it.”
“You got two yellow cards for one game, Rin-chan.” You push his bangs away. “Wanna tell me what happened?”
He shakes his head again, embarrassed at how he lost it when it comes to you.
You pinch his chin and peck his lips. “Now will you tell me?”
Rin blinks before shaking his head again.
“Fine then, if I kiss you properly will you tell me?”
He ponders for a while. “Kiss me first. We’ll see next.”
You playfully roll your eyes before sealing his lips with yours. Rin sighs into the kiss, leaning forward to press his whole body against yours (if that’s even possible). Your fingers play with the hair on his nape while keeping him close to you.
Pulling away a bit, Rin hisses as if he’s in pain (he’s not, he’s just losing it). “Fuck…” Then, without another word, he cups your jaw and places his lips on yours again, swiping his tongue on your bottom lip. You easily give him entrance as your hand fists his shirt.
Gradually, Rin moves to litter kisses across your jaw and to your exposed shoulder from your oversized shirt slipping. He kisses everywhere he can. When he reaches a certain spot on your neck, he freezes.
You clamp your mouth in embarrassment.
“Again.” Rin demands. “I want hear you again.”
He noses your neck and kisses the spot below your ear before trailing lower until he draws out pretty moans from you.
“A-Ah…” you breathe out, tilting your head as he stops on one spot near the shoulder to nibble on your skin till a purple flower blooms.
Rin pants heavily as he resists the urge to go further when you thread your fingers through his hair while his forehead leans on your marked shoulder.
“That insect will never go near you,” Rin states when his mind clears.
“Insect?”
“Mmm… Insect,” Rin looks at you in the eye. “Feel free to swat him away if he comes close to you.”
“Ah, so someone has been asking about me?” You grin, putting the pieces together. “Is that what got you all worked up?” Your hands rub his back tenderly.
“S-shut up,” he pouts, nuzzling his face on your shoulder. “I’m your boyfriend now.”
“Intern boyfriend,” you clarify. “We’ll see how things go first.”
“Yeah, I’m your boyfriend…”
You sigh with a smile before your gaze falls on your dumplings. “I guess it’s not the end of the world…”
Rin (who is still clinging to you) snorts. “What gave you that idea in the first place?”
“Oh, I don’t know…. Someone who claimed himself to never seek affection and all, suddenly came to my house.”
Rin hums in amusement. “It’s someone’s fault anyway.”
“How am I too blame?”
“You’re too pretty.”
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, resisting the urge to flick him on the forehead. “And your damn lines too. Are you watching a romantic horror film or something?”
“Nope. Just voicing out my thoughts.”
You squish his cheeks. “Okay, baby. Now, will you let me eat my dumplings?”
Rin’s eyes brighten at the mention of the pet name from you. “Will you call me that again?”
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trashogram · 25 days
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He Chose You (Pt. 6)
Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer wants you to be the Mother of his child. Rated E bc Explicit.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9
((This one fought me so hard, I just wanna get it out there and I’ll proof-read it later I’m sorry.))
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The first time didn’t take, as you’d come to learn 3 days post-coitus with the Devil. It had left you bereft, not exactly disappointed but also not certain if you should go out and buy 150% proof alcohol to mark the occasion. 
You settled for enough wine to dull your senses before sending a text with your Hellphone. The fact that inter-dimensional phone lines were possible was simply added to the list of not-even-gonna-think-about-it of things that came with your new reality. 
A blood-curdling shriek from your pocket made you curse as you dove for it. 
“Hey.” 
“Hey-yy!” Lucifer responded cheerfully before clearing his throat. “So it um… it didn’t work?” 
“Unless being pregnant with hellspawn looks and feels exactly like my time of the month, no. It didn’t.” You said. 
He sighed on the other end, air blowing through the receiver and fucking up already poor reception. “Okay. Shit. Well, maybe we can work something else out—”
“I’ll just text you when it’s over and we can try again.” You replied as you leaned back against your headboard. 
“You-you wanna try again?” Lucifer’s surprise made your eyes roll.
“Yeah, just give me a couple days.” You’d felt a wave of fatigue crashing over you.
Suddenly you were boneless, barely able to even hold the phone up to your ear. Lucifer’s hesitant delight barely registered yet you could imagine him behind closed eyelids, smiling crookedly with those ivory fangs. 
“Y-I-uh, ok great! That works for me if it works for you!” He practically shouted. “Do you need anything in the meantime?”
“‘Mmmmffh, a nap.” Lucidity snapped back for a moment as you eyed the phone in your peripheral. “Also please don’t call or text me. I’m gonna throw this thing out the window if I have to hear someone screaming bloody murder one more time.” 
Lucifer being startled by the ringing of his Hellphone wasn’t at all peculiar. 
However — 
The sound of a love song, though tinny and compartmentalized to the King of Hell’s coat pocket, made Asmodeus perk up. 
He glanced down to see his diminutive brother rush for the device like his life depended on it. It was easy to feign polite indifference as Lucifer excused himself from the cafe table for a moment, but by the time the King had returned, Asmodeus was leaning forward expectantly. 
“That’s new.” He said. 
Lucifer looked up wildly, as if he’d been caught snatching aphrodisiacs from Ozzie’s own stores.
       “Huh, wha? What’s new?” He laughed off the embarrassment, re-taking his seat.
Asmodeous sipped from his teacup, clocking the many idiosyncrasies Lucifer displayed.
       He was flustered, still gripping the phone between his claws, and had perched on the edge of his seat so that he could bounce a leg against the ground. 
“Love songs aren’t your usual style, babe.” The Prince spoke casually, but his eyes were bright.
It was delightful to see Lucifer stiffen as soon as he realized what his companion referred to. One of the best about the short King was how easy he was to tease, if you asked the Embodiment of Lust himself. 
        “Didn’t know you were finally getting out there, Louie.” Ozzie teased. “Were you gonna keep it a secret? Even from me?”
“Oh n— out there? Me?! Ha! No!” Lucifer shook his hand fiercely. “I’m not — it’s not like that! We’re not dating! I mean, some might see it like that but a lot of others wouldn’t! She wouldn’t… probably!  It’s, ya see, actually — I — ahem, ah…” 
His embarrassment grew into something stranger, more conflicted and melancholy. The teasing smirk on Asmodeus’s face flattened. 
“It’s complicated.” He finished, looking down at his phone as if it were the sole reason for his sudden misery. 
Ozzie wasn't soft on many (in fact he’d argue that being hard was his speciality) but his brother was one of the few. 
The much larger Sin rested a hand against Lucifer’s back. “You wanna talk about it?”
The days that followed blurred together, monotony of aches and pains broken only by an insatiable libido. It was as if the promise of sex after this, however unfulfilling it might be, was the only thing keeping you alive. 
Lucifer’s bizarre consideration held up over that time, surprising you enough that when it was time to give him a ring, you weren’t as dread-filled as you could’ve been. 
        He did, however, arrive in your home via furnace suspiciously quickly upon making contact with you again. His normally pristine suit and and impeccably coiffed hair were ruffled and singed, like he’d made a mad dash to get to you. 
“Hell-Oh!” Lucifer had practically squeaked as you dragged him out by the lapels. 
You’re so pent up that it’s hardly a surprise when you find yourself sitting on his lap, having manhandled the short King onto your couch. 
His cold, smooth skin was still alien, but you powered through the initial aversion to chase after that zing that came with kissing him. It was addictive, even with the fear of being cut by his sharp teeth in the back of your mind. 
Despite yourself, you took a second to break away and breathe. 
Beneath you, Lucifer was positively flushed. His shiny, wet lips were parted in wordless awe, and eyes glazed over in his daze. 
“Fuck.” He croaked. 
You smirked, gripping onto the blond hair that had already been mussed and abused by overeager hands. Pointedly, you slid back and forth on his trembling lap. There was no way to ignore the hardness at his inner thigh. 
The first drag of his cock against your walls made you shudder, arching as your head fell back. 
Lucifer whined in his seat, claws digging into the plush of your thighs. The pain heightened the feeling of being stabbed twice, making your lower belly tremble. 
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fffffff —” His cries were so good, you couldn’t stop from grinding down onto him. “You feel so good. So. Good. You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart. I can't.”
“That’s ok.” You slurred, hands coming up to wrap loosely around his neck. “We can work on that.” 
Lucifer opened his mouth, but you were already planting kisses against the corner of lips mouth, his cherry-spotted cheeks, the line of his jaw and the pulse beneath his ear.
Your hands were focused on exploring the planes of Lucifer’s chest and shoulders. He wasn’t muscular — or tall, obviously, but the lithe body intertwined with yours was more than easy on the eyes. 
“You can touch.” It was hardly fair that yours were the only hands busy. The ruler of Hell was flat beneath you, artificial light from your bedroom lamp casting shadows on his marble chest. 
Lucifer’s mulberry-dappled lids remained low, highlighting the yellow glow of his eyes. His claws slid up your hips, reverently tracing your frame as you bounced lightly. 
“If you insist, princess.” 
He was more coy after the first few rounds, an easier grin sliding across his face. The trembling touches against your breasts spoke of the still-nervous creature you’d first been introduced to.
Daylight was waning again when you found knelt, back pressed against Lucifer’s chest. He fucked into you wildly, teeth pressed into your bare shoulder. 
The thought of him biting into you didn’t sound so frightful anymore. In fact the image set butterflies off in your stomach. 
That and the way he held you close, wrapped vice-like around you like a boa constrictor. 
“No baby, don’t go yet!” When you squirmed, Lucifer nuzzled into the side of your neck, breathing heavy. “Just like this. Please, baby.”
He pleaded into your neck, grip tightening to where you couldn’t breathe. 
— 
“Here.” You guided his hand, settling it between your legs. 
Lucifer’s thrusts had grown shallow and uneven, but hadn’t quite stopped. He seemed entranced, watching as you positioned his thumb over the bundle of nerves just above where you two were joined. 
“Gently. Watch your claws.” You murmured along with your hands-on teaching. 
When you felt he’d gotten the message, you sighed and concentrated on the circular motion against your clit. Lucifer remained attentive, moving clockwise as the pace he’d started before picked up again. 
In moments you tensed, pleasure sparking along your pubic bone. It built up as your eyes closed, head tipped back as you let yourself enjoy the pressure both inside and out. Your hips jerked upward of their own accord, core trembling and cunt spasming. 
Your partner whimpered at the new intensity, which only egged you on. Before you knew it, you two were rocking into a chaotic rhythm. 
With slit eyes, you saw Lucifer looking down at you, flustered yet rapt over your every little response.
“Yeah?” He asked breathlessly. 
You nodded. “Mm-hm.”
It was difficult. You could feel the tension in your belly contracting, the heat and pressure building against your clit. The feeling was mounting to where you couldn’t help your keens, your moans, your whimpers. 
It ended with a choked sigh. You arched from the bed, head falling back as you let your legs tremble and shake around him. The convulsions pulled the Devil in deeper, and the feel of him was enough to make your eyes roll back in your skull beneath fluttering eyelids. Another gush came at the thought of being so full you could feel it in your stomach. 
          Lucifer watched. His face was nearly as red as the apple that adorned his hat, knocked off of your bedside table. He had the expression of someone seeing a falling star for the first time. Stunned, eyes gleaming, unable to comprehend something despite how beautiful it was.  
The former Angel lowered himself to capture your mouth with his own. He pressed luxuriant kisses to your lips, all while his hips stuttered between your thighs until he was humping into you, refusing to separate skin from skin. 
His release was coupled with a heated groan, muffled by the slide of your tongue against his. You were glowing inside out, warmth blooming in your core as you held onto Lucifer tightly. 
— 
The woman had invited you up into her tree. It was a different tree from the last, not bearing any fruit but lush with green needles and strong boughs that wouldn’t break. 
She looks over her shoulder at you cheekily. “Aren’t you glad you decided to join me?”
You playfully scoff and roll your eyes. “You don’t need to be so smug about it.” 
“Oh I think I do.” The blonde tilted in your direction, arms coming to wrap around you. “I won.”
You stay that way, watching the nettles shake in the passing breeze. 
“Everyone loves a winner.” She says at your side.
You frown. “I love you no matter what.” 
The woman sighs. 
“You might not always.” 
Light humming woke you from your doze, along with the repeated motion of something against your cheek. 
It wasn’t until you’d opened your eyes that you realized it was Lucifer humming and caressing your cheek tenderly. He was nose(less) to nose with you, seemingly admiring your face slackened with sleep. 
“What’s that from?” You rasped. 
“Hmm?” The King stroked an errant hair behind your ear. 
“It’s a movie.” You continued, repeating the notes in your head. “Right? It’s from a musical…”
“You like musicals?” Lucifer asked, seemingly surprised. Fangs poked out of his close-lipped smile, and he looked goofier than ever before. 
You copied him, helpless to how silly he made everything. “What’s not to like?”
The lightbulb went off. “Oh! Cabaret. That’s where it’s from.” 
“Yeah!” Lucifer moved even closer, the flat of his face pressing against your nose as he nuzzled you for guessing the right answer. “It’s kinda old, isn’t it? How’d you guess?”
“Psh, you think my threshold for pop culture is only as long as the last ten years?” You teased, arm skating down his side so that you could pinch his behind. 
“Hey!”
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traveler-at-heart · 2 months
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Love Language
Summary: Natasha and you share a secret language. Just a short drabble!
Russian, English, Chinese, French, German are some of the languages listed on Natasha’s file.
But there was another one, hidden in plain sight, that apparently only you could understand.
It was the little things, the silences, the requests that weren’t verbalized. Only statements about her day, or apparent offerings that hid a need of her own.
Like certain mornings, when you greeted her in the kitchen and asked if she had breakfast yet.
“I’m not hungry”
“That won’t do” you’d answer like clockwork, reciting all the things you could do that you knew she liked. Omelette, sandwich, pancakes.
“Pancakes are fine” she’d shrug her shoulders, but would leave the plate clean. Then, she’d approach you as you did the dishes and muttered a quiet thank you.
An invitation to play games (anything, from chess to cards or Mario Kart) would be followed by a suggestion that since she’d won, the least Natasha could do was take you to dinner.
So you spent the night in one of the restaurants you both liked. Picking a place was easy; you listed the places and Natasha would interrupt you when you got to the one she wanted.
“That one was nice last time”
There are times when you’d sit in the dinning table, while she reads the paper. The entertainment section is conveniently on your side, and you grab it to read the titles of the movies showing in the old cinema downtown.
“Haven’t seen that one yet” she’d comment after you get to the right one.
Movie nights were your thing, and you always paid for the tickets and anything she wanted from the candy store.
“The movie was good” she’d say. “I’ll pick next time”
As if it hadn’t been her choice in the first place.
“Sure, Nat” you always answered, amused.
Back from missions, she always sat next to you on the Quinjet, asking if you could check for injuries she might have missed.
“Now you” she’d say. It was her way of checking that you were ok, without having to seem too concerned. You smiled as she grumbled, displeased when she saw a little bruise or open skin, her hands lingering as she cleaned the wounds.
To anyone else, it may seem frustrating. To you, it was beautiful to experience Natasha’s love language. Asking for help, seeking your company, were signs that she could and wanted to be vulnerable. To you, it was a privilege.
You could have done it forever, in all honesty.
Until one night, when a mission went sideways. Everyone was shooting, blowing up walls and trying to stay alive.
You ran from one room to the next, looking for Pietro as his comms weren’t working.
“Hey, wrap this up, kiddo” you screamed, shooting at the people trying to shoot him.
“Almost done” he grunted. He was slower, and you figured it might have something to do with the wound on his abdomen.
“Come on” you said, taking out the last guard that was behind his back.
No one was watching your back, though. You felt the pain in your chest and leg, falling in the middle of rubble and bodies.
