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blueikeproductions · 9 months

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Kurt Kelly is getting dressed after practice and a shower, wearing a tight fitting suit that just barely fits him. Being freakishly tall and an amateur teen bodybuilder in a town without a Big & Tall section doesn’t leave the guy with a lot of options. The bulky Thrash, walking by with just a towel around his waist heading towards the shower, takes notice of Kurt trying to remember how to tie his tie.

Thrash: Yo Kelly, who died this time? Heheh.

Ram and Throttle, also heading towards the shower, both whack him upside the head in annoyance.

Throttle: Idiot. Ram: Shithead.

Thrash: Ooooowwww, what’d I say? Kids have been dropping left and right lately, y’know! Specs and Chandler! It’s an honest question, isn’t it?!

Ram: You forgot what today is, didn’t you, Thrash…?

Thrash: What, his birthday? I dunno…??!

Kurt gave up on his tie and put on a Grayskull themed bolo tie instead: There we go! Feels more me…! -looks at his watch- Ah shit, I gotta go…! -jogs out the door-

Ram: -sighs wearily and leaves a confused Thrash-

-In the hallway, Veronica, Braverman, Jamie, Tracey and Martha are talking amongst themselves. Betty Finn, having started to assimilate into the Heathers with the void left by Red is eavesdropping while talking to Green and Gold about upcoming lunch time polls.-

-Kurt jogs by and crashes into Braverman and Jamie, all three boys tumbling over each other.-

Kurt: Aw shit! Jamie: My leg! Braverman: My scapula!

Veronica: Whoa! Whoa, where’s the fire, Kurt?

Tracey: Late for a hot date as usual, I’m sure. -adjusts her cigarette in her lips, trying to untangle the heap of boys laying before her, with Martha helping-

Kurt: Sorry, sorry…! -still tangled up with Braverman as Jamie got free first, so the two boys are slightly blushing, and semi aroused…- Practice ran longer than I thought and I’m late for a family thing…! Braverman: -still blushing-…W-wow, you clean up nicely, Kurt…! (Kurt: Aw, thanks, Dan-O!) Uh I mean, w-what-what’s going on? Cousin getting married? -is freed by Martha, allowing Kurt to stand up-

Kurt: Uh not exactly… -starts jogging in place- It’s the anniversary of my mom and big sister’s … death.

Martha: Oh that’s right…! That horrible plane crash….

Tracey: It’s the reason I refuse to step on a plane.

Jamie: Aw dude…

Veronica: …Oooff, I forgot about that. I convinced myself your dad was just divorced…

Braverman: I didn’t know you had a sister. Kurt: Yeah… My dearly departed big sister Kelly…! She died when I was six…

Veronica: …Wait, your sister’s name was Kelly?

Kurt: What’s wrong with that?

Braverman: Her full name is Kelly Kelly…?

Kurt: So? She’s named after my grandmo-OOOOOH, I hear it now.

Jamie: That’s like if Peter Parker was named Peter Peterson.

Kurt: -still jogging in place, starting to leave- Anyway my old man, the sap that he is, likes to throw a memorial party since my ma and sis were the social butterflies in their day, and Dad thought it best that’s how they’d want to be remembered with an event at the Sherwood Park. Anyhoo I gotta split…

Veronica: Wait how are you going to get to the park? You took the school bus this morning.

Kurt: -stops- Shit! Right. Dad took the truck. Ummmm… BRAVERMAN! You have a car! Kinda!

Braverman: I do…!

Kurt: You bet your cute ass you do! You can take me there! …Hey why don’t you all come? Ma and Kelly were always big on friends and family being together!

Martha: …We’re friends…?

Kurt: Why not? Me and Ram have been getting back on board with Team Ronnie lately since we started being bros with Dan-O. -gives Braverman a playful noogie-

Braverman: He’s right…!

Betty: -still eavesdropping, frowns at this mixing of cliques. Sure there was a bending of the status quo with Veronica during Red Heather’s rule, but that was the exception not the rule. Ever since Braverman and JD moved into town, the school has started to break down its conformity more and more, and it’s been stressing her poor new leader Heather Duke out. Perhaps, Betty thinks, it’s about time to be doing something about these independent thinkers…-

Veronica: -half smiles, her desire to see classmates return to their kinder selves is slowly coming true- Ok, sure. We’d be happy to come.

Martha: Totally!

Jamie: Uh sure!

Tracey: I got nothing else going on.

Braverman: Haha, it’s a date then.

Kurt: Hey what about Po Diddly? He’s usually attached to your hip.

Braverman: Oh Jason’s doing something with his dad the rest of the day. I pray he’ll be safe with that dragon… Anyhoo, let’s get going. Autobots, Roll Out!

-They assemble out into the student parking lot and pile into Braverman’s VW bug, and take off down the road-

-JD meanwhile is riding on his motorbike back to the school, relieved his father-son time was interrupted by Bud needing to survey the construction of a new attachment to Sherwood mall.-

JD: Finally free. Now to find Danny-boy and Veronica so we can… -sees Braverman’s car drive by on the high way with Kurt’s head hanging out the passenger window because he’s too tall-

JD: …The FUCK…? -Shocked and breaks, doing the Akira bike slide into the McClures parking lot- D-Danny-boy? -sounding upset, watching the car drive further away from him.-

#blueike productions #blueike #jd heathers #heathers the musical #heathers au #heathers #heathers 1989 #heathers movie #heathers ocs #jason dean headcanons #jason dean #kurt and ram #martha dunnstock

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3000000m · 25 days

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dear johoney,

hi. its been almost two years since you left. i feel like ive gone through so much that the time that passes from when i last saw you has gone so fast. and for some reason its like i still feel as if everything like just happened. i get impacted the same way still and i think about it everyday. im really sorry and i apologize if thats not something you’d wanna hear yaknow.

i feel like if you were coming back you’d wanna hear me say something like “i’ve focused so much on me” or “i’m doing so much better now and i’ve grown so much” or idk some bs like that. well i’ve tried to focus on me as much as i can. i’m really trying to put myself first and be better everyday. and i just like, cant seem to get better. i don’t feel better, i think i feel worse. i’ve gone through a lot of things, things i wish i could be honest w you about and just lay out to you. i guess there’s a part of me that misses talking to you. sometimes i felt like i did most of the talking anyways because you know how i am, but even then, i loved hearing you talk. even in my wrongs or shortcomings, to hear you be honest, or tell me how you feel, or just talking in general, i really loved it. not because of whatever subject, but i felt like, you were telling me things, because you wanted to. you wanted to share with me. and i felt like we shared a lot. i feel like, even though you don’t know me now, you could still pick me apart like you did before. it was instant when we first met.

but i cant say thats forsure you know. i feel, different. i dont want the things i wanted before, or desire what i desired. but im also not as happy, and not as, idk maybe i lost my will along the way when trying to get past you. i lost my will and i still cant get over you. i just want to be alone. there’s just so much pressure in, everything. i felt like before i could handle it, not even just w you i mean but even after, i was alright. i tried my hardest to get through. and i just, feel like i’ve lost myself now.

i dont know. parts of me cant bare life anymore. i feel like thoughts get worse by the day. im struggling to find reasons or things that make me feel like i have to keep going.

and as much as you’d probably hate this, sometimes i think the only thing keeping me running is the idea of seeing you again. trying again. its like im living for nothing. because i feel like you’ll never come back. for so long, i was holding onto this idea that, we’re just intertwined, and that we would be destined to find eachother again. but i feel like now its more as if, im just gonna live my life until i die, just so i can wait and see if we’ll find eachother again.

i know, its not good. its not something you’d wanna come back to. i’m here talking like you’re even considering it, but i don’t think so. things i felt before i still ponder about. like what was real, and what wasn’t. i still just randomly think of moments or times and start to pick them apart in my head. and think about your actions and things you did or said, and how i felt and thought about those things then, and if it was me now, i feel like things would’ve been different. but that’s what i’m supposed to feel like i guess right.

i’m trying my best. i always fucking say that. and that’s why it sucks you know. my best is shit. i feel like everything i do my best in i just ruin. maybe there’s more wrong with me that i don’t know, or maybe i’m just like, idk. i’m really trying. it’s so hard to push sometimes. maybe i’ve already given up on myself. i’m just trying to prove to you i can do it.

i want so bad to prove you wrong in everything you said to me. but at the same time, i dont even want the same things anymore. and i cant tell if thats a good or bad thing sometimes.

i wish we had more time. but im sure you are making your time the best you can. i dont know where you are or what youre doing, if youre with someone or if you live in the same place, i dont know anything. all i know is, youre you. and if youre just being you, then all i can do is be happy. i wish i was apart of that, i wish i could be the reason.

well, wherever you are, i hope you’re well. i’m so proud of you. i’ll try my best to do the same, even if you don’t see it.

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windupantenna · 2 years

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i wrote this on the last ferry back to the airport, trying to make sense of the anxiety that has gripped me terribly every time i travel. why am i writing an introduction, though, instead of just posting the words as they are? i don’t know. but i do want you to know it isn’t easy sharing these things. it feels like… a torrent of honest passion that i shove into the world hastily, averting my eyes to the fact other people know these things about me. i treat this like i am posting privately, to an anonymous audience of strangers… even though this is a public account, and i know most of you here. but please don’t take for granted the things i share, as i often do. i forget the courage it takes to be vulnerable. it’s so easy to log out of an account and dissociate from the reality of people seeing what i wrote; it’s closer to brazen impulse, really. but it’s much harder to vocalize these things in person. i feel like i am choking on my words, that my ability to string them together in the moment will blow away into meaninglessness once spoken. a weak cobweb in a strong wind, feeble silk trying to hold something bigger than words i speak. and those words fall short of their meaning, because my words in my voice never feel special enough. they are easy to forget, easy to stumble over. but in writing… i am able to give my words the meaning i intend, and the weight they deserve. so here they are. thank you as always for reading.

——————

“and i know that it’s hard to digest:

the realization is as good as a guess”

(new person, same old mistakes - tame impala)

last year when i flew home in the late summer with hope in my chest, i was crushed by the reality of how wrong i was to believe in the love i thought was real.

and in the years before, i held my dreams of crossing countries and living in a great city in the palm of my hand, confident — and ignorant, utterly ignorant, of the disasters that lay ahead.

after a while, anyone would begin to feel like a fool when they start to trust the hope again. or, rather, it’s the fear that makes them a fool, that makes me a fool: the fear that i’m going to be proven wrong again.

so maybe that’s why i’ve felt so unsure of myself lately, even though everything seems to be going right. why i cannot recognize myself in the mirror, timid and terrified beneath the passing emotions of daily distraction. why these good things in life are bringing out the worst in me, when they usually bring out the best.

it makes me feel even worse, because my reaction to this fear only seems to prove it true… even though somewhere, deep down, i know it only proves my humanity. the thoughts which equate that humanness with moral flaw are not my own, but come from another. i know who it is, and they are no longer a part of my life; but the effects of their words, the scars left by their twisted reality that i spent months untangling, the wounds i guess have still not healed… those haunt me yet. and it has caught me by surprise. i thought i was over it. but that is not how trauma works, is it?

last year i barely made it out alive, staggering out of one of the worst depressions i’ve endured on crutches made from my closest friends’ and family’s support. but this time… i think this time, the support needs to come from within. i’m being careful to not confuse it with isolation, but the only way to face the self is by going alone. no one else can guide you, no one else can accompany you, as you enter the forest where your truest self lives.

but they can help you remember who you are when you lose your way, when your flashlight dies and you’re stricken with fear.

maybe that’s why i love the moments to myself when traveling home. i watch the sea and sun and hours slide by, leafing through my memories of the people i came to see and the people i’m coming home to, holding both a reverent silence and an honest conversation with myself. it is a coming to truth made possible only in solo travel, in the potent magic of its transience…

…which is something i’ve been doing a lot of this summer. i’ve traveled up and down the state and in and out of the country no less than five times, and after all these hours of passing reflection i think the only thing i’ve made sense of is death. everything around me is dying, and by that i mean everything is changing. there was a reason this year was birthed in the blood of death, carried over from the death of a relationship last year and continued with the cat i buried at the start of this one. i’m still here, but i find my heart already saying its goodbyes: to people, to places, to this life as i know it. i’m going someplace far away, and i have a feeling that once i’m there, there is no going back.

or, the fear whispers, i will come crawling back, battered and bloodied, just like i did last year and the years before. but are those really the defeats that this fear makes them out to be? a love made from fool’s gold, though it left many scars, brought to light the genuine love i’ve had all along; the poor health that cast me away after college, though still not resolved, brought me back to the place and people who have fostered my spiritual growth. and every time i came crawling back, i was very far from where i was the last time i had been. it was never a regression. i had come back deeply changed, or just about to undergo the change.

and that… that’s scary, too. it’s easier when the change catches you by surprise, but when you anticipate it, the feeling is much more foreboding. like knowing a tree will fall, but not when or where.

i think of the poem i wrote at the beginning of this summer, its final lines:

“fingers dusted in parched earth

i lay my heart and await its birth”

all i can do is take it day by day, place one foot in front of the other, until i look up suddenly and realize it’s already happened: the tree has fallen, and my heart, reborn.

posted August 21st, 2022 in three parts to @ ang.lade (link is to the first part)

#instagram archive #ang.lade

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soysaucevictim · 2 years

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“todo da vueltas como un carrusel”

(See warnings/summary on Ao3.)

Epilogue: Suliman

The Espinoza family thought a lot about the confrontation.

Carrie and Vic, in particular, were in the midst of an emotional whirlwind.

“I’m just glad you’re still here. I’m glad we all are.”

“I’m still trying to fathom what happened back there. It was-”

“I’m proud of you two for protecting us. You were extraordinarily brave.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget how Steve looked when–”

“We love you.”

There was another layer to it, Carrie’s leg wound was a constant reminder. Vic explained to the twins that both the lower leg bones were damaged - the fibula a lot more so. There were some complications with the swelling that put her little behind on recovery. She would need a cast and crutches while she was healing afterwards, but she was simply glad to be there with her family.

That was a sentiment Vic would repeat like a mantra.

It was setting in for both the twins that the experience affected them differently. They unified on one thought, “So help us, NO ONE is going to lay a hand on our family again.”

It overwhelmed any sense of disgust, fear, or guilt that they could’ve felt. They were far more distant from those feelings than their parents were.

They knew it probably had to do with being the kinds of things that caused those emotions in others. In the place of those feelings were a sick thrill that lingered in them both. Roman with the help of his brother, tasting the last brief seconds of Steve barely processing his stolen victory. Remus savored the reaction from his parents during the whole confrontation, a distant part acknowledging it as bittersweet, as it brought him back to his senses.

Roman needed to be reminded of that undeniable truth of what he was, Remus needed the reminder of what was still important.

Janus did as they promised. The body was hidden in a deep part of their own Lair.

Steve was declared a missing person. The report on that was punctuated by the image of his grieving parents, vainly hoping they’d see their son back. They didn’t look like they were ever going to believe Steve was no more.

The twins wondered how genuine those emotions were and felt little more than relief that he was no longer a danger to them all. Carrie and Vic would look between the twins and the TV, and like a mantra they’d tell them, “I-I wouldn’t know what I would do if–”

The twins would always come forward to hug them and reassure them.

The report on the carnage left behind on their old high school campus superseded the news cycles, giving Remus more to Feed on. He did look forward to that coverage the most. Wexler was the reporter again too, which left the twins wondering about her.

“Is she–?”

“Naaah.”

Roman wished the anathema broke when Steve died, but fishing out one of the pins from that duffel bag proved his hold still there. Frustratingly, his dad found him in that trance-like state and had to throw it back into the bag to snap him out of it. The notion of removing it became all the more tantalizing, if he was totally honest about it.

Eventually, Janus returned to speak with Roman, probably at the behest of his family.

“Would you be so interested if I provided you more space to store your treasures and the objects of your anathema? That is until or if you should ever like to dispel it. I could be able to help.”

“H-how?”

“Little dragon, I’ve decided to include you and your family into my brood. I’ll be better able to aid you fledglings, this way. And in return you can become a valuable asset to us.”

“Brood?”

“It’s loosely like a family… of sorts. I can introduce you to the other members, whenever you’re interested.”

“Are they all Beasts?”

“Not exactly. One of them is a Mage, whose own version of Hunger we feel kinship toward. He is a bit closed off. Maybe even more than myself! But he is highly reliable and a close friend.”

“Mages are a thing?”

“Why, of course. The man goes by one Mr. Ellis Croft.”

“W-who else?”

“Well, there’s another Beast I found and fostered before you and your brother. He experienced his Devouring much younger, too. So he may have much to teach, if you get around his broody temperament.”

Roman snorted about the pun, “And his name?”

“V. V brought along a child that absolutely wouldn’t let go of him, calling him his big brother. We are still trying to understand that creature. The child introduced themself as Patton.”

Roman nodded, “I-I’m interested.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Carrie became restless. She had this dream often, ever since Roman had been shot.

She was in a realm that reminded her of many of the fairy tales her sons loved. She prowled through some kind of forest, a lush and wondrous sight. She noticed she wasn’t limping from her injury at the–

She had an ornate, jewel-encrusted rapier sheathed onto her belt. Rubies, emeralds, amethysts, and citrines. She carried an elegant cherry crossbow, with a full quiver of obsidian-tipped bolts.

It was a dream that always seemed to warp into a nightmare, as darkness started to fall.

She heard screams, screams she recognized. Her family, in danger.

