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distantdarlings · 3 months

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TRY THAT AGAIN // t. nott

RATING: R / 3.7K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* Pansy finds out that a group of Gryffindor girls has had a lot to say about you and your relationship with Theodore Nott. They think you won’t do anything about it, but you prove them wrong.

+ WARNINGS - Fighting, depictions of a fight, punching someone in the face, bloody nose, wound descriptions - very brief, language, gossiping, fem reader, not proofread (lmk if I missed any)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

IDGAF - Yeat

(Sorry I used Lavender as the 'mean girl,' she's just who I chose! I'm sorry if you like her :'))

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The Great Hall echoed with hundreds of voices, each one rattling the glasses on the table. You caught yourself zoning out, staring in the general direction of the Gryffindor table. You blinked and shook your head slightly, knocking yourself out of your miniature daze.

As you came back to yourself, you noticed a group of Gryffindor girls with judgemental expressions printed on their faces. You realized they seemed to be looking right at you. You glanced around, trying to see if there was anyone else around you who might be warranting such a reaction from them. There was no one.

You waved gently—your eyebrows furrowed confusedly together. Once you did so, one of the girls sitting the closest to you rolled her eyes and turned back to her group of friends. Her long dark hair caught the reflection of the sun and flashed as she turned. You were taken aback at her behavior. There was always the possibility that she and her friends hadn’t been looking at you, but it seemed unlikely.

A sigh left you as you turned back to your group of friends

“Did any of you guys see that?” you asked. Pansy, Enzo, Mattheo, and your boyfriend, Theo, stopped their chatter and looked over at you.

“See what, baby?” Theo asked.

“Those girls over there at Gryffindor—they just glared at me like crazy,” you said.

“Those girls at the edge of the table?” Pansy asked, pointing.

“Yes, do you know them?”

“Not really, but they’re just plain drama,” she explained. “Getting involved with them practically ensures you’ll be dragged into something by the end of the week.”

“Why do you think they were looking at me?” you asked.

“I have no idea,” Theo interjected. “But if they’re “drama,” they’re likely going to try and involve anyone, no matter if they’re as sweet as you.” He flashed you a charming smile. You rolled your eyes in response, giggling a bit with Pansy.

“Do you have any plans for after dinner?” Enzo piped up, leaning into the table a bit.

“Not really,” you said. “I think Pansy and I are gonna have a bit of a girl’s night, though!”

She smiled widely and agreed. The two of you tried to get together and chat and paint each other’s nails every once in a while—just to keep each other up to date. She was your best friend after all—well, one of them.

“Yeah, and none of you are invited. It’s girl’s time only.”

The three boys sitting in front of the two of you rolled their eyes simultaneously. You both laughed in response.

When your group of friends had completed your meals, you all agreed to head your separate ways with you and Pansy headed back to your dormitory and the boys headed to Hogsmeade for a Butterbeer.

The two of you made your way out of the Great Hall and began to head down to the Slytherin common room.

Pansy pushed her short hair behind her ears as she turned to you. “Actually, I think I did see those girls staring at you earlier.”

“You did?” you asked. She nodded and began to fidget with the straps of her backpack.

“Yeah, when they came in. I’ve kind of been keeping an eye on them.”

“What do you mean?”

“I, erm…” she trails off, turning her head towards the floor.

“What? What is it?” you asked, coming to a stop in the middle of the empty hallway. She paused as well, staring at you with a bit of concern in her eyes, almost like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “Pansy Parkinson, you tell me what—”

“Alright!” she exclaimed. She blew air through her lips, sending a few strands of her bangs flying into the air. “So, the one girl in Gryffindor…that’s Lavender Brown…”

“Okay…” you asked, pressing her on.

“Lavender Brown has an enormous crush on Theo,” she said, pressing her lips together awkwardly.

“Theo who? My Theo?” you asked. She paused for a moment and then gave a brief nod. You considered laughing. Why on earth would you be threatened by some random Gryffindor girl who had a crush on your boyfriend? Number one, of course, they did. He was Theodore freaking Nott. Number two, he was your boyfriend. He was taken, and he was loyal. You weren’t concerned with the possibility of Theo cheating on you at all. He was a spooky Slytherin boy from an old money family. And if there was one thing that spooky Slytherin boys from old money families valued more than being the best, it was loyalty. Theo would not cheat.

“Ha, I get her,” you snorted. “I have a crush on him, too.” Pansy stared at you blankly. She said nothing for a moment, then smiled nervously. You could tell something was very off.

“Look, all I’m saying is Lavender Brown has a bit of a track record around Hogwarts,” she shrugged. Your eyebrow quirked. “A track record of…home-wrecking, if you will.”

“Please, I’m not going to let some desperate Gryffindor bitch take my man from me,” you said, rolling your eyes. “How pathetic.”

The two of you began walking again, headed down to the dungeons.

If Lavender Brown thought she could give you the slip, she had another thing coming. You didn’t care what people thought of you or how they viewed you as “Theo’s girlfriend.” But one thing was for certain, you weren’t about to get fucking played.

The two of you rounded the corner and jogged down the steps. The Slytherin common room entrance stood before you, awaiting the password. Pansy and you tittered on about the little quirks of Lavender and her friends. However mean that was, you didn’t care. If she could glare at you and act like you knew her at all for absolutely no reason, you could talk shit about her with your best friend. It was girl code. Basically.

Pansy spoke the password, and the two of you walked through the entrance, arms looped in each other’s. If there were one person in the whole world you’d share your entire life story (secrets included) with, it’d be Pansy. She knew you better than anyone—except maybe Theo.

Pansy slid her robe off of her shoulders and set it on the back of the lush green sofa set before the fireplace. It was already lit and crackling comfortably as you took your seat next to her. You loosened your tie and set your feet up on the small table before you.

“So, out of curiosity, when you say ‘homewrecker,’ what exactly do you mean?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Well, do you remember Alaina and Joseph from fourth year?”

“Yeah, they were together forever.”

“Exactly,” Pansy said. “Until Lavender got involved.”

“What do you mean?”

“What I heard was Lavender developed a crush on Joseph and started flirting with him,” she started. “Well, on the realization that he couldn’t be worked away from Alaina, Lavender decided to take matters into her own hands. She started spreading a rumor about Alaina.”

“You don’t mean the Alaina cheating thing was spread by Lavender?” you gasped, pressing a hand over your mouth.

“Yes, I do mean that. Because she’s the one that started it.”

“I always had a bad feeling about that,” you sighed. “Alaina definitely didn’t seem like the type to cheat.”

“Yeah, but Joseph still broke up with her. He definitely believed the rumors. But when Lavender went to pursue him, he wasn’t interested in a relationship.”

When Pansy was done with her story, she sighed and glanced over at you. Your lips were slightly parted in shock as everything came to a climax. You couldn’t believe that someone would actually do that to a person over some dumb crush. When it was obvious that Joseph didn’t reciprocate Lavender’s feelings, why didn’t she just back down? But most importantly, would she try to do that to you and Theo?

“Ah shit, do you think she’s going to try and do that to me?” you ask, nervously nibbling on your bottom lip. Pansy shrugged. That was all the answers you needed.