Your eyes remained unfocused, barely listening to the commotion around you. Green eyes, filled with tears brought you back to reality.
“Stay with me” Natasha asked.
For the first time, she asked.
You’d feel overjoyed if it weren’t for the two bullet holes in your body.
She didn’t hide how terrified she was, of the blood flowing and the life leaving your eyes.
“Please don’t leave me” she asked again, and you nodded.
You kept your promise until the Quinjet landed, and everything went dark.
“I’m being such a pain in the ass” you say every time you ask for something.
Recovery’s been slow, but you won’t complain because Natasha’s by your side all the time.
“Ask for anything you need”
“How about a kiss?”
And then, she’ll roll her eyes, but lean forward, happy to feel your lips against hers.
Neither needs to ask, nor tell, but you know you love Natasha, and she loves you.
It’s in everything you do for each other.
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formulapierre · 3 months
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If You Love Her | Pierre Gasly
Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Reader
Prompt : Based off of the song 'If you love her' by Forest Blakk. You finally decide to give Pierre your everything and you get his everything in return, except the universe seems to have other plans.
Warnings: Life changing injuries; Any other language apart from English was done by google translate, apologies for anything incorrect x
Word Count: 5261
Song: If you love her - Forest Blakk
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Take it If she gives you her heart, don't you break it
“I'm ready to let you in,” You say, you had been guarding your heart for months now; scared, no, terrified of being betrayed again by someone who told you they loved you. 
“Then let me in cherie,” He says with a smile as he gently cups your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek.
“I love you…” You say. He had said it a few weeks ago, assuring you there was no pressure for you to say it back. You had met through a mutual friend, that being your ex-boyfriend, who at one point in time had been Pierre’s best friend. Though after seeing everything He had done to you and seeing how damaged you were; both of you decided never to speak of him again. 
“I love you too,” He says softly, bringing you in for a gentle kiss. “So much,” He adds, causing you to blush. You were then, and still are now, surprised that someone like him could love someone like you.
Let your arms be a place she feels safe in She's the best thing that you'll ever have
“You need to leave,” Pierre said calmly to the guy who had been pounding on the door to your apartment for the last ten minutes, adamant on talking to you.
“Mate, just let me talk to her,” He said, voice holding strong.
“She doesn’t want you here, and neither do I,” Pierre replies, looking over at your tear-stained face as you sit on the couch. “Cherie, go into our bedroom, you don’t need to hear any of this,” He says and you quickly follow his advice.
“Just go home, neither of us are opening the door for you. Y/N Is gone, she can’t hear you,” He tells your ex-boyfriend who was still adamant on seeing you.
“Ma-,” Your Ex goes to say before Pierre cuts him off.
“I’m not your ‘mate’ anymore. And I’m fed up now, I just want to go and make sure Y/N’s ok, so I’ll put this plainly for you. If you don’t leave in the next 30 seconds, I will call the police,” He said bluntly. There’s one last bang on the door before it all goes quiet. Pierre pulls up the security feed from the camera outside the door and sees your Ex begrudgingly walking back towards the elevators. He sighs in relief as the camera loses sight of him. Pierre quickly makes his way into your bedroom and finds you curled up underneath a mound of blankets.
“Hi cherie, it’s just me,” He says getting onto the bed next to you. You almost immediately turn over and cuddle into his chest. “What do you need?” He asks, wanting more than anything to take this feeling away
“I just need you to hold me,” You say as you cling to the shirt he was wearing, not wanting him to leave you.
“I can do that” He says with a smile as he pulls you into his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you.
She always has trouble falling asleep And she likes to cuddle while under the sheets
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Pierre had been gone for what felt like ages, in reality it had only been a few weeks and you had facetimed each other most nights. Falling asleep next to each other was something you had both become very accustomed to. You knew his flight arrived in the small hours of the morning into Malpensa Airport and he made you promise that you wouldn’t wait up for him. You had settled into bed slightly later than you normally would, opting for one of your favourite movies and eventually falling asleep. 
You didn’t hear the front door to the apartment as he came in. Drop his suitcases and carry on by the door before heading straight for your bedroom. He kicked his shoes off and got undressed before slipping into bed next to you. You had fallen asleep facing his side of the bed, wanting to see him when he got back and luckily you did. As the bed dipped and he moved closer to you, you slowly woke up; arms instantly reaching out for him as he made himself comfortable.
“Missed you whilst you were away” You say as He wraps his arms around you.
“I missed you too Cherie,” He says, kissing the top of your head.
“Glad you’re finally home,” You add sleepily as you cuddle into him, resting your head on his chest as he pulls the sheets over you both.
“-and I’m not going anywhere,” He says as you fall back to sleep, just as quickly as you woke up.
She loves pop songs and dancing, and bad trash TV
It had been a fairly productive day on your part, you had mailed a letter to your Grandma, sent a package to your Aunt with birthday presents for your niece and nephew and gone grocery shopping. You were slightly surprised when you found the apartment unlocked; cursing at yourself as you had evidently forgotten to lock it. You turned the handle and pushed the door open with your foot as you had grocery bags in your hands.
“I can help,” Pierre says coming out of the kitchen and taking some of the bags from your hands,
“What are you doing here?” You ask with a pleasantly surprised smile on your face. He must have been back a while as the living room was now tidy and He was in the process of doing the kitchen. Music was playing in the background, though it wasn’t his music, it was yours…
“I took the day off,” He says as you put the bags down on the kitchen counter; He takes you into his arms and you both start to sway to the music. “I thought we could start the new season of that reality tv show you watch,” He adds, spinning you round. “Oh, and I picked up that album you’ve been listening to on vinyl,” He says as you both dance around the kitchen.
There's still a few other things She loves love notes and babies and likes giving gifts Has a hard time accepting a good compliment
‘Good Morning, mon cherie, i woke up early this morning so have decided to get a quick gym session in before we leave; i won’t be too long and then i'll bring you breakfast in bed. Maman isn’t expecting us until 11 so we’ve got a couple hours before we need to catch our flight.  I can’t wait for you to see what I got you.
I love you more than you’ll ever know , P x
Pierre certainly delivered on his promise as the next time you saw him He had breakfast in hand, both of your bags packed next to the closet door as He got back into bed. You spent an hour in bed together before you had to get up and get ready to go. You had been looking forward to Christmas with Pierre’s family for months, slightly disappointed that you weren’t going to see your family until the 27th.
She loves hеr whole family and all of her friends So if you'rе the one she lets in
The jet touched down at the airport in Paris, a rental car waiting for us on the tarmac as we grabbed our bags. The drive from here to Rouen was pretty good and didn’t take too long so before You knew it you were pulling into the driveway. You could already see everyones cars parked up and there looked to be a few more than usual but you just chalked it up to Pierre having a large family and maybe there were a few more cousins joining you this year.
Pascale had spotted you as you drove down the driveway so was already on the doorstep waiting for you. She wrapped her arms around you both, telling you how much she had missed you. Even though she had seen you a few weeks ago at the Abu Dhabi GP she acted like she hadn’t seen you in years.
You were quickly ushered inside and out of the cold, as you were hanging your coat up you thought you saw someone you recognised, you thought it was your Mum…you laughed to yourself knowing there was no way it could have been her…must have been Pierre’s other cousins that parked their cars outside. Everyone was sitting around the fireplace watching a movie whilst Pascale and Pierre’s sister in law cooked christmas dinner. 
“Uncle P!” His niece shouted when she saw him. Scrambling to get up and run into his arms, the other children quickly followed, they didn’t forget about you either. Pierre’s youngest niece is almost being more excited to see you. Then you thought you saw her again…and your Dad sat next to each other on the far couch, smiling back at you. 
“Mum? Dad?” You ask and your Mum quickly comes over to you. “What are you guys doing here?” You ask looking between them.
“Pierre called, said you were annoyed you wouldn’t be seeing us today and that you wished you could have a huge family christmas so He invited us. I hope that’s alright?” She asks and you quickly nod.
“That's more than alright,” You reply, pulling her in for another hug. Growing up with no siblings or cousins, Christmas was always very quiet so you loved the years you were at Pierre’s with his entire family.
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“You’re incredible you know that,” You say as you drive back towards the airport. It had been a busy few days with His family and you were glad you were finally heading home. You had made some amazing memories and it would be a Christmas you’d never forget.
“I’m glad you liked it Cherie,” Pierre said, squeezing your thigh lightly as he rested his hand there.
“No-one's ever done anything as thoughtful as that before…it really means a lot to me,” You say honestly.
“They should have done, you deserve the world Y/N,” He replies and you lace your fingers into his.
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“-fuck!” Pierre shouts as he pulls his helmet off, he crosses the garage not sparing you a glance. He had collided with Alonso on the first corner, suffering too much damage so they had to retire the car. Honestly, a rookie mistake. But any little thing always caused Pierre to spiral. You gave him a few moments to calm down before you left your seat and headed towards his driver's room. As you walked in his race suit was strewn over the couch, fireproofs on the floor and boxers by the bathroom door. The sound of the shower was the giveaway.
You picked up his clothes, putting them into the laundry bag in the corner. He came out a few moments later, towel wrapped around his waist.
“I don’t know why I bother anymore,” He says to you as he uses another towel to dry his hair. “I’m not fucking good enough, this is my 7th season, I should not be making stupid mistakes like that,” He adds, collapsing onto the couch next to you.
“You are good enough Pierre, they wouldn’t have signed you if they didn’t think so,” You remind him. 
“There were so many other people that should have gotten the seat…Doohan, Pourchaire, Martins? They’d all be doing a better fucking job than I am,” He says and you lean back against the couch, your fingers moving to thread themselves between Pierre’s damp hair.
“It’s only the first race of the season…you’re not completely comfortable with the car yet. It’s fine Pierre, it happens. But you are good enough and you do deserve to be here,” You assure him.
Kiss her with passion as much as you can
You were sitting in the back of his garage, headset on as you listened to the engineer chatter, you had always been interested in that kind of thing so any opportunity you get to listen in, you always take. Pierre was also in on the conversation, standing with the group of engineers. They were wrapping up the conversation when He came over to you, pulling the headset down and letting it hang around your neck. His finger moved under your shin and he pulled you into a slow and loving kiss.
“What was that for?” You ask breathlessly a few moments after he pulled away.
“-because you’re beautiful” He replies and you blush. He presses a final kiss to your forehead before he starts to put in his ear plugs and pull his balaclava on. A wide smile on his face as he walks away from you.
And when she doesn't notice how pretty she is Tell her over and over so she never forgets
The summer break could not have come soon enough, despite Pierre’s rocky start to the season He had managed to claw his way back, now sitting comfortably in 3rd in the drivers championship. To say it was his best season yet would be an understatement. But.  All of that meant the pressure was on, and you were both starting to feel it. It was a unanimous decision that you needed a vacation and Bali was always a good idea. The flights had been booked only a few hours after the decision had been made, and ever since then you had been counting down the days.
“Are you sure this looks ok?” You ask Pierre as you get ready for a day at the beach. “You don’t think it's showing off a little bit too much?” You add as you look at yourself in the mirror. The dark green bikini you had chosen left very little to the imagination.
“Cherie you look stunning, you look beautiful in everything you wear” He assured you, coming up behind you and resting his head on your shoulder. “It’s Bali cherie, I guarantee there will be people wearing much less than you, right?” He asks, snaking his arms around your waist. “I think you look hot, and that’s all that matters,” He says as he starts to kiss your neck.
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“I told you I shouldn’t have worn it…have you seen the comments? Pierre, look at them,” You say to him as you hold your phone up
“They’re just jealous cherie, you looked stunning…besides, it doesn’t matter what they think does it?” He asks, taking your phone, it's quickly turned off and placed on the coffee table.
“No…” You answer as he sits down on the couch next to you
“Exactly, come here,” He says pulling you into his arms, he knew that the comments got to you sometimes, and that all he could do was reassure you that they don’t mean anything.
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You felt like the word was standing still, time had slowed, your breath catching in your throat.
No.
No.
No.
This couldn’t be happening. Pierre had lost control, the power steering had gone and his brakes had failed. There was nothing you could do except watch as his car hurtled along the track, spinning as it hit the barrier, being flown up and into the air when it hit the curb at the wrong angle; finally coming to a stop in the tire barrier.
Where was he?
The car was a smoking wreck, why wasn’t he out by now? You could hear the faint sounds of his race engineer trying to contact him but everyone in the garage knew that would be a lost cause. Then, suddenly, almost as quickly as it had all started, there were flames. Bright, hot, burning flames exploding from the rear of the car. Your hand clutched over your mouth as you had tried to look away, Pierre’s trainer spotted you and tried to lead you away into his drivers room, but you just couldn't take your eyes off of the screen.
Why wasn’t he out?
The red flags flew the moment He had hit the barrier so half the crew were supposed to be more concerned with Esteban’s car but nobody was. They were all fixed in place, unable to move as their eyes were glued to the screens. Marshalls sprinted towards the burning wreck, fire extinguishers in hand as they started to spray down the car. You saw him. Or at least you thought they did. A hand. There it was again. Waving. One of the marshalls ran forwards, spraying the area around him. You could just about make out Pierre trying desperately to pull himself out of the cockpit. Eventually the marshalls had thrown their fire extinguishers down and went in, both of them physically pulling Pierre out.
The screens cut away.
You let Ben take you out of the garage towards a quieter area where you could try and compose yourself. “Charles is outside asking for you,” One of the media personnel said after knocking on the door. You wiped the tears from your eyes and headed out. As soon as he saw you, He quickly wrapped his arms around you and you broke down again.
She's the best thing that you'll ever have She'll love you, if you love her like that
It had been three weeks of the same. Arriving at the hospital at 9am, just as visiting time started, leaving at 9pm, just as visiting time ended. And despite how much you hated it, you refused to be anywhere else. He had remained unconscious for the first couple of days, those had been the hardest. Not knowing if he was going to wake up, His crash had been measured at 132G, nobody expected him to. But he did.
“Y-,” He muttered, softly moving his head. “Y-,” He said again, this time catching your attention. You rushed to his side, taking his hand in yours.
“I’m right here Pierre, I’ve got you,” You say, tears rolling down your face as he faintly squeezed your hand. As you held his hand you called for the doctor, having been asked to if he woke up. They assessed him as you sat there, Pierre was very reactive to any movement you made; squeezing your hand as you shifted positions, begging you not to leave his side.
She'll love you If you love her like that
After three long weeks in a Singaporean hospital it was finally agreed that Pierre could be moved to a hospital in Paris, much closer to all of his family; you had spent another three weeks in there as Pierre underwent different operations on his legs. They had become trapped between different parts of carbon fibre and metal during the crash; the base of his spine also having been damaged. That was why He couldn’t get out. 
The Hospital in Paris knew Pierre was itching to get out, that was evident to anyone that came to visit him. They released him pretty quickly and after six weeks in hospitals Pierre was finally free to go. Though he was nowhere near full health. He was in a wheelchair, unable to walk by himself. So one of the conditions of him being discharged was that you would find a place together in Paris, close to the hospital so He could attend all of his check-ups and rehab appointments.
By the second week Pierre was ready to give up. “Why are you still here?” He asked you one morning as you helped him get dressed. You knew he hated this, not being able to do things for himself.
“Because I love you,” You assured him as you handed him a shirt. Any ounce of independence he could have, you made sure to give him.
“There are many better men for you cherie, none of them need help getting dressed in the mornings. You don’t deserve this,” He said, and this wasn’t the first time He had shared this sentiment with you.
“But none of them are you, my love,” You reminded him. “I wouldn’t be doing this for anyone other than you,” You add as you put his feet through the legs of his trousers.