She ran through the foliage as fast as her legs could take her toward them. She heard roars and snarls from animals that she couldn’t quite identify.

Eventually, she arrived at a copse around a lake. She saw an injured dragon near the lake’s edge and a kraken who had their backs turned to a collapsed figure on the ground. The two monsters’ gazes dashed to and fro looking for an unseen threat. It became clear that they were trying to protect that vaguely familiar person...

She heard the sound of roaring, bleating, and hissing coming from the woods, approaching those three. It was somehow more hideous and menacing than the chimeras from the storybooks she had read.

She took aim and fired surely into the monster’s heart before it could get any closer to them.

The dream always cut short before she could run to them, to check on her family.

One morning, Carrie woke up feeling different and with a sense of resolve she never had before. She also noticed that her leg wasn’t hurting anymore. She yelped when she knew it healed completely - able to freely move within the cast and put weight on her foot with no pain at all.

She started to panic, knowing that that wasn’t how this was supposed to work. Not after only a couple weeks. Vic wasn’t there, having taken a night shift. She stumbled out of the master bedroom and made her way to the kitchen, barely processing it.

When she accidentally bumped into one of her sons, she paled.

“Mom? What’s wrong?”

He noticed she no longer favored her foot or was using her crutch.

Her eyes widened at Roman, “... I can – I can a-actually see your w-wi–”

He sensed something had shifted in her - a swirling energy that reminded him of Steve. Even though it felt different in some way, it filled him with the urge to run. He stammered, “Y-you’re a–?”

She felt her heart break over the fear that overtook Roman. She approached slowly, “Sweetie, I–”

Roman was panicking about what he should do, backing away, “Don’t…”

She stopped and her eyes started to water, “I don’t want to hurt you. Not you. Not Remus. Not your friends. Not. Us.”

Roman slowly relaxed, “Really?”

She nodded, her voice softened, “I’d rather die than be like-like– I love you beyond words, Ro.”

Roman cautiously approached her, “Then, what- what does this mean?”

She met him where he stood, happy that he didn’t back away again.

“I don’t really know? I just know I need to protect you, protect my family. That’s the only thing I want.”

Roman hugged her and cried, “Y-yo tambien te amo, mamá.”

She ran a hand through his hair and squeezed him tighter. “You have no idea how happy this–”

“Uh, m-mom?”

“Hm?”

“Can’t– breath–”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, mijito.”

She relaxed her grip immediately. She glanced at her hands with shock and muttered, “ I-I guess I don’t know my own strength!”

Roman squirmed a little about this, but was more relieved than anything. The warmness in her smile and voice was still very much the same.

“Think we should, uh… tell the rest of the family about this?”

Carrie simply gave a sheepish nod.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #begotten au #spilled musing #(sequel hook time - next book will have logan+virgil+patton in it)#creativitwins

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imtooscaredforthis · 3 years

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Unknown Caller

Ghostface x Reader Smut

Summary: Late at night, you start getting texts from the serial killer and your stalker, Ghostface.

Mentions of: Threats, Death, Stabbing, Sexting, Phone sex, Knife play, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Recording w/out Consent and Danny being super horny

Word Count: 2.4K

With an exhausted groan, you collapsed back onto your bed, letting the mattress suck you in. It had been yet another long, shitty work day, leaving you mentally drained and wanting to sleep.

The only thing that kept you from sleeping was how gross, sticky, and sweaty you felt from walking around in that shitty waitress uniform. It was a summer day in Florida, after all. Of course you would be burning your ass off. And somehow, the urge to take a shower overpowered your fatigue.

So after an extra moment or two of laying down, you got up, grabbing your phone and a towel, heading into the bathroom and locking the door behind you, just in case any unwelcome visitors came in. You knew exactly who that visitor was.

You tried to shake the thought of the masked murderer, not even daring to think his name. The last thing you needed tonight was having him come around. Maybe he would just give you a break for once and leave you alone. Maybe…

Sighing, you tapped at your phone, playing some music and stripping down. Stepping into the shower, you turned the heat all the way up, letting the hot water pour down onto your skin until it turned red. You washed off all the stress and trouble from the day, finally being able to relax.

Once you got out of the shower, you slipped on a black lacy bra with matching panties, using a robe to cover it up. You had grown used to spending the nights alone, with no one to take home, no friends to speak with.

You lost them all, since they all thought you were being crazy and paranoid about being stalked by Ghostface. Even after one of your dear friends died, (the only one who believed you) they still thought you were crazy. In fact, they thought you killed him. And the cops were no help either, thinking all the threats were just some prankster or copycat.

So now, here you sat on your bed, scrolling through social media, when you got a text.

Unknown: Evening, gorgeous

You stared at the message blankly, feeling your heart drop in your stomach. It was him.

You cast a protective glance over at your bedroom window, which had the curtains drawn and the blinds shut, as an attempt of giving yourself some sort of privacy from the stalker. Was he out there? Waiting outside the window to peek, or behind your door to jump out at you. Even though he’s been doing this for a while, you’d still never get used to it.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you began to type up a message to respond to him. You learned the hard way to answer his texts and calls.

(Y/N): What do you want to torture me with now?

Even though you were still quite afraid of the killer, there were times where you found him a complete nuisance, and got the guts to told him. This was one of those times.

Unknown: C’mon, don’t be like that. I have fun with the games we play. But I want to try something different tonight.

(Y/N): Like what?

Unknown: Like how I can see what you’re wearing and can’t help but wonder if you put all of that on just for me

You felt your face go a bright red, looking around and grabbing the hem over your robe, moving it over, attempting to cover up your body.

Unknown: There’s no use in covering it up now, I’ve already seen everything and it’s gotten me so hard

Looking at the text, you blinked a few times, making sure this was real. Maybe it was just some weird sex dream. You pinched yourself. Nope. This was real. The feared serial killer of Roseville was sexting you.

Unknown: You look so cute like that, all surprised and scared, it makes me want to cut you up and fuck you until you can’t walk.

Unknown: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Your mouth went dry as you tried to think of something to text him back with, your body running hot with arousal. You can’t believe this is turning you on. It really shouldn’t be.

Unknown: There’s no need to be so shy, (y/n). You know we can be honest with each other.

(Y/N): Yes I would

Unknown: Good girl

Unknown: My cock is just throbbing thinking about how nice and tight you would be, how good you would squeeze me, how I’d love to fill you up with my cum. And you’d love every second of it, wouldn’t you, baby?

(Y/N): Fuck yes

You rubbed your thighs together, feeling how drenched you were getting, a silent moan leaving your lips, not even realizing he was paying attention to every little detail.

Unknown: Shit, that was so hot. I’m really turning you on, aren’t I?

Unknown: You want to touch yourself don’t you? Want to get off on the dirty things I’m telling you? Well you can’t. Not unless you beg for it like a good girl.

You would object, but you knew you were too far in to stop yourself. It had been quite a long time since you had done something like this, and a part of you felt desperate. So, you did it. You begged.

(Y/N): Please, Ghostface. Please let me touch myself.

Unknown: Good. Go ahead, but take off that robe. You won’t be needing it.

Moving your arm out, you shrugged the robe off your shoulders, spreading your legs ever so slightly. Might as well give him a show.

You ran your hand down your stomach, moving it down to your hips, and then your thigh, while your other hand stayed high on your chest, running your finger over your clothed nipple. After a moment or two, you dipped your finger under the fabric, running it up and down your drenched slit. You played with your clit, leaning back and moaning softly.

Unknown: Fuck, I just want to run my knife all over the curves of your body

Unknown: Put two fingers in

You did as told, pushing two fingers into your opening, thrusting them in slowly. You didn’t even notice the distant flash of a camera recording you peeking out from behind your window.

You shut your eyes, biting your lip and arching your back, as you began to pick up the pace. The sound of your phone chiming managed to make you open your eyes, and snap out of your little fantasy, looking down at your phone.

Unknown: You look so fucking hot right now, I want to come in there and ruin you

(Y/N): Why don’t you?

Unknown: It’s tempting, but I need to do one thing first.

Unknown Number is calling…

You picked up, slowing your fingers. “Why’d you- why’d you stop?” He questioned between groans, his voice strained. So he was touching himself too.

“I didn’t know if you wanted me to-”

“Keep on going. Don’t stop. Add a finger.” He instructed.

An image of Ghostface stroking himself popped into your mind, making you pick up the pace. A string of mewls and whimpers left your mouth as you went even faster, feeling yourself grow close.

“You sound- shit, so nice babe. Makes me want to- even more-”

“Fuck, I’m g-going to- ah” Your body froze up, feeling yourself clench around your fingers.

It seemed like he was close too, considering how much he was panting, low groans and grunts. There was a brief silence on the other line, and you wondered if he hung up on you. But then, he spoke. “I’m coming in.”

He ended the call and you felt your heart leap in excitement, calming down from your high, and preparing for him to come in. You looked from the window to the door, wondering where he’d be entering.

A few minutes went by, and he still hadn’t shown up. A part of you wondered if this was some sort of sick game to humiliate you. If he was just going to leave you all alone.

“Miss me?” A familiar voice whispered into your ear, making you jump.

“Jesus don’t scare me like that.” You muttered, turning to face him.

“Why so grumpy? Is it because I kept you waiting? So impatient, so needy. I love it.” He grasped your chin, tilting your head and making you look up at him. He ran a gloved finger over your lips, tracing your cupid’s bow.

You felt your body grow hot at the contact, your thighs clenching together. He noticed, moving his hand away to finally give you what you so desperately craved. Grabbing your shoulders, he pushed you down on the bed, straddling you.

Slowly, he ran his knife over your skin, tracing it from your throat, down to your collar bones, and to your chest. It seemed he was being merciful tonight, because you could barely feel the blade against your skin, only a light tickle.

Moving his weapon to the middle of your chest, Ghostface sliced open your brassiere, splitting it in half and revealing your breasts. Well, there went your good underwear.

He ran his finger over your nipple, watching it harden under his touch, pinching it softly. The killer studied your expressions closely, taking in every single detail. The way your lips parted slightly, the way your cheeks heated up, and the way your eyebrows knitted together. God, you were so adorable.

Ghostface shifted his attention to your panties, cutting them off on the side, and pulling them down to your ankles slowly. He moved his hand back up to your opening, running his finger up your wet slit, feeling how soaked it was.

“So wet, all for me? I must’ve really left you waiting. Guess I better get to it then, huh?” His voice was smug, low, and full of mischief. You knew he was playing with you.

He rutted against his hips against you, making you whimper slightly. You knew he wouldn’t do anything, until you said it. “Please, fuck me, Ghostface.”

“Danny.”

You felt your eyes widen at his words. “What?”

“Call me Danny.” In all the time that you had known him, you never got a name out of him. But he was telling you it now. Why? Why was he doing this?

You were too busy processing what just happened to notice the sound of his buckle clicking, and his knife dropping onto the floor, while he was now holding his phone instead. The flash of a camera burned into your eyes, making you look up at him and snap out of your thoughts.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, squinting at the light and covering your eyes with one hand trying to hide the glare.

“Makin a little movie.” He grabbed your hands with his free one, moving them from your face and pinning them above your head. “And you’re the star. Aren’t you excited?”

“I- shit-” Before you could even respond to what he was saying, you felt his cock press up against your soaked folds.

He moved his camera down to your breasts, watching your chest heave, before moving it back up to your face. “Now what’s the magic word? C’mon, you know what to say. You’ve been saying it all night.”

“Please, Danny.” You begged, bucking your hips up against his hardened member. “Please what?”

“Please just fuck me.” You rolled your head against the pillow. He was driving you crazy at this point with how much he was teasing you and making you beg.

Finally, he gave you what you had grown desperate for, entering you with a rough thrust. It was painful at first, the killer not showing any mercy, but you forced yourself to grow used to it.

You moaned out, the feeling of fulfillment overcoming your already sensitive hole. You arched your back, grabbing onto his forearm, digging your nails into his muscle under his robe.

Tears began to stream down your face as you babbled, incoherent words slipping from your lips. It was too good, and you couldn’t think of something, anything, to say to describe it. He was fucking you stupid.

He zoomed in on your tears, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Damn, baby. Is it really that good? Do you love getting fucked by my cock that much?”

You didn’t speak, not even sure if you could. He pinched your nipple, making you yelp. “Y-yes! Its- it’s so g-good.”

Danny moved his free hand to your clit, thrusting even deeper, until he hit just at the right spot. You cried out, clenching around him. Moaning out for him to please never stop, to keep going.

“Oh baby, you think I could stop? Not with the way you’re clenching around and calling out my name, begging for- shit.” He grunted, feeling your walls begin to massage him, you were getting close. And so was he.

He nestled his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder, pulling his mask up his face, and biting down, breaking your skin and drawing your blood, his movements growing even harsher. While you dug your nails into his back, reaching your orgasm, Danny not too far behind.

The half-masked killer wiped the blood from his lips, grinning down at you. “There, I marked you as mine. You’re my little slut, got it? Say it.”

You nodded, eyes still shut, your mouth open with only moans and gasps escaping. You forced yourself to speak, voice all hoarse and raw. “I’m your slut, Ghostface- Danny- whatever, I’m all yours.”

“That’s it. Such a good girl. Fuck-” His thrusts grew sloppy, and he rubbed at your clit even harder, making you climax once again with him. He pulled out, releasing on your stomach, and ending the video.

He pressed a rough kiss to your lips, before readjusting his mask, cleaning himself off, and fixing his clothes up. All the while you laid there, nude, panting, and coming down from the intense high you just had. You felt another flash blind your eyes, and the sound of a camera clicking, knowing he just took another picture.

Moving aside your curtains and blinds, Ghostface unlocked your window, pulling it up and stepping through. “This was fun. Let’s do it again sometime. See you soon.”

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Ahhh I love your writing sm!! Could I request how the brothers would react to an MC that's super doting and overly loving from the get-go?. Always insists on helping w cooking duty, brings the brothers coffee if they look busy, etc? pls & ty!

Tbh I don't really have a love language over than verbal but this speaks to me

In game I make my MC very much like this, overly positive and always wanting to help. Not because I have to, I could easily pick more honest or teasing options but when it comes to it. My first instinct/Response is those options because I like the idea of being helpful to people

It's only when people start using that for their advantage or make me help them out even though I'm busy or just don't want to do it. That's when there's an issue.

Lucifer:

"oh~ Luci! You still working?"

You peered over at him at his desk, peaking from the space between the wall and the stair railing

He looked up at you with a tired expression, frowning

"I am, what do you need?"

you trotted down the rest of the steps, walking over to him with a bright smile

A tray in hand with coffee and biscuits and apple slices

"I made these for you, I know it isn't much but you're always working so hard... perhaps I can help?"

Lucifer wasn't too surprised, you were always offering your help whenever you could but it still surprised him you were so quick to offer

He didn't know how you had all that energy to face the day and then do more for others but he always enjoyed your company

"be my guest."

You grabbed a mini stool and sat beside him, you'd read over papers with him, massaging his hand whenever you noticed it cramped

He shared the snacks you got him and even revealed the mini snack draw he had in his desk

He put a finger to his lips with a smile

"don't tell my brother's, this will be just between you and me."

He showed you what he had and you picked whatever caught your fancy, happily eating as you looked over the papers

Mammon:

He wasn't use to Someone being nice to him so when you came along and offered acts of service - he was blown away!

Even over time he wasn't really use to it

Speaking of you and your acts or service; you were whistling a happy tune

A thick wallet in your pocket, you headed straight to mammons room

It was as if he could smell the money, he rushed to your side and started eyeing the wallet

"Stop peeking - it's a gift."

He looked at you confused but was grinning

"oh? The great Mammon can't refuse a gift!"

You placed the wallet in his hand, he let out a yelp at the weight of it

It was completely loaded!!! It was stuffed with money!

He couldn't believe it - it had to be a trick! There was no way you were giving him this much money!

"Are ya playing with me? Ha ha human."

"no tricks, you've been struggling with your debt to the witch's so I thought I'd help, I heard you've been getting in trouble with Lucifer more because of it so I wanted to help!"

He didn't even realize he teared up, he jumped towards you and hugged you close

Nuzzling your faces together as he hugged you tight

"You-! YOU DAMN HUMAN- NO YOU ANGEL! YOU'RE THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!"

You patted his arm, laughing and it wasn't long before he was planning to spend a big splurge on you despite his issues with money already

Levithan:

He was shuffling into his room, headphones on and just starting to calm down

Today was hectic so he was happy to finally be back home

"Evening! Don't worry, I still used the secret password."

"HUH-?! THAT'S NOT- WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!"

He threw his headphones off, face bright red

He should of known you were up to something, you kept humming whenever you entered his room

Talking about cleaning up after himself but he kept forgetting due to getting distracted

"I noticed it's gotten really messy so I decided to clean it for you but before you say anything, I know you hate when it's cleaned because you don't know where anything so I've labelled where everything has been stored if it's changed places."

He was still upset, he REALLY hated it when things are changed without him knowing first

But he looked around the room and sure enough, things were still in the cupboards and places he stacked them in and the labels were correct

Everything was completely organized! All the piled up ramen was even gone!

He exhaled a long breathe calming himself down, he was happy - really really happy

"Thanks.... just - can we arrange something next time? But I do like what you did! It looks nice - it's much better now!"

"of course, I'll ask next time - also~ I got you some special ruri-chan themed chips in hopes to make you feel better."

He moves before he knows it, hugging you tight

"STAY WITH ME FOREVER!!!!"