“Fucking bitch!” you shouted, abruptly getting to your feet. “I can’t believe she would try that with me. How fucking embarrassing. Nobody’s interested in you, so you waltz around, screwing up other people’s relationships for a few minutes’ attention from a boy. Ew. She’s disgusting.”

“Yeah, I know,” Pansy agreed. “And nobody ever does anything. Alaina got kicked out of her own relationship. I don’t want to see that happen to my best friend.”

“Aw, Pans,” you sighed, smiling a bit. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she said, returning your smile. She opened her arms wide, and you fell comfortably into them, wrapping yours tightly around her waist.

“I still can’t believe her,” you said. “That’s like a bad movie plot. She’s actually pathetic.”

“I know!”

The two of you continued to chat until the sun outside had set far below the horizon. Students had walked past the two of you, back and forth, for the majority of the evening. But when the traffic had finally stopped, the two of you realized that it was probably getting really late.

With a few stretches and yawns, the two of you followed the other up the stairs to the girls’ dormitories and slipped into your beds. After the evening you’d had so far and the shit you’d talked, you were exhausted and ready for bed.

You collapsed against your pillow and crossed your hands over your stomach. The green canopy over your head shimmered beneath the moonlight.

Despite, how tired you are, you kept going back to what Pansy had said. That Lavender had lied and spread rumors about Alaina, that she’d ruined her relationship and might try to do it to yours. The thought of Theo thinking you had cheated on him and hooking up with Lavender later made you sick. You had to roll over to avoid the thought. Surely, he’d know better, right? You weren’t sure. How would you react if someone had told you that Theo had cheated on you? You groaned and pressed one of your pillows over your face.

Everything within you was saying to quiet the nerves in your head as quickly as you could and to fall asleep. These sorts of thoughts were doing nothing but making you panic. Imagining Theo with another girl made you panic. You couldn’t stand the thought of it. Especially if it was Lavender Brown—certified homewrecker. You didn’t think you’d make it.

As the thoughts of anxiety and jealousy swirled through your head, you found yourself drifting further and further off. The light of the moon was becoming dimmer by the second as you lay there. It wouldn’t be much longer until you were out like a light. You figured it was going to be a rather peaceful sleep despite your current worries.

Your eyes shut, and you were asleep.

x x x

The next morning, your eyes opened just before your alarm. Besides the fact that that never happened, you had a strange feeling in your gut, like something was different today. You didn’t know what exactly, but it made you nervous. You made a mental note to ask Theo if everything was okay as soon as you got downstairs for breakfast.

You tossed a robe around your pajamas, not bothering to switch into your school uniform yet. There was still around an hour before classes started, and you figured you’d have plenty of time to change. In fact, you thought, you might just run down and grab a quick nibble of something to eat. You’d talk to Theo as soon as you could.

The stone floors were cold as you slid your feet into a pair of woolen socks, then a pair of personal boots. As small as your dorm room was, you’d imagine that the firepit in the center of the room would do more for the temperature. But, you always found yourself freezing in the mornings as you were preparing for first period. Maybe it was just you—

“Good morning, friend,” Pansy said lowly, her voice still raspy from sleep. She jogged over to you from her bed on the opposite side of the room.

“Good morning,” you returned. “Wanna grab some breakfast?”

“Sounds good to me,” she yawned, looping her arm through yours. You found that she was always the one who initiated that small show of affection, but it felt good. The fact that you had a female friend who genuinely cared for you made your heart light up. With all of the worry over those girls last night, it made you realize how truly grateful you were a friend not involved in drama. At the thought, you flashed her a smile, to which she returned with a goofy expression.

The two of you giggled a bit as you turned the corner and climbed the main staircase, headed directly for the Great Hall. You could practically smell all of the food from here. On second thought, maybe you would stay for a full meal. If there was one thing you truly loved about Hogwarts—besides the obvious—it was the food.

As the two of you made the final walk down the grand hall, you noticed something. Perhaps it was all in your head or had something to do with the odd feeling you had when you woke up, but you felt like everyone was staring at you. It felt like every face you glanced at already had eyes directed at you. You broke the contact awkwardly each time, trying to ignore the strange attention. Whatever was going on, you really were not a fan.

“Pansy, is everyone staring at us?” you whispered, nudging her side with your elbow. She glanced around.

“It kind of seems like it, doesn’t it?” she said. “Hold on.”

She pulled away from you suddenly, leaving you to stop in the middle of the hallway. She approached a small group of girls gathered in the corner just before the Great Hall. You watched from where you were standing, trying to overhear what she was saying. She tapped one of the girls’ shoulders and began conversing with them.

You thought you recognized a few of them—some Slytherin girls from your Potions class.

After a few moments of you loitering awkwardly in the middle of the hallway, Pansy finally jogged back over. Her face was flushed, and her eyebrows were drawn tightly together. She looked as if she was deep in thought.

“Pans, what is it?” you asked, grabbing her arm.

“That bitch from yesterday…” she trailed off. Lavender Brown?

“What about her?” you asked.

“It seems like she has a bit of an issue keeping her mouth shut.” She pointed toward the wide-open doors to the Great Hall. You glanced over at the huge room. Your stomach sank a bit at the feeling of being involved in drama. Sure, you and Pansy chatted about drama around the school all the time, but you didn’t want to be involved in it. Was that bad? You didn’t know. A sigh left you.

You clenched your fists, feeling pops ripple through the knuckles. You were going to handle whatever was going on right now. There were thousands of things way more important than some stupid girl trying to disrupt your life. And, the worst of it was, she hardly knew you. What was her fucking problem? The thoughts ramped up your anger, but you pushed it down. You were just going to talk to her.

You walked through the doors of the Great Hall and quickly surveyed the room. Still, it felt as though everyone was staring at you. You tried to ignore it as you spotted Lavender and her group of friends. They stood around the Gryffindor table, with her sitting on the edge of it with one leg crossed over the other. She appeared to be telling them each something, but how she sat up straight and glanced around so often gave you a bad feeling. You swallowed thickly and calmly walked over to her.

As you came within a few feet of her, her friends began to notice and alerted her to your presence. Her eyes found yours, and she immediately shut up.

“Hey, Lavender,” you said politely, forcing a smile. Each of her friends gave you a different type of glare.

“Hey,” she said bluntly. Her expression was very hesitant.

“Can I talk to you?” you asked. She said nothing. “Alone?”

“Anything you need to say to me, you can say around my girls,” she said, a bit of an attitude shining through. She pursed her lips.

“Okay, well, what I have to say is for you, not your ‘girls,’” you mocked. Her eyebrow quirked. With every word that left your mouth, her friends reacted in some way. It seemed they were only egging her on.

“I think I’ll stay right here,” she said. You refrained from rolling your eyes.

“Alright, well, have it your way. I’ve just heard a bit of a rumor flying around. A few people have told me that you’re saying some…rude things about me, and I wanted to ask why. I mean, I don’t even know you.” You chuckled slightly. A few of her friends rolled their eyes.

“I’m not concerned about that,” she said. “I’m concerned about something else.”