“T-thank you,” He says, voice faltering as you pull his trousers up his legs and over his ass.
“I’ve got you and I’ll always have you, I promise,” You say, pressing a kiss to his lips as you grab his wheelchair. Thankfully, that was the one thing He had gotten used to quickly, transferring himself in and out of the wheelchair, as that was probably the only thing you couldn’t have done.
She'll love you If you love her
He hated it, and you weren’t surprised. At the moment his sessions were only an hour long as He got tired and frustrated very quickly. You totally understood everything that was going on inside his mind. He had gone from being one of the fastest men alive to barely being able to take two steps without assistance.
Pierre had always said that He wanted you with him every step of the way, and when you promised that you would be, you really meant it. If that meant sitting in a chair on the far end of the room, so be it. He didn’t want you to help him, encourage him or anything. He hated showing you how weak he was. But you both knew He needed you there.
There were two long beams that he rested his arms onto as He tried to put one foot in front of the other. His physical therapist and rehab assistant had both assured Pierre that he had come on leaps and bounds since He first came through the door. Back then he was unable to stand up without help, but now he could get out of the wheelchair and lift himself up to hold the bars
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You were sitting in the kitchen of your parisian apartment, working on your laptop as Pierre took a nap after his PT appointment. They always took everything out of him so the first thing He wanted to do was go to sleep. The apartment had been quiet for a few hours until you heard a crash from the bedroom. You instantly bolted from your seat and ran towards the sound; you found Pierre on the floor in the bathroom.
“-merde,” He swore as He tried to get back up. You went to help him but He pushed you away. “I don’t need your help,” He said through gritted teeth as he tried to stand back up.
“Just slow down and take a breath,” You said, repeating the words his physio had been telling him for months. He was always trying to do things at 100mph when he wasn’t capable. “Let me help you,” You say softly as you crouch down to him.
“I am so fucking fed up of slowing down,” He says and you nod, he had also been saying that for months.
“I know you are darling, but you’ll only hurt yourself more if you don’t,” You tell him as you offer your arm to him so he can stand back up. You knew why he had fallen, there was a slight lip on the doorframe to the bathroom that you had stubbed your toe on a few times, neither of you had noticed it when viewing the apartment and Pierre now had the tendency to drag his feet a little so it was bound to happen at some point.
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The rest of the evening had been quiet, you cooked dinner for the both of you, Pierre silently taking his and eating in the study. That had been his one fault. He hated making mistakes; so tripping and falling like he did was a massive blow to his ego and dignity. He was already fast asleep by the time you went to bed, facing away from you so you just left him to it. 
When you woke up you realised he wasn’t there, feeling his side of the bed you found a small yellow post-it note.
‘Don’t move, i want to surprise you and make up for yesterday
-P x
You did exactly what the note said and stayed in bed, picking up your phone and answering some messages you had gotten; about 15 minutes later the bedroom door opened, Pierre came in holding a plate and a mug. He carefully placed the mug down on the bedside table before passing you the plate that had fresh berries and pancakes on. “You didn’t have to,” You say, taking a bite and you instantly recognise that this was his own pancake recipe he used to make for you all the time.
“Yes I did,” He says, pinching a blueberry off of the side of the plate. “I shouldn’t have gotten angry at you, you were only trying to help,” He says with a regretful look on his face.
“You’re still entitled to your feelings Pierre,” You remind him and He nods.
“I know I am, but that shouldn’t be at your expense, I’m sorry,” He says and you pull him into a soft kiss. 
On days when It feels like the whole world might cave in Stand side by side and you'll make it
The video starts to play, Pierre stands up from a chair across the room, walking towards the camera slowly, still slightly wobbly on his feet. “Hi Everybody, Pierre here. I know I’ve been very quiet on social media over the past eighteen months or so since the crash and that’s because I've really been focused on my recovery and the long process of learning to walk again. I wanted to tell you all what happened and that primarily, I’m ok. During the accident both my legs became trapped and I also shattered two of my lower vertebrae; that left me, for the first six months, totally paralysed from the waist down. I cannot even begin to express my gratitude to my physio team who have done everything they can to get me into the position I'm in today,” He says before there is a short montage of photos showing Pierre in hospital, then in the first few stages of physiotherapy of him learning how to stand up by himself. 
“I know that my journey is far from over, I’ve still got pins in my legs from where they were crushed, and only after they have been removed should I begin the road to full mobility. Whilst I've been recovering Formula One has been incredible in assisting with finding me the correct doctors to suit my injuries and keeping the door open to future plans. Y/N’s been quietly active on social media and has told me of quite a few tweets and comments about my possible return to racing and I want to clear things up. I hold absolutely nothing against Alpine, Formula One or the FIA about my accident, as it was exactly that. An accident, there was an investigation and there was nothing anybody could have done. However this does not mean I am ready or willing to return to racing; I have no plans to return to racing in the future, I feel I need to be investing more into my personal life, thanking those who have stood by me over the past two years. Y/N and I got engaged during that time so we are in the middle of wedding preparations and we could not be happier.” He continues before it cuts to more photos of the final stages of his PT and then the video of him proposing, He was still on crutches at the time and was unable to kneel but the sentiment was still there. “-And finally I want to thank all of you guys, my fans, all of your kind comments and messages are read and they really help me to get through those tough days. I probably won’t be very active on social media going forward so for now; thank you, and goodbye,” He says with a wide smile.
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“Pierre,” The interviewer started. “We are now 5 years on from your near-fatal accident, how are you doing?” She asks. The studio hadn’t changed since the last time he was filming here during his career in F1.
“I’m doing really well; I’m back to pretty much full mobility, a little stiff here and there but my wife says that's just because i’m getting old,” He says with a laugh, you roll your eyes from behind the camera.
“We all saw the photos that she posted a few weeks ago, updating your fans on your life at the moment. Tell me about that, you always hear the horror stories of partners leaving because they couldn’t cope. How much does it mean to you that She stayed?” She asked as you were slightly taken aback…that wasn’t one of the prepared questions.
“It means everything to me…there were times during my recovery where I would tell her to go, to leave me and that she didn’t deserve this. But she stayed, and I don’t think leaving was ever an option in her mind. I owe her everything and I will spend the rest of my life trying to show her how thankful I am.” Pierre answers honestly, not looking at the interviewer, but looking behind her at you as He spoke.
“I love you,” You mouth back, aware you weren’t allowed to talk out loud but he heard you, loud and clear.
“I mean you guys were the ‘it’ couple in the paddock before the accident…now i think the entire paddock is jealous of the love the both of you share, it really is beautiful to watch you two,” She tells you both. 
“Have we got an extra chair?” He asks, looking over at the producers. One of the crew quickly moves a spare chair next to Pierre who stands up, holding out his hand to you. “Come join us…this is just as much your story as it is mine Cherie, I wouldn’t be here without you,” He reminds you as you cross the set to him. He presses a kiss to your forehead before you both take your seats.
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Ardour — Chapter 3
— PAIRING: professor!Tom Riddle x Reader
— SYNOPSIS: Tom got what he wanted, he is the Hogwarts DADA professor. It's more tedious than he envisioned, but his day gets interesting when his favourite student comes to him for help after she is hit with a strong aphrodisiac.
— WARNINGS: smut, angst, hurt/cumfort, cunnilingus, Tom spilling in his pants like a teenager, sweet dirty talk, age difference (she is in 7th year), sex pollen, hints of incest (reader is a distant relative Gaunt, to give Tom something to find palatable about her, ok? I know, but... just go with it)
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— A/N: Welcome to the last chapter of this fic! It is just 5k words of Professor Tom pleasuring his favourite student with his mouth. Enjoy! ✨
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Tom gripped her by the waist and pushed her higher on the sofa. Her neck rested on the armrest now and she was perhaps less comfortable than before, but it gave Tom the space he needed. He went back to his tie and yanked it off, then his hands moved to unbutton his shirt, all the while keeping his eyes on her. Adara was breathing in a tired sort of way, somewhat stilted and pained. Tom, however, had begun to pant a little more as he faced the reality of what he was about to do — what he had chosen to do.
“Don’t worry, Miss Gaunt,” he said quietly to his student, adopting the most comforting voice he was capable of. “I’ll make you all better… I’ll clean you up. I…”
He, what? He wasn’t sure if he could say it.
And as he hastily unbuttoned his shirt, shoving one small irritating button out of its hole at a time, Adara looked at him with such open vulnerability… Her eyes did more to expose her than her parted legs and raised-up ruffled skirt. There was nothing hidden there, nothing left he hadn’t seen, hadn’t felt, hadn’t touched… His mind brushed against the surface of her own and shivered, recoiling almost, at the unfamiliar sense of trust.
She trusted him completely. And for some reason, Tom found that quite beautiful. It was a rare thing to see, especially from one of his students, and he couldn’t help but feel proud, maybe even a bit sentimental… Adara has allowed him to put his hands on the most intimate parts of her body, to see her and caress her and soothe her little heart — she was allowing him to take care of her, which was something he’d never really had. He’d always had to fight for everything he got, whether it was through coercion or lies or pure raw magical power, and yet here she was, opening herself up to him completely... When else would this ever happen again? Would it ever happen again?
Tom was lost in thought as he looked into her eyes, having almost forgotten about that small treasure between her legs — the chains of silvery essence that dripped from her, the velvet folds that pulsed and clenched, and the little pearl that gently throbbed above them… Almost.
With a hurried movement, he pulled his shirt off, yanked it angrily off his arm when it got tangled for a second, and threw it to the floor. With a bit more calm, he placed his hands over Adara’s thighs and caressed her skin as he leaned forward. His eyes fixed on her tired ones, Tom eased himself back a little, making himself comfortable, and gentled the girl open.
“Professor,” she whined, her neck tilting away from the hard armrest to rest against the back of the sofa.
“Shhh… It’s almost over,” he whispered. “I just need to… clean you up a bit… Will you let me?”
“B-but…”
“You said it still hurts, didn’t you?” he asked with a cocked brow.
“Y-yes, but why —”
“Let me do this,” he whispered hotly, sounding somewhat impatient now, and he knew how that tone of voice frightened her. It was almost as if she were back in his classroom, talking back to him, being argumentative and disobedient… She quieted immediately.
He smiled boyishly at her frightened little frown, but he had no intention of really hurting her, or even of speaking to her harshly. If she only knew the caring he felt for her deep down… She was his student, his best, his favourite, and beyond satisfying this newly acknowledged hunger for her, Tom wanted to see her healthy, happy, and safe. And the fact that they were, however distantly, related, both belonging to the doomed and disgraced House of Gaunt, only soothed his callousness further. The attention and affection that he’d always longed for, for himself, he could at least give to her… It was the closest he could come to feeling it himself — although by this point Tom was certain that, should he ask, she’d gladly reciprocate. At least, he hoped so.
She looked at him with a warm and tender gaze while her breathing grew more frantic. Seeing her professor’s lean, pale body was probably the last thing she ever expected, even in such a situation… He’d always been so proper, so composed, faultless as an unspoiled field of snow, cold purity as far as the eye could see — though clothed, consistently, in black. And so she blushed now not only from her own situation and the lingering effects of the Ardour Fly, but also from just seeing his naked arms — lean but fit, a young scholar’s arms — and when she dared trail her gaze upwards, his shoulders, his sharp clavicles, his chest… Pale and broad and smooth and dusted lightly with little black hairs that contrasted so sweetly with those two tight buds of dusky pink. On the side of his torso, on the right, she could spot a couple of little moles too. She wanted to kiss them, and closed her eyes tightly as the desire struck. She felt more shy at seeing him than she did at being seen herself.
Tom kissed the top of her knee and held his lips there for a moment, closing his eyes as he breathed in her skin. She winced, and by his waist, he could feel her feet flexing.
“Professor,” she whispered — not asking for anything, not asking anything, just saying it… acknowledging him, letting him know how thoroughly he consumed her senses.
He smiled and moved his lips lower, to the inside of her knee and her inner thigh and lower, more and more quickly, until his mouth was right above her tense stomach.
“How do you feel?” he asked quietly, his eyes still closed.
“Hurts,” she whined, her hips twisting.
He gripped her waist and held her still while he lowered his mouth and kissed the smooth skin there. “I’ll make it better,” he spoke against her lower tummy. “I promise.”
He didn’t know where that came from. Tom never promised anything, not sincerely anyway… But he meant it this time.
She whined at the feeling of his lips right above her aching womb, and gasped when he went lower. He kissed the softness of her mound, her girlish curls tickling his nose, and then his lips moved to her inner thigh, right next to where she hurt the most…
It was completely damp, slathered in her essence and her sweat, spread out in careless little splashes from when his fingers worked on her before. He kissed it off of her, the warm breath drying her a bit, before he moved to the other thigh and did the same. Above, he could hear Adara whimpering, wincing in discomfort… This didn’t soothe her needs, and if anything it only teased her further, but Tom wanted to do it, he wanted to lick her clean, just like he promised.
“Be still now,” he said in an oddly gentle voice. “This is good for you… This is what you need. I need to clean you, right here...”
Of course, why he had to do it with his mouth was something he didn’t feel like explaining right now, and Adara was too shy to ask — and too aroused, if she was being honest.
The sight of her favourite Professor’s dark head held between her thighs, his elegant pale hands holding her hips down in something that was half-clutch half-caress, his broad lean masculine back, and the feeling of his mouth lavishing her skin, it took her out of her mind, out of her body, and up into a vaporous experience where she was keenly aware only of herself, and of him… The rest of the world no longer existed. She felt herself being drunk up by him, mind and soul, just like her skin was nipped between his lips.
She felt like she was relaxed and tense all at once, her hips canting desperately into him, her legs trembling by his flexing jaw, hands restless as they switched from gripping the sides of the sofa to fisting at her chest…
And then he gripped her hips more tightly, pinning her down, and his kisses travelled inward.
Professor Riddle said nothing as he trailed his lips toward her folds, but he could feel himself breathing more deeply, and distantly was aware of his student breathing harder too. In the quiet of his office, he could almost hear her heart thumping — or was that his own?
She smelled more sweetly than he thought, and was so warm, still so dangerously warm from the effects of the Ardour fly… and throbbing. Beneath his desire to taste her, he pitied her. How much pain she must’ve still been in…
“There, there,” he gentled her, his whisper seeping into her core.
“Sir…?!”
“Don’t be scared,” he smiled, looking up into her eyes and swallowing the knot in his throat, swallowing the scent and taste of her that had gathered on his tongue. “I’ll take care of you, my good girl…”
And with a deep inhale, Tom stretched up a bit and placed a second kiss on the top of her soft mound. He lingered there a second longer than he meant to, distracting her a little while he spread her legs the slightest bit. Then, he leaned back down and closed his eyes, his head tilting slightly, and pressed a kiss right at her core. She was sweet, but beneath that, there was the lingering taste of Ardour Fly, like ginger and cinnamon.
He kissed her swollen folds as if they were her lips. It was loving and gentle, a caress, a pampering of her most sensitive and delicate parts... She moaned in a complaining sort of way, her thighs tensing, tickling his cheeks, but he wouldn’t move any faster. He was going to help her, clean her of the Ardour Fly, but he wanted to do it on his terms.
He took his time with her, his mouth teasingly still against her while her sensitive parts throbbed. They moved in their rhythmic way against his lips as if they were trying to kiss him back, to tease and tempt and coax him to pay them more attention… Tom smiled against her, and he gave it. His lips slowly opened wider, kissing her more fully, then wider still, trying to see if he could pull her fully in his mouth. He moaned against her taste and at the trickle of wetness she surrendered to him.
Holding his mouth open against her, he let his tongue slip out and briefly touched her little hole. Tom felt her jump and heard her gasp at the sensation, and he couldn’t help but chuckle smugly.