He's definitely embarassed afterwards and gets you out of his room before he makes himself look more like a love sick fool

But don't worry, he texts you wanting to hang out later

Satan:

Satan has been locked in his room after having a big outburst earlier that day

He got overwhelmed from all the noises and threw a book at mammon

You waited awhile before going after him, wanting him to calm down and looked after mammons sore head

You grabbed the book he threw, making a nice calming tea and even made some Apple pie

When you knocked his door he freezed

"Who is it-?! Lucifer, I'm not in the mood for your scolding-"

"it's just me, I got you something!"

He opened the door for you, letting you inside

His room looked clean for once - you didn't doubt he continued his rage into his room and cleaned up to calm down

You offered him a smile, placing the tray on his bed

"I hope you like it, I made it myself."

He looked at the fresh apple pie, his stomach rumbling at the mere sight of it

"you did this...for me? Didn't I scare you?"

You hummed, sitting close to him

"yeah a little but everyone has their bad days, you having one doesn't change anything - though you do need to apologize to mammon."

He sat down by his bed, placing the tray on his lap

"you're right I do, thank you for not just seeing me as some angry creature....I didn't intend to blow up like that."

You patted his arm, still smiling

You two sat together, you read his book for him whilst he ate and drank

He was very bashful at how supportive you are but that was you, you've always been so quick to offer help or do things for people ever since you've arrived

You were good to him, he'll always appreciate that

Asmodeus:

His love language is affection and words

Yours is acts of service

It's perfect!

Though, when it was established you were quick to help and offer your service - prepare for MANY innuendos

He'll come skipping to you, draping himself off the nearest object and asking if you want to help him de-stress

Most of the time you just have spa days or lay around doing nothing

You decided to treat him today seeing as exams were stressing him out

"Asmo! Won't you help me? I have this lovely new-"

He's skidding as he appears in the doorway, ready to do whatever you want

But you just grinned, knowing your plan worked

You grabbed him and shoved him into a chair

Before he knew it; his hair was tied up and his jacket and scarf has disappeared

"oh? What's all this about? Does my love want some special care?"

"nope, I just want to look after you today~ you've been stressing over exams so much, I wanted to treat you like a prince."

He had the biggest grin on his face after that

And treated like a prince he was

You did his skin routine, brushed his hair and curled it

If he even mentioned being thirsty you were straight to getting him a nice refreshing drink

If you're able to - please carry him bridal style - he will love every second of it

"you treat me so well, I know I'm already a blessing to this demonic world but you're just pure light."

He's so love sick, an absolute fool in love

"nonsense, I'm just helping you like usual."

Which is true, you were always being helpful to him

Thats why he loved doing whatever he could for you

"Never leave the Devildom, I couldn't bare not seeing your beautiful face everyday."

You just laughed, massaging his face and gave him a quick kiss

Beezlebub:

Another person who does acts of service as a love language

Though, do forgive him if he forgets due to hunger - he'll immediately make it up to you

At this point he's become a subconscious challenge/game of service - always trying to one up each other

Currently, he was really anxious about his up coming game

It was the biggest one that R.A.D was having and was against a smaller school in the Devildom

The brothers all agreed to come watch him play and even made banners and levi brought glowsticks

You were no were to be seen

The weeks running up to the game you were always busy and whilst you still do some things for him here or there - you were mostly out of the house

But it was but a long lasting plan

You planned on supporting him the best way you could!

When he finally rolled onto the field he felt dread when he didn't spot you in the crowd

He couldn't stop frowning until he saw you, shaking pom poms and running with the cheersquad

That's right, you joined the cheer team to show your support for the lovely demon

"I WANT TO DEDICATE A CHEER TO OUR STAR PLAYER - BEEZLEBUB!!!"

He's so flustered and absolutely shining with joy under his helmet

As soon as he could he came running towards you and hugged you tight

"I was so worried I did something that made you drift away....you did this for me?"

"of course! I'm sorry I made you worried, I wanted to surprise you."

He had to take off his helmet after trying to nuzzle your face, you yelped when it bonked you

"This is the best thing anyone has done for me, thank you (Y/N)."

"you're welcome, now go win that game! Prove those losers that R.A.D is the best school around!"

It was no surprised that R.A.D won

The players all cheered and partied, inviting the band and cheerleaders to celebrate with them

But you decided to have a sleepover with Beelzebub, feeding him plenty of tasty foods as your own type of celebration

"Open wide."

You almost choked on the cake basically shoved in your mouth, laughing as frosting covered your nose and cheeks

You got your revenge but he happily licked what he could

This is the best celebration he could ever get

All because of you!

Belphegor:

Even if your love language wasn't acts or service, you definitely got in the habit of doing it with this guy

He was spoilt from always being carried and pampered by his twin

He could get away with sleeping anywhere as long as he got things done and good grades

But you were always the helpful human, giving him snacks or fluffing his pillows

He's joked about getting a bell so he could call you whenever he needed you

That never happened

"Belphie!! You awake? I got something for you."

He immediately popped his head up and waved to get your attention

You showed him the cup of hot mocha you've recently made; sweet and delicious and has an extra kick to help with keeping awake

"Smells delicious, you made this?"

"yep! Now drink up, we got plans today."

He happily drunk it, feeling more awake with every gulp

By the end of the Cup he was absolutely overjoyed from the taste

Though you almost groaned in frustration when he yawned, so happy that he got sleepy

"you have anymore~? I could drink loads of these- make me more, you know how to make them, I'm too sleepy - it's your fault I'm sleepy."

You flicked his head

Reminding him to not act like a brat

But you did make him more and throughout the day you'd give him a large cup

You needed to do studies and make sure belphegor kept his grades up - Lucifer's orders

But he was already a star pupil regardless so you weren't sure why you had to

But spending time with your favourite demon was never an issue, regardless of his attitude

"We need to do this more, I love it when you look after me."

"I know, now write your answer, I need proof you're working so I don't get strung up."

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idamariaw · 3 years

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A one-shot where you meet a british man, a bit clumsy for his own good sometimes but at least it brought him to you.

This is dedicated to @atlafan, Happy Birthday 🌸

The air was humid, warm and had a strong scent of your favourite jasmin bodywash as you carefully stepped out of the bathtub to continue to get ready for your date tonight. A date that you’ve been looking forward to all week and made it way easier to get through classes and exams, even though you didn’t know much about Harry yet. That was his name, Harry Styles.

You met him just over a month ago in the coffee shop near your apartment where you spend most off your afternoons to study or read, the earthy and warm environment having a calming effect and the staff always sweet. You were reading an article for your course in political science, Stevie Nicks ’Wild Heart’ playing with your notes and books neatly in a pile by your side as eveything sudden flew to the ground with a large thud. It startled you a bit and you took your headphones off to register what caused the mess while you heard a voice beneeth you along your dropped belongings,

”Shit! I-i’m so sorry. My guitar bag got stuck in the corner of your books, I really didn’t mean to.”

A mop of chocolate curls cought your eyes while speaking to you with his deep voice and keeping to apologize even though it didn’t matter, you knew it was an accident. After picking up your things he got up to his feet and you got the oppurtunity to really look at him now. Tall, broad build at the shoulders, skinny jeans with a button up in different patterns, curls to his chin and the most beautiful green eyes you’ve ever seen.

”I’m so fuckin’ clumsy, first time at this coffee shop and this happens.” Now you noticed he had an accent, a british one? Well if your cheeks weren’t burning before they sure were now.

”Oh no it’s okay! I promise. Accidents happen, i’m pretty clumsy myself so you’re not alone. I was getting zoned out on my work anyway so you helped me with that” You said with a smile to reasure you’re not irritated or anything.

”Thank you for trying to make me feel better, but your muffin got on the ground as well. Let me buy you another please?” He furrowed his eyebrows a bit and pouted his heartshaped lips and you just couldn’t say no.

”Oh and I’m Harry by the way, Harry Styles.”

After that you asked him to sit down with you and tried to give him a good impression of the shop although it’s caotic beggining. You learned that he actually was brittish, was majoring in English Literature, wrote music and sang covers with his band.

You met him every now and then the following weeks and after sharing a carrot cake with a latte a few days ago he finally got the courage to ask you what you thought about for weeks,

”Would you be willing to see me outside this coffee shop for dinner on Friday? Please?”

And here you were, freshly out the bath and in your closet looking for an outfit. It was early autumn and Harry said he’d pick you up at 6, so a leo printed long skirt and a sage green knitted sweather along with maroon converse and a bamboo knitted purse with some jewelry would work. A pretty little matching lace bralette and panties underneath just in case things would go that way. Just as you put on a layer of your strawberry flavoured lip gloss you heard the doorbell ring and your heart skipped a beat. You looked over yourself once more before getting your purse and rushed to the door.

There he stood, so good looking it almost made you angry, with his signature black skinny jeans, a black button up, brown boots, a tan coat and hair up in a bun.

”Hello darling, I’m sorry if i’m a tad early. These are for you by the way.” He came in for a hug and kissed your cheek as he handed you a bouquet of red roses and you got a chance to take in his strongly scented perfume that consumed your senses.

”No I was just ready so it’s okay! Wow thank you, i’ve never gotten flowers before. I’m just gonna put these in a vase and I’ll be right with you.” He furrowed his eyebrows a bit as he leaned against the treeshold.

”Really? Hm I’ll remember that then. I’ll just wait by the car, we’re going for a drive about 20 minutes away if that’s okay. Take your time darling.”

As said, he waited by the car and opened the door for you on the passenger side and then you were on you way.

”Can I have a guess at where we’re going? Dinner somewhere maybe?” You asked even though you didn’t really have any but you’ve always loved surprises and he didn’t even know that.

”Well you can guess darling but i’m not sure you’re gonna figure it out that easy. But yes, we will have dinner in a way.” He answered you with a crooked smirk, showcasting his dimples.

After the 20 minute drive he parked by a black steele double gate leading the way to something you were quite familiar with but haven’t visited in ages.

”The botanical garden?” You asked surprised while Harry opened the door for you to step out.

”Yeah, is that alright with you? I figured as you like the atmosphere at the coffee shop so much this could be nice.” He said a bit shyly.

”Are you kidding me? Ofcourse I love it, I used to be here as a kid with my parents a lot but haven’t been in ages!”

”Thank god, I got nervous there for a second. I’m just gonna get some things in the car but you can start walking up and I’ll meet you at the front.” He said as he started to pick some things out from the back.

You felt giddy and excited as you approach the building and started to walk up to the front like Harry told you. It was when you came to the entrance that you noticed it’s closed and locked. Did Harry know this? Then you felt a hand at the small of your back and the smell of his perfume announced his presens as you turned around and what you saw made you melt to a puddle inside. The guitarbag was secured aganist his back and in his arms he held a picnic basket with a blanket and filled with all kind of goods.

”An evening picnic at the botanical garden with some live music, can’t go wrong with that can we?” He said with a cheeky shrug even though you could sense the nerves in his eyes.

”Seriously? That’s so nice Harry, oh my god. It’s to much to be honest. But how do we get in? And is it even aloud?” You didn’t want to doubt him or his plans but you couldn’t help it as it was actually closed.

”Hm don’t need to doubt me darling. I know the owners son as I helped him with a poem analysis in our class so he owned me a favour.” He explanied as he fished up the key in his coatpocket and opened the door with ease.

The setting and environment was everything you remembered from when you were younger and visited this place, green and thriving plants and vegetation everywhere, even a little pond in the middle with a fountain. The ceiling was made of pure glass so you could clearly see the sky that began to darken and stars starting to shine through, it was breathtaking.

”I was thinking we could set up and get up these stairs close to the roof to we get the best view.” You heard Harry speak up as he lead the way up to a white spiral stair that got you to a spot near the roof to spread out everything and sit comfortably.

He really didn’t spare anything on the food or drink, a nice rosé wine, fruits and berries of all kinds and a fancy charcuterie board.

”Harry I hope you know that you didn’t really need to do so much for our date, a romcom with a burger and fries would have been just as nice. But I really appriciate this, thank you so much.” So said honestly because it was true, just being with him was more than enough.

”Thank you for being honest darling but it’s not to much. You deserve the effort and I want to show you how important this is for me, how important you are for me. Feed me a strawberry please? And do you have any song requests?” He said as he brought up the guitar from its bag.

”Maybe ’Leather and Lace’ by Stevie Nicks if you know that one?” You asked softly as you brought the strawberry to his pouty heartshaped lips and your throat got a bit dry when he hummed against the fruit as he took a bite.

”Mmh, thank you darling. And yes I know that one, a pretty big Stevie fan myself actually.”

He said as he started to play the strings on the guitar, the melody started to fill the garden and softly singing the lyrics made everything complete. It was almost like the man in front of you couldn’t be real with how perfect he looked.

”You’ve been staring at my lips quite a lot this evening.”He said taking out of your trance and making you blush down your neck.

”W-what? Oh i’m sorry Harry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” You started to explain yourself but he cut you off quickly,

”Shh, no darling it didn’t make me uncomforable at all. Come here please.” He made grabby hands at you as you sat opposite to him on the blanket so you could come up to his lap.

”I promise you it didn’t. I’ve been looking at you too you know, so beautiful today it makes my heart ache. So happy and thankful, proper cuite you are. Must have the sweetest mouth to. Would you let me have a taste?” He said as his fingers came to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and lips almost touching yours.

”Yes Harry please.” You almost whimpered against his mouth until you felt his lips softly pressing aganist yours. You shifted in his lap to wrap your fingers in the nape of his neck below the bun to deepen the kiss, Harry leaning back to take a breath.

”Tastes like strawberrys darling, gonna give me a toothache with this sweet mouth of yours.”

You continued to kiss for a while and as he moved down to your neck he felt you shift against him more and he got the courage to lay you down on the blanket and hover over you to get better acess to the rest of you.

”Can I take this off? Or will you be cold?” He asked while playing with the hem of your sweather.

”No I want it off please, I won’t be cold.” You barely finished the sentence before the sweather was off and Harry started to kiss from you neck down to the crease of your breasts.

”Smells like flowers darling, and so soft. Perfect tits you have.” His raspy voice sent a shudder down your core the same time as he carefully touched your breasts and started to kiss them through your lacy bralette.

”What’s this hm? A fuckin nipple piercing? Almost as if you’re tryin to kill me, fuck.” Oh yeah, you almost forgot about that one in your right nipple and he sucked and nipped at it as a man obsessed.

Being teased and played with for so long now made you whimper again and you tried to buck your hips into him for more friction now as you started to ache from your lower region.

Harry noticed this and made the decision to use this against his favor.

”Do you want my mouth somewhere else darling? Seems like your aching pretty bad. Or fingers maybe? Need you to talk to me.”

”Yes please, I want your mouth on me so bad. Please Harry.” If you weren’t so worked up you would feel embarassed for your neediness but you just couldn’t care right now.

”So polite, ofcourse I’ll give it to you. Anything you want, you’ll have. Can I take the skirt off?”

You nodded quickly and he got down so he was facing your core and budged up the skirt around your hips. He kissed your mound over your panties and looked up at you with a cheeky smirk.

”Matching knickers, hm? You’re flattering me darling, being so pretty for me.”

”I-i was just being hopeful…” You let out a breathy laugh at his observation feeling the blush creeping to your cheeks again.

”I was to if i’m being honest but I didn’t want to push you into anything, i’m so thankful that you let me see you like this but I really want to take these of as pretty as they may be and taste you properly. Smells so fuckin’ good I’m going insane.” He took the panties of and let out a low growl while spreading you open with his fingers and see how you were glistening from the wetness under the starlight. Going in for a long stripe with his tounge from your slit to your swollen nub, sucking and nibbling at it just the right way to make you give out a loud shaky moan. He continued playing with your clit with his tounge and lapping up all the sweetness he could get while he felt your legs starting to shake against his head and your moans only got louder.

”Making such pretty noices for me darling, keep going. Need to know that I make you feel good. Want my fingers as well while I play with your clit? Already so swollen for me.”

”Yes fuck i’m gonna cum soon, please Harry I want your fingers please…”It was all you could say before you felt two of his fingers press against your slit and tounge going back to your clit. Your hands found his hair and he let put a growl against you as you tugged on it harder than you intendent, small strais of hair coming out from the bun.

”You can cum darling, I’ve got you. Being so good for me and letting go like this. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had, so so fucking good for me. Let me have it, please.” He continued to thrust his fingers as he said his dirty words and that sent you off the edge and gave you the most intense orgasm of your life. Small tears rolled down your cheeks and Harry kissed your inner thighs to help you come down. He licked his fingers clean and covered you again with the skirt, going up to face you and kiss your lips.

”Mmh, hi pretty girl. Felt good?” He asked nuzzling against your nose and stroking your cheek.

”Oh my god, yes. You’re literally perfect Harry, thank you.” You closed your eyes and cuddled into his side as he laid beside you looking up to the stars against the glass ceiling.

”No I’m not darling but thank you. What do you say about cleaning up and head over to mine, watch a movie and I can make you a cuppa? Sounds good?” He asked you before whispering quitly to himself ”And thank god for me being a clumsy fool.”

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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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hawks’ secret to being productive

↳ bottom hawks x top, tall reader (6.24 ft / 190cm)

summary: Hawks tries to write his report after successfully coming home from a mission, however, he gets distracted by Y/n wanting to help him get his report done faster.

w.count: 4k

content warning: smut, porn without plot, ass eating, cock warming, a bit of hair pulling, biting, size and height difference, big dick penetration

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“Hey.”, you said rather quietly to not startle him too much as you poked your head through the living room door.