“Then why are you saying things about me?” you asked. She sighed and got to her feet, closing the distance between the two of you a bit. You took a small step back. The last thing you wanted was for her to be right in your face. Her friends gathered behind her a bit.

“Um, because I can do what I want,” she said, crossing her arms. “Free country, right?”

“Sure…but I really would like you to stop,” you explained. “It’s upsetting me and my friends.”

“I don’t really give a fuck,” she said. Her friends laughed a bit at your shocked expression. You were struggling to wrap your head around why she would have a reason to talk about you if you’d never even had a conversation with the girl.

“Last time I’m going to ask, or I’m going to the Headmaster’s, Lavender,” you threatened.

“Do what you want—I’m not fucking scared of you,” she challenged, crossing her arms. “It’s not like you’re actually going to do anything.” Your fists clenched.

“Lavender, I’m asking you nicely. Stop talking about me, or I’ll make it a problem.”

“Ooh,” she teased, her friends tittering along. “What are you going to do? Are you going to run to the Headmaster’s just like you always do? ‘Oh, Professor Dumbledore, please help! There are students who are being mean to me—”

“Shut up, Lavender,” Pansy said, appearing behind you. “You’re fucking pathetic.”

A shock of pride flew through your chest at the bit of backup Pansy provided. You were feeling a bit outnumbered with Lavender’s posse.

“Was I talking to you, bitch?”

“Hey! Don’t fucking call her that!” you said, your voice raising a bit.

“Aw, I don’t think I’ve ever even heard you say a bad word,” Lavender mocked you. “You know, considering you are such an insufferable loser. Theo must be so fucking embarrassed of you.”

“What the hell did you just say?”

“I said, your boyfriend—” she took another step closer to you; you were practically chest to chest—“is embarrassed of you, little girl. Maybe he should try a woman on for size.” She laid a rough poke to your chest. Your arms rippled at the feeling.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“What, like this?” she poked you again, her false nails digging into your flesh. Before she could drop her hand away from you again, you’d turned and swung a violent punch at her.

Her friends screamed loudly as she crumpled to the ground, her hands pressed to her face. She shrieked at the top of her lungs, quieting everyone in the Great Hall. Per usual student behavior, groups of the Hall’s occupants raced over to try and get a glimpse at you beating the shit out of Lavender Brown.

Her friends fell away from her quickly as you dropped down on top of her, thighs straddling her chest, and wailed on her. So much for them standing by her. Punch after punch landed on her dumb fucking face. You were at the point now where the pain in your fists was hardly detectable anymore.

Jeers of encouragement erupted around you as fellow students circled the two of you—Pansy had been pushed back in the midst of the commotion. As you glanced around for your friend, the girl below you managed to shove her fist upward and land a lucky strike right to your nose. Your head snapped back at the motion, your hands coming up to cover the blood that spurted from each nostril.

You tasted metal and sweat as you leaned back down and continued your assault on her face.

“Not so confident now, huh, bitch?” you shouted in her face, laying a swift slap across her cheek.

Suddenly, you felt rough hands beneath your armpits as you were yanked backward. Despite the resistance, you fought against the unknown person, trying to get back at Lavender.

“Yeah, you fucking cunt, you wanna fuck with me?” you yelled, thrashing against the person behind you. “Wanna try it again? How about any of your fucking friends?”

“Hey, stop, stop!” Theo grabbed your wailing fists, forcing you to look directly into his eyes. He yanked you away from the crowd just as a few professors began to arrive. Enzo and Mattheo were hung back along the Ravenclaw table, waiting for their friend. Amused expressions were pulled across their faces.

“Merlin!” Enzo shouted, a smile printed on his lips. “That was bloody brilliant.” You refrained from laughing.

“Fuck, baby, I must be rubbing off on you,” Theo chucked. “You’re fighting just like your boyfriend.” A swell of pride flowed through you. He selected one of the fabric napkins from the table behind him and began pressing it beneath your nose.

“Whatever,” you said, hiding a smile. “I’m just tired of people walking all over me because they think I won’t do anything about it. And I didn’t touch that bitch until she mentioned you and touched me.”

“You don’t have to defend yourself to me,” Theo laughed. “But I don’t think you have to worry about anyone messing with you anymore.”

The three boys before you smirked darkly at his words.

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lucvly · 3 months

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headcannons of chris kissing you 😿

KISSING HIM HEADCANNONS! ( chris sturniolo. )

warnings › kissing, making out, suggestive and a little smut if you squint!

author’s note › i’m DROOLING and SALIVATING over this man y’all please. this is so short?

⊹ let me start off by saying chris loves kissing you. doesn’t even care where fr, acts like he hasn’t been kissed ever i swear.

⊹ kissing him always turns out sloppy idgaf. chaotic, a lot of tongue, his hands on your waist, pulling you closer !!!

⊹ hand placement. he knows what he’s doing– he always rests his hands on your waist or on your ass LMFAOOA.

⊹ softer kisses with him are adorable. as much as he hates to admit it, he loves it when you’re cuddling with him and you start playing with his hair, occasionally kissing the top of his head. he’s melting. he deadass does not care about anything else as long as you’re playing with his hair and giving him kisses.

⊹ absolutely loves cheek kisses. especially if there’s a height difference and you have to lean upwards to reach him, or even better if he has to be the one leaning up.

⊹ he doesn’t really resonate with the whole “only being affectionate in private” type of thing so he genuinely doesn’t mind just swooping you into a soft kiss at any moment, even if you’re in front of your friends or his brothers. so there’s absolutely no issues regarding public displays of affection.

⊹ as much as he loves reassuring you verbally, he feels like kisses are a much better way of showing you his affection. sweet and gentle kisses are only one of many ways he tries to convey his affection.

⊹ definitely uses your sweet spot against you, not in a bad way, but more so as a weakness. say you’re in public with your friends, having a conversation about something unimportant– suddenly his lips are on that particular spot on your neck he knows all too well.

⊹ y’all can argue with me all you want but chris would definitely have a playlist for makeout sessions, he’d absolutely disguise it as something else, naming it something discreet like “🤓” and it ends up being the hottest and heaviest playlist he only plays whenever you’re in his room.

⊹ he kisses your hands, i don’t care. princess treatment is all he’s giving you, at first he started doing it jokingly, taking your hand gently and leaning down to kiss it– but after a while, it slowly started becoming more casual. it’s so cutesy bye.

⊹ when you’re completely in private, his kisses get slower and a bit more sensual, almost always guiding you to sit on his lap, despite your tongues fighting for dominance.

⊹ don’t even slightly tug on his hair unless you want him to go absolutely feral. he’s a sucker for hair pulling. mhm. moans and whines are always filling the room if you even accidentally pull on his hair.

⊹ he’s so serious about small gestures that involve kissing; good morning kisses, goodbye kisses, kissing when he gets home, goodnight kisses, etc.

( once you accidentally left the house without kissing him goodbye and he thought you were mad at him— he ended up calling you and you had to drive back just to give him a quick kiss. )

⊹ he’s ticklish idc ☺️☺️. you’ll be in the middle of a makeout session and suddenly he’s giggling because you kissed a specific spot on his shoulder nd you’re like ????.