“Professor!” she moaned, her back stretching in a tense arch as her head fell limply back.
“Be good for me,” he groaned against her. “Keep your legs spread while I continue your treatment…”
She whined in complaint, but he felt her legs relaxing slightly, drawing further from his cheeks.
Tom sighed with satisfaction and eased his hands away from her hips, down the inside of her thighs, forcing her to spread a little wider as his face settled more closely to her core. With a greedy suckle, he pulled her lower lips into his mouth and held them there, letting their warmth sink into him. The taste of her flushed skin coated his tongue until there was no other taste in the world he could remember, and lightly, so lightly he was not sure she even felt it, he let his tongue slip to her little hole again.
But she did feel it — he could tell that she was shaking, her breaths coming in panicked panting heaves as he licked more and more, deeper into the place where she was hurting.
Without even a thought to the Ardour Fly anymore, Tom swallowed her down ravenously before he pulled his head away, letting her folds gradually slip from out of the tight hold of his mouth, and then lowered himself again, this time to lap on either side of them. He moaned as he cleaned up his good girl, drinking in every bit of her essence he could find, every drop of sweat, everything that wasn’t the darling taste of her skin.
Carefully, his hands went lower down her thighs until he could pull her lips apart with his thumbs, exposing her fully to him. Tom looked down at the maddening, his cheek resting on her right thigh. She was still so red… Her hole clutched at nothing and her little pearl throbbed.
He knew the feeling, or some equivalent to it, as in his trousers he felt ready to burst out of his skin. The whole of his loins felt wet with sweat and his pathetic seepings of desire. His manhood was fully hard and contorted in the tight confines of his clothes. Surreptitiously, he let himself rest more firmly down on it as he lay on his front on the sofa, groaning to himself.
Keeping her spread open, Tom leaned forward again and lapped right at her entrance.
“Aaaaahhh!”
“Still hurts, doesn’t it?” he sighed, speaking quietly. “It still needs something…”
“P-p-prof—”
“You’ve got a lot of that wicked powder here, don’t you?” asked Tom, looking up at her flushed face with a twinkle in his eye. “In this little place right here…?”
She bit her lip and nodded, forcing her legs to relax around her professor once more.
Tom smiled and licked his lips, then focused his dark eyes on her core again and spread her wider. It made the throbbing of her nub all the more visible as its little head was pulled out of its protective hood. The entrance to her body opened the slightest bit, a fat little dollop already waiting to flow out of it from the other side. Tom groaned and leaned in again.
The air around them was filled with sticky sounds, the clinks of wet kisses and the greedy lap-lap-lapping of his tongue. She moaned loudly, and Tom moaned with her. Adara blushed for a moment, thinking that he might have been making fun of her — but when she caught her breath and listened, she thought he sounded, if anything, hungry… and pained…
“Professor,” she sighed, one brave hand going down to cover his broad palm over her inner thigh.
Tom caressed her little fingers with his thumb while he kept tending to her with his mouth. He was still trying to remain gentle and cautious with his student, but the longer it went on, the harder it was for him to contain his own need. Her essence would not stop flowing, and he wanted all of it, wanted to taste every drop of it, wanted to drink from her until she fainted in his arms... He took a moment to look up at Adara's face, taking in her expression of confused pleasure, and then he quickly lowered his head again.
“Aaaahhh!” she gasped, her back arching sharply.
"Shhh... shhh... I need to focus, my dearest one," he whispered. "I promised to take care of you… Let me do it. Let me care for you..."
He was still being slow and cautious with her, and very, very thorough, leaving no bit of her skin without a suckling kiss or lick, but his groans had taken on a rougher, firmer tone. She could tell that he meant it, and she did her best to relax and let him do what needed to be done. She wanted him to take care of her, to make everything right, and yet the sensations she was feeling were becoming unbearably intense.
This was nothing like his fingers, which had been so firm, so sure, so precise in a devastating way… No, this was all fluid flesh and velvet dragging on velvet and the strong smooth muscle of his tongue, an organ she so often respected when he spoke during class, was driving her insane in a way she never thought possible. The whole sensation was like being made love to by a sentient body of water, or a flowing chaotic thing like a flame made flesh, and yet it was like none of those things… It was like nothing else in the world, and all she could do was stay still, be good for him, spread her legs, and let him hear her pleasured moans.
“Sir, that’s… It feels like… like…”
“Like what?”
The question came out slightly muffled, as Tom had let her folds slip from between his thumbs to come down back around his own. His mouth was buried as deeply into her slit as it could be.
“Aaah… it… mmm… there’s…”
“What is it?” asked Tom, breathing hotly over her clenching little hole. “What more do you need?”
His dark eyes trailed up to hers, and although her mouth was slack and her head hung dazedly to the side, he could read the desire in her eyes… His wet and plush lips, slightly bruised from how much he had worked on her, curled into a tilted smile.
“Oh I know what my good girl needs,” he chuckled.
His thumbs pressed softly into her folds, testing their plushness, making a bit more wetness seep out in a slick trickle down her slit.
“This little part wants some attention too, doesn’t it?” he asked as he let his breath fan over her nub. “I’m right. No? Aren’t I right? But… that wouldn’t do,” he teased. “I’m here to clean you up, my favourite, not to give pleasure to your naughtiest parts…”
She whined like a kitten denied of her treat, and Tom had to chuckle at it.
He brought his lips to the hard little point, closing them around the edges of its protective hood in a soft kiss, light and careful and affectionate. His hips ground against the sofa once again, easing the pain in his groin, and he groaned against her. Above, she gave a shivering moan at the sensation, and then he fixed his lips around her pearl more firmly.
He sucked it between his lips with almost punishing greed, causing her legs to shiver and wild little rasps to leave her throat as she thrashed helplessly. Without even thinking, Tom pressed his tongue forward and, as his suckles pulled the tip more firmly out of its hood, he rubbed the very tip of his tongue against it.
“Aaaaah— Professor! Too much, too much!”
Tom’s smirk tickled her right thigh, and he kept tending to her, nursing on her most delicate point. Her hips, in an effort to shake him off, moved up and down as much as he allowed her, but it was no use. He held her hip firmly with his left hand and with his right he held her thigh, letting his thumb rest against her hole. The canting of her hips made her rub the tight entrance on it, dripping against and around it, while Tom kept his lips stubbornly on her nub.
“Sir! Professor! Please!”
Her begging only made him more hungry. Tom heaved and frowned, his kiss getting messier, his mouth opening occasionally around as much of her as he could grasp between his lips, before closing on her nub again and pulling on it tightly. When he had it fixed and at his mercy, his tongue flicked it up and down, making it as erect as it could be…
Her pleas were a mess of sounds by now, and her hands gripped her throat and hair as she arched. The office became filled with her cries of pleasure and the damp sounds made by his mouth.
When he began to feel more loving, he relaxed his lips around her, cradling her sensitive flesh within him. He let his tongue drag slowly, slowly up from her flexing hole up the underside of her pearl, and ending the journey with a suckling kiss. He did it again, encouraged by her long and wailing moan, letting his tongue linger on the very underside of it this time, curling right beneath her tender tip, pressing against it for as long as he could while she thrashed and cried, and when he could no longer hold it, he closed in with another kiss.
Tom tilted his head to the left and he kissed her nub as gently as he’d kissed her hole before, just like he wanted to kiss her mouth. It was a slow and deep caress coloured by his own deep moans.
Slowly, and then all of a sudden, he felt her thighs begin to shake. Her whimpers were sounding stilted, muffled, and when he looked up Tom saw that she was covering her mouth with both hands. Her fingers were wet with tears and her eyes were tightly shut. Her whole body shivered, but especially her stomach and her legs. With a fresh rush of greed, he moved his hands around her waist in such a way that tilted her lightly upwards.
He held her like a chalice, and holding her so bowed his head to deliver a long, lingering, deep kiss. Her shivers slightly abated, as if her every muscle held its breath in sympathy with him.
His loins meanwhile were pressed against the sofa almost painfully and he held himself still while he swallowed everything she had to give — her wetness that wouldn’t stop gushing, her moans that escaped even the hard clutch of her hands, and the sweet, sweet, taste of her skin completely rid of the sharpness of the Ardour Fly — and then in a sharp throb that made Tom wail into her girlhood, he felt himself pulse once, twice, and release into his pants. It was a long and arduous spill that left him feeling muggy, his skin both hot and cold with the feel of his essence finally released from his long-suffering sac. Still, humiliating as it was for him to reach the peak of pleasure from just a loving kiss of her entrance, it was better this way — the aphrodisiac, as he lapped it off of her, had begun for several moments to affect him as well, but satisfying his desires sated it.
He breathed in and out slowly as he calmed himself, his eyes closed, and he kept his mouth on her. With his tongue, he lapped from her seeping hole, so ravenous and lonely, all the way to her hard little point that he’d tortured with too much attention. It made her jump again.
“Prof—!”
“That’s it, good girl,” he moaned, barely lifting his mouth from her.
“Aaah! Oh, that’s…!”
“Good girl, do it, do it for me…”
She could scarcely hear what he was saying beneath her frantic moans, but somehow, she felt it.
Tom switched from lapping at her to pulling her with harsh suckles into his mouth, then licking her again, and again, and on and on — until she gave one high scream and clenched.
“Aaaaahhh! Aaah… aaahh… P-profes— Sir—”
“There you go, my favourite,” he moaned, sighing against her painfully tight entrance. His mouth seemed constantly undecided between kissing it as it throbbed and kissing her swollen folds and her nub and every other little spot between them. He lavished all the love he had on her, scraping every corner of his withered heart for a sliver of something good and pure to offer her — and, for an instant, he felt worthy enough to do it.
“There’s my good girl… So nice,” he said before another kiss, “so sweet… Does that feel good?” he asked gently. “Hm? Did that make you feel good?”
Adara groaned and shivered as her body lost all tension and all strength, falling to rest in a puddle on the sofa. This last one took every last ounce of strength in her… But at least now, the Ardour Fly was sated. She could feel its effects draining from her with every lingering pulsation of her girlhood, and her every next breath was one of deep relief.
“Sir,” she whispered tremblingly, “that’s… yes, so… so good,” she moaned, her eyes looking hazily down at her professor.
Tom smiled a genuinely happy, proud smile. To ease her down, and soothe the discomfort from his own embarrassingly soaked loins, he indulged and nursed himself a moment longer on her pearl. He swallowed mouthfuls of her taste until she whined a bit louder, clearly too sensitive to take it anymore. He sighed, and let her go. His hands eased off her hips, grip loosening into a caress, a petting of her sides that trailed up and down from her thighs to her ribs.
“How do you feel?” he asked, gazing down at her with somewhat of a dazed look too. Raising his front off the sofa, he felt the sweat that had gathered on his chest begin to cool.
“Good,” she whispered, looking up at him sleepily.
“Good,” he said, smiling a little brighter.
He cupped her torso with his left palm and reached his right hand up to her face, wiping a few stray tears away with his thumb. Her legs were limp around him and her face was still blooming with a blush, but aside from that and the lethargy of after-pleasure, she seemed completely healthy… Back to normal.
And of course, with that came the inevitable humiliation. Adara looked down at herself and clumsily tried to cover her waist again with her skirt, slipping shy looks up at her professor. Tom chuckled and busied himself brushing a few stray hairs from her forehead.
“I, erm… T-thank you, s-sir, it’s…”
She felt so ashamed so could nearly cry. Professor Riddle didn’t seem to mind, but he sympathised with her anyway.
“I’ll… I’ll let you catch your breath,” he said quietly, easing himself off the sofa and wiping her wetness off his chin.
“T-thanks,” she said, both hands tucking the skirt between her thighs and staying there. With a groan, she curled her knees up and let her legs fall to the right, while her chest moved up and down with panting breaths that eased and eased the more her body cooled.
She looked up at the ceiling, then chanced a glance at her professor. He had picked up his shirt off the floor and drowsily threw it back on. She caught the barest hint of sweat pooled in the lower dip of his back before it was covered up, and her face burned again. As if feeling her gaze, Tom looked over his shoulder, catching her right before she turned her head away again.
“I have to go to my quarters and… wash up a bit,” he said. What he meant was that he intended to get a new change of clothes and maybe squeeze his manhood of whatever was left, because a quick rub against the cushions had been perfunctory at best. “But before that, I will get you a glass of water. You must be quite… dehydrated,” he smirked, his fixed on hers before he walked away to do just that.
With less of a steady hand than he wished, Tom poured her a tall glass of water and came back to kneel by the sofa and help her drink it. She grumbled, but he insisted on holding her head steady while he tipped the glass to her lips. Nobody had ever really done a thing like that for him, he realised now — perhaps only a nurse in the infirmary when he caught a cold in his second year. Maybe for that reason he especially liked doing it for her.
“Do you feel well now?” he asked with a concerned frown, all hints of teasing gone. He placed the back of his hand lightly to her forehead.
“Yes,” she said, looking up into her professor’s dark eyes. “T-thank you. That was… What you did w-was —”
“Not as great of a sacrifice as you’re trying to tell me it was,” he said with a cool smile. “Don’t concern yourself with it, Miss Gaunt. We won’t think of it again.” And he knew he didn’t have to tell her not to speak of it, especially. “In fact, if you want, I can… I could…”
“What?” she asked, curious to see her professor stutter for once.
Tom sighed and looked with quiet resolve into her eyes. “I could Obliviate you.”
“No!” she said, somewhat too quickly. “No… I don’t want you to.”
He seemed surprised, but happy with her answer. “Very well,” he smiled, her thumb caressing her cheek once more, just briefly, just for a moment — what a brave girl his favourite was, what a darling delicious girl — and then he caught himself and took his hand away as if he had no right to touch her, as if he hadn’t been touching her for more than an hour.
“When you’re feeling up to it, I suggest you get back to your dorm,” he said, getting briskly up again. “You’ve already missed dinner.”
Adara nodded and drank a bit more water, and waited for him to back to his quarters for that ‘washing up’ he mentioned before she gathered the courage to try to sit. It was a bit of a challenge. All her muscles ached, their energy burned away in so many shivers, but gradually she could stand up again.
With one last blush, she picked up her discarded panties from the floor, where they had become a bit entwined with her professor’s tie.
She put them on, revoltingly wet as they were, righted her hair and her clothes as much as she could, and walked to the desk to where Professor Riddle now stood, drinking a glass of firewhisky.
“I’ll leave now, Sir,” she said to his back. “T-thank you again, I—”
“Don’t mention it,” he said.
“I… I’d like to repay you one day, if I can,” she offered, looking at his ruffled dark hair with pleading eyes.
“Don’t,” he chuckled.
He put his glass down with a sigh and turned around. He looked at her… seeming not at all angry, and not remotely as cold as he usually was. In fact, the only thing he looked like was tired… and a little fond.
“You have nothing to thank me for,” he smiled. “I just hope… I just hope you’re alright now.”
She nodded.
Tom looked like he wanted to say something, something more, more than this tepid formality he forced himself to exchange with her. He wanted to tell her she was beautiful, he wanted to tell her they shared the same blood, he wanted to tell her he would like nothing better than to be her escape from her horrible side of the family, to offer her comfort, to offer her care… But as much of a selfish, needy, villain that he was, he wasn’t that.
“I’ll see you in class next week.”
And that would be the end of it.