“Y/n.”, immediately, a teasing smile appeared on his lips once he looked up from his laptop – he had been laying on the sofa with just pants on, his usually big, red wings mere stumps due to the fight he had yesterday night.

“Are you done already, Kei?”

“No, not yet.”, he then sighed and turned to the laptop in front of him again. “I just cannot find the will to write, like fuck writing reports. I got that villain in jail and rescued hundreds of people, isn’t that enough?”, Hawks rolled his eyes in annoyance, making you snicker.

“I know. Maybe I can help you?”, the tone in your voice suddenly changed when you walked to the sofa, Keigo immediately shivering in anticipation and his usual grin spreading across his face.

“Oh? Really? Help little old me?”, chuckling, he watched you intensely with his golden eyes as you kneeled onto the sofa to hover above him, your big body emitting so much warmth. “Y/n…”, barely breathing your name, it was enough to hear a small snicker from you before you leaned down.

One hand buried in his blonde, soft hair, you pulled his head back, earning his cute whine and delightful hiss, just to slam your lips on his. Inevitably, Keigo was feeling turned on in an instance, wantonly moaning into your mouth when you massaged his scalp. Your tongue being so hot as you danced with his, eliciting small grumbling moans from his throat.

“Y/n…”, already breathlessly groaning your name, you pulled back and looked at him for a moment, shimmering gold eyes, a little bit of drool – hmm and that just from a little bit of kissing.

“Try to get back to your work, Pretty Boy, okay?”, you placed an almost gentle kiss onto his lips, making him purr.

Turning his head again, Keigo felt your hand combing through his hair for a moment, to make him sigh in bliss, only for him to twitch once he could vividly feel your lips on his sensitive back.

“Y/n… It looks a little weird, huh? Haha.”, he tried to laugh off the condition of his wings, now mere stumps, but in reality, Hawks was a bit insecure having his back exposed like that.

“Nhn, what are you talking about? You are my handsome boy. Just as gorgeous as before.”, the low whisper gave him goosebumps, Kei shuddering and moaning softly when you kissed along his spine.

Breathlessly moaning your name once you reached his stunted wings, a blush crept onto his cheeks, thus quickly hiding his face in his arms. You didn’t tease him about his little stumps, instead where they and Kei’s back met, you kissed him, earning his soft blissful hiss.

“W-Wait, haha, that is embarrassing.”, he laughed shyly, having you kiss his little stubs, and yet, his skin was so sensitive there and you knew it.

“Hmmm, just concentrate on your work, okay, Baby Boy?”, the vibration of your purr against his skin sent a visible shiver down his spine, making you chuckle and continue to kiss down his beautiful back while hearing his soft gasps and little groans.

“It…it’s not that easy, you know?”, Keigo hummed in pleasure, trying to open his golden eyes again to write his report, but feeling amazing and loved by his lover just had more priority right now.

You didn’t answer with anything else but a mere grunt, before you finally reached his tailbone, biting and marking his skin while your hand was busy groping his little ass with your big hands and massaging it.

Biting his lip, Takami’s hips were moving on their own to push back against your touch as he loved being marked by your teeth and also simultaneously trying to get a little bit of friction from the sofa against his hidden cock.

“Hah!”, a surprised gasp escaped his throat, followed by a delightful “OH!” when you had pulled down his pants and spread his cheeks, your swift tongue already slipping in-between. Moaning your name with his raspy voice, Keigo’s whole body was shivering when he felt your wet tongue moving against his little hole, making him wet and soft quite easily.

“Y/n…Y/n… Mhhh”, almost whining, he clawed at his own hair with his free hand and shamelessly pushed his ass back against your face, wanting more – no – needing more.

“Hmm, pretty boy likes that, hm? Your cute little hole is twitching so much, haha. And that from a little bit of teasing. So cute and sensitive.”, you laughed, teasing him even more.

Kei felt his face being all hot and probably really red from your teasing words, but he couldn’t help but whine a “Yes, yes. I like it, don’t stop. Please.” back, being honest and not holding back, because why should he? Being a brat just wasn’t his thing, Hawks had always been open and honest in the bedroom and that was one thing you certainly appreciated.

Spiting between his cheeks for a bit of lubrication, it was then Kei’s turn to move on from biting his lip to biting into his fist or he would have been way too loud, feeling so turned and hot when your tongue pushed inside. Your wet muscle moving and wiggling as your hands were spreading his ass properly to give you enough room to enter his cute little hole as far as you could with your tongue.

Hawks’ cock was twitching in his pants, a small wet spot already in it, since he never wore any underwear after showering, hence why the movement of his hips gave him a small friction. Though, soon, you held his ass tightly in your hands so that he couldn’t thrust anymore, merely whining loudly and pushing back wantonly.

“Y-Y/n… such a tease.”, he choked out under a breathless laughter, only to moan once more when you pulled out in one go, before you teased his hole with the tip of your tongue, swiftly flicking and licking. The almost feathery touches made Hawks shake and groan, trying to push back more, but he couldn’t, having to endure your teasing.

“Ahh!”, once you pushed your broad tongue against his skin and licked over his twitching muscle, it was hard to hold back the loud moans, even though he had already left bite marks on his own hand from trying to suppress his sounds.

“Hmmm Baby really loves getting his ass eaten, huh? So, so cute and honest, hmhm.”, a chuckle followed your seductive purr, his little high-pitched approving “Hmhm” made you smirk.

Pulling your tongue back eventually, you spit onto his skin one last time before you reached out your finger and rubbed against his cute, messy hole, Kei already opening up and inviting you to tease him more while he was a shivering mess.

“Y/n… Please… I want it. Let me warm your cock while I work, plea- nggff.”, he couldn’t talk further when your tongue was back to lapping around his soft muscle while simultaneously teasing him with your finger.

For a moment, he thought you would just ignore his plea, but only a few moments later, you pulled back completely and sat back up.

“I hear you, Handsome. But we need lube.”, and so, you stood up, even though he was whining a “Noo, we don’t need it, I can handle it, Baby. Please.” while grabbing your hand and pulling you back.

“Kei…”, you could see the lust shimmering in his golden eyes, and yet, when you leaned down, the kiss you pressed onto his lips was so gentle, before you said, “We can't, Sweety. As much as I just want to ram myself into your tight little ass.”, then leaning in and whispering, “I don’t want to hurt you and spit alone ain’t it, you know that. You are just too small and cute.”

For a few seconds, he just stared at you, displeased and pouting, only to then say, ��Ugh, I hate you for being right.” Dramatically sighing, he let go of your hand and after another soft kiss and chuckled “I love you too, Handsome.”, you swiftly went into the bedroom to get some lube.

Blowing a strand of hair out of his face, he waited until you came back, still a little pouty because he hated it when such things interrupted sexy time, but of course, Kei knew that spit wasn’t enough, especially considering how small he was compared to you – still… he wanted your cock inside so badly already.

Looking ahead at his laptop and the almost blank document, Hawks got excited just thinking what you were about to do. Warming your cock while working was something you had both done quite often already, hence why, when you finally came into the living room again, he immediately presented his ass again.

“Come on, Y/n. You make me wait way too long.”, he whimpered while shaking his hips, making you snicker and sit down again, just to hear his blissful groan when you grabbed and spread his ass once more.

“I know, I know. So impatient, but don’t worry. We can continue….right away.”

Squeezing out the lube, Kei was instantly shivering and twitching again, before another moan left his glistening lips when you pushed two fingers inside effortlessly, spreading his hole, though his small “Wait.” startled you a bit.

However, Hawks was simply rising and changing positions so he was kneeling beside you now, flashing that teasing smirk as he whispered, “You better hurry and prepare me.”, before he pulled down your pants, your big cock bouncing back and almost making him drool just from seeing it.

“Don’t worry, Baby, I will.”, though your own heavy groan as he didn’t wait to swallow your cock made his heart jump.

Moaning around your thick dick, your free hand was buried inside his hair, which only spurred him on, hence he started moving skillfully, taking as much as he could into his little mouth while your digits were back to ramming into his tiny hole, another soon following to spread him properly, the squelching sounds of the lube and his sloppy sounds from sucking you off made his pretty dick twitch and ooze even more precum.

“Hmmh mhhh!”, suppressed, blissful moans were escaping his throat, just to pull back and tease your cockhead with his tongue, drooling on it for greater slip before sucking on your tip while listening to your own delightful moans that got him even more riled up. Meanwhile his hand was busy softly squeezing and massaging your balls.

“Ahnh?!”, a surprised cry escaped his throat when you hit against that sweet spot, your breathlessly groaned “Found it.” only making him whimper and teasingly pinch your thigh in embarrassment.

“Are you ready, Pretty Boy?”, were the words that excited him the most, and so, Kei released your cock with a loud pop and raised his head, his shimmering, teary gold eyes telling you everything you needed to know.

“I thought you’d never ask, Baby.”, he smirked crookedly, hence you leaned forward to capture his lips, making him whine when you pushed your tongue into his mouth, a hot fight for dominance igniting immediately.

Clawing at your t-shirt, Kei’s knees felt like pudding and yet, the more you kissed him, the more vigorously your tongue moved and intertwined with his, the more he sank against you defeatedly, completely wrapped around your little finger as he groaned into your mouth wantonly while you were still stirring up his insides with your digits and making sure to spread him open properly.

Only after a few mind-blowing kisses, you finally pulled back, making him gasp and smile deliriously, before he instantly came back to reality when he was suddenly empty and twitching. “Y/n…”, he barely whined with a cute pout on his lips.

“Hmhmh, what? Isn’t this what you wanted, Kei? I thought you wanted to be stuffed full with my cock? Please, take it away, my love.”, and the grin you flashed him was seriously dangerous for his heart.

Gulping lightly, he nodded a bit, just to grab the lube to drizzle a bit onto your cock as well. Kei was glad you were holding his hips once he hovered above your lap, his back and little stumps pressed into your chest as he slowly slid down and guided your cockhead into his tiny hole.

“Hnnfff!”, throwing his head back against your shoulder, he instantly hissed in pleasure when you spread him easily, your own growls and groan making his heart swell knowing you felt as good as him. Thanks to the lube, he could easily push his hips down inch after inch until your cock was snugly buried inside and Hawks was comfortably sitting in your lap.

“Hmm fuck, so nice and warm. Hah, I missed having your tight ass around me, Baby.”, you dreamily sighed and kissed the nape of his neck, making him whimper and shiver while kicking the last bit of pants that were hanging around his knees off and onto the floor, thus sitting fully naked in your lap.

The feeling of having your cock stuffed inside his little hole, being spread so deliciously much and knowing you enjoyed yourself too, was sending him already on cloud nine. For a few moments, you stayed like that, your lips simply nipping and kissing on his neck and Kei just leaning back and relishing the minutes of having your dick inside.

Your hand was soon sneaking around his waist and lazily playing with his pretty dick, your lover barely whimpering and breathlessly moaning as he spread his legs more to give you more room to softly stroke him.

“I…I need to write my report…”, he whispered eventually.

“I know … You are just so cute and pretty, it’s hard not to touch you, Kei.”, the purr against his skin sent a chill up his spine, while he was also laughing a bit, cheeks a soft rosy color because your words made his heart jump.

However, after a few more seconds of savoring the moment, you then grabbed the blanket that was always resting on your backrest of the sofa, to softly place it on top of him so he wasn’t cold being that exposed, especially since you knew how easily cold he was.

Takami then also reached for a pillow and his laptop, a small hiss escaping his lips when his cock rubbed up against the cushion and blanket when he put it into his own lap, but nothing more.

Blinking a few times to get rid of the blurry vision, he then reached out his shaking hands and started typing again, while your own arms were lazily resting around his hips and your lips softly kissing his ear and neck, making him sigh and lean into the touch more.

It literally only took a few moments and Keigo was already extremely comfortable with this current situation, the ever so light twitching of your cock inside his wet hole reminded him every time that he was stuffed full, yet, it made it easier for him to write, snuggled up against your big body, warming your cock and simply feeling you pressed against his back.

The delicious feeling of your soft lips against his skin and your hands massaging his outer thighs was sheer bliss. Enough touches to not distract him while keeping him on cloud nine and not letting him drift away.

And the softest groans and little moans that escaped your lips whenever he would tighten around your dick, made the little feathery stumps puff up every now and again, loving the way you sounded and enjoyed yourself, being fully into this situation as much as he was.

Even though his head should have been empty, his fingers were moving quickly on the keyboard, words spilling onto the document. For some reason, warming your cock while working made him work more efficiently. Hawks felt full and warm and loved, maybe that’s why he could concentrate more on his job.

Your little kisses and bites should have distracted him, but they only made Kei relax more against you while the only sounds were occasional little groans and the typing on the keyboard, otherwise it was quiet. However, when you moved a little to adjust yourself, or just to tease him, he couldn’t suppress his little blissful grunt as your thick cock was moving in his little hole, making him shiver and gulp in order to stay concentrated.

“You are so warm and wet, Baby…”, you purred and his concentration was basically out of the window as he whined your name quietly. “I’m sorry, it’s hard to hold back. God, you feel just… so amazing. The way your tight little hole squeezes my cock, fuck.”

Inevitably Takami was tightening the moment you said that, his walls pulsating with lust and massaging your big dick with every little twitch, making him once more hyper aware that he was stuffed full.

“J-Just a little longer. I’m done soon.”, Kei said after he had tilted his head and pulled you in for a quick kiss.

Turning to his laptop and snuggling more into your lap to feel every inch of you again, he went back to typing his report while your hands were softly caressing his sides and your lips gently peppering kisses onto his neck.

If it wasn’t for you being impatient, Kei probably could have sat there for the next hours without moving much, the feeling of your cock buried inside and making him feel so full was amazing. Even if he would try to imitate that feeling by using a butt plug, it could never compare to your actual cock; the light twitching, the pulsating, every little thing a plug couldn’t give him, you could, making this situation so amazingly intense and hot and why he wanted to draw it out as much as possible.

Hawks’ heart was thumping wildly in his chest when he realized he was approaching the end of his report faster than he wanted. Being able to work so efficiently by warming your cock was so lewd, he would die if anyone would ever find out about it.

Relishing the last minutes of feeling your warm dick buried inside his ass, he typed the ending of his report and then closed the laptop and put it onto the desk in front of the sofa, your lips immediately kissing along his ear and the deep purr escaping your throat made him shiver.

“Y/n…”

“Pretty boy is done, hm?”

Kei only nodded, only to have you throw away the pillow from his lap and rip away the blanket to expose his twitching, leaking cock and the mess he had left on the sofa.

“Look at you… you really love having my cock inside, hm? I bet you want to sit on my dick all day long if you could, hm, pretty boy?”, you chuckled and reached down; teasing him by softly stroking the tip only, just to hear him whimper and buck his hips.

“I… I would love that.”, he answered so honestly while leaning back against your strong chest, ass tightening around your cock when you started moving your hand a little faster.

“Hmmm having your warm, wet ass around me all day… Fuck, that would be amazing, wouldn’t it? Snugly buried inside your cute little hole.”, your words excited him, his pretty dick already so red and hot and leaking so incredibly much.

Merely warming your cock wasn’t enough anymore, he wanted to feel you – properly. Thrusting his hips lightly, Kei moaned and begged, “Please, Y/n… Ahnh Baby, fuck me!” And his wish was your command.

Letting go of him, you instead grabbed him underneath his knees and pulled his legs up, before you leaned back onto the sofa and started pulling out, Takami immediately moaning when the feeling of being stuffed to the brim was gone, only to cry out once you rammed your thick cock back inside, almost enough to make him cum on the spot.

“Y/n!”, throwing his head back against your shoulders with a loud moan, he was merely clawing at your arms while you fucked him silly. Due to warming your cock for the last 30 or so minutes, Hawks was so sensitive and sexually loaded that the penetration against his sweet spot made him see little blinking lights.

“I-I’m gonna…”, he barely choked out under crying, his own dick and balls bouncing vigorously due to your hard thrusts, knowing how to ram into him to make him babble merely incoherent stuff. Even though he warned you, you didn’t stop, didn’t let him catch his breath, instead your movements got rougher and more uncontrollable, which only made Kei cry even more.

To think he was so incredibly sensitive that he could cum in mere minutes after warming your cock was embarrassing, and yet, he didn’t care. Because as your own deep groans left your lips, he knew you were as close as him, knew that when his little ass was warming your cock it was a sweet torture for you that pushed you both closer to the edge together.

After a few minutes of him crying and whimpering, Hawks could feel how close you were, your movements became more erratic and sloppy and with how close he was himself, it only took a few more of your uncontrolled thrusts against his prostate to make him arch his back and desperately moan and cry out your name as he emptied his cock all over himself, spurts of seed hitting his tummy and up to his chest while his dick was moving and bouncing.

Listening to your own groans and loud moans of his name made his heart almost explode, before he could already vividly feel your own cock twitching and pulsating in his ass, feeling your cum filling him up as you were shaking and falling back onto the sofa completely.

Moaning and groaning in unison, you held on to him, while Kei held on to you, both of you letting your hips ride out that orgasm fully.

“Stay…”, Takami barely croaked as he put his pushed his hips down completely onto your lap to keep the cum stuffed in his ass, making you laugh a little.

“Don’t worry…we can stay like this for as long as you want.”, you panted and whispered in his ear and he just sighed blissfully while snuggling against your chest while you let go of his legs to rest them on the sofa again, so you could sling your arms around his small body to hold him close.