⊹ he’d be the type of boyfriend who kisses you even if you’re sick. you warn him about how he’s gonna get sick too if he keeps trying to kiss you. (“i don’t care,”) so you hesitantly give in. the next day, nick’s calling you asking why chris is uncontrollably sneezing.

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julesinsummer · 9 days

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Theodore Nott Headcannons

so quiet, like so quiet some people think he's mute

not one to follow along with the group

100% sleeper build

likes to leave his hair just a bit too long (he thinks it adds to his charm)

when he does talk, he's so well-spoken he can sound like an aristocrat

sneaky! will definitely be the brains behind any scheme and find a way to never get pegged as being a part of it

so smart. like a genius. doesn't like to show it off or be a know-it-all, but he knows it all.

best at charms, but isn't bad at any subject

he stares openly and blatantly at anyone or anything

idgaf attitude always

any time he and his friends hang out or chat, he's the funniest out of all of them

unpopular! i don't think he'd sleep around. i think he's distant and a bit closed off, so not many girls would approach him, nor he them

super high standards

when he does finally settle down and date a girl, that will be his wife. no questions.

he WORSHIPS the ground you walk on

doesn't get riled up easily after so many years of dealing with his father, but when he does... chaos.

nothing makes him angrier than someone disrespecting his soon-to-be-sometime-in-the-future wife. he'd probably (would) kill for you

during the war, he took a backseat as a part of the dark lord's brain power

he used it to make sure you were out of harm's way

post-war he'd marry you immediately and cut off anyone who didn't like it or said anything untoward about your relationship

he'd do anything for you and wouldn't hesitate

he'd be the best father because he'd do everything right, unlike his father

i love him.

#theo nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott headcanons #slytherin boys #theodore nott imagine

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dear-bunnyboo · 8 months

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𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐅 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎��

i am suffering from the worst writers block ever! i only really had inspiration to write this fic in general so updates on my other requests and fics will take a little more time :)

IDGAF means “i don’t give a fuck” by the way for those who don’t know. I also had to research an appropriate job description this reader can brag about, enjoy! ;)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Joe Burrow x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You notice the Bengals’ new staff member flirting with your boyfriend, however, Joe thinks that you are acting childish for saying so— you decide to show Joe that you didn't give a fuck.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ mature content, cursing, in denial!Joe, light angst, fluff, flirting, arguing, jealousy?, established relationship, party setting, mentions of alcohol consumption, slight sexual tension, some dirty talking, smut?, pda, allusion to sex, sexual tension, no cheating!, badass!reader, slight groveling, paparazzi

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The speakers were blaring all throughout the club— the colorful flashing lights danced across each and everyone’s skin as it circles the place.

Sitting with your legs crossed you giggled as you listened to one of your closest friend rant about a recent embarrassing moment that happened to her at her office— you are currently surrounded by the entire Cincinnati Bengals team at the VIP area of the club— the staff, crew, coaches, players, and their significant others celebrating their win at the AFC Championship not long ago.

You were sitting prettily next to a couple of WAGs wearing a copper halter neck jumpsuit that hugged your body in the right places, showcasing your curves while accentuating your height— alternating from taking a sip from your drink and nodding to what your friends were discussing, not long after, you felt a familiar warm heat land on your upper thigh.

Looking to your right, you were met with your boyfriend, Joe who was busy speaking with Sam and Tee— his eyes trained on them, however, his large hands was on your right thigh, running his hands up and down, occasionally squeezing it from time to time.

Joe was a very private person especially when it comes to his personal life. So he is not the type of guy who would do PDA and you were okay with that— it was never really your goal to flaunt your relationship with Joe out in the open— in fact, you enjoy the moments you have in private, the Joe you and only you can see.

“You should send me that video. It sounds way too good to be true.” you chucked, brushing the strands of your hair away from your face as you jokingly pointed at your friend— teasing her about the failed tiktok she attempted to do in her office that her boss caught her doing.

“If I do, you’ll have to do it with me.” She laughs.

Before you could reply back, Joe interrupted you from your conversation, “Babe, I’d like you to meet someone.” He said.

Turning to look at your boyfriend, you were met with an unfamiliar redhead.

“This is, Stacie— she is the new athletic trainer of the team.” Joe introduced her.

Getting a good look at the girl, she was pretty, Stacie was a little bit shorter than you, with red hair that was curled behind her, she was wearing a white dress, and she had a huge smile on her face that rubbed you the wrong way— you were all for women supporting women but you can smell bitches from a mile away.

It’s a talent.

It was a self defense mechanism.

You grew up in a well-off family— that only meant fake friends, fake love, fake sympathies, fake laughs— fake smiles. Growing up in such way you have learned to spot the difference from the people who genuinely enjoy your company and the people who wanted to be best friends because your dad drove a Rolls Royce.

“Hi, Stacie. I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” you greeted her with a soft smile that funnily enough was as fake as hers.

“Do you also work for the Bengals? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around the facility.” Stacie asked, turning her head to look at you and then at Joe.

“No, I don’t work there— I’m Joe’s girlfriend.”

And just like that her plastered smile faltered by a second— a twitch that only you managed to catch.

“Stacie has been helping me with my knee a lot.” Your boyfriend chimes in making the redhead peer up at the quarterback in awe at the acknowledgment, you could practically hear her purring.

Shaking your head off those thoughts, you took a deep breath and managed to give Stacie a real smile, “Thank you, I’m glad he’s in good hands.” I nodded at her, cause at the end of the day, she was good at her job— she wouldn’t be qualified for hire if she wasn’t. That’s all you cared about— that Joe was being taken care of, especially when it comes to his injuries.

You trusted Joe with every ounce of your being and he trusted you— there was no reason for you to nitpick on every little detail you find off from that woman. You trusted your boyfriend’s judgement, and knowing Joe, you know how hard it is for him to trust people as well— so as long as he thinks she’s cool then you’re cool.

You were rising above.

“Oh, he’s in very good hands.” Stacie giggled before running her hand up and down your boyfriend’s bicep.

Looking towards Joe, he simply chucked in response.

You could feel your eye twitch.

You were rising above— You repeated in your head as if it was some sort of mantra.

Joe was being nice. That’s it. He is a nice man.

“So, Y/N, right? Let me tell you— I have been enjoying my time as an AT for the Bengals. Joe has been doing so well and has helped me feel right at home.” She giggles again before continuing, “I’m sorry, I’m talking too much about myself. How about you? What do you do?” She asks.

What do I do?— Joe fucking Burrow that’s what.

“I’m a creative director” you sipped on your drink side eyeing Joe as he laughs with Ja’marr— still refusing to acknowledge the fact that Stacie’s hand was still on him.

“Aw, that’s cute. For who?” she raised her eyebrow, taunting you as she feigned interest.

“Vogue.”

That seems to shut her up for the meantime.

You weren’t one to brag about the achievements and blessings in your life but she was pushing your last buttons— Joe included.

“I’ll go grab a drink.” Stacie told Joe as if he cared where she was headed.

You silently watched her walk towards the bartender before making your way closer to Joe who turned towards you in time. Your boyfriend eyed you up and down before placing a kiss on the temple of your forehead.