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danikamariewrites · 5 months
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what do you think about eris x reader, where reader is rhysands sister and they’re secretly mated, she uses her powers to glamour any scent of a bond. No one knows and since she’s also an emissary it’s not suspicious of her to be at the autumn court to visit the high lord. one night they’re at a ball and are drinking when someone in the ic, maybe amren, starts making fun of eris. Reader has to bite back her protective and possessive need to defend her mate. Eris overhears and floods the vond with calmness and love. She holds her glass so tight it shatters and she’s absolutely fuming and says:
” stop talking about him like that. ”
” c’mon y/n we always make fun of people we dislike what’s up with you ”
” i don’t care, i don’t want to hear that shit again or i’ll punch you in the face. ”
She walks away and everyone are shocked, eris follows her when no one sees and she’s just so angry but he helps her calm down and kisses her. The IC goes after her and catch them. She says she doesn’t care and will not tolerate any disrespect towards her mate and is so protective of him. Eris is so happy and feel so loved. They are a bit weary at first but after a few snarls from reader they stay quiet and are happy for her😍👀
Starfall Revelations
Eris x reader
Warnings: slight angst, blood, small injuries
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Your nerves were at an all time high as you finished getting ready for Starfall. Eris would be coming tonight and tensions would be high.
The family still doesn’t know about the mating bond between you two. Since you’ve been long distance you and Eris have been taking things slow. Definitely slower than you like, but the little tugs on the bond he sends throughout the days always make you smile.
Placing the small tiara on your head your chest tightens. Anxiety taking root at the center of your body causing small shakes in your limbs. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you force yourself to relax.
A wave of reassurance comes down the bond as you open your eyes. Your heart warming as the anxiety in your chest dissipates. Smiling, you open your eyes and stare at your reflection, sending thanks and love to Eris.
Standing off to the side of the dance floor you adjust your skirts a little. While you are wearing your usual stunning black ensemble there are hints of autumn crimson throughout your outfit. You wanted to show Eris that you’d have a piece of him with you tonight even if he couldn’t be by your side.
You wanted to be near him though. The bond was restless sensing him so close. You both agreed to one dance tonight so you wouldn’t raise suspicion. As you waited for your favorite song a few of your family members come to join you.
The conversation starts normally, just joking with Cassian and poking at Amren’s constant sour attitude. You turn to pointing out all the people who are dressed a little funny and pointing out which governors are most annoying. Cassian does a funny impression of Governor Balekin.
You notice he spots Eris by the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Look, look. It’s little fox boy mingling with normal people. Do you think he knows how to actually hold a conversation that isn’t threatening?” Amren huffs out a small laugh, a concerning smirk pulling at her deep red lips as she sips her goblet of blood.
“Now Cassian, Eris can’t help it.” You didn’t hear the rest of Amren’s words. Just an angry ringing in your ears. The need to defend your mate was overwhelming. The rage building in your chest was almost at its boiling point. But you couldn’t, you wanted to keep your secret.
As the two kept laughing at your mate you felt Eris send love down the bond. A message echoed through the bond, “It’s ok little star, just ignore them. Our dance is soon.” You could hear the smile in his voice which calmed you.
Snapping back to reality what Cassian said next set you off. You gripped your wine glass so hard it shattered in your hand. The shards digging in and cutting your palm. You wince at the pain as you put pressure in the middle of your palm. “Woah, y/n. Let me help you,” Cassian said, his voice laced with worry.
“No!” You snap, stepping back from them. Amren even looked shocked by your outburst. “If I ever hear you speaking about Eris that way again Cassian I’m going to punch you so fucking hard Madja will have to give you new teeth.” You practically growled, baring your teeth at him.
“Y/n we make fun of Eris all the time. What’s going on?” You let out an annoyed sound and stomp away to go bandage your hand.
No one around you seemed to notice, too enthralled in the Starfall festivities. Eris noticed. He felt your anger come back and he immediately found you. He waited to make sure Cassian and Amren weren’t watching him so he could follow you.
Eris caught up to you as you were half way down the hall to the kitchen. He jogged to catch up to you, gently grasping your shoulder. “Y/n wait.” You turn to him, silver lightly lining your eyes. “I know. That was stupid and I shouldn’t have yelled at Cass but I just…I had to defend you.”
Your mate cups your cheek. “Thank you for defending me little star. Now let’s get a that hand bandaged.” You nod in agreement. “There’s a little first aid kit in the kitchen.” Eris rests his hand on the small of your back and guides you to the kitchen.
He lifts you to sit on the counter as he pulls out the first aid kit. Holding your hand out to Eris he starts to pick the glass out with tweezers. Every time you winced Eris would kiss your wrist. After he wrapped the bandage he placed a kiss in the middle of your palm.
“Thank you,” you whispered, running your good hand through his short fiery hair. “I’ll always take care of you little star. Just like you’ll always defend me.” You gave him a small smile, “I love you Eris.” His whole face lit up. His eyes twinkling with love and adoration. “I love you too y/n.” It was the first time you two had ever said that to each other. And you were overjoyed it was this intimate moment that you let the words slip from your mouth.
Eris pulled you into a gentle but passionate kiss. It was full of longing from the distance and politics keeping you apart. In that moment you knew you never wanted to spend another moment away from Eris. You could feel the bond in your chests twining together, glowing brighter than any star that would fly across the sky tonight.
Pulling apart you caught your brother looking stunned in the corner of your eye. You jumped letting out a small yelp. Eris quickly turned, glaring at Rhys and semi blocking you with his body. His instincts to protect you in such a vulnerable moment kicking in.
“I’m sorry…I was just checking on you. Cass told me you hurt your hand but clearly your fine.” Rhys’s signature smirk graced his lips at the end of his sentence. His nostrils flared as he scented the mating bond dripping from the two of you. A cool night breeze mixed with autumn leaves and warm apples. “When we’re you planning on telling me sister?” “When we figured it out.” Your response coming out more formal than you’d like.
“Have you told on me yet?” Rhys let out a slight chuckle, “Oh they’ve seen everything. You know how protective Azriel and Cassian are, but they’ll get over it.” “And you, brother?” “I’ll adjust. Come back when you’re ready. I had them hold off on your song until you get back.”
Rhys gave Eris a slight nod which he returned then left. You jump down from the counter wrapping your arms around Eris’s waist. “Come on you, let’s go have our dance.” Eris smiled down at you pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And all the dances after that.”
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backtotheshitshow · 1 year
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Ghost Clothes Part 2 : the field.
(Wally Clark x reader)
Part1 part3 part4
Summary: after finding y/n in the locker room, Wally wants to show her around the school.
Warning: idk if there is any 🤷‍♀️
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Wally lead the way down the hall, doing his best to make small talk with Y/n.
“How did I not hear about you dying. I’ve been here since the ‘80’s and I never heard of a girl dying in the locker rooms.” Wally questioned.
“I died the same week Zayn left One Direction. So a dead girl wasn’t exactly the top story of the local teens.” Y/n explained.
“Ah yes I remember that band, they were no Motley Crüe though.” Wally says, opening the door to the school office. “Ladies first”
“Thank you. Yeah, I was always more of a 5 seconds of summer girl anyway.” Y/n came to a stop at the lost property bin. Everything in there was awful, old sweaty trackpants and hoodies.
“I’ll wait outside.” Wally says, giving a quick smile before leaving.
The only decent thing y/n could find in the bin was some girls basketball shorts and an AC/DC shirt that looked older than her, well older than what she’s supposed to be. Y/n reluctantly changed out of Wally’s jacket and into the other clothes.
She emerged from the lost property room, to be greeted with a smiling Wally. “Oooh AC/DC, you know they’re in my top ten list of bands to work out to. “ the boy chuckled, taking his jacket back.
Wally felt a twinge of sadness, he longed to see her in just his jacket again. God why was he being such a perv. He just meant this girl. Y/n clears her throat, snapping Wally back to reality.
“What? Sorry did you say something” Wally rambled.
“No. you’re just stairing.” Y/n informs.
“Right, sorry. Ah should we.. I don’t know, go for a walk?” Wally suggests rubbing the back of his neck.
“That sounds nice, actually can we start outside.” Y/n asked.
“Of course, come on I’ll show you the football field.” Wally says excitedly.
Wally took y/n out to the field, but he couldn’t help but wonder, we’re they on a date?. Like does them going for a walk and chatting together count as a date. Eventually the two stopped at the five yard line, and took in the scenery, glazing at the moon and all the stars .
“Do you spend a lot of time out here, Wally?” Y/n questioned
“ not as much as you would think. I do like being in the library, theirs always new stuff to read in there. Sometimes I just go to the cafeteria and just watch the student, you know, see how things keep changing year after year.” Wally explains.
“You died in 84, didn’t you?”
“Ah yeah… how’d you know.” The boy asked.
“ well I remember sitting at a game one night and I saw the score board and thought. Who the fuck is this Wally Clark guy? So I googled you. But it never said how you died.”y/n says.
“Oh I was layed out in a tackle on the five yard line. Right where you’re standing actually.”
Y/n instantly took a step back, “shit sorry” she gave Wally an apologetic look.
“It’s ok, they’ve re-grassed this field so many times since then, I doubt there’d be any trace of me left.” Wally gave a light chuckle, but to y/n it seemed forced. “Anyway… here lay down.” Wally encouraged y/n lay on the field and look up at the sky.
It was quiet as they both scanned the flickering light of the night sky, until Wally turned his attention to the girl next to him. He studied her profile, the shape of her nose, how soft her lips looked under the moon light, the way her eyelashes fluttered when she would blink.
Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n noticed Wally staring, again. “You know you have a really bad staring problem, Wally.” Y/n states still looking up at the moon.
Wally immediately turns his head back to the sky. “Sorry.”
The air fell silent again, the only thing y/n could here was the sound of Wally’s soft breaths. It was her turn to stare, y/n looked at the kind boy next to her, he had been so sweet and helpful to her, and under the moon light she wondered why she hadn’t noticed how handsome he was before.
Wally turns and meets Y/n eyes. “ now who’s the one staring” they both chuckle before falling silent again, gazing at each other intently. Wally briefly glanced at the girls lips, only for a second and began to lean closer.
“Who’s that?” Both ghosts jumped apart at the sudden noise.
“Jesus, Dawn. Don’t sneak up on people like that.” Wally sighs.
“Oh I’m sorry, Wally. I just wanted to know who this lovely girl is.” Dawn apologises.
Wally sighs in annoyance “Dawn this is Y/n, Y/n this is Dawn.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Y/n says
“ you too. Did you die during practice?” Dawn asks.
“Practice?”
“Basketball practice, I just thought because of the shorts and the shirt..”
“Oh no these are from lost property, I died in the showers.” Y/n explains.
“Oh my. Well I’m sure one of the ghosts around here can sew, maybe we can make you some new clothes.” Dawn suggests.
“Really! That would be great.” Y/n smiles then looks at Wally, who seems slightly annoyed, “ you don’t mind, do you Wally?”
“No of course not, I’ve got stuff to do anyway.”
“Great” Y/n stands up and begins walking with Dawn back inside the school. “ Hey, Wally I’ll see you later ok.” Y/n shouts from the door.
Wally gives a thumbs up as the girls go inside. Laying back down on the field Wally sighs, asking himself so many questions. Why did he ever think that could of been a date? Why is he so attached to a girl he just met? What is he feeling? Is this what falling in love feels like?
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kennysboxergf · 9 months
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write smt for niko where reader has nails on and she’s just scratching nikos head and he falls asleep on her and is in awn of him please and thank u
Acrylics ~ Niko Omilana
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Ok alright so first of all my apologies i started writing this and then it took a mind of its own and ran away from me so im so sorry if this isnt exactly what you wanted 💔
Your fingers worked at Niko’s scalp as he lay in your lap. You felt as he sank deeper and deeper into your embrace and as his muscles relaxed under your new acrylic nails. You looked over at him and found only peace and relaxation in his expression, despite that you couldn’t help as your earlier conversation echoed in your head.
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“How do you do anything with those knives on your fingers?” is the question that pops you out of the book you were reading. You close it shut, knowing this conversation was not going to just disappear, when Niko wanted to know something he usually found out.
“What do you mean knives?” you ask, pretending to not understand the joke so he would drop it.
Of course, he didn’t drop it.
“I mean those long pointy things you’ve stuck onto your already long, pointy, nails” he answered, vaguely gesturing towards your hand with his. 
“My acrylics?” you asked back with a dead-pan look on your face.
“Nuh-uh” came the answer as he shook his head, “acrylic is a type of paint. You have literal murder weapons stuck to the end of your fingers” he finished with an accusatory point at your hands. 
You smiled simply in his direction before extending one long finger (+ nail) in his direction. You bent it towards yourself in a beckoning motion, willing him to come closer. He did so, albeit hesitantly. 
When he approached the couch you were settled on you grabbed onto his shirt and tugged him down. He fell (ungraciously) onto the couch right next to you with an oomph. When he settled he looked at you with a mix between a glare and a confused head tilt. You simply shrugged because you had no idea why you had done that either.
He opened his mouth as if to complain but you quickly shut him up with a finger on his lips. Once again he looked down at the finger in confusion but you didn’t utter a word, just rearranged his tall man limbs into your lap. He went quite easily, but as soon as the two of you were comfortable he opened his big mouth again.
“Your murder knives are stabbing me, y/n” he said once more with a trace of a pout on his lips.
You moved your hand from where it was resting on his stomach up to his scalp. You felt him tense as your nails first trailed through his curls. You muttered a soothing “don’t worry baby, these murder knives can do a lot more than just kill men.”
Well maybe that wasn’t too soothing but he did go from deep freeze rigid to just tense so it was a win you guessed.
And all of that led you to where you were right now. With his head in your lap as your fingers worked into his hair. He was actively just melting into you, his whole body relaxing. You smiled at his behaviour as his eyes fluttered shut.
After a couple of minutes of massaging you heard soft noises coming from your boyfriend. Small gasps and quiet moans of pleasure echoed in the room. He didn’t seem to notice as his head lay still, eyes shut and mouth slightly open.
You stop your motions and he jerks back into reality, his eyes open as he looks at you. 
“Baby, I’ll pay for your nails for the rest of the year if you just keep going right now” he promised quietly.
You chuckled but started with your motions once more, his eyes fell shut again. “No more murder knives?” You tease.
His head starts to shake before he realises he can’t do that with you massaging him. So he just mutters a simple “nothing that makes me feel this nice can be used for murder I take my words back” 
“Ok,” you respond but then continue after a pause, “but you can’t take back the words about paying for my nails” you warn him.
He smiles, “of course.”
as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3
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joeybsversion · 8 months
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I miss yous
Joe Burrow x Reader
You and Joe work through a messy break up
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“Who Dey!” Ja’Marr stuck out his hand for a high-five from Joe. “What’s wrong, bro?” He asked as Joe blinked his way back to reality.
“Good game, Ja’Marr.” He pulled the cigar from his mouth and gave a weak smile.
“You should be celebrating, Joe. That was a big game. What’s going on?” He asked taking a seat next to Joe.
“Just tired.” He lied. “Like you said, big game.” He pressed the cigar to his lips again.
“You miss her, don’t you?” Ja’Marr questioned. He took no response from Joe as a yes and patted his friends back as he walked off.
Across the city you finishing another drink, making yourself look busy so you didn’t have to watch Joe’s post game interview.
You pulled yourself from the couch and stumbled into the kitchen to pour another drink, your best friend close behind.
It had been 4 months now since you and Joe had broken up. Seeing his face all over TV didn’t make it any easier as they progressed their way through the division. The breakup was messy, Joe was away for a game and neither of you really got any closure. With work and taking care of things at home, you weren’t able to travel as much this season with him. You both had wanted to keep your relationship private but it almost became too private. Not even the two of you knew what was going on some of the time.
“You’ll be fine without him.” Your friend reassured you as she watched you down another drink.
“I know. I’ll probably even be happy.” You lied.
“So what’s the problem?” She asked, taking the now empty plastic cup from your hand and tossing it into the garbage.