“Ahan”, laughing and moaning kind of at the same time once you reached out your hand to touch his oversensitive, still leaking cock, but he didn’t stop you from softly stroking his tip and squeezing out every last bit of cum, instead, he was just gasping for breath and laying there as you touched him lazily.

Turning his head, he puckered his lips a bit, immediately getting the attention he wanted as you leaned down to kiss him, this time, your tongues entwining and playing softly while your hand was caressing him, all while he still felt your big cock inside his little ass, this time even more full than before thanks to your huge load.

“Thank you, Handsome.”, he then mumbled against your lips, your questioning “Hm?” only making him chuckle and whisper, “For helping me write my report. I appreciate it.” and the grin that appeared on your lips was enough to make him bite his own a bit.

“No problem, Pretty Boy. Always at your service. And now come here.”, and with that, you had pulled him back to capture his lips, Hawks merely sighing in bliss and relishing the moments of successfully having written the report and being connected with you.

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writer’s note: did i mention how much i adore this birb boy? pull his hair, spank him and make him drool and he will still beg for more, hawks is such a pretty little bird man and hungry for y/n’s cock 24/7😌 also, i had fun w the title lol

#salemswriting.#hawks x male reader #takami keigo #hawks #takami keigo x male reader #bnha x male reader #bottom hawks

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insomniamamma · 3 years

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Safe: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

A/n: What can I say? I'm hormonal and all my shit hurts and if I cannot get snuggles IRL then I will write something super soft and self-indulgent to make myself feel better. Part of the Prickle AU. Set sometime after Sacellum.

Warnings: Oh no! There's only one bed. Soft!Ezra. Language. Cee's best friend on The Pug is non-binary and also named after my little boy's favorite stuffy. Maybe the slightest bit of angst. But mostly super soft.

"You did this on purpose." "Right hand to Kevva, I did not. I asked for double occupancy and they must have misunderstood and--" "You don't have a right hand," "Let's go back to the reception desk," says Ezra, "We may be able to negotiate more appropriate accommodations." "Errgh," you groan. Reception had been a nightmare, three freighters worth of traffic trying to secure berths all at once. It was a lot of people. Too many for your liking. Cee was staying with Kit and their family. Kit and Cee had practically tackled each other right there on the dock, everyone else forgotten, walked away arm in arm. "We shove off in three cycles," Ezra hollered at her retreating back, and she flapped a dismissive hand at him. You had to smile. For three cycles Cee gets to be a normal teenager hanging out with her best friend without worrying about points and pulls and overhead costs and fuel margins. "I don't wanna go back down there," you say, "Too many people. I think twice the population of Falnost was waiting in that fucking line." You brush past him and into the suite. The ceilings are low and slightly curved and it feels strange to be under this much grav. The outer rings of Puggart Bench have something close to terra-normal gravity, but after so much time spent on little moons and worldlets, this much G feels weird and you have no desire to trudge back down to reception. "You sure?" Asks Ezra. "Yeah," you drop your day bag and press a hand to the mattress. "Look at the size of this thing. It's, like, five crash-couches wide. This seems above our pay grade." "They're overbooked," says Ezra, "We're paying the same points for the berth we should have gotten. I made sure of it. I can sleep in that recliner if--" "No." "No?" "Kevva, Ez, we're both adults," you say, "I think we can share a bed for a night without exploding."

Your suite has a real, honest-to-Goddess shower with a generous 15 minute timer. You scrub as fast as you can and then just let the water hit you, let the pressure pound on your tense back muscles until the chime sounds and the water cuts off. You towel off and dress, soft clothes you sleep in, and pad out into the main room. Ezra is reading, face far off and serious, and you just look at him for a minute, illuminated in the warm lamp-light, absorbed in his book, little furrow between his brows and then he looks up, all knowing smirk and dancing eyes, he's caught you staring. "Your turn, Ez," You say and turn your face away. Kevva. This man. You've been trying to keep things professional, but it's a losing battle. His flirtations make you flush, but he's never tried to push you, never tried to leverage the fact that it's his name on the ship's title, that you signed a contract, that you are junior-most crew. You feel safe with him. And, from your limited experience in the fringe, that is a miracle in itself.

Ezra sets his book aside and heads for the bathroom. You peel the sheets from the other side of the bed and settle in. There's a media player bolted to the wall, but you just want quiet. You switch off the lamp on your nightstand (we both have lamps, we both have a nightstand, how weird is that?) The sheets feel deliciously cool against your skin. To be clean and sleeping in clean sheets...if Heaven isn't like this Kevva's got some answering to do. Ezra sings in the shower. You're barely awake and you smile. Ezra can't carry a tune in a bucket, singing fringeling songs and reels, stories of mercs and pirates and ghosts and you drift off to the sound of him, the sound of the water running.

He sees you soft and loose and asleep. No rail-gun, no body armor, no thrower under your pillow. Your face slack, snoring slightly. You've kicked out of the blankets and lay curled as if chilled. "Hey Artichoke," he murmurs, pulls the blankets up and tucks them around you, "Let's get you warm, yeah?"

Ezra wakes. Bleared red numbers of the clock saying that this is still the deepest ditch of local night. Ezra is warm and confused. He feels you pressed against him, your chest to his back, an arm hooked around his middle, your legs entwined with his. You've sought him out in your sleep and folded yourself around him, your breath slow and steady against his nape. Ezra's eyes prick with tears. He can't remember the last time he's been held like this. He's had lovers. He has payed for sex on the less reputable Benches of the Great Arm, but for someone to hold him? For someone to touch him without payment, without trying to press some advantage, gain some kind of leverage, without priming him for the inevitable backstab? He is overwhelmed. He tries to wriggle away from you, but your arm just tightens around him. "...fixed the transponder," you mutter against his neck, "told you we didn't need...told you..." He pats your arm and relaxes against you. "Okay, Artichoke, okay, sweetheart. Go back to sleep."

You wake enfolded, Ezra's good arm wrapped around you. You feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, the slow sussurration of his breath, the snores that catch in his throat and turn to murmurs, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. You've tucked yourself against him in your sleep. Your hand rests on his sternum. Oh Kevva. What are you doing? You go rigid. Your first impulse is to wrestle out of his hold, take one of the blankets and install yourself in the recliner that you wouldn't let Ezra take, but part of you wants to stay right here in the combined warmth of your bodies, feeling his breath, his heart, his calloused palm spread against your shoulder. You shift, making the smallest effort to pull yourself away and his arm tightens further, a low, sleepy chuckle reverberates through his chest. "Hi Ez," "Hi." He strokes the pad of his thumb along the exposed curve of your shoulder. "I'll get up," you say, even as he shifts and cups the back of your head in his palm, tucking you closer. "You don't have to," he says, voice rough with sleep. This gesture pricks at your heart. Coming up on Falnost has made you hard, guarded, there has been precious little gentleness in your life, pulling rocks out of the parched ground since you were big enough to lift a shovel. Learned to fight and shoot to chase water-thieves from the homestead. He strokes the back of your head like one might pet a skittish cat and your heart squeezes. "Ezra?" You hate how small your voice sounds, you hate the uncertainty you hear there, "Are we okay?" "Of course we are," he says, "Why wouldn't we be?" "I wrapped around you like a Bueller's world python and I did it in my sleep-" "The wrapping was mutual-" "You're not mad or uncomfortable or anything?" He laughs again, gentle huff of breath against the crown of your head. "Mad about waking with you in my arms? The day I'm mad about that you can just shoot me in the head and send me to Kevva because I will surely have lost my ever-loving mind." You smile against his skin and relax some, your hand unfists and you curl your arm around his soft belly, feel his breath hitch. "Tickles." "Sorry." You feel yourself drift, skirting the edge of sleep. He is warm and solid and you let yourself relax against him. “This feels...safe..." you say, so close to sleep that you're not sure if you've said it aloud or if you've just thought it. And you're not sure if you hear his response or dream it, one word. Always.

"She's late," says Ezra. "We still got a sixteenth to button up and board," "Still," says Ezra, "Yon freighter will leave with our pod wether we're strapped in it or not." You see Cee and Kit, trailed by Kit's parents, weaving through the crowd. Cee is beaming, her blonde hair has a brilliant streak of blue, and Kit has a matching streak in their hair. "Hey guys!" Cee hugs Ezra and then hugs you. "How was your shore leave, Little Bird? I like the fancy hair." "Isn't that cool? We've got matching streaks," says Cee. "It's semi-permanent," says Kit, "We'll pick a different color next time!" You have to smile. Cee looks revitalized. Three cycles spent with her friend, just doing normal kid things has been good for her. "Check this out!" says Cee and pushes a laminated drawing towards the two of you. Ezra makes a show of looking carefully. "I recognize you and Kit," he says, "I am not familiar with these other people, though." "They're from The Streamer Girl, dumbass," says Cee, "Here's Clo and Reive and Lily and Auri. See? Kit put us right in the story." Ezra gives Kit his best smile. “You drew this? You are very talented." Kit smiles big. "Thanks!" says Kit, "I'll put you guys in the next one! Maybe you could be professors at Bowsun Academy or something." "I look forward to it," says Ezra. "Time to go, Cee," you say and Cee and Kit exchange one more enthusiastic hug. "Later fringeling!" Calls Kit. "Piss off, stationer!" Cee calls back. Ezra curls his fingers around yours and squeezes. Cee tells you all about her three cycles with Kit, the movies they watched, the Real Food they ate. How Kit's little brother wanted a blue streak in his hair too and Kit's parents said no and how mad he got. I wanna be cool like Kit and Cee. "I told him he's got plenty of time to be cool," says Cee, "And he told me that I don't understand how the world works. He's like, four." Ezra laughs. "Wise for his years." Says Ezra. And the three of you fall quiet. You find the pod much as you left it, towed to the Polly Jean and clipped in, transferred by the station's tugs. You settle in and do a full systems check. Calling out the checklists and making sure everything is good for transit. "What are you guys so happy about?" asks Cee. "Whatever do you mean?" asks Ezra. "You been all smiles since I hit the dock," says Cee, "Both of you. Did we score a really good job? Did we win the Puggart Bench lottery or something? What aren't you telling me?" "That," says Ezra, "Is for us to know and you to endlessly speculate about." "Hmph," says Cee.

Tagging: @oonajaeadira, @grogusmum , @honestly-shite, @writeforfandoms, @ladyvengeancesposts, @the-blind-assassin-12

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daisiesandshakes · 3 years

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Good day my dear and first of all, let me thank you and praise you for your beautiful HC! I really enjoyed reading each one of them, and I'm grateful to have your posts filling my dashboard!🥰

If I may leave a request in your ask box... I would like to have a HC reaction of Le Comte, Shakespeare, and Theodorus with MC who gets all nervous and anxious with getting skinship from them for the first time (but eventually can handle it in time).

Thank you beforehand and do take your time and no rushing things! Stay safe and have a nice day~! 🍀✨

Hi sweetheart!

I am so honored to have you in my ask box 💝 thousand thanks for your praise, I am so happy you liked my HC!

Sorry it took a few days to write yours, and I really, really hope you enjoy it!

Here you go:

Ikevamp reactions to a MC who is afraid with skinshipping (Shakespeare, Theodorus & le Comte)

Shakespeare

At their introducing to each other William notices the hesitation as he reaches for her hand to blow a kiss on it. Might this dazzling, little dove be scared? Immediatly he interrupts his action and only bows with a warm smile on his handsome face to comfort her.

Shakespeare can read people very well and recognizes instantly that she gets scared when someone touches her directly. Dealing with his own fear (he's afraid of the dark) he knows how hard it can be to live with anxiety.

"Feareth nothing mine own fair maiden, I wouldst nev'r toucheth thee without p'rmission."

Enchanted by her sweet personality he's very eager to please and comfort her. When she's in town William tries to join her as much as possible, always walking on the side where people could touch her by accident. He would offer his arm when she needs to secure her steps and walk in front of her when it's crowdy (while glaring daggers) to guide her safely through.

Searching for ways to know her better Will arranges many, long walks at the Seine and dinner at a restaurant at a late hour when it's less crowded, chatting with her for hours. Seeking for possibilities to create a pleasantly warm and welcomed atmosphere for her, he asks her also for dinner at his Villa, reading out his newest script and teaching her old english.

Soon after William invites her to his rehearsals (he instructed his troupe members to avoid touching her), hoping that his kind and open troupe makes her feel more safe with the time. And to his greatest pleasure it seems to work. Everyone treats her like a precious, lost little sister and she starts to lose her inner tension around them.

It begins with small gestures, like helping the troupe members getting dressed with their costumes, passing over the props without flinching when they accidently touch her.

One evening she tells William how much she enjoyed the day with a bright smile while she lays her hand on his for a second. "I am so joyous to heareth those honest w'rds from thy fair lips" He turns his face away from her, so she couldn't glimpse the suspicious glistening in his eyes.

The day the play should start an actress has an accident and is not able to take part. Although she's got only a short performance, it presents an important twist in the play. Shakespeare is desperate and about to cancel the whole play, but then...

"I could do her part." MC's voice is faint but firm. Shakespeare's eyes grow wide with surprise. "Art thee sure about yond?"

She plasters a confident smile on her face. "Yes, I saw the rehearsals so many times, I could speak all lines backwards" she giggles, "and there is only one line for myself, so..."

William closes the gap between them, gazing deep in her eyes, frowning.

"T's not the line yond conc'rns me, I am sure thou art able to mast'r t. But the act'r hast to holdeth thee in his arms and I wonneth't confronteth thee with aught yond maketh thee feel uncomfortable."

She swallows hard but replies: "I can do it. When the embrace is soft and he won't press my body against his... I should go along with it. You all worked so hard for it, to see the play cancelled would hurt me much more than his arms around my waist."

The actor appears next to them "Princess, I swear I'll only hold you with the wings of a butterfly!"

With a warm and lovingly glare Shakespeare whispers "So t shouldst beest as thee wisheth. Thee can't imagineth what t means to me yond thee art willing to confronteth thy fears f'r our success."

As the stage play ends the audiance gives standing ovations. After every actor and at least William bows to the public, he rushes backstage for laudatary words. Spotting her his expression lightens up even more "Mine own muse, thee madeth t! Thee enchant'd ev'ryone and hath brought us most wondrous success!" he declares smiling. Laughing joyfully she hurries towards him, throwing her arms around his shoulders and Shakespeare freezes. "I am so, so happy for you Will! Everything went smoothly! Listen to the applause, Will! It seems it won't end!" As she lifts her head to meet his gaze he takes her delicate hand softly into his, and suddenly she realizes that she hugged him without any hesitation.

"Thee not feareth mine own toucheth anym're, little turtledove?" he asks barely audible.

Lost for words she only shakes her head, thightening the grip around his shoulder. Leading her hand slowly up to his face, Will watches her reactions closely, ready to stop at any second when her features show displeasure. But the radiant expression in her eyes and the smile on her lips stays, and he nuzzles his cheek into her palm with a sigh. Resting her cheek against his chest she clings to him and both close their eyes, enjoying this special moment, knowing there are a lot more waiting for them to explore.

Theodorus

At first he's just annoyed by the "new, helpless hondje" that stays with them at the mansion. But after a few days he learns from a conversation between Vincent and her that she loves art as much as he does, what awakens his interest. Paying more attention to her now he feels attracted to her charming personality and repartee (mostly when it comes to repel Arthur's salacious remarks).

In one of those moments he notices her unusual pale face and the tension in her body, trying to keep a distance between her and Arthur. Although his "threatening words" and his advances are supposed to be merely a jest, she looks like a cornered animal. It clicks in his mind.

Pulling Arthur back at his collar he growls "That's quite enough, get your besotted mess off her. That little hondje will only bark for me." A bit confused and wide eyed Arthur leaves you both alone.

Theo sighs. "You can't bear the touch of someone, am I right?" She didn't expect that he of all residents would recognize it first and in her surprise she only nods. Theo buzzes "Then stay around me and Vincent, that should be safe for you. I'll talk to the others, there is no point in hiding your anxiety. You shouldn't look over your shoulder in fear like a scared, helpless puppy everytime someone gets close to you."

Theo talks to the other residents the same day (threatens Arthur to beat the sh*t out of him if he dares to come too close to her again). From now on everybody still treats her kind and caring, but keeping a respectful distance.

Taking her right away everywhere with him he makes sure no one touches her, even by accident. In crowded places people make quickly room for them only due to his intimidating, beaming glare, ready to spread some black eyes if somebody should be so stupid to lay their filthy fingers on her.

She asks him why he's doing all that for her but Theo only replies "You can't bear it to be touched, I can't bear to have a sad, whining puppy around me. That's all."

But she realizes real soon that he is a very caring and soft person despite his harsh words.

Taking King out for a walk - "Hondje come with me. You need some fresh air and King likes you, so he might behave a bit when you come with us."

"You don't think you could go to town shopping without me, don't you? You need someone to take you by your leash. I'll come with you. We need more sirup either."

Sharing the love for art he'll even invite her to join him in his search for new talented painters. The more time they spend together, the more she seems to lose her anxiety around him, feeling comfortable in his presence. One evening both strall down the Seine he calls her near "Look at this picture hondje!" He stands close to the canvas, his left hand stroking over the frame. She rushes over to his right side and leans in, her shoulder touching his chest. "This is beautiful, Theo!"

"Yes, it is..." he mumbles into her hair, not sure if he's still talking about the picture, inhaling her sweet scent.