“You look like you were having fun with Stacie, If I wasn’t mistaken it seems like you found another best friend, huh?” Joe moved closer towards you as you stoically stared at him.

“It sounds like you are mistaken cause I wasn’t having fun at all.” You said to him in a lighthearted way, almost sarcastic as you watched his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“You’re not having fun, baby?” Joe questions circling his arms around your waist.

“I was having fun— not with her though and I don’t think we’ll be friends anytime soon.” You shrugged not bothering to explain as you laid your head on his chest.

“What do you mean?”

Rolling your eyes, you lifted your head to look back up at the quarterback, “Joe, she clearly has a thing for you, she’s been flirting at you the entire time— right in front of my face too.” you sighed.

Joe simply shook him head, “She wasn’t, babe. She was just being nice.”

“Oh, I didn’t know being nice involved caressing someone’s bicep in front of that someone’s girlfriend.” You said sarcastically as you pushed yourself off of Joe’s embrace.

“Babe, she’s a touchy person that’s it. That doesn’t mean she was flirting.” Joe runs his hand across his hair frustratedly as he stared at you. You don’t know why Joe is deciding to act stupid— it was either he was playing stupid or he was just stupid and you hoped for it to be the latter— which concluded to Joe being stupid.

You eyed your boyfriend’s innocence, yeah, let’s call it that. Chuckling, you gave Joe a look, “Joe, baby, she’s flirting— hundred percent. She looks at you as if you cured cancer and I don’t blame her. Hell, millions of people look at you that way, Joe and I’m fine with that. My problem with her is the fact that not only was she disrespecting you with her touching but she was also disrespecting me by doing so.”

“Joe, I don’t mind her liking you— I trust you and I know for a fact that you won’t do anything to destroy that trust but what I cannot take is disrespect, Joey you know that.” you finished softly, hoping your boyfriend could take a hint.

“I know that, baby— but I’m just saying she’s a friend who is being friendly that’s it.”

Joe was being stubborn and you don’t think that screaming at him in public was technically “rising above”.

Before you could reply back, Stacie nudges her way between you and Joe— the redhead now had her arms wrapped around your boyfriend’s neck, making Joe lean down to her height so that she can whisper whatever to his ear.

You were pretty sure you had steam coming out of your ears as you watched Joe let her do whatever to him. It takes time for Joe to warm up to people, it took you a year of friendship for him to be even comfortable with you touching him— platonically even.

Now watching your boyfriend have absolutely no problem letting a woman he just met touch him is hurting you.

Zach Taylor calls Stacie over to introduce her to more people, ultimately leaving you and Joe in your seats as you listened to the pumping music in the background that accompanied the ringing in your ear.

“Wow, am I third-wheeling?” you joked, trying to mask the pain and anger lingering in your voice but to no avail it shows.

“What are you talking about, baby?” Joe turns back towards you with a confused yet frustrated look on his face which was pissing you off even more.

“Don’t fucking baby me, Joseph. What the fuck was that? You just let her touch you like that it front of me? I don’t know if you’ve been tackled way too hard today but you have seem to forget that I’m your girlfriend.” You argued, silently thanking the loud music for masking your voice and the dark lights for hiding your now pissed off look.

There were fans all around the bar— thankfully they were outside the VIP lounge but that didn’t stop them from taking pictures and videos of their favorite NFL players— you didn’t need videos of you and Joe fighting in public.

“Again with this? Y/N, seriously you’re being childish— stop being so fucking jealous and for the last time she’s being friendly.” Joe grunts as he finishes his entire drink in frustration.

Childish and jealous

Childish is what your so-called friends would call you back in high school when you confronted them for using you for money. Childish is what they called you when you refused to be their friend anymore. Childish is what your boyfriend of four years calls you for after defending a bitch that was flirting with him.

And jealous?

Bitch please. You were never jealous. Not once were you jealous of anyone in your life. You were the only child in a wealthy family— you had loving parents who spoiled you, you went to the best schools, had the best clothes, you have the best job that people will kill for, you have real friends that cared about you, as much as Joe was pissing you off— he was the best boyfriend.

You weren’t jealous of her, she was jealous of you.

You love Joe with all your being but if he even thinks about cheating on you with her or anyone in that matter— then they can have him.

Yes, he’s the Joe Burrow. The number one overall draft pick, the star player and quarterback of Cincinnati Bengals— but you were you, you were simply better.

And you’ve had it— having the Joe Burrow as your boyfriend has its ups and downs and you've learned to navigate through it together after years and years but this was something Joe needs to figure this out alone since he wants to act dumb.

Joe Burrow have officially crossed you in a way he hasn’t before and after this you know he’s gonna wish he hadn’t.

“Ok. I’m gonna go dance.” you said nonchalantly before leaving your boyfriend alone more confused now than ever as he watches you leave with the a few WAGs to the dance floor which was filled with people.

“Girl, are you ok? That Stacie was flirting with Joe so hard. Did you talk to him?”

“What did Joe say?”

“I swear to God if she makes a move on my man next — she’s gonna get fired.”

“Did you you two fight?”

All the questions being thrown you as you all danced in your own circle. You gave them a brief rundown of what happened they stared at you shocked.

“So? What are you gonna do?” One of them asked.

“Absolutely nothing.” You smiled as you moved your hips around to the beat.

“What?!” A collective response was met with a smirk on your face.

“He’s gonna figure it out all on his own— as of now, I don’t give a fuck.”

As you took on if the girls’ hands, dancing together to Reminder by The Weeknd which was ironically perfect for your situation— you felt heat from the side of your head, you didn’t need to turn around to know that Joe was staring at you— you wanted him to.

“Y/N, Joe is undressing you with his eyes.” one of your friends says nodding towards Joe.

You simply gave her a grin, “I’m hot. Who wouldn’t, honestly?”

“Miss Stacie looks like a kicked puppy and Joe is sat far away from her— seems like your plan is working.”

Of course it is.

You knew that without you next to Joe that Stacie would make her move— that gave your boyfriend all the time in the world to realize that you were right all along.

You feigned innocence, still dancing and singing to the song as one of your friends started to film you and the others.

“Ever time you try to forget who I am, I’ll be right there to remind you again— you know me~” you sang to the camera.

As you continued to dance, Joe couldn’t help but stare at you— a cloud of emotion lingering in him. He was very much in love with you and how good you are at moving your hips, he was guilty for calling childish and arguing with you, he was angry at himself for not believing you, he was also thoroughly furious at Stacie.

As soon as you left to dance, after replying to him unemotionally that scared that absolute shit out of him— Stacie immediately latched onto his side, giggling over something she found amusing that Joe seems to find himself not caring.

“Joe you look really good in this.” She says leaning towards him as she twirled her finger around his chest which ultimately rang red alarms all over Joe’s head— taunting him almost.

“Thanks” Joe says clearly uncomfortable as he politely moved her away from him but to his surprise she moved again towards him again, her mouth now on his ears as she whispered, “Do you wanna go somewhere more quiet, Joey?”

That was it for Joe.

He pushed her off him and quickly stood up— and glared at the redhead, the same redhead he defended to his girlfriend who was convinced she was disrespectful for flirting with him— and she was right.