You stared at his face on the screen across the room. The rest of our friends are watching his post game interview and celebrating another win. “It would have been easier,” you paused “to have been happy with him here.” You looked down. “I’m going to head home.” You pulled out your phone and ordered an Uber. “I’m tired.” You lied, much like Joe had done to Ja’Marr earlier that evening.
“Meet you at my place?” Tee stopped by Joes locker on his way out. They team always celebrated at Tee’s after the games.
“I’m pretty tired, might just head home. Next weeks a big one and I want to make sure I’m ready to go.” Joe lied, taking another long draw from his cigar.
“Ok man, I understand.” He walked towards the door “but if you change your mind you know where to find me.” He hollered as the door swung shut behind him.
Joe pulled on his hoodie and closed up his locker. “Time to get out of here.” He mumbled to himself, digging through his bag for his phone and keys. “Another night alone.” He sighed.
By the time he left the stadium, the sky was dark and it was starting to rain. As he got home, he dropped his bag at the front door, headed upstairs, and got into bed. You were still on his mind as you had been every day for the past 4 months, he so badly wanted to hear your voice. But you hadn’t reached out even one time since the breakup. He figured you had moved on and were fine without him.
Joe pulled out his phone and clicked through until he found your contact. Everything in his head was telling him not to text you. It was almost 2:30 AM now, you were asleep he thought to himself. But he didn’t care. Without another thought, Joe fired off a text “I miss you.” It read.
The rain was coming down hard now and it was pitch black outside. “I should’ve left a light on.” You mumbled as you climbed out of the Uber and made your way to the front door. “Where is my phone?” You fumbled through your bag trying to find it so you could use it as a flashlight. “There it is.” You heard it buzz and dug it out of the bottom of your bag. As you pulled it out you saw 2 new messages pop up.
yourbffsname: Let me know when you make it home!
Joey: I miss you
“I must be so drunk.” There is no way Joe texted you thought. You flipped your phone around and used the light so you could see to unlock the door.
You made your way to your room, quickly threw on an old sweatshirt Joe had left here and climbed into bed. You plugged in your phone and saw you had 2 new messages.
Joey: Alot
Joey: And I want to see you
You froze. Was this really happening? Was it some sort of prank? He should be celebrating with the guys, right?
Joe put his phone down, took a few deep breathes, and covered his face. He wanted you back so bad. He picked up his phone again, checking for a reply but nothing had come through yet. And then he did the unthinkable, he pressed the call button and placed his phone up to his ear.
“Hey.” He croaked out. “Did I wake you?” He asked.
“Hey…. No, no. I’m up.” You replied.
You both sat in silence for a few minutes waiting for each other to speak.
“How are you?” Joe asked.
“You can’t ask me that.” A tear slipped down your cheek. You tried to stay quiet so he wouldn’t know you were crying. “You can’t ask me how I’m doing…” you paused “after you tore me apart.” You managed to whisper into the phone.
“I’m sorry, baby.” His voice cracked. You thought he may be crying. You couldn’t talk without sobbing, so you sat quiet for a few minutes. “I miss you,” he whispered, “I’ve tried to tell myself I don’t. And I think I mean it too when it’s 4 PM and the crowd is going wild and we’re seconds away from winning another game. But before I know it, it’s 2 AM and I’m in bed staring at the ceiling and there’s a tiny ache in my heart that wishes you were here. I can’t close my eyes because it’s too hard to decide if I’m more scared of your absence or the possibility that I’ll always miss you.” His voice cracked again and you were almost positive he was crying now. “I miss how we use to talk. I miss our calls. I miss going to sleep knowing you were still mine the next day,” there was a long pause, “I’m missing you like shit tonight.” He croaked out. “This just sucks because I still care, I still want to fix things, and I still want you. I still want us. I still need closure.” He sighed. “I need you to say something.”
You sat in silence for a few seconds, trying to think of what to say next. “I miss you, Joey.” You whispered. “I really miss you.” Another tear rolled down your cheek. “We keep on exchanging ‘I miss you’s” you said, “but it’s sad because neither of us did anything to just see each other again.” You finished, referencing how you hadn’t seen each other since before you broke up. “I don’t think I can come to terms with how things ended,” you paused, waiting for him to say something. “You told me you loved me in the morning on your way out to the door,” you used your sweatshirt sleeve to wipe your eyes “and that night when you got to your hotel for the game, you didn’t anymore.” You cried out.
“I never stopped loving you.” He interrupted. “I’m sorry for how things ended….” There was another long pause as you both sat in silence. “I read through our old messages earlier when you use to tell me how much you loved me and I would tell you that you meant everything to me,” he continued, “those words are still true. I want to fix things. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He sniffled.
“I’m sorry too.” You cried.
“Come over, baby.” He said.
“Joey, it’s almost 3 AM. It’s late.” You reminded him.
“Please.” He whispered. “I need to see you.”
“Good night, Joey.” You whispered and ended the call.
You put your phone down, dried your tears, and rolled over. It was best to sleep this off and see how you felt in the morning. You really did miss Joe, but you were nervous to see him.
As you drifted off to sleep you heard knocking on the front door. “What time is it?” You rolled over and pulled out your phone. It was 4:27 AM. You had a message from Joe.
Joey: I can’t wait until tomorrow. I’m coming to see you and make things right.
He couldn’t actually be here you thought. You imagined the noises. It’s way too late and it would be too crazy for him to be here right now. You rolled back over.
Joe couldn’t fall back asleep after your call. The next thing he knew, he was standing outside your front door, knocking a firm sound against it. You opened the door, still half asleep, your face showing a mix of confusion and happiness.
Joe reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you onto the porch with him in the rain. He puts his lips against yours and his hands in your hair. You can feel the uncertainty behind the kiss, but you don’t stop.
When you pull back he looks at you and says “Your favorite way to be kissed is in the rain, you hate the color orange but will always wear it on game day. You love sleeping in on the weekends and vegetables disgust you.” He lets out a big breath before continuing, “You’re still on my mind and I don’t think that’s ever going to change.” With a watchful eye he looks for your reaction.
Your mouth turns up into another smile and you crash your lips together again
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mvltisstuff · 8 months
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Hi hun!!! can I do a request for Evan Buckley where reader is getting really stressed at work (she works in fast food or a restaurant, yes I'm projecting lol) and he visits her at work and helps home her down and get her less stressed? just a really fluffy comfort fic, I've had such a terrible day at work I need comfort lol 🫶🫶
this love - e.b
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summary: request
evan buckley x reader
gif from @housewifebuck
a/n: i’m so sorry about your day at work ml. i wanted to prioritize this so hopefully it makes your day a little better. <33 sending you the best wishes
y/n could already tell the day wasn’t going to be kind to her. working at a restaurant where the customers think they own the place can be hell, especially when the managers do nothing about it. she tried to walk in with a smile on her face, but some days it was near impossible.
it didn’t help that buck had to leave for work early today, her not being able to spend time with him before. it killed her not being able to see him or just talk to him. he always made her worries disappear and he was the reason good days were good. he knew all she dealt with, almost being grateful that he ran into fires and didn’t deal with snobby people.
y/n just tried to force herself through her long shift thinking about buck waiting for her when she got home. she so badly just wanted him to be there with her. but, he wasn’t there. so, she dealt with it like always and pushed through people complaining.
it wasn’t until one family walked in, four loud kids and parents who pretended they weren’t there. y/n was, of course, blessed with being their waitress for the night. she could visibly see the discomfort of the people around that table, their faces scrunching up after one of the children yelled once again. it came time for them to order drinks, and the smile plastered on y/n’s face was close to breaking.
“hi guys!” she said sweetly. “i’m gonna be helping you today, any drinks i can get you started with?” the kids didn’t even notice her existence, the dad ordering a large beer and the mother trying to order a drink. y/n could barely hear her over her children speaking way too loud. “and for the kids?”
“oh, yeah,” the mom turned to look at her kids. “hey! tell her what you want.”
“uh…” the boy looked at the menu, trying to pick something to drink as y/n tried to be patient with all of them. she should be in the back right now, getting them their beverages but she’s waiting on people who she can’t even hear. “dr. pepper, please.”
“no,” the mom spoke next. “we didn’t come her for soda, get something else.”
the kid rolled his eyes, giving y/n the same stare like it was her fault. she didn’t blame the kid, clearly the parents didn’t teach their children proper manners in a restaurant. “why?” he complained.
“listen to your mother, cameron,” the dad chimed in, snapping back into reality. “he’ll have a water.”
“alright,” y/n replied, keeping her cool still. she painfully takes the rest of the orders. “i’ll be back with those.”
she lines up all the drinks on the tray, walking back out and passing them to the family. she takes an order for any appetizers, and the kids dig in instantly when they come out. when y/n starts walking away, this old woman pulls her away to her table.
“hello, darling,” she begins, and y/n can already sense what she’s saying. “i’m sorry to bother you, i know you’ve got a lot on your plate, but could you maybe ask them to quiet down?” she questions, motioning to the family.
y/n wants to say yes, appreciating the kindness from the woman. however, the thing holding her back is that the family doesn’t look willing to lower their volume. “i’ll try, ma’am. i’m very sorry about all this.”
“no worries,” she smiles and y/n walks away. she figures she has time to form her question to the family incase they twist her words. when she comes back out to get their dinner orders, she decides to ask them.
“ok, are we ready for entrees?”
“yes, finally,” the mom says, adjusting herself in the seat and beginning. “i’ll do just a chicken breast, like, just the breast, and then a side of avocado.”
y/n looks at her confused, knowing that’s not an option on the menu but attempting to continue anyway. “i’m not sure that’s on the menu, is there anything specifically on there that interests you?”
“well, you have chicken and avocado because it’s in the other dishes,” she sighs. “so i can’t just do that?”
“most of our dishes are prepared ahead of time, so the ingredients are for those spec-“
“alright, can’t you just ask the chef?”
“i have had similar requests, and he’s not allowed to switch things up like that,” y/n starts to get more irritated, wishing she could just order a simple thing on the menu and be done with it.
“fine, whatever,” she rolls her eyes just like her child did. “come back to me.”
“ok, and for you?” she moves to the kids, asking them despite their lack of attention to her. the father is still gandering at the menu, neither of them focusing on their kids. her social battery is running out quickly, being physically drained from this family. she desperately looked at the clock, seeing that the time she was done wasn’t any where near. she sighed, looking back at the kids, hoping maybe they’d notice her now. maybe it was just her, but y/n felt like the kids were getting louder and louder by the second, acting like animals in the middle of the restaurant. their voices were ringing in her ears, completely overwhelming her as she said something to the parents. “i’m sorry, can you guys just get your kids to settle down? we’ve had more complaints from other tables and i just need to take your order to get the food for you.”
“i’m sorry,” y/n could tell by the tone in her voice that it was nothing but sarcasm. “isn’t this a family friendly restaurant? i mean, seriously, first it takes forever to order, and once we do, it’s not allowed to be made! like, who is in charge here?”
“miss, i’m sorry it’s been slow, but i’m just trying to make things as smooth as possible,” y/n says. “and family friendly does not mean this is somewhere to shout and mess around.”
“i’m just,” she chuckles, keeping the scrutinizing tone. “i cant believe the treatment we’ve gotten today, it’s completely ridiculous. how you have a job here still is beyond me. this whole place i’m surprised us still in business.”
y/n can feel the anger bubbling up, watching this woman degrade her and her job in front of everyone. it’s part humiliation, trying to figure out why she’s screaming at y/n in front of the other tables. “alright, listen,” y/n breaks. “i cant stop you from being upset, but if you let me try and help you, maybe we can fix it?”
“this is completely unacceptable,” the woman places her napkin on the table. “get me the person who’s running this.”
y/n turns away, going to find her incompetent boss to deal with them. once she looks all over for her, finding her at the entrance, she starts to talk. “hey, i’m sorry, i have a family here, the one with the super loud kids, the mom wants to talk to you. she’s not happy with me because i told her-“
“i don’t need the story, y/n,” her boss groans, looking at her. “i thought you could handle this.”
“she’s refusing to listen, i don’t know what to tell you,” y/n tells as if it’s not completely different as to how both of them are acting.
“go work downstairs at the bar if you can’t handle doing this,” her boss moves out of the way, just making y/n feel even more embarrassed and exhausted. she feels the families eyes burning into the back of her, trying to cover up the burning in her own eyes. the tears sizzle up on her waterline, but refusing to let them fall. she moves downstairs, hoping the people at the bar are more compliant down there. really, she just wants to go home and see buck.
he knows how hard it is. he’s had his fair share of difficult people, and he always knows how to bring y/n down. she imagines he’s here now, but he only is in her head.
she painstakingly takes drink orders from old dudes who think she’s cute, and orders from people who barely look 21. she pushes through anyway, the clock moving slow as ever. someone must be punishing her, screwing up the time and making it turn distinctly sluggish.
the next time the bell on the door rings, she just turns away, not wanting to handle another person today. she just wants her paycheck and to be done with the day, going home to lay with buck and feel his hands on her skin. some angel from above must’ve heard her, because she saw buck and his team walking into the bar. he normally goes to the other bars, but something told him be bad to see y/n.
normally, she answers a few texts in between waiting, sending him a sweet text or replying to one of his. he’s sent her several, apologizing for leaving so early and how excited he is to see her. no response or anything, just a quick read receipt alarmed him.
she looks at him and makes eye contact, letting her shoulders droop at he sits in front of her. “hi, baby.”
“hey,” she replies. “how was work?”
“it was pretty good, you?” he looks into her eyes, small and tired and he can immediately feel somethings wrong. the rest of the team turns away like they’re not listening, but secretly worried for their friends. “what’s wrong?”
“nothing,” she shakes her head. “what do you guys want tonight?”
“club soda for bobby, old fashioned for me,” she starts to turn away before getting the rest of the drinks, but buck won’t let her. “hey, you ok?”
“i’m fine,” she fake grins. “just let me get started with those.”
“there’s no rush, y/n, don’t worry about it,” buck tries to put his hand on hers, as she just looks down at it. he can see the light sparkling in her eyes, the certain one he never wants to see. “alright, come here.” he leads her behind the counter, pulling her away into the single bathrooms. when the door is finally locked behind them, the tears break in her eyes and they start flowing out. “no, baby, hey,” he swipes a few away, grabbing her hand and pulling her into his chest. “what happened?”
“i’m just doing the best i can and it’s not enough,” she says quietly, muffled by bucks jacket. his heart breaks to hear her sad voice, but he lets her continue. “i’m just trying to pay for my place and for school and it feels impossible right now. like there’s no purpose for me besides letting people get pissed at me at work.”
“listen to me, y/n,” bucks gentle voice starts. he picks his hands up and placed them on the sides of her face. “look at me. you’re always enough. those people aren’t worth any of these tears. i know it’s hard, but i’m here with you no matter what. your best right now is enough. those people are so blind that they can’t see that, and they don’t deserve you one bit.”
his words honestly just make her cry more, relieved to hear his sweet voice and loveliness. “no,” he smiles a bit. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you cry more.”
“no, no, thank you,” she looks back up at him and his beautiful face, and he looks at hers. even when she cries and looks broken, her beauty isn’t concealed and he’s here to save her. “i really needed you tonight.”
“if you ever, ever need me,” he gets closer to make sure she gets every word. “im here. always.”
“i love you,” she smiles, and he lands his lips on hers. the sweet taste of him on her lips brings her back down, letting herself relax into his hold. she brings down all her senses, allowing it to just be her and buck for now. all of her thoughts from earlier fade away, just knowing that buck thinks she’s enough.
“so fuck whoever made you feel this way,” he jokes, but not really joking. “say it, c’mon!”
“fuck them,” she smiles.
“there’s that smile,” he grins. “you ready? everyone really wanted to see you.”