After they both discovered this talented painter Theo invites her the next evening into his favorite bar to celebrate this occasion.

It only takes a few drinks (although the bartender had the instruction to water her drinks down) and she's already tipsy. "Oi, hondje! We should leave now, I don't want to carry you back to the mansion!" She only giggles at this imagination and to his surprise no snubbing remark follows. Leaving the bar she stumbles soon, losing her balance. "Watch out, hondje!" He grabs her by her arm before she could fall to the floor. "Ouh, I feel dizzy Theo... would you mind to take a rest at this bench over there?" Nodding he immediatly leads her over, not letting go of her arm. As they sit down next to each other he mumbles "I hope it was okay to hold you at your arm, but I was afraid..."

She cuts him off, giving him a sweet smile "Nah, it was okay Theo. And at least you didn't have to carry me. I am not that drunk..." suddenly a hickup interrupts her. "Oooh nooo..." she whines.

Theo bursts into laughing "I see..." after a second she joins into his laughter. When the last giggle fades, she closes her eyes, resting her head at his shoulder. "I feel so tired all of a sudden."

"Don't mind. You can rest here with me for a while if you need to." he replies with an unusual soft voice. Very slowly he puts his arm around her, in case she wants to raise an objection. "I am not scared of your touch anymore." She murmurs, "I have to admit I'm really enjoying this right now." her words are almost inaudible while she nuzzles her face at his chest. Theo freezes in disbelief, an unknown warmth spreads through his entire body and his heart feels like bursting, relieved that she can't see the heat in his cheeks. Listening to her steady breathing he knows she fell asleep and he kisses her temple ever so slightly "So I have to carry you nevertheless." he mumbles with a grin. In the future he'd make sure no one ever gets the opportunity to touch her. But from now on his actions comprises a further reason.

Le Comte

He's living for centuries now and is able to read in people's heart almost like in an open book. Le Comte recognizes her reserved way when it comes to physical touch immediatly and invites her to his room for a talk. After he gives her a graceful and encouraging smile she tells him hesitantly about her anxiety, feeling embarressed to tell him about her inner demons.

"Ma cherie, don't feel ashamed. There's no reason for that. I'll ensure that everyone in the mansion respects your fears. And please don't hesitate to talk to me about anything that might concern you. Anytime."

This day all residents have a personal conversation with Le Comte in his room.

He will buy her several pair of exclusive leather gloves, so it might be easier for her to get along with her fear to be touched at her hands.

Knowing that public and crowded places are going hand in hand with the fear of being touched by accident he makes sure that almost everything her heart desires would be delivered into the mansion. A few days after her arrival she stumbles over a bunch of new dresses in her room and quite surprised she asks him how he knows her dress size. With slight flushed cheeks and avoiding her gaze he answers that he only has a good eye. (Liar... he observes her so intensly he could tell how many eyelashes her left eye has even when Sebas would wake him up from his deepest slumber...)

He will gladly take every opportunity talking to her, hoping that knowing each other better will reduce her tension and anxiety. Treating her like a princess with the utmost respect and warmth, she begins to relax in his presence. Strolling with Comte through the garden, taking tea in the gazebo, chatting about nothing and everything. Everytime they spend time together the space between them seems to melt a bit more.

Taking a walk early through the garden together became a morning routine in the meantime and today it's warm and the sky bright blue. Suddenly King rushes playful towards them and jumps on her, trying to lick over her face. Totally caught offguard she loses her balance and stumbles backwards but le Comte immediatly catches her at the waist. "King, come here you stubborn beast!" Theo yells but King is already rushing further into the mansion. Theo apologizes quickly to them as he runs after his dog. "Are you hurt, ma cherie?" Concern lies in St.Germain's glance and voice. She giggles. "No, I am fine. King is such a cute "beast". Thank you for catching me Comte." At this moment he realizes that his arms are still around her and with an almost inaudible sigh he pulls his hands off her waist. "I am so glad nothing happened to you, ma belle." Then it comes to his mind, that she didn't complain at his touch. She didn't even flinch... pure happiness spreads through every nerve of his body and with a joyful smile on his lips they continue their walk.

A week later the weather ist still nice and warm, so she decides to visit the market place in town, getting some fresh air and maybe some fruits. The market is almost over as she arrives and less crowded. With a happy smile she studies the remaining goods as a salesman appears directly in front of her, eager to sell her one of his scarves. "A little dove like you should wear a scalf, the wind still can be chilly..." Smiling politely she refuses, but the seller doesn't give up. "Here, this one matches your beautiful eyes" he goes on, his hands almost around her neck with the scarf. She freezes in panic, her face pale with shock as suddenly someone appears behind her, grasping the sellers'hands, holding them away from her neck. "Sir, what do you think you are doing, to harry a young lady like this?" Comte pushes the hands of the seller with one arm away, his other arm already protective around her shaking form. The burning anger in his eyes makes the salesman flee in panic without another word. Comte's gaze softens instantly as his eyes roam over her body with utmost concern. "Cherie, did he hurt you?" Still shaking she replies sobbing "No... It was o- only ..I was only scared he would touch me." Without thinking his grip around her tightens but in the next moment he takes a step away with a flustered expression on his graceful features "I'm begging your pardon, ma cherie, I shouldn't ... It wasn't my intention to embrace you without permission."

Shaking her head softly she closes the gap and leans back into his arms, her voice faint and pleading "Don't worry Comte, I am not scared of your touch anymore. If you don't mind, would you hold me a bit longer? It makes me feel safe." Stunned by her words he softly put his arms around her, his heart swelling with affection. As she rests her cheek against his chest with a sigh he whispers "I would so anything for you, ma cherie. And to hold you in my arms is my greatest pleasure." Slowly she lifts her chin to meet shiny golden eyes, in their dephts swirling so much love, adoration and yearning it takes her breath away. She answers his unspoken question with a lovingly smile.

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spencerreidscoffeecup · 3 years

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Sober Words (pt.2 Drunk Words..)

Summary: Pt. 2 for my past one shot!: 'Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts'.

After Spencer's late-night, drunken admittance to Y/n that he is in love with her, they both must come to terms with what he proclaimed to her the night before. Now, as he wakes up in her arms, will he remember what he said?

CW: fluff, kissing, Spencer has a slight headache, brief talk of alcohol consumption, penetrative sex, heavy petting, exhibitionalism (sex in a secluded, dandelion park lol), oral sex (female recieving), unprotected sex, dirty talk

AN: you all asked for it!! I hope you enjoy! <3

Word Count: 3375

Spencer's POV:

It was so peaceful; the morning sun pouring through the bedroom window, the white curtains fluttering lightly in the small, soft, spring breeze that brisked through the barely open window.

I was at peace.

I felt even better when I felt her arms around me, my face snuggled against her chest and my arms encasing her gently. My heart thrummed along as I tilted my head upwards to catch a glimpse of the beautiful woman's face.

She looked so tranquil, so at rest.

Her eyes were fluttered closed, the soft breaths she took making my body flitter with enthrallment. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow below her, some strays falling on her face. Her skin smelled of soft lavender that was dipped in sweet honey, the smell calming and almost nostalgic.

Small, fragile indents creased the corner of her sleeping eyes even though she was merely twenty-five. Those indents that were previously formed gently by her illuminating smile that made my breath catch in my throat would soon turn to wizened wrinkles in the future. They would tell the story of how beautiful her soul was when she was younger--and when she got older, people would come to realize how warm her soul was throughout her life, even as an elder.

The thought of growing old with her made my chest tighten with emotion and slight anxiety.

God, I love her so much.

This thought seemed to spark an electric wire in my brain that had since been short-circuited.

Memories from my drunken state the night before flashed through my mind like a stereoscope.

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"Y/n?" I asked quietly, my eyes closed as I leaned into her touch. "I love you so much."

I could practically hear the smile that creeped up on her face, but my intoxicated brain was too foggy with alcohol and pure, beautiful, love for the girl to see it clearly.

She responded, "I love you too, Spence."

No you don't, I thought, my sad heart twisted slightly in my chest. You won't love me the way I love you.

"No, no," I stopped my movements by holding her wrist, looking up at her through my eyelashes. "I love you. More than a friend would."

The truth is scary, but nonetheless, it is the truth.

I surrender.

The truth is too powerful.

"Shh, go to sleep, love." she shushed. I felt my eyes become sad, my bottom lip puffing out a bit.

Oh, no! Why did I admit this!, my drunk brain wheezed, my chest aching with pain and sadness.

"Do you not love me that way?" I asked childishly.

Please love me that way.

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Unfortunately for me, that was all I could get my brain to remember. I tried closing my eyes tightly, as though that would spur the inebriated memory to resurface. But alas, it didn't work.

I cursed at myself for gulping down drinks the night before. Yes, I regretted it slightly because of my throbbing headache, but also because if I wasn't stupidly drunk last night, I would be able to remember what the angel I was currently holding in my grasp had said to me. Or, it would have played out differently and either:

1) we would be together

2) our friendship would be awkward and ruined by my admittance.

Truthfully, I never drink. I never ever had the urge to. However, when Derek told me last night that I should 'shoot my shot' with Y/n, my anxiety had kicked in, and I thought that having just a few drinks would help loosen me up.

Oh, how foolish I was to believe such a thing.

I remembered.. Singing??.. to Y/n, and I also remembered hearing her bubbly laughter, which made my insides squirm happily, but I didn't remember much else.

Come on, why have an eidetic memory when I can't use it for something as crucial as this?

My battling thoughts were silenced as I felt the beauteous girl above me stir, her body curling into mine, a small whine exiting her throat.

I chose to put on a brave front, even though I was practically pissing myself on the inside. Her grip tightened on me, and I heard a deep inhale come from her nose before her eyes fluttered open, a small, tired smile gracing her drowsy--but ethereal--face.

"Hi," she whispered, a small crackle to her sleepy voice as our faces were so close, my cheeks no doubt turned a light pink.

"Hi," I whispered back, nuzzling my head into her shoulder and kissing her neck softly. She giggled. My fingertips buzzed with butterflies.

"Did you just wake up?" she asked, combing her lithe fingers through my hair.

"Yes."

It wasn't technically a lie, I mean, I had woken up about fifteen minutes ago. However, my urges to watch her in a deep slumber had apparently fought and passed time.

She hummed, wrapping her arms around my neck as I lay on her body. Her arms extend out to my lower back and I hear her yawn, my head still cuddling up close to her neck, my arms still wrapped around her.

I have to be dead. This is certainly heaven.

She gently massages my back as best as she can with my body still laying on top of her.

It's quiet for a moment until she speaks again.

"Spence, do you remember our conversation from last night?" she asks, and I feel my heart temporarily halt its happy beating.

"S-Some of it," I stammer, rolling off of her body to lie next to her. "Uhm, why?"

She looks sort of sad, and I wish I could remember last night.

"No reason," she kisses my nose softly before getting up and going to the bathroom. I feel my face burn a light crimson. "Hey, you wanna go to the park today?" she calls from the bathroom, as I check the time on my watch.

It reads: 9:30 am.

"Sure," I called back, sitting up in bed. She walks back to her room from her bathroom, taking her gray tank top off.

Jesus-

I gulp, pausing before finishing my sentence as I look away from her and her bare chest.

"Uh, w-which, uhm," I cleared my throat. "Which park?" I squeak.

I hear her hangers screech softly against her closet's clothing rack. "The one that's secluded and has all of those little dandelions.. Hey-"

She walks in front of my view as I was previously looking out her window.

She's completely naked except she's in her small, cotton panties, and I feel my breath hitch.

It's not like Y/n and I haven't seen one another naked-- we're great friends. We've showered together and exchanged slightly intimate touches, and I never thought much of it because of how much I love her.

We're intimate best friends, and I love it. She makes me feel good about my body and the way I look and am--and I do the same to her.

But usually when we take showers together, we turn the light off and only light some candles--I mean, that's what friends do, right?

I loved it nonetheless.

She would always wash my hair and kiss my chest, and I would always rub her shoulders and kiss her neck. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But going back to me recently, I had never seen her practically naked in broad daylight. Not that I was complaining; because I was definitely not. She was so beautiful. The stretch marks that lined the tops of her thighs and spiraled into extraordinary patterns and paths were just so perfect. Everything about her was perfect.

Even the imperfect things.

I tried to stray my eyes away from her puckered nipples as she held two shirts out in front of her.

"Which one do you think would be cute for today?" she asks.

"Uhm, th-the red tank top and floral skirt," I peep, smiling softly.

She grins, then kisses me on the forehead.

"Thank you, love."

She walks away and I blush even harder, humming a little of course.

She begins changing and talking. "You know, I think there are two things people waste their money on: bras and matching socks." I laugh softly, cuddling up to her pillow as I watch her slip into her skirt.

She isn't wearing a bra--of course, and whenever she does wear a bra, I can see how uncomfortable she is in them.

They do seem uncomfortable, if I am being totally honest.

"You know, there are few studies supporting if it is better to wear a bra or not, but most researchers say that it's actually better to not wear a bra. One of the few research projects to provide any kind of conclusion was a 15-year study completed in 2013 by Jean-Denis Rouillon, a professor in France. In his research, he concluded bras provide no benefits to women and might actually be harmful to breasts over time. Rouillon said his study involving 300 women ages 18 to 35 showed that women who did not wear bras developed more muscle tissue to provide natural support." I rambled, and Y/n giggled.

"Are you just wanting to see my tits, Spencer?"

My face heated up and I sat up quickly. "N-no! I just- I was just supporting what you were saying! N-not that I don't want to see your breasts, b-because I do! No- w-wait! That's not what I meant- I-"

Just keep digging yourself a rabbit hole, Spencer.

"Spence, relax," Y/n chuckled, fluffing her hair up in the bedroom mirror. "I was just joking, love."

I smiled meekly, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"R-right, sorry," I stand up from the bed, tossing the Advil and water that was left there from the night before and smile at Y/n fixing her hair. "You're so pretty." I add, feeling myself blush at how loudly I said such a thing.

It's the truth.

Y/n blushes, turning around and rolling her eyes playfully. "Go get dressed, Prettyboy."

I laugh softly and pick out a button up and slacks that I left in her closet just in case something similar to last night ever happened. Usually it was for sleepovers or if I abruptly came over for comfort late at night after a bad--or long (or bad and long)-- case, but I was grateful to use it today.

It's four in the afternoon before we make it out of her apartment.

We decided to stay at the park until golden hour because the weather always feels the best in the late-afternoon.

We spread a picnic blanket out in the secluded park area, and cuddle up together.

She laughs as we snack on small fruits that we packed in containers.

Y/n straddles my thigh as we see who can tie a cherry stem in their mouth the quickest. Small laughs and giggles erupt from our mouths as we try to keep serious. My hands are placed behind me as a means to hoist myself up.

She's barefoot, her cherry red toenails gleaming in the lazy sun. I still am in my dinosaur and striped socks.

Alas, I end up tying the quickest and tightest knot of the cherry stem, and she jokingly whines in defeat. She collapses onto my chest, and I fall back, our loud laughs echoing throughout the secluded park. Dandelions dance to the cool breeze around us as the sun begins to set.

We calm down and Y/n looks up at me through her doe-eyes.

I can't do this.

My heart is heavy.

I can't keep the truth inside of me any longer.

"I love you, Y/n," the light smile on my face dropped slowly, and was soon replaced with pure sincerity. Y/n's smile drops, and I can feel this yearning between us. "I love you." I quietly say again, our eyes never leaving one another's.

"You do?" she asks, her voice thick.

I nod. "I love you. I love everything about you. I can never get you out of my mind. Everything is so beautiful about you. Ever since I met you, I've loved you. I can't push my feelings down any longer.. I-I just-"

I'm soon cut off with a soft kiss from her. It's slow and soft, and my whole entire body tingles.

She pulls away. "I love you too, Spencer."

I smile wide, and she quickly does too.

Giggles burst from our chests, a sign of our relief that we finally admitted it to one another.

Memories from the night before flood back to me as we kiss again.

"No, Spence," she begins, dragging her thumb softly across my cheekbone. The touch lights my skin aflame. "I love you that way, too. So, so much."

"Really?" I smiled, my eyes beginning to close.

"Really." She reassures me.

I feel as though I am floating as she and I continue to kiss, our lips just conveying how much we truly care for each other.

She lies down next to me, and we just look at each other. My hand drifts across her face, and she nuzzles into my touch. We just admire one another for a few minutes, a blush still burning lightly on the apples of our cheeks.

"C-can I kiss you?" I ask quietly, glancing at her lips then looking back at her eyes, as though this is our first kiss. She nods with a small smile on her face, making me go closer to her before placing my hand on her cheek.

Then, I kissed her deeply. We then pull away and I ask once again, catching my breath lightly. "Can I continue kissing you?"

She giggles, pulling me in, then gets on top of me.

Between each kiss, our mantra is repeated. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..

Our breathing is quick and short as she helps me unbutton a few buttons of my shirt, and I help pull her tank top over her breasts. My lips attach to her nipples and I kiss her chest, sucking on her skin and in between the valleys of her breasts as she cries out.

Although no one is at the park and it is always secluded, I clamp my hand over her mouth, traveling my lips across the soft tissue of her neck.

I then travel back to sucking on her breasts.

Her laugh is uncontrollable as she pants, my tongue lapping over her erect nipples. I smile against her, my hands sliding up her waist and the sides of her torso. The several rings adorned on my fingers glint in the gold sun, and she gasps at how chilly they are compared to her warm skin.