Y/N is always right and Joe hated himself for not believing his girlfriend of four years.

“Stacie, I have a girlfriend who is not far from here and overall, you technically work for me, so this is unprofessional.” Joe said firmly to the redhead who just stared at him like she didn’t care.

Maybe because she didn’t.

“So? That’s why I asked you if we could go somewhere quiet. No one has to know.” She smirked.

And just like that he lost all the respect he has for her.

“I love my girlfriend and you both disrespected me and her. I’ll be talking with Zach in the morning about this— this is against a lot of the companies rules. I’ll also request for Zach to assign me a different AT— goodbye.” He turned his back towards her and sat himself in between Tee, Sam and Ja’marr who laughed at him.

“Took you long enough.” Ja’marr shook his head looking at him.

“What? How did you know?” The quarterback asks his friends who looked at him as if he was stupid.

He was.

“Everyone could see her flirting with you, man. It was painfully obvious— Zach already said he’s gonna talk to Stacie tomorrow. Don’t think she’ll have a job in the morning.” Ja’marr explained before chugging his drink down.

“And you didn’t bother telling me?” Joe asked exasperated, disbelief in his face as he stared at his friends.

“First of all, you’re a grown man— you should have figured out yourself a long time ago and secondly, your girlfriend told us not to do anything and according to her ‘to let you figure it out’” Tee explained doing air quotes with his fingers.

“She told you?”

“Yeah, we threatened to beat you up when we saw Stacie on you but your girl had other plans.”

Joe remained stunned thoughts circling his head as he watched you grind you hips against the other girls.

“Stop drooling and apologize to her, man.” Sam snapped Joe out of his viewing experience.

Without a second thought Joe’s long legs took him right behind you in just a few strides.

You didn’t need to see who was behind you to know that Joe was towering over you— a familiar heat draws you to him like magnetic, that and your friends gave you cheeky grins and winks before dispersing across the club.

However, you kept your back towards him, refusing acknowledge his presence. Knowing Joe, you knew that he was gonna take you somewhere private and quiet to talk— away from people seeing but to your surprise, Joe wraps his arms around you making you stiffen up before relaxing in his hold.

Joe was dancing behind you.

Good Lord— your handsomely hot boyfriend’s 6’4 stature was grinding onto you from behind.

What in the literal fuck.

“Joe wha– what are you doing?” You managed to choke out as you fought a moan coming out of your mouth as you felt his now hard length grind on your ass.

“Do you feel that? Huh, baby? That’s what you do to me, Y/N.” Joe breathes out into your hair.

“I know but why here? Let’s go somewhere els–” you rushed not wanting your boyfriend to feel obligated to do such things despite his discomfort in public display of affection.

“No. Baby I want to. You’re right, you’re right, you’re right. I’m so sorry, baby. You’re right about everything and I realize that now— you don’t have to worry about her anymore, I’ve dealt with it, my love.”

Turning around to face Joe, you see the sincerity, the vulnerability, the guilt, and anger in his eyes.

You knew he meant every word.

“I was never worried about her. I was worried about you.” You simply answered him, giving him a tight lipped smile, making him lean his forehead onto yours— determined more now than ever to see your real smile.

“I’m sorry for not believing you, I’m sorry for arguing with you and calling you such things, I’m sorry for making you think that I didn’t care— I do, baby. I love you so much.” Joe just kept on going, hoping to see your bright smile back up at him again.

“It hurt you know. It took me years to get you to be comfortable with me— and that’s only for our friendship but then watching you be so comfortable with her in such a short amount of time— it hurt.” you confessed, fiddling with your fingers as you watch the pain fill Joe’s face in the realization.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I’m sorry— but did you know why I was so uncomfortable with you touching me when we first started hanging out? It was because I was crushing on you hard, Y/N. I new it was you the moment we became friends and every time you hugged me, touched me, kissed me, it felt like I would go insane— I still do.”

Joe caresses your arms as he explains, slowly placing them around his neck as he swayed the two of you slowly— the two of you in your little corner of the club, the dancing bodies of strangers now became nothing but the background.

It was just you and Joe.

“But you know what I realized? Fuck it. I’m sorry it took me four years but fuck it. Who cares if they see us dancing in public? Who cares if videos of us touching each other reaches the internet? Everyone knows we’re dating— who cares? They should be worried about what we do in private.” Joe rants to himself mostly before whispering the last part in your ear— his soft lips kissing your earlobe before making its way down to your neck.

Joe licks and sucks onto the most sensitive part of your neck— marking you for the world to see, knowing very well the amount of fans and paparazzi were waiting for them outside.

“Let me take you home, Y/N. So that everyone will know your mine if they don’t already— I want all of them to know, the fans, the media, that bitch Stacie.” Joe continues before placing a wet kiss on your mouth, your tongues both fighting for dominance, teeth clashing as your lips gets sucked between his— Joe’s hands caressing every part of your body.

“I love you, please let me show you how much.” Joe practically begs making your squeeze your legs together even more.

“Take me home then.” you challenged a devilish smile forming on your face.

And before you know it, Joe was dragging you out of the club not even bothering to say goodbye to everyone— once you and Joe reached the outside, you were greeted by cameras taking pictures of you and Joe— your boyfriend keeps you locked in between his arms as you two navigated towards his car, heading home for the next party to begin.

You were right about one thing today: That Stacie was a two-faced bitch.

However, Joe was right about two things today: One, is the paparazzi did in fact wrote articles about the fresh hickeys on your neck as you and Joe raced out of the club disheveled, ultimately causing a stir in the media— and two, he did in fact love you very very very much and he showed you in a lot of different ways.

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FEELINGS MUTUAL - ( c.s. )

summary- you and chris, a d1 lacrosse player, have been good friends since freshman year. he accidentally hurts your feelings one night while youre hanging out, and things escalate as he’s apologizing.

warnings - it’s smut (use of ma included oop) so PLEASE read at ur own risk, if u don’t like it keep scrolling cuz idgaf 🤭

bff!chris x fem!reader

a/n: this is my first one shot on here AHH! i’ll probably be writing more so if you have requests or ideas, pls send them my way xoxo

“i still don’t understand how you predicted most of that within the first thirty minutes.” chris shakes his head, arms crossed as he leans back against the headboard casually.

“i told you, i’ve got it down to a science. all scary movies are practically the same.” you shrug, clutching a pillow to your chest as you lay in his bed.

it’s late now, or early. you’ve been watching movies together all night, just like you usually do during slow weekdays where neither of you have to be up for class, or in his case, practice.

“i wish you didn’t insist on watching them all of the time.” he says.

“aw, is little christina scared?” you tease him with a small grin.

“i hate when you call me that. and nothing about me is little.” chris kicks you with his foot gently, and you nearly roll off of the bed trying to avoid the contact.

“gross.”

“whatever, you’re the one thinking about my dick.”

“i absolutely am not.” you argue, though you feel your cheeks flush.

“keep lying.”

you lift an arm out to smack him in the bicep, and he just laughs. “stop flirting, you slut.”

“if i was flirting, you’d know.” chris smirks, running a hand through his long hair.