“just a minute, tell them i’ll be out.” he nods, moving out of the bathroom to let her collect herself.
“she doing ok?” hen asks, curling her lips with a bit of pity.
“she’ll be ok,” he sits. “people just suck.”
“we’re all here for her,” bobby adds. buck nods, seeing her come out of the corner and going behind the counter.
“y/n!” chim excitedly says. buck loves to see the alluring smile on her face as she greets everyone, happy to make her day shine a little more.
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beestriker015 · 7 months
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Spider-Gwen x male s/o headcanons
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Before getting together, Gwen had a huge crush on s/o, who she sits next to in her science class.
She was attracted to his bashful and sweet personality, and would blush every time he’d greet her before class began.
Gwen really wanted to confess to s/o, but one thing made her hesitant to do so : the fact that she’s Ghost Spider.
“If we were in a relationship, he’d be put in danger, and if anything happened to him, I’d never forgive myself. Besides, what if he didn’t like me being Ghost Spider? What if he broke up with me over that? I just….I wish things weren’t so complicated.”
She says in her mind and psychs herself out every time she gets the courage to ask s/o out.
Eventually though, the young heroine’s feelings for s/o overtake the worries in her teenage brain and leads her to confessing to him after school.
“S/o, I…really like you and uhhh…god I’m so bad at this. Would you like to go out with me this weekend?”
She asks him awkwardly with a glint of hope in her eyes as she waits for his answer.
“To be honest, I really like you too Gwen, I’d love to go out with you.”
Her crush responds with a smile and slight blush on his face.
At that moment, Gwen felt like she was on cloud nine.
“G-great! I know just the place we can go. I’ll pick you up at your house around 7 this Saturday.”
“It’s a date. I’ll be looking forward to it. See you later Gwen.”
He walks away, leaving Gwen by herself, who smiles like an idiot and fist bumps the air in excitement of going on a date with her crush.
“I can’t believe it, I’m going on a date with s/o! Woo!”
Just then, the reality of her being a hero sets in, which she completely forgot about for a moment.
“Ok Gwen, take a deep breath. You’re just going on a date with him, if it becomes something serious, then you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. Until then, just be happy you’re gonna be going out with the guy you’ve been crushing on for a while.”
She quietly tells herself before grabbing her school bag and heading home.
When Saturday finally came around, Gwen got dressed for her date after a little encouragement from her friends MJ and Peter, and makes her way to s/o’s house to pick him up.
“Hey Gwen, you look b-beautiful.”
“S-so do you. U-umm, sorry! I m-meant to say that you look v-very…h-handsome.”
They both blush and stutter before Gwen cleared her throat and spoke up.
“A-are you ready to go?”
“Y-yeah, let’s go.”
With that, the two walked off and began their date.
Needless to say, their date went pretty well, with Gwen taking s/o to her favorite restaurant and having an amazing time together.
Of course s/o being the gentleman that he is, insisted on paying for the whole bill despite Gwen’s objections.
After eating, Gwen took s/o to her favorite spot in Central Park and just talked and laughed for what felt like hours.
“I had an awesome time with you Gwen.”
S/o tells her with a smile.
“I did too s/o.”
After a moment of silence, s/o speaks up.
“I was wondering if you would want to be my…girlfriend?”
“Yes! I’d love to be your girlfriend s/o!”
She exclaims in delight before hugging him tightly, thus beginning a wonderful relationship.
As a couple, Gwen and s/o go together like bread and butter.
They are a very lovey dovey couple, always holding hands and quoting things to each other that no one else understands.
(As happy as their friends are that the two got together, they wish the couple would just tone it down a little.)
When s/o first met his girlfriend’s dad, he was a little intimidated by him, but was relieved when Mr. Stacy told him he approved of him dating his daughter after seeing how happy he makes her.
The first one to say I love you was s/o, but Gwen immediately said it back to him with zero hesitation.
Seeing that her relationship is getting serious, Gwen decided to tell s/o that she is Ghost Spider, and does so in an interesting way.
S/o was shocked to see Ghost Spider hanging outside his window asking to come in, to which he reluctantly complied.
“G-ghost Spider?! What are you doing here at my house?!”
“What? Isn’t it normal for a girl to come see her boyfriend?”
“B-boyfriend?! What do you-”
Realization sets in as he looks at the heroine in surprise.
“G-Gwen?!”
She takes off her mask and waves at her boyfriend with an awkward smile.
“Hi babe. I…have some explaining to do.”
After explaining everything to s/o, and expecting him to be mad with her and possibly break up with her, Gwen was surprised when he pulled her into a kiss.
“Wow, I never would’ve guessed my awesome girlfriend was a superhero, that’s so cool!”
His response only made Gwen fall in love with him even more.
Now knowing that his girlfriend is a superhero, s/o is nothing but supportive, but that doesn’t stop him from worrying about her.
“Please be careful out there Gwen, I know you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but-”
He’s quickly shut up by his girlfriend giving him a quick peck on the lips.
“I promise you I’ll be fine babe. No need to worry.”
She tells s/o and hugs him briefly before suiting up and swinging away to deal with whatever crime is being committed.
Whenever Gwen gets injured from stopping criminals, s/o always has the first aid kit ready and takes care of her to the best of his abilities, not going unappreciated by his girlfriend.
“Thanks for patching me up babe.”
“No problem Gwen, if the situation was reversed, I know you’d do the same for me.”
“I love you s/o.”
He smiles and gently kisses her on the lips.
“I love you too Gwen.”
After finishing having her injuries tended to by her caring boyfriend, Gwen decides to repay him by taking him on a web-slinging tour of the city with him in her arms, both of them happy to have the other in their lives.
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heavyhitterheaux · 10 months
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No More Love For You
Gabrielle's Tale as told by @halfmoondaze
Heaux Tales of Jack Harlow
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Gabrielle watched Jack walk off the stage, with sweat all over him and his curls almost sticking to his forehead, wearing his white beater shirt and she couldn’t help but feel some type of way.
He was grinning from ear to ear as he interacted with all the members from his crew who were congratulating him on the show. Seeing him in his element and thriving made her feel so attracted to him, more than she already was if that was even possible.
She  didn’t even realize that she was lost in her own thoughts until Jack’s voice made her snap back to reality.  
“You good?”
“Yeah ... .you were amazing up there” She said shyly.
“Thanks babe” he said, putting his arm around Gabrielle and pulling her towards him in a hug and kissing the top of her head.
“Shit, sorry I forgot I stink” he said quickly realizing he was in need of a shower.
“Never bothered me before” She whispered only loud enough for him to hear.
He was taken back by her sudden boldness as she was usually shy and reserved.
“Is that so?”
She simply nodded while smiling at him. 
“Aight, I just have to say hello to a few more people…and then I’ll by all yours” he whispered in her ear.
“Ok, just don’t take too long”
He smiled to himself and walked away.
After 20 minutes, Jack came through the door.
“I see you didn’t forget about me” She said, playing with her hair.
“Never”
He cupped her face and started kissing her and it quickly turned into a full on makeout session.
Gabrielle  tangled her fingers into his curls while he held her waist deepening the kiss.
And suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Jack rolled his eyes and pulled away.
“Do you really need to take that?” She whined.
“It could be Neelam”
Gabrielle simply gave him a look. 
“Babe, she’s my boss. I can’t just blow her off”
“Alright” She finally said in defeat.
He looked at her in an adorable way and approached her.
“I’ll make it up to you”
“How?”
“Tomorrow is my day off. We can do anything you want. You’ll have me all to yourself for the whole day”
“Really?”
“Promise”
She pretended to think it through before coming up with an answer.
“Ok”
He kissed her, being satisfied with the answer he received. 
“I’ll be right back”
At that moment his phone started ringing.
“Wait, Jack-”
He walked out of the room before he could hear her.
“-you forgot your phone”
She simply sighed.
Gabrille wasn’t normally one to check on her partner’s phone, but considering it didn’t stop chiming nonstop, she thought that it wouldn’t hurt to take a look. Which was now something that she instantly regretted.
3 unread messages.
Hey babe
How was the show tonight?
The kids miss you and we can’t wait for you to get home. We’ll see you soon.Love you. 
Tears started flooding her eyes and before she knew it, she felt sick to her stomach. 
She took his phone and started scrolling through his previous messages with this woman.
He had a whole family: three children, two girls and a boy, who seemed to be around 2, 5 and 7 years old. 
All this time, she was a side piece.
At that moment Jack came back to the dressing room and stopped in his tracks when he saw her crying.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” he said with worry in his eyes as he walked up to her.
“Are you cheating on me?”
“What-”
“Am I your side piece?!” Gabrielle asked, starting to get angry.
“No, why would you even think that?”
“Then what’s this?!” She said while throwing his phone at him.
He picked up his phone from the floor and saw the conversation.
“I can explain,” he said, looking at her pleading.
“Screw you” She said as she started to gather her belongings. 
“Gabby, wait!” He said, taking her hand.
“Don’t fucking touch me”
He backed a few steps from her and simply sighed.
“I don’t want to see you again”
With that said, she took all of her things and left.
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y2ashlee · 8 months
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Barbatos x Female! Reader
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A/n: since I’m lazy you guys are dating in this.
The human _______ was very confused at Demonology and next week she had an exam so she was study, well trying to study that is with all the noise in the house it wasn’t helping. Basically, Mammon stole something of Asmo’s and then Asmo found it in Levi’s room and accused him and Mammon stole something from Levi again and then Satan caught him. And Beel was in the kitchen eating while Belphie was laying in the hallway asleep and Lucifer wasn’t home so basically there was no peace and quite in the house and they all came to her so they could get her on their side. “I’m not getting in the middle of this..” she said and grabbed her textbooks and put them in her bag. “Bye.” She said leaving the house and in reality she was just going to sit outside and try to study until Lucifer came home. The brothers continued their loud agreements. She sighed and sat on the front stairs and got out her books. “_____, what are you doing outside?” She jumped and looked up seeing Lucifer. “Their arguing and I can’t study..” she says sighing. He sighs along with her. “Sorry, Barbatos guess I’ll have to handle this, apologies.” Lucifer said and walked inside. “Hello, ______.” Barbatos said. “Hello, Barbatos how are you?” She asked. “I’m well thank you for asking. What are you doing here?” He asks referring to the textbooks. “Well I’ve got a Demonology test next week and I’m trying to study but obviously with all the noise and distractions in the house it’s hard.” She sighed. “Did you ask, Satan to help you?” Barbatos asked. “He’s part of the noise and distractions.” She said. “Well you could have asked me.” Barbatos said. “I’m always up to help you if you need it.” She smiled. “Really thank you, Barbatos, but I better let Lucifer know.” She said. “Yes, he will worry where you are if not.” He said. She nods and messages Lucifer. “Ok we can go now.” She said putting her things in her bag. “Then let’s go.” He smiles at her.
Time skip cause I’m lazy and didn’t think of anything before hand so I’m making this up as I go~
“Now to help you study I came up with a sort of game where if you get a question right you get a treat.” Barbatos said bringing out some biscuits. “Now I have a question ready, what is a Jinni?” He said as he sat down on his bed and gesturing her to sit on the desk chair. “It’s an Angel right and it’s used in the Islam language if I remember?” She said thinking for a moment. “That is correct, _____ dear, you may have a biscuit.” He smiled slightly. She gently took one of the small biscuits and bit into it. “Mm these are amazing~!” She said smiling. “Thank you now on to the next question. What is an Amir?” He said watching her take another bite of his biscuit. “Hmm, it’s an angel that lives among humans?” She said questioning her answer. “Correct, you may have another.” He said looking at her text books and notes. “As much as I love your biscuits I think if I eat to many I’ll probably vomit.” She say finishing her first biscuit. “Well we could make things more interesting? If that’s what you want~” he said smirking slightly at her. “What do you mean about that?” She asked. “Well how about for every correct answer you get I’ll take off one piece of clothing, but for every question you get wrong, you have to take off a piece of clothing.” He said with a grin. She blushed but nodded. “I-okay, at least I can vomit then.” She chuckles. He nods. “That would probably be for the best, but feel to have some biscuits regardless. But now onto more questions, what is a Shaithan?” He asked going through her notes. “It’s a rebellious Jinn?” She said going over her words. “Yes indeed but they are also malicious.” He said. “Oh yes I usually forget that.” She said going over the fact in her mind. “Well since you got one right I’ll take of my gloves, let’s could them as one.” Barbatos said and slipped his gloves off and placed them on his bedside table. “Next question, What is the name of a stronger type of Jinn that tries to steal information from heaven called?” He asked. “I believe that’s a If- no it’s a Marid, an Ifrit is the most powerful Jinn.” She said with confidence. “You are correct with both, well done and for that you get a to for one~” he said as he stood up and unbuttoning his blazer and sliding it off before hanging it up then he takes off his cummerbund and drops it to the floor. “Next question..”
This went on for quite a while until the human _______ was still mostly clothed the only thing she had to take off were her shoes and socks and her school blazer while Barbatos was only in his trouser’s. “I think this will have to be our last question as it seems to be getting late. “Oh you’re right.” She said looking at the time. “Now, what is a Hatif?” He asks looking at her watching every body movement she made. “A Hatif is a name for a specific demon that strangled children.” She says not confident with the answer. “Sadly you are incorrect, a Hatif is a mysterious phenomenon which can only be heard but never seen.” She sighs remembering it. “But if you can name what the strangling demon is I’ll let you go~” he says grinning. She blushed and thought. “Is it a Ghul?” He shakes his head. “A Ghul is generally evil but lives in the desert, a Qarinah is what you were after.” She nods. “I better get those memorised before the test.” He nodded. “Well since you got them wrong I can’t let you go now since you owe me two pieces of clothing that need to be removed~” he says and walks over to her kissing her neck seductively. “I know, I know.” She said and unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off as it draped over the back of the chair. She then stood up and was about to take off her skirt but he stopped her. “Why not take of your bra?” He says sliding in behind her and gently kneeing the back of her leg and her legs gave out as he sat down and guided her onto his lap. She blushed darkly and covering her mouth with her fist. “I-I didn’t like you wanted that..” she trails off. He smiles and unclips her bar and slides it off her shoulders and it tumbles to the ground. He places his hand gently on her breasts and gently massages them kneading them like dough his thumbs gently rubbing her nipples as she bites her lip gently her face got from her blush. “I-I thought you needed to go somewhere.” She squeaks out. “No, I just wanted to do something else is all.” He said kissing her neck and leaving small bruises on her skin. She sighed at the feeling of his touch to be this close to him felt wonderful. “Let’s move this to the bed, wouldn’t want you sliding off.” He said standing up and carrying her over to his bed and placed her down gently before reaching over to his beside table. “I hope you don’t mind if we use some...utensils~” he asked remerging in his draw. “I don’t mind but please nothing painful.” She says. “Okay dear as long as you consent.” He said pulling out a blind fold a length of cloth. He wrapped the lace around her wrists gently and tied it to the top of his bed frame and then placed the blindfold over her eyes.