I detach my mouth from her, enjoying the way her laugh sounds.

Just like her, it's beautiful.

A beautiful melody for a beautiful girl.

My thumbs run over her pebbled peaks. "Does it feel good?"

She nods, smiling bashfully. "It tickles!"

I smile again, craning my head upwards slightly to meet my lips with hers.

"Please do it again, Spence," she whispers, and I immediately take her nipple in my mouth, small giggles leaving hers as I work my tongue on her skin.

I flip her around, and she lets out a small yelp, giggling as I kiss down her chest, and up to her mouth. Her lips taste of sweet fruit and honey, and I can't seem to get enough of it.

Her back arches as I put my head under her skirt, kissing and nipping her inner thighs.

"Spence," she breathes, gasping slightly as I pull her panties down to her ankles. My tongue works between her folds as she whimpers my name, trying to keep her voice at a reasonable level. My hands hold her hips so tightly as I pull her further down on my mouth that she is sure to have small indents where my silver rings were, as well as my fingers. I then thrust my tongue in and out of her, using my thumb to massage her clit. "Baby, I- fuck! Ugh!"

She comes, grinding her hips down on my mouth and I let her.

She tastes so sweet, and I never want to stop tasting her saccharine nectar.

My hands massage her thighs as my tongue works her through her orgasm. Her body quivers as I kiss her sensitive clit, then pull my head from her skirt.

She giggles and pulls me up to meet my lips with hers. Everything is so intoxicating--much better than the alcohol I consumed the night before.

I'm surprised when she flips me over, straddling my hard, clothed dick.

Her shirt has fallen down since she flipped both of us over, so I hoist myself up on my forearms, folding her shirt to sit on the tops of her breasts and kiss suck lightly on each of them as she sighs with content. Y/n bends down to kiss my lips.

"Do you want this?" she asks, and I feel a surge of excitement blossom through me at the idea of doing something so scandalous in a park.

I nod, unable to swim in our usual repartee. "So bad. I love you."

"I love you," she whispers, the golden sun making her eyes glow.

She helps me get free from the confinement of my slacks, my dick tapping my lower belly and she groans softly.

"S-sorry, I know it's n-not much-" I begin to babble, but she cuts me off with a chilling kiss.

"Spencer, you're so beautiful. You're perfect, and it's perfect."

I blush, and she pulls her panties aside, kissing me softly as she begins to inch down onto my length. Her walls flutter around my cock, and I feel as though I am floating on cloud 9.

I pull her tight tank top over her breasts once more, the cool air making her shudder slightly. I wrap my arms around her as she inches up and down my dick, our moans floating above us.

"You feel so- God, Y/n- I love you-" I breathe, massaging her breasts as she whimpers and whines, her back arching.

I quickly shut up when she raised her hips so that only my tip was inside of her, letting out a loud, open mouthed moan as she fell back down. My eyes stayed fixated on my lap, watching myself disappear inside of her as she bounced quicker on my length. Her skirt was hiked up on her hips, giving me a perfect view of everything. I already felt my orgasm building.

I let her skirt flutter down and pool around us, the mental image from before igniting the wild flame that already spread within me.

"I love you, Spencer," she whines, and I smile, leaning up to kiss her breasts.

Our lips stayed connected, trading kisses and whimpers.

She giggles as I suck on her breasts, and her walls clamp around me. I groan.

"'Feel so fucking good, filling me up," she pants, and my hands firmly grasp her waist as to help her bounce harder on me. "Your fucking cock is so big-- fuck!"

I smirk as my hand begins to fumble with her clit, and she grinds her hips down on me.

"Bunny, I'm gonna cum," I moan, kissing then biting down on her shoulder. "Come with me." I beg, looking up at her.

"Me too, love--I-oh," her mouth drops into an 'O' shape as she comes on my cock with slight surprise. I follow after, letting the orgasm bubble throughout my veins. Her hands grip my hair as I kiss her breasts, trying to stifle my moan.

She slows her hips, then collapses on top of me. I'm still half-hard inside of her as she kisses my lips. We exchange small kisses and laughs as we calm down.

"I love you," I whisper, looking up at her in awe.

She smiles. "I love you."

She reaches her hands above me, picking her fair share of dandelions. My fingers trace along her spine as she begins braiding a flower crown.

I smile as she giggles, weaving the flower stems together.

I lay small kisses on her chest as she finishes up her craft.

"Princess Spencer." she laughs, placing the dandelion crown on top of my head.

I laugh, kissing her lips.

Our banter continues on throughout the night and rest of the days.

I am complete.

I am utterly happy.

Because I am with her.

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Dean Winchester: Miracle and Simon

Pairing: Dean W. x Wife!Reader Pov: Dean Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst, Dean, dogs, talk of infertility, sadness, overall fluff, comforting Dean, Sam is mention. Summary: Y/n and Dean learn after a long time of trying for children that Y/n is unable to bare a child. With this news, they decide to wait. When Dean comes across two very cute pups how can Dean pass it up? Word Count: 2.3k A/N: Written for band-psychos 1.5 followers writing bingo challenge. This is sad, but good at the same time. By the way, I have absolutely no clue what it's like to be told that I won't be able to have children, so what I may say may be wrong. Also, I'm sorry if this is something that affects you. Square: First Pet

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Month, turned into years of trying for a baby. It was okay in the beginning, but it turned into constant disappointment. Not disappointed in Y/n or myself. Just overall disappointment in the situation.

How we had been stripped of the ability to have kids. Y/n being stripped of the chance of being the best mother I know she can be. I felt more hopeless, and helpless than I had in any other part of my life.

My darling wife unable to bare a child, unable to be the most gifted thing in life. Unable to become a mother. That day was horrific, She cried in my arms and spent the drive back home in silence.

She stayed away, she had moved back into her old room. Forcing everything that we had built to be crushed. She pushed everything and everyone away.

It was horrible, she wore her ring still. Years of marriage, years of trying. Years of our life being shut out. Being put behind a wall because she felt as if she wasn't enough, wasn't worth being with.

There were nights of course I'd try and make conversation with her, but it always ended in silence, or in me talking enough for the both of us.

The few months that she pushed me away were the hardest, hearing the loud sobs echo through the halls. Not hearing her voice at all was the worst of it all, not being able to see the bright smile that used to blossom on her face was horrible.

So many things that I wish that I could change for her, so many things that I wish that I could make better. Better for her, better for me, but most importantly better for our relationship.

Finally one night.

Hearing a soft knock on my door, even with it being ajar. "Dean.. Can I come in?" Y/n asked, barely poking her head into my, our room. I was still a little confused on that one.

"Of course honey," I said pulling the bedspread back so if she wished she could climb into bed with me. She walked in slowly, not bothering to shut the door behind her.

She wore an old shirt of mine, sleep shorts, and her slippers. She looked just like she has always looked comfortable, but the look on her face was a displacement of how she looked. Her voice was white, heavy purple and black circles under her eyes, her face even looked a little bit too skinny.

Y/n say slipping her slippers off before climbing to the bed with me. "Hey." She said timidly like, "Hey baby," I said. During the time she had taken to be by herself, I had done more than enough research about what happened when women learned that they were infertile.

How they need space, or how they didn't like to be touched, how they could have outbursts of many different emotions. It's been five months and now Y/n's back in our bed. I'm hesitant to touch her, I think she can tell.

"Let me first say that"

"I missed you"

We spoke at the same time, speaking at the same was something that we always tended to do... God to hear her voice was amazing, like cutting butter so smooth and calming. She was so perfect to me no matter what was going on outside of this moment right now.

I smiled, and Y/n smiled back at me. It wasn't a full smile, but it was true and halfway there. "Do you want me to go first?" I asked not wanting to push her if she wasn't fully comfortable with it.

But if she wasn't comfortable with it then she wouldn't have come to my... our room and sat down next to her husband. Right? 'Stop asking so many questions.'

"If you want to Dean." She said her voice starting to waver. She's going to start crying, start talking Dean.

"I'm going, to be honest with you here. I don't know what to say.' Smiling afterward, ' I... I want you to know that you aren't alone in this, I know now that you needed your space, I want you to know that no matter what you think I don't blame you at all, not once. Because I'll forever love you. I've also been reading a lot,' Y/n was smiling now, raising her eyebrows at my reading comment. 'Anything for you Y/n you know that, but regardless I've been doing some reading on this situation, how this may affect us, you and myself. I just want you to know that I'm here for you." I said finally shutting my mouth.

She didn't look like she was going to cry anymore. Y/n was smiling a bright tooth-grinning smile. "You know Dean even when you don't know what to say you always manage to say the right thing, every single fuckin' time," She said through her smile.

Is it weird to say, but I know when Y/n is at her most happy because she curses. She spouts out every single bad curse word there is known to man. Just to tell you how happy she truly is.

God, I missed her smile. You don't realize just how much you miss something or even need it until it stops coming into your life and then comes back into your life a bullet.

I reached out to touch her, but I'm still hesitant. Very hesitant she most definitely saw that. When I went to take my hand back to my lap, she reached out grabbing my hand.

She's so soft, and her hands god how I've forgotten how much smaller her hands are to mine. Look at her hands, look at that ring, still shiny and glistening under the light of our room. That ring I think is what brought her back to me, no scratch that I think our love for each other is brought her back to me.

I had been looking for weeks after Y/n finally came back. Everything needs to settle down before I can even prompt the question to her. I want her to feel safe, I don't her to feel pressured or like I might be trying to replace the idea of children.

I again dived in and did the research for my idea. Sam even helped me, helped me to try and find the right one for her and me. Sam knows a lot of things but he especially knows this about me. When I do something I do it all the way, no half-assing anything and that only becomes ten times more when Y/n is thrown into the situation.

Doing the best research I could with the help of my brother of course. I found the best thing, not something I necessarily like the idea of but anything to help Y/n.

Anything for her.

They passed my screen, and before I knew it I was scrolling back up to them. In the loud and bold letter, it read.

These two come together, a pit bull and a golden retriever. Price is free, just come and pick them up today.

It just clicked, you ever have those types of moments. Where you can feel deep down in your mind, and body. Gosh, I'm really starting to get more and more like Sam.

I shouldn't say that because honestly, that's how it was for me when I first met Y/n. But that is most definitely a story for another time. I jumped from my seat sending the library chair to slide and then fall against the tile floor.

"Are you okay?" I heard Y/n's sweet voice ringing from behind me. 'Shit I forgot' "Yeah I'm fine, I just remember that I forgot to grab something when I was out earlier," I said, turning jamming my phone in my back pocket, calmly walking over to her, and kissing her temple saying bye.

I rushed, driving down the gravel road that leads to home sweet home. If nobody knew what I was doing they'd probably all think I was trying to get away from a murder that I just committed.

The drive to pups was silent. I'd driven baby so many times alone, but this time it just felt different. My impala was the first one parked, a few people close behind me. I rushed up to the fairly older man. He looked over my shoulder, he huffed before waving the other people off.

"Now listen heree son, I'm given' you 2 pups for nothing, so I don't want to hear anything." He said stepping down the porch and walking in front of me to the red broke down barn.

"They're in here. All yours." He said pulling back the door and then walking back to his barn house. Pointing in a very general area, there were 2 pups as the old man called them. Curled up into each other, 'cute' I thought to myself.

'I've already been gone for too long, hurry up Dean.' I said to myself. "Do they respond to commands? Like come, or no?" I asked as I slouched down to the height or near height of them. He hummed and said a few things under his breath.

"Come here," I said gently, just like if I were talking to Y/n. I know that as husband and wife you're supposed to talk about things before you just go outright and do them, but I kind of figured that Y/n wouldn't have any cons to having some furry children. It would most definitely take her mind somewhere else for the moment.

Waking them up from their shallow sleep, they were both wary at first, but grow to be giving me kisses had me rolling around on the dirty ground.

"Come on son!" The old man said. I jumped up from the ground dusting my clothes off and whistling for the dog's attention. "Let's go" They followed us out of the barn and chased after each other. There was no need for a transaction seeing as he just wanted them gone.

I whistled again, both chasing each other and coming to a fast stop in front of me. I was hesitant to let these pups in my baby, but anything for my girl, for her happiness, anything for her.

Both jumping up and finding a comfy spot and laying down. I speed back home, I'd already been gone for much longer than I originally wanted.

I once again speed down the gravel road heading to my home sweet home. Parking in the garage caused the pups to raise their heads. That being the first time, at least they don't complain about my driving like Sam does. That's rather nice.

I opened the back door and let both of them slip out. Yes at that moment I had realized that I had in fact told nobody of my plans, and I also had nothing to give them food-wise.

Letting them into the bunker they seemed to feel at home, but the more odd thing was that they didn't seem to care about anything other than finding Y/n.

An odd moment, it's like Sam said years ago sometimes animals can sense evil, so why can't they sense happiness or even sadness. I wonder?

The two of them led their own ways to the door of our bedroom. "Sit," I said quietly. They looked at each other and sat down, well actually they laid down.

I knocked and then came in seeing at it was also my room. "When'd you get back?" Y/n's honey slick voiced asked. "Just a few moments ago, love...." There was a comfortable silence between us, but Y/n always knows.

"What are you hiding Winchester?" She asked, pulling the sheets from her body. 'No don't get out of bed' "I need you to stay in bed for this surprise if you will." I said gesturing her to lay back down. " Be ready okay?" I said opening the door,

There sat a golden retriever and a pit bull. I heard her gasp "Dean?!". Behind me I saw the two dogs slowly sit up fully, they looked over at me, then over at Y/n.

I nodded and whistled. The pitbull was the first one to reach Y/n his nose nudging her arm. "Dean?" I heard again, so I turned I was smiling, the dog has already made a way onto her lap. "We.. are.. you." Y/n was most definitely stumbling over her words.

"Yes, they're ours. I thought that if we y'know. We could find a way to take care of something. I think he likes you, baby." I said walking all the way into the room having the golden following close behind me. "Yeah and I think she likes you, Dean." She said, patting the pits head.

"They need names," I said nodding to let the golden know that it was okay for her to jump up on the bed. I want my bed to remember them too, cause my bed is memory foam.

"Miracle and Simon. What do you think." Y/n said resting her hand on top of the pits head. "Whos who?" I asked, Y/n pointed at the dog taking up most of my lap, "That's Miracle" then moving and pointing over the sleeping pup in her lap snoring "This, sweet boy is Simon." She said a single tear falling down her cheek.

"What's wrong honey?" I asked "I know that I didn't even ask you if this was okay," I said worrying as more tears fall down her soft warm-toned cheeks.

"Nothing is wrong Dean, I just remembered that I wanted to maybe name our son Simon when we finally got pregnant." She said, I wiped her stray tears and said, "We've got our son and daughter just in fur version. And being together is enough for me." Kissing her forehead. A whispered, "Thank you Deanie Beanie." I rolled my eyes and kissed her forehead again.

Completed on: 05/24/2021

Posted on 05/25/2021

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ditzydawn11 · 3 years

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keep me safe

Neville Longbottom x reader

not requested

warnings: attempted sexual assault

2500 words

THIS STORY HAS MATURE THEMES. My heart goes out to all of the ladies who are a part of the 97%. You are strong, you are beautiful, and you are not alone.

When someone tries to hurt the reader, Neville steps in and protects her like the true Gryffindor he is.

Neville was your best friend in the whole world.

In third year you had asked Professor Sprout to use her greenhouse to cultivate a plant for your own needs. You had a knack for potions and although you couldn’t stand Snape’s constant droning in class, your passion for the subject was unmatched compared to any other of your studies.

You had been trying to create a potion that would allow your pet cat, Socks, to levitate. Ever since you first picked her out in Diagon Alley during your first year she had longingly stared out the window in your dorm admiring the owls flying outside.

Obtaining the magical ingredients was no trouble, Snape often let you come and take what you needed because you were his top student. However, to make it cat safe you needed muggle cat-nip, something Snape definitely did not have on hand.

That’s what led you to the greenhouse on a cold and rainy April morning with your small pot and bag of seeds in hand. You didn’t expect anyone else to occupy the small plant house at 7:00 am on a Tuesday so you didn’t bother to knock. You let yourself in and were startled to see another student with his back towards you tending to some plant.

“Oh, hi!” you squeaked out. Before you could react, the poor boy dropped the empty pot he was holding creating a large crash and shattering the clay everywhere. “Oh I-I-I am so-so sorry. I-I didn’t know anyone w-was here,” he said between frantic breaths as he was focused on trying to pick up the pieces. “Don’t apologize, I should have knocked. Let me help you.” you kindly offered. You bent down onto your knees to his level to help pick up the broken pieces. “Here,” you said handing him a rather large piece that was still intact. Neville looked up to grab the piece from your hand. He was so caught up by his own clumsiness that he didn’t get a proper look at you. He was taken back by your beauty, the way your hair perfectly framed your face, the subtle red tint to your nose and cheeks from the cold, and the way your eyes sparkled in the early morning light. Neville could barely get a sentence out when your hands met exchanging the Terra Cotta. “Uh..thanks,” he said quickly looking back down at the ground.

You stood up and dusted off the front of your skirt. “I’m y/n by the way. Sorry again for startling you,” “Don’t worry about it. Oh um I-I uh I’m Neville.” “It’s nice to meet you, Neville, Sprout is letting me use the greenhouse to grow a plant of mine for a potion. So it looks like we will be seeing more of each other,” you happily stated.

From that moment on you and Neville became the best of friends. Though if you were being completely honest, you longed for more. You had gone out with a couple of guys on small dates over the years and Neville even took Ginny to the Yule Ball but you never really clicked with someone like you did with Neville.