“you think you could rizz up the babadook?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him properly.

“oh for sure.”

he doesn’t hesitate before saying it. he even nods his head a little bit in certainty.

“someone’s confident.” you laugh.

“c’mon, i could rizz anybody up.”

“you haven’t managed to do it to me, and we’ve been friends for two years.”

“that’s because i’m not trying to.”

for some reason, this stings a little. chris is a bit notorious for getting around, though it’s not really his fault. as a d1 lacrosse player who also happens to be very attractive, girls come falling at his feet.

you’re just not one of them, and he clearly doesn’t mind. you’re not sure why you even care.

it just makes you feel weird, that you’re the only girl he’s not attracted to for whatever reason. like you’re defective or something.

“right. i forgot you’ll hit on every other girl in the world, just not me.” your voice comes out more sour than intended.

chris looks a bit surprised, eyebrows raising slightly at your tone. “because you’re…you know…you.”

“wow, you really know how to make a girl feel good, huh?” you roll your eyes before turning to lay facing the other direction.

a hand snakes its way to your waist, a familiar sensation that still makes butterflies erupt in your stomach regardless.

“you know i didn’t mean it like that.”

you bury your head further into the pillow, trying to ignore the way his thumb is tracing circles against your hip. “whatever, chris. i get it.”

“you clearly don’t, because you’re all pissy now.” he sighs, breath tickling your skin.

“no i’m not.”

“yes you are.”

“i just want to sleep.” you lie.

chris fully wraps his forearm around your stomach now, tugging you so that your back is flush against his chest. he buries his chin in the crook of your neck, and you can’t help but smile slightly to yourself.

“all i meant is that you’re not those girls. you’re too special.” he says quietly into your ear.

you bite down on your lip to try and keep the grin from growing.

“now you’re just humoring me.”

he shakes his head slightly, stubble scratching at your shoulder in a pleasant way. “i’m not and you know it.”

you’re actually thankful you’re in a tank top, because having his warm skin on yours is nice. you’ve never felt it before, and it kind of makes you nervous.

“do i?” you question.

“you should. you’re the only girl who can get me to watch horror movies with her. the only one who sleeps over, or gets to steal my hoodies—”

“oh please, i know you gave that bitch maddy your sweatshirt. she wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks.” you cut him off.

“okay, she stole that from me and now she won’t give it back, so that’s different.” chris shuts you down quickly.

“if you insist.”

you shift slightly in his arms, and you hear him suck in a breath as you get comfortable.

“don’t do that.” his voice is strained.

“what?” you ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“don’t move like that.”

“i’m not allowed to move now?”

“not when your ass is on me.” his grumbles, and you finally get it.

“oh.”

your response is abnormally high pitched, and you’re not sure what else to say. you’re too terrified to turn even in the slightest.

“who’s scared now, huh?”

you swear he must have gotten closer, because you can almost feel his lips hovering by your earlobe as he speaks. the smile is prominent in his tone.

he’s teasing you, and it spurs a fire in the pit of your stomach that you’ve never felt with him before. you maneuver your body, and this time you purposely back your ass up against his lap.

you hear him let out a small groan that vibrates against your body, and it nearly makes you shiver.

“not me.” you give him attitude, though you’re practically breathless.

“have you really thought this through?” chris asks, pressing up against you so you can actually feel how hard he is.

you’re already pulsing, and his fingers dance back and forth across your stomach lightly. even with your shirt as a barrier, it’s too nice.

you nod in response, and his hand slides up your arm and over your shoulder, fingernails barely raking against your skin as he goes. chris grips your throat, and you push against him for some sort of friction, for anything.

“tell me you want it.” he demands, squeezing just a bit harder.

“you want it.” you manage to taunt, grabbing his arm and guiding it down your chest to the bottom of your shirt.

his hand slides underneath the tight fabric, back up your stomach, traveling to massage your left tit slowly. his thumb ghosts over your nipple, and you arch your back into him involuntarily.

“fuck.” you gasp quietly.

“no bra, huh? just for me?”

chris twitches against your ass, attaching his lips to your neck hungrily. his tongue slides against the sensitive skin, teeth digging into the flesh where your throat meets your collar.

his hand switches places, and he drags the pads of his fingers across your other nipple in a tantalizing pattern. the sensation of his touch and his mouth at the same time is bliss, and you let out a moan of pleasure.

“always wondered what you sounded like, you fuckin angel.” he praises, grinding his hips against you.

just feeling his length, pressing right against your core through the fabric of your yoga pants, makes you incredibly wet. he’d be shocked to find you’re not wearing underwear either.

you guide his hand back out from underneath your shirt so you can flip over again, sitting up slightly as you move to straddle him. he’s already bucking up into you, whining from the feeling of being underneath your hips.

“don’t tease me. i’ve waited too long for this.” chris pulls your arm down so he can give you an actual kiss.

his lips are soft, molding against yours desperately as his hands grip your ass. you rock against him as his tongue slides against yours, and he groans into your mouth.

“god, i love hearing that.” you admit against his lips.

you pull away so you can lift his shirt over his head, trailing your long manicured nails down his chest slowly, right along his happy trail. he throws his head back against the pillows, relishing in the feeling.

you can tell he’s growing frustrated though, and suddenly he grabs you by your waist, throwing you down so your back hits the mattress.

chris helps you out of your top like it’s a race, tossing it to the floor with his other clothes. he positions himself over you, capturing your lips with his hungrily.

you bring your hands up; one tugging at the curly strands of hair on the back of his neck, the other clawing at his back.

he likes this, smiling into you before biting down on your bottom lip harshly. chris pulls away, pressing kisses down your throat, down the valley of your chest, but not without moving his tongue back and forth against each nipple at least a few times.

it makes you writhe, hands tangling in his sheets as he continues.

“jesus, chris.” you’re basically whimpering.

he stops right at the top of your leggings, looking up at you from between your thighs like he’s asking for permission.

you lift your hips as an answer, and he tugs the slick material down over your feet. the air hits you, and you can feel how embarrassingly ready you are.

chris lowers himself to you again, pushing your legs apart with both palms.

“you’re so pretty, ma. so fucking wet for me, too.” he mumbles, kissing and nipping at your hip, down your inner thigh, right next to where you need him most.

ma. he’s never called you that before, and you like it way more than you should.

without warning, he slides his tongue flat against your pussy in one long stripe. his lips come down around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against it slowly.

“holy shit—” you gasp, and your fingers tangle in his hair again, tugging at his roots as he buries his face further.

you’d been given head before, but it never actually felt good until now. chris’s fingers grip your thighs as he continues to force them apart, tongue moving up and down against your center at a faster pace now.

you can feel the pressure building, but you know you want more. you want to make him feel good too.

“oh my god baby.” the pet name slips out without even thinking, your head is so fuzzy with pleasure.

“fuck, call me that again.” he pulls away just enough to speak coherently.

“i need you inside me, baby, please.” you beg desperately.

“so ready for me, so eager.” he practically growls, sitting up so he can yank off his sweatpants, tugging his boxers down with them.

his dick is just as big as it felt, definitely the biggest you’ve seen in person, which is a little scary. he puts a hand to your mouth, turning your head to the side slightly.