“Is this okay, _____ my dear?” Barbatos asks and draped his fingers down her body to the waistband of her skirt. She nodded. “Y-yes.” She said and gasped as he felt him slide her skirt down her legs before she heard it drop to the floor. He licked his lips as kiss lent down and kissed her skin above the waistband of her underwear before he slowly slid them down and tosses them aside. He gently caressed her outer walls feeling her shudder against him made him bite his lip as he continued to move his finger between her outer walls slowly going faster as his arousal grew. She moaned softly at the feeling hearing him lick his lips and the sounds that came from her downstairs. “Aah~” she gasped her eyes closing under the blindfold as she gripped the cloth gently. He smiled and pulled away from her. She felt him get off the bed and heard something drop. “Just a moment my dear~” he said stepping out of his trousers and underwear before putting on some protection. He sighed at the cool feeling of the condom on his cock as he climbed back onto the bed and placed his member outside her walls. “Are you ready?” He asked his voice low and smooth. She nodded and gulped bracing for the feeling of him entering her. He slowly slipped his cock through her walls hearing her uncomfortable breaths. She bit her lip gently as he pulled out a little and slowly pushed back in as he repeated the slow movements. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was keeping as he continued. She sighed as the pain started to dwindle little by little and the pleasure finally started as he picked up his pace grinding his hips into hers trading to find her pleasure spots. He pulled her legs closer to him and placed one on his hip as he went deeper into her core. “Barb-!” She said as she felt him rubbing gently on her clit she curls her toes feeling the pleasure get to her. He grins as he bucks his hips deeper into hers.
“_-______!” Barbatos groans as he feels his cock tremble and he shudders and he continues gripping the blankets underneath his hand as he came but he didn’t stop as he continued to ride out his high hopping he could make her reach hers. He puts her leg on his shoulder as he grinds deeper into her her moans slowly getting louder and cutting off half way before her walls finally clench around him her orgasm arriving as she moaned his named lowly. “Barbatos~!” She says her eyes closing and her body shuddering. He shudders once more as he came once more. He breathes heavily as he slowly slows down before pulling out of her and disposing of the waste. He breathes heavily. “Are you alright my dear.” He asks undoing the cloth and taking off her blindfold. “Y-yes, but I don’t think I’ll be able to walk home for awhile.” She says feeling embarrassed. “That’s okay, you can stay here with me. I’ll let, Lucifer know.” He said and kissed her forehead and he gently raised her up and placed her under the bed sheets and blanket before getting his phone and messaging Lucifer.
Barbatos: _____ will be staying here for the night, she feel asleep while studying.
Lucifer: That is fine just make sure she gets rest as well.
Barbatos: Will do.
Meanwhile in Diavolo’s room~
“I’m so glad, Barbatos got me into listening to these audiobooks before bed.” He said to Little D and took off his headphones and placed them on his bedside table. “A-ah, yes so glad, my lord...” Little D said as he curled up at the end of Diavolo’s bed knowing that he was the only one who heard those noises. “Goodnight, Little D.” Diavolo said as he slid into bed and got comfortable after turning off his lamp. “Goodnight, my Lord!” Said Little D. Now all throughout the Demon Lord’s castle everything was silent even the mince. Barbatos smiled and slid into bed and kissed ______’s bare shoulder. “Goodnight.” He said knowing that she was already asleep.
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Hope you enjoyed. I struggled with writing for Barbatos as everyone only writes about him being into bdsm and whatnot.
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dorisslut · 1 year
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Cuddle buddies
Lee Felix x Fem reader
Summary: Felix is feeling lonely and he texts y/n and asks her to come over and cuddle.
bestfriends to lovers, Itzy is mentioned
A/n bro i love him sm he’s so beautiful :(
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You were at your friend Yejis house, sitting in her room talking about random stuff but you got a text from someone.
Lixie🐥❤️: heyy y/n!
y/n: hey lixie! what’s up?
Lixie🐥❤️: can you come over? i need my cuddle buddy :(
y/n: awe i wish i could i’m with yeji :(
Lixie🐥❤️: can you come after?
y/n: i might be sleeping over but i’ll see :)
Lixie🐥❤️: ok! text me if you can come over!❤️
You smiled at the messages, feeling butterflies in your stomach.
“Was that felixxx?”
“yess” Yeji always teased you about felix, she thinks you have a crush on felix. But what no one knows is that you do. You have a crush on your best fucking friend. You got snapped out of your thoughts when you saw a hand in front of your face.
“y/n? are you ok?”
“yeah i’m good, just zoned out”
“we clearly” i stuck my tongue out at her jokingly at her sarcasm.
“um i might not be able to sleepover today” you were nervous telling her because you cancel out on sleepovers to see felix a lot.
“why this time? are you going to see felix?” you knew you couldn’t hide it anymore.
“yes, i’m sorry he asked me to come over and i feel bad saying no to him” you said being sincere with her.
“nah it’s all good! go get your man!” she yells happily pushing you out of her room. you texted felix letting him know your coming over right now.
Y/n: I’m on my way right now, i’ll be there in about 5 minutes!
Lixie🐥❤️: Yay!
After 5 minutes you go up to his door ringing his doorbell. You hear him come running to the door, next thing you know the doors open and felix has thrown himself on you in a tight hug.
“Hi lixie!” you wrapped my arms around him trying to gain heat since he wont let go of you and its snowing outside.
“ah i missed you so much n/n (nickname)”
“lix, can i come in it’s freezing out here” He unwrapped him arms from you, taking away the heat he gave you and let you in the door. you took your shoes and jacket off and as soon as they were off he pulled you into his bedroom.
He jumped on his and got under the covers opening his arms, signaling he wants you to come in bed with him. You comply and hop on his bed and nuzzle your face in his chest, since you were just outside in the freezing cold for awhile.
“what movie to you want to watch?” he asked trying to move out of your grip to grab the remote.
“noo don’t leave, just want to stay like this” you whined st him sounding like a child who just got their toy taken away from them. He laughed at you coming back to you. That’s one thing that made you fall for him, his laugh.
“Do you not want to do anything? just stay like this?” he looked down at you only to see you looking at him, you put your head back in his chest quickly like nothing happened. But he tilted your chin to look up at him.
The heavy eye contact giving you butterflies and feeling your face heat up.
“What’s the blush for, hm?” You feel him he’s teasing you, as of he knows somehow.
“I’m not” you tried to put your face back into his chest but he kept his fingers under your chin to keep you looking at him.
“What’s wrong, why are you blushing?” he asks not teasing you this time.
“Nothing, i’m just hot” In reality your freezing cold.
“Then why are you trying to keep close if your so cold?” now he was teasing you again. You were stuck, you had no words to say, no other excuses you could say. So you decided, fuck it just tell him how you feel about him.
“I-i like you felix” you felt so embarrassed, you just confessed your feelings for your bestfriend and stuttered while doing it. ‘Shit y/n you probably just ruined you friendship! you shouldn’t have said anything!’
“I like you to, i have been waiting for you to say something for the longest time.” he leaned in brushing his lips against yours.
“Can i kiss you?” without answering you lean in and kiss his soft plush lips.
“Would you want to be my girlfriend y/n?”
“Of course” He grabbed the remote and put a movie on.
“what movie is this?” i ask looking up into his beautiful eyes.
“i have no idea” we laughed and cuddled together watching the movie until we fell asleep.
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berrychanx · 11 months
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TMMN EP 16 Analysis
I have so much to say i don’t know where to start, I’ll focus on the character development and the episode itself I love that Lettuce seems more confident in herself, cares for her looks, takes the lead, volunteers to help etc.
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Yes it’s all means to an end for her, to get closer with Shirogane but his words really left an impact on her,
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 even before that she already wished to change at the start of episode 8
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But if it wasn’t for his words she would probably never have the courage to change.
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Look at that happy smile. even Zakuro notices she has changed and its doing all of this for a reason. Zakuro LITTERALY is the big sister of the group.
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LOL, Ryou is in another world ..... Poor Lettuce is getting chrushed and pushed on into his chest...You can feel the embarassement in her face ... while Ryou is just there being Ryou ... he’s not even aware...He acts so different with the other girls and Ichigo...If it was Ichigo in Lettuce play he would start bashing her.
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GOOD GIRL, DOING RESEARCH BEFORE HAND
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Sorry for this two random screesnhots but this just proves my theory about this season, exploring the Blue Knight identidy and the search for the mew aqua
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Ryou notices something’s wrong with Lettuce. he calls out for her (probably worried and to snap her back to reality) ... I feel sad for Lettuce, relating to the Little Mermaid story
Meanwhile Kish appears and tries to steal the earrings, everyone thinks it contains Mew Aqua but Ryou ain’t gonna let that happen. I’M SO GLAD FINALLY A CHARACTER THOUGHT ABOUT GRABBING HIS LACE XD
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Anyways Kish and Lettuce fight, Kish wins the battle and retreats?? Because? Letttuce is thrown out by the window and into the ocean, sinking and comes in contact with a light, thinking its mew aqua Similar to episode 19 of the original anime
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She gets transported into another time, when the aliens still inhabited this planet and we get more lore (seperate post)
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Lettuce then helps her new friend by giving her some advice and words of encouragement like someone once did to her.
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Back into her own timeline, Shirogane goes to her aid. Finally alone with Ryou, Lettuce comes to accept her feelings for him, and know the viewers have a confirmation that it was actually love
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Shirogane is caught by surprise, his reaction says it all. HE NEVER THOUGHT SOMEONE COULD LOVE HIM, AND HAVING THE SHY GIRL FROM THE GROUP CONFESS TO YOU? WHAT? THE SHY GIRL?
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He even forgets his cool act
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At least he thanks her for having the courage to say something so important. BUT LIKE I SAID A COUPLE OF TIMES, THIS MAN ONLY LIVES FOR ONE THING AND ITS HIS LIFE WORK / PROJECT
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He completely didn’t say no nor did he said yes..... it’s left on open and i hope once the season ends this subject is brought up again.
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Like I mentioned on this post, Shirogane really cares for everyone, the burden he carries etc. Go read the post here,
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I would translate it too, I’m sorry but I can’t answer your feelings right now, Lettuce
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She took this in such a mature way, not loosing her compuster in from of him...
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Ryou’s aware he hurt her feelings, that she’s broken, wanting to cry but holding it lal inside
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He smiles at her and leaves her alone, despite being sad and heartbreaking, it was the best option in my opnion. She wouldn’t have cried in front of him.
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I LOVE THE FACT THAT ZAKURO WAS THE ONLY ONE SELF AWARE OF THIS, MADE A DISTRACTION TO GET THE OTHERS WAY AND BE ALONE WITH LETTUCE AND COMFORT HER
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She really is the big sister of the group, the big sister to all of the other girls.
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It’s ok, you’re alone now, you can cry, let it all out.
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And the episode ends with Lettuce crying in Zakuro arms. It was a fantastic episode in my opinion, I would love if it focused a bit more on the aliens culture, Lettuce asking questions  but I understand, the alien situation was there for Lettuce to compare herself with the earrings original owner and their situation and inspire her to confess to Ryou.
The original anime had thrown in this Ryoutasu moments but it was all very vague, New at least develops her feelings. I hope in the end she gets a definitive answer, if that never happens...nothing I can do but accept it, we know in a way the Mew Project is never “finished”, A la mode gave us the roses crusaders Return had the girls dealing with loosing parasites. There’s the PS1 game. So maybe leaving their relationship in open its for the best.
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halfmoondaze · 1 year
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Hey girl! Love your writing ♥️ can I request jack harlow co parenting with you and your toddler is getting old asking why mom and dad don’t live together like other moms and dads and she is just having a hard time understanding why you can’t be together. You call Jack over for once a week dinner all together and you start to both catch feelings again? Tyyyyy if you write this
The Best Thing I Ever Had Before
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When you found out you were pregnant with Aitana, you didn’t expect Jack to want to stay. Sure you have been going out for 7 months prior, and even though your relationship was exclusive, you didn’t want to trap him into raising a baby when his career was just taking off.
You were on tour with Jack when you found out; and with Jack being busy, he didn’t notice your constant nausea and weird food cravings. But Urban and Neelam did. So as soon as they connected the dots, they approached you about it and convinced you to take the test just to make sure.
That was a morning you could never forget. Since the night before, you had woken up several times rushing to the bathroom to throw up. At one point you were starting to feel bad for keeping Jack awake, but he brushed it off by staying up with you and ordering room service so you could have something in your stomach before going back to bed.
The next morning when Urban and Neelam went into you and Jack’s hotel room, Jack told them nonchalantly about you feeling sick last night, and they were surprised that Jack didn’t suspect anything.
Neelam then told Jack she was going to keep an eye on him, but in reality, she was going to have a small intervention.
She convinced Y/N to take a pregnancy test just to rule that out.
“Hey, it would be ok. I'll be right next to you while we wait for the results” she said rubbing your back.
“Actually, I think I would like to be on my own while I take it if you don’t mind”
“Um sure. That’s fine. Well I’ll be in the lobby, I need to make some calls anyways, but text me if you need anything”
“Yeah” you smiled at her.
A few minutes after taking the test, you glanced at the test.
‘Pregnant’ it read.
And just like that, your world came crumbling down. Before you could process everything, you found yourself gathering all your belongings before heading towards the door making sure to leave a note to Jack before leaving.
Your heart was shattered and the only thing on your mind right now was to escape from all of this.
Somehow, you managed to get out of the hotel room and outside the hotel without Neelam seeing you. But to your surprise someone else did.
“Y/N? What are you doing? What’s going on?” he asked worried upon seeing you outside the hotel building with your travel bags.
“Jack. I thought your interview wasn’t going to be over until two more hours”
“It got canceled. You didn’t answer my question”
At that moment, Neelam came rushing outside the hotel building feeling instantly relieved upon realizing you haven’t left.
“Neelam, what’s going on?” Jack asked her.
“Y/N?” she said waiting for you to explain.
“Jack, I’m pregnant”
You could see by his face that he was taken back and surprised by the sudden news.
“How- how are you feeling right now?”
You looked at him confused not expecting that to be his initial reaction.
“I- I don’t know” you paused for a moment. “Look, I don’t want to affect your career. I know how hard you worked to get to where you are now, and I don’t want to trap you into raising a baby if you’re not ready. I’ll just figure it out myself”
You were about to walk away when he took your hand stopping you in your tracks.
“Y/N, I’m just as responsible for this as you are. You don’t have to go through this alone. Please let me help you out”
And since then, Jack has stayed by your side. He canceled the remained dates of his tour, went to every appointment, and was there for you in anything you needed.
In October, you welcomed Aitana into the world, and her arrival brought so much joy to your and Jack’s life. You and Jack found a way to get back together shortly after, but that didn’t last long, because three years later, you and Jack split up. The constant arguments and not being on the same page most of the time proved to be more than you could handle. However, you and Jack still cared for one another and always will.
Tonight, Jack was coming over for dinner. It was something you both agreed to do to be able to spend time together as a family; even though you and Jack were separated. The night went by smoothly filled with laughter as Jack joked around here and there, which made having dinner with your ex more enjoyable. These dinners also allowed Jack to be more involved in Aitana’s life, taking into consideration he only gets to spend time with her during the weekends, as It was initially agreed during the separation on both sides.
Jack had already put Aitana to bed when he found you in the kitchen doing the dishes.
“Hey, I saw that painting you have in the hallway. Looks really cool”
“Oh, thanks. It's mine, I actually painted it”
“You did? You got back into painting?”
“Yeah, I thought it was time to give it a go”
“That’s great. I’m proud of you, I know how you wanted to get back to painting since you finished school”
You didn’t expect him to remember something you told him the first two months you started dating. And as you recalled all those old memories you couldn’t help but resurface old feelings you thought you had lost for Jack.
“Wow, I….didn’t though you remembered that”
“Well, I always have rooted for you”
You laughed at yourself.
“The last couple of years have been crazy, huh?” you said.
“It has”
“Look at all you’ve accomplished, a Grammy nomination, a new album…. it all you ever dreamed of”
“And I couldn’t have imaged going through all of those experiences with anyone else”
At that moment he looked at you in a way he hasn’t looked at you in years, and you swore you could see a sparkle in his eyes.
He took your hand and you saw sparks.
“Jack-“
“Y/N, I still love you”
“What?”
“I do. You’re the best thing I ever had before”
You stood there for a moment before giving an answer.
“There’s nothing I would love more”
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