Now you were in your 5th year starting to think about life after Hogwarts. Laying with your head in Neville’s lap under a big tree near the black lake you two discussed your futures and what you think you would do after graduation. “Hey Nev?” you asked interrupting the comfortable silence between the two of you. “Yes y/n?” he responded setting down the book he had been reading. “What do you want to do after we’re done with school?” you asked him while staring up at his face from down below. “I dunno, maybe teaching. I’ve pretty much taught you everything you know about Herbology,” he responded with a chuckle. “Hey!” you gave him a playful smack “though I do suppose I wouldn’t have passed my last exam without you basically teaching me the last chapter.”

“What about you?” the brown-haired boy asked while playing with the ends of your hair. “I think I want to continue my study of potions. I mean imagine developing a potion to finally reverse horrible diseases and terrible curses,” you replied subtly referencing what happened to his parents.

You were the only person Neville had told the story of his parents to. Ever since then you always made an effort to remind him of how proud his parents would be of him. He often doubted his abilities but you how brave and capable he was. You would trust him with your life.

“If anyone can brew those potions it’ll be you,” he said in a quieter tone. “Aww thanks, Nev, I know exactly who I’ll be getting my ingredients from,” you said with a smile. Nightfall was approaching so the two of you made your way back to the castle for dinner. The two of you were an unconventional duo to everyone else but to you, you were best friends and wouldn’t want it any other way.

Later that night you closed your eyes to fall asleep but your mind began to drift. You began to think about Neville which isn’t uncommon seeing that you spend most of your time together but you were thinking about him in a different way.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of him like this before but what’s even worse is that part of you wishes it was this way. You had noticed a bit of...tension between the two of you on occasion. Like the time you couldn’t reach the top shelf in the greenhouse so Neville came up directly behind you to get the watering can for you. Or when you grabbed Neville from the library to go and watch Fred and George’s newest prank unfold and you held his hand the whole way there. You so wished that something more could blossom between you two but the last thing you wanted to do was jeopardize your friendship. I mean having Neville as a friend is better than not having him at all. You knew you could spend hours thinking about this so you just decided to roll over and try to get some shut-eye.

A few days later you were supposed to meet Neville in your guy’s usual spot after lunch, in the greenhouse, but he didn’t show. You figured he probably forgot (something he does quite often but you secretly think is absolutely adorable) so you left to go and find him. After searching for a bit you went to check for him in his dorm. Before you knocked you could hear faint sniffling from the other side of the door. You gently knocked and called out “Neville? Is that you? Can I come in?” After a few seconds of quiet the door slowly opened to a teary Neville on the other side. You instantly dropped your bag and gave him the biggest bear hug you could. You broke the hug and asked “Neville what’s wrong? What happened?” “y/n why am I a Gryffindor? I’m so pathetic I can’t even stand up for myself,” he said through his sniffles. “Neville you are far from pathetic. You are the bravest, and most kindhearted, and loyal person I know. That’s why you’re a Gryffindor. Your parents would be so proud of you. I’m so proud of you.” you assured. It turns out that a few Slytherins sabotaged Neville’s potion in Snape’s class so it would explode everywhere. When Neville went to confront them he froze which caused everyone to laugh at him. You continued to hug him until he calmed down but you wished there was some way you could get Neville to believe in himself as you believe in him.

About a week later you found yourself sitting in the courtyard reading your transfiguration textbook for your test tomorrow. You were sitting on a small bench by yourself in a relatively secluded area of the outdoor space. You saw a figure approaching and looked up to see none other than McLaggen, someone who you often complained to Neville about on a regular basis. “So sweetheart, there’s a trip to Hogsmeade coming up and you look like you could use a date,” he said with a sickening smirk. “Bugger of Cormac,” you said as you began to collect your things. “Aww that’s no way to talk to me darling,” he said inching closer to you “you know I don’t like taking no for an answer.” Cormac McLaggen was just about the most disgusting guy at Hogwarts. He had asked out pretty much every girl in the school including yourself on multiple occasions. The answer was always a hard no but he couldn’t seem to get that through his thick skull. “I said I’m not interested now I have to get to class. Goodbye.” you hastily replied while trying to get as far away from the douchebag as you could. Before you could get very far he grabbed you and pinned you up against the stone hedge directly behind you. “What the fuck” you screamed as he began ripping open your uniform blouse and putting his hands on your chest and neck. You fought back as hard as you could but he was just too strong.

What you didn’t see was Neville watching you from afar. He had been sitting with Dean and Seamus when he saw McLaggen make his way over to you. He knew that you would never stoop to that level but it did spark a kind of jealousy in him seeing another boy talk to you that way. When he saw him push you against the wall Neville reacted before he could think and sprinted over to you as fast as he could.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Cormac?” Neville yelled as he pulled the asshole off of his best friend. “Just showing her what a real Gryffindor is like since she seems to spend all her time with you, a pathetic excuse of a wizard,” said Cormac as he began to get closer to Neville who was standing directly in front of you as a shield. “Don’t you ever come near her again? You hear me?” Neville threatened without any hesitancy or fear in his voice. “Yeah right,” McLaggen scoffed as he advanced on Neville. However, before he could do any more damaged Neville punched him straight in the face causing Cormac to fall to the ground.

By this time a small crowd was beginning to form. McGonagall broke through the mess of students “What in the world is going on here?” She looked at the scene in front of her and quickly put together the pieces. “I see, students get to class, I’ll be taking Mr. McLaggen to Dumbledore. We do not tolerate this kind of behavior. Longbottom, I trust that you will make sure Miss y/l/n is alright. Please take her to Madam Pomfrey if she needs anything. Very well.” and she grabbed McLaggen by the arm and made her way back to the castle.

The crowd had dispersed leaving just you and Neville. Neville realized that he hadn’t even checked in on you yet because he was so disoriented from everything that just happened. He quickly spun around to face you. Your mascara was completely smeared, you were sobbing, and your blouse was ripped open leaving your bra and chest exposed. “Can I- can I touch you?” Neville softly asked not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way. Instead of using your words you just collapsed into Neville letting his arms wrap around you in an effort to keep all the pain and ugly things as far away from you as he could.

You don’t know how long you two stayed like that but Neville pulled away eventually and used his thumb to wipe off some of your smeared black eye makeup and tears. “Here,” he said while pulling off his burgundy Gryffindor sweater and putting it over your head. He saw that you were still exposed and didn’t want anyone seeing you like that. “Do you want to go to Madam Pomfrey?” he softly asked while rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. You shook your head no “can we just go sit by the lake. I don’t want to go back and deal with everyone yet.” “Of course,” he replied.

Neville guided you over to the lake and you two rested under your favorite tree. There were no words exchanged between the two of you. Just comfortable silence and a telepathic-like connection that told you that everything was going to be alright. Neville rubbed soothing circles on your back as you lay your head on his lap. You don’t know how long you two stayed there but you soon realized that you must have fallen asleep because it was nearly dusk and you were in Neville’s arms walking back to the castle.

He carried you back to your common room and up to your dorm. Neville layed you down on your bed and tucked you into the covers. He made his way to the door but stopped when he heard you call out his name. “Hey, Nev? Could you maybe stay? I just don’t want to be alone right now.” “Oh, uh sure,” he said making his way back to you. He didn’t want to make you feel bad for seeming hesitant because honestly, he would love nothing more than to stay with you. However, the last thing he would want to do is to make you uncomfortable or seem like he was taking advantage of you in your time of distress. Plus with his massive crush on you, he gets incredibly nervous any time something remotely intimate or romantic occurs between you two. But he swallowed his nerves and kicked off his shoes to be there for you when you need him most. He would do anything for you. He crawled under the covers and kept a substantial amount of space between you two though honestly, the school-issued dorm beds weren’t that big.

You didn’t say a word but gently turned over so you were facing away from Neville. You scooted closer to him and in a moment of bravery grabbed his hand from the opposite side of the bed and pulled it over you so you two were cuddling. You let out a sigh of relief partly from Neville not pulling away and partly from finally finding some peace from the stress of the day.

“Neville?” you called out. “Yes y/n,” he called back. “Thank you for keeping me safe.” and soon after those few words left your mouth in the still silence of the room, you were asleep.

Neville let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and bravely planted a kiss on the top of your head. Maybe he really was a Gryffindor after all.

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The Lesson - How to Make Love

Pairing: Pero Tovar x (F) Reader

Warning(s): 18 +, Dom Pero, fingering, sex (p in v), loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampie, cum tasting

Summary: You never expected an intimidating lodger to teach you the ways of pleasure…

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"Take it."

Pero's lips were on yours as soon as the words were out of your mouth, your permission absolving him of any remaining doubts. He may not believe himself to be worthy of you, but to deny you would be an unforgivable sin. If you asked it of him, he would give his life for you and be thankful for the honor.

You moaned into his mouth as he guided you towards the counter. With a swipe of his arm, he cleared a space for your body, sending cutlery and ingredients alike clanging to the floor. Gripping your thighs, he hoisted you up onto the counter top. "Pero!" You gasped and broke the kiss in response to his action.

Spurred on by your reaction, Pero trailed kisses down your neck and over the tops of your breasts as you threaded your fingers through his hair and arched into his attentions. "Yes...Pero..." You moaned as he sucked at the top of your right breast and his hands reached down to tug up your skirts.

He managed to get them up to your thighs before a gasp that didn't belong to you caused both of you to turn towards the entryway. To her credit, Gwendolyn was quick to avert her eyes skyward.

"I'll just...umm...I wanted to...supper..." She stumbled over her words as Pero helped you right your clothes and get down from the counter.

"Gwendolyn...I..." You started, but she shook her head and smiled at the ceiling.

"I have not seen a thing, but I do believe it is my turn to handle supper." She mused as she stepped into the room. "Go." She urged and you beamed as Pero took your hand in his.

"Thank you." You breathed as you passed her and didn't miss seeing her smile widen.

Pero lead you up the stairs and into his room. Shutting the door behind him, he turned to you and the room filed with tension.

"Hermosa-" He began, but you cut him off before he got more than the word out.

"What does that mean?" Your eyes searched his face, the break in passion allowing you some clarity of mind. You knew you still wanted to give him your maidenhood, but there were some things you wanted...no...needed first.

"Beautiful." His eyes locked with yours as he answered your question.

"And amor?" You continued.

Pero paused for a moment before answering. "Love."

"Love." You repeated in a whisper as your eyes searched his face.

"Te amo." He breathed and took a step towards you. You opened your mouth to ask, but he answered before you could ask the question. "I love you."

"I love you too." You whimpered and he closed the space between you in an instant. Slotting your lips together, he worshipped your mouth as one of his hands cupped the back of your neck. You slid your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck as you opened your lips willingly to his insistent tongue.

Pressing his hips against yours, he urged you backwards until your legs connected with the bed. You froze in his arms as the reality of what was about to happen washed over you.

Pero pulled back from your body when he felt you stiffen. "I will not take you against your will, amor." He reassured you, but took a step back to put distance between the two of you. "But if you do not wish to continue, you must leave."

Your eyes snapped to his. "I am not a good man, amor. I can only resist heaven for so long." He sighed and you couldn't help but smile.

"Being with me would be heaven?" You asked curiously.

"The only heaven a man like me will ever see, amor." He confirmed and you reached up to cup his cheek.

"I want to give you heaven, Pero...not just for tonight." You searched his face as he processed your meaning.

"Hermosa, you do not want to tie yourself to me. I-" He tried to protest, but you stroked your thumb over his cheek.

"You are not a good man." You whispered and stared into his eyes as he furrowed his brow. "You have said this repeatedly, but I know it to be a lie. You are a good man to me, Pero...and I choose you." You let your hand fall from his face. "Do you accept my choice?" You asked and gasped when he tugged you into his arms.

"I am yours, amor. For as long as you will have me." He vowed.

"As I am yours." You let him pull you into a deep kiss.

Breaking it after a moment, he whispered another vow against your lips. "I will make an honest woman of you come spring."

"Pero..." You whimpered and he licked into your mouth as he tugged at the strings of your dress.

Pulling back, he grunted. "Get on the bed, amor."

You nodded your head and climbed onto the bed. You moaned as you felt his hands tug your dress down. He pressed kisses along your neck and shoulders as he worked the garment to your waist.

His lips left your skin for a moment, but you sighed in satisfaction as you felt his bare chest press against your back. He showered your neck in licks and bites as he reached around your body to tease your nipples into hardness.

"Turn around." He ordered and you eagerly readjusted yourself on the bed so you were facing him. "Good, amor."

You shivered at the praise and Pero smirked before he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. "PERO!" You gasped, hands flying up to tangle in his hair. He groaned into your breast and you felt his tongue swirl around the stiff peak.

Pulling back with a wet pop, he lavished the same treatment upon your other nipple. Once they were both shining with his saliva, he sat back and let his eyes sweep over you.

"Are you sure you want to give me this gift, amor?" He asked and you nodded your head.

"Outloud, hermosa." He commanded and you felt your wetness begin to drip onto your thighs.

"Yes, Pero. I want to give myself to you." You spoke as clearly as you could and never looked away from him. "I love you."

Pero lifted his hand to gently cup your cheek and leaned forward to kiss you softly. The intimacy of the gesture had you shivering and he wrapped his free arm around you. Resting his forehead against yours, he stared into your eyes. "I love you, hermosa."

Pecking your lips quickly, Pero pulled back and stood up. Unlacing his pants, he pushed them down and stepped out of them leaving himself bare before you. "Lift your hips, amor." He grunted and you immediately obeyed. As you raised up, he tugged off your dress.

"Lay back." He urged and you let your body rest back against the pillows. Climbing onto the bed, Pero positioned himself between your legs and you started to tremble in anticipation.

Letting his body rest on top of you, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders instinctively and gasped as you felt his length pressed against your sex. He gently stroked your side as he caught your lips in a passionate kiss. Letting his tongue slide against yours, he ran his hand down to grasp your thigh and pull it up over his hip.

With your sex now accessible, Pero nipped at your bottom lip as his hand traveled lower and he eased a finger inside of you. You gasped into his mouth at the feel and he deepened the kiss as he started slowly pumping the finger into you. As your body relaxed, he would ease another finger into you.

You lost all track of time as the pleasure Pero was giving you took over your senses. You were vaguely aware that he'd inserted more fingers into your sex than he had previously as you could feel a bit of a stretch, but the sensation paled in comparison to the pleasure.

You whimpered when he pulled his fingers out. Bringing his hand up, he grinned as he held the glistening digits in front of you. "Taste yourself, amor." He ordered and you wrapped your lips around his index finger. Pero's responding growl was practically feral as you licked and sucked your taste off of his index finger before moving to the next one.

"Amor..." He groaned as you cleaned the last finger and let it slip from between your lips. "I will be as gentle as I can." He vowed and you took a deep breath before nodding your head. This was it. He was going to claim you.

"I trust you, Pero...I love you." You whispered and sighed as he pressed his lips to yours.

"Te amo, hermosa." He breathed into the kiss as he reached down to line himself up with your entrance. You gasped into the kiss as you felt his hot hard manhood breach your sex.

"Pero!" You whimpered, breaking the kiss and wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders as he very slowly filled you. When his hips were pressed up against yours, Pero groaned and stilled inside of you.

"Tell me w-when I may move, amor." He grunted and you breathed heavily for a moment before you experimentally clenched around him.

Pero moaned low and deep and sought out your lips. Kissing you thoroughly, he pulled back to rest his forehead against yours. "Pero..." You breathed into the space between you and locked eyes with him. "Move."

He stared into your eyes as he gripped your thigh and pulled his hips back gradually before pushing forward a bit faster. The breath died in your throat as you felt him moving inside of you. "Amor..." He groaned and you tightened your leg around his waist as he picked up speed.

"More..." You whimpered and it quickly turned into a cry of desire as he snapped his hips into you and you felt him go deeper. "Pero!"

"Louder." Pero growled, starting to thrust faster into you as he picked up a rhythm.

"PERO! YES!" You moaned, holding onto him as he laid claim to your body. You cried out again when he changed the angle of his thrusting, your sex clenching tightly around him as pleasure shot through your body.

Focusing on that spot, Pero pumped into you and reached his hand down to rub at the magic spot at the apex of your sex. You felt the tightness building in your stomach and whined as a particularly hard thrust pressed against the magic spot inside of you.

"PERO!" You screamed as your sex clamped down around him and you felt a rush of fluid leave you and soak him.

"Amor..." Pero moaned and thrust a few more times before he stilled and you felt his hot release coat your insides.

"Pero..." You whined and burrowed your face into his neck as the two of you struggled to catch your breath.

Pero gently stroked his hand along your side as you tried to pull yourself together. You'd just lost your maidenhood. This incredible man had claimed you.

Pulling back from his shoulder, your eyes sought out his and they filled with tears as you saw love within their dark depths.

"I love you." He whispered and you felt a tear roll down your cheek as you beamed at him.

"I love you too." You whispered back and accepted the kiss he gave you, whimpering into it when he gently pulled out. Your eyes started to feel heavy as you kissed him slowly and he cupped your chin when he broke the kiss.

"Sleep, amor. I will clean us up and be with you when you wake."

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A/N: Ask and you shall receive! I hope this meets your expectations @kiwi-the-first ! As always, comments and feedback are love!! And if you have an idea, please send it in!! ALSO, if you guys want this one to continue, please send in some ideas!!

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