“spit.”

fuck, this is hot.

you happily do as your told, and he pulls his hand back to spread it around his dick. his other arm goes to prop your one leg up as he aligns himself at your entrance.

chris pushes in slowly, and you both let out a long moan at the same time. you can feel him stretching you, and it takes a minute for you to adjust to his full length.

“fuck…” he says in that breathy voice you love so much.

he moves out, then back in, steadily picking up his pace as you get more comfortable. you have to give it to him, the kid knows how to use his hips.

“mmm…you feel so good around me,” chris grumbles, lifting your leg a little higher.

he hits a new spot, and it sends delicious waves of pleasure through your body.

“yes, right there!” your eyes screw shut, and his free hand goes to reach for your tits.

“fuck ma, i can feel you squeezing. taking it just like a good girl.”

such a pretty mouth saying such dirty things, things you didn’t think you’d ever in a million years hear from your friend. and yet, it feels exactly like it should.

he’s practically pounding into you now, and the little noises he makes drive you crazy. his free hand shifts so his thumb rubs against your clit, and you feel your core seize up.

“chris!” you cry out, and that damn smirk crosses his face again.

“tell em, angel. tell them exactly who you want.”

his fingers feel so good combined with his strokes, and this time the building pressure in your stomach is too much. you know you don’t have a lot longer left as your body begins to shudder.

“fuck, chris, i’m so close—”

“just a little longer, hang on for me.” he says, movements growing sloppier as he reaches his own peak.

his nails dig into the skin of your thigh, a bit of pain that is not unwelcomed. chris circles his other fingers around you faster, and you let out an even louder gasp.

“i’m—”

“fuck, me too. come on baby, come all over me.” he cuts you off, and you feel him twitch inside of you as he finishes with a groan.

“shit!” you ride out your own high, releasing onto his dick as he slows to a stop. you’re both completely breathless and sweaty as he pulls out, and you immediately feel at loss.

he leans down to give you a little peck before collapsing beside you.

“i’ve seriously dreamed about that so many times.” chris says, arm splayed across his chest as he stares into your eyes.

you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. “stop it.”

he’s quiet for a moment, and you peek through your fingers to look at him.

“you know this means more to me, right? you mean more to me.” he speaks softly, like he’s scared of how you’ll react.

you finally reveal yourself again, smiling more widely than you’d care to admit.

“good, cuz the feelings mutual.”

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #smut #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #fanfic #oneshot

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fushigur0ll · 9 months

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Ok now here me out… you know how that old people filter is going around on TikTok? I think it would be so cute if 42!Miles and you do it and he gets kinda emotional at the thought of growing old with the reader, and also he kinda looks like his dad so it’s a harder blow.

Idk I think it would be cute and kinda sappy cause I love seeing those couples on TikTok try it and be like “that’s how we’ll look when we’re grandparents.” AHHH😭♥️

i’m gonna make this as sentimental as possible</3 thanks for the request boobie snoobie

NOW? LIKE NOW NOW?

꒰ ♡ ꒱ you try out that filter you see everyone doing on tiktok and you show miles and his reaction shocks you

includes ; fluff, kisses, tears and sadness but it’s happy tears and sadness oh and use of the n word! not proof read, finished this long one half asleep, n may be a a tiny bit ooc but..IDGAF this is cute💔

"Why do you always leave a nigga hanging outside your window for so long, baby?" Your boyfriend frowned as his gaze fixated on you, while you kept your eyes glued to your phone, even as you opened the window for him.

"I'm sorry, I was using the bathroom," you replied, finally looking up at him with a smile that made him smile back at you. you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your heart as he leaned down to give you two soft kisses on your lips before fully entering your room

Your room was chilly and cozy, with a gentle breeze flowing in from the now-open window, giving your boyfriend goosebumps that raised the hairs on his forearms. As he looked around, he noticed the soft glow of the low orange and purple LED lights, illuminating the room like a beautiful sunset over Brooklyn. He closed the window behind him, but the cool air remained, just the way you liked it.

"Why are you so glued to your phone?" he asked as he took off his shoes and jacket by your desk. You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through videos on your phone, not looking up from the screen.

"I saw this trend on TikTok, and now I can't stop watching it," you replied, still engrossed in your phone. He hummed and headed to the washroom to freshen up and change into his own clothes that he kept at your place.

After a few minutes, he emerged from the washroom, wearing a black t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and a silver necklace adorning his neck. He saw you in a different position, lying down on the bed with your phone a few inches away, as if you were recording a video.

He walked towards you and sat by your side, watching your face closely. He stared at you without saying anything, and you could sense his intense gaze on you, making you glance up at him with a curious expression.

"What's wrong?" you asked, and he just shook his head and leaned down to kiss you once again.

"nun...you're just beautiful," he whispered, laying his forehead on yours, and you smiled, cupping his left cheek softly.

"And you're even more beautifuler pookie butt," you teased, biting his nose playfully when his face drops. "So weird," you chuckled and shoved your phone to his face, making him widen his eyes for a moment before focusing on the screen.

"What is this, baby?"

"its a filter. this is the trend i found. You just press it, and it shows you how you would look when you're older," you explained, sitting up and making him do the same. You pressed the filter and applied it to your faces. The top half of the screen showed your current selves, while the bottom half showed an older version of you both, which made his breathing stop.

As miles stared at the screen, a wave of emotions washed over him. The longer he gazed at the older version of himself, the more it began to resemble his father. He blinked and opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out. He continued to blink, feeling the burn of his eyes that he didn't want to experience at the moment. He took a deep breath in, trying to steady himself.

As he looked at your old face, his feelings washed over him like a wave once again. He found you so beautiful, even with a few aging lines and wrinkles on your skin. He stared a bit longer as his train of thoughts went throughout his brain.

Miles didn't just love you, he was in love with you. He always had been. Ever since you both were in the same class together two years ago, and last year you both got together, making it almost two years. He never understood how someone could love him this much. No matter how hard or how high of a wall he built around himself, you managed to climb it or even break it down. He wasn't complaining, but if he knew loving you would be like this, he wouldn't have put up the wall in the first place.

He still remembered the days when you would try to strike up a conversation with him, and he would always be so cold, just to get the point across that he needed to be left alone. But it didn't come through your big ass head. He chuckled to himself, remembering how much he loved— and still loves making fun of your forehead being so big.

He always remembered the times he would find himself staring at you in class when you would sit beside him during the quiet period, just writing notes and doodling cute hearts and faces on his paper. He pretended to be annoyed about it, but secretly loved it. And he wouldn't tell you, but he still had those doodles you used to do in his desk.

Another thing he remembered was when you agreed to being his girlfriend and you both found yourselves at a park, on the playground. You lay in his chest as you both lay on the slide, cuddling close to each other while just looking up at the pretty stars that twinkled and glistened in the night sky. He remembered a story you read with him a few days prior about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe. He referred to himself as the sun and you to the moon. He would sacrifice himself as long as you got to live a better life. Someone who came into his life just to break down his walls and love and cherish him this much shouldn't have him thinking about the day he wants to marry you, but he finds himself doing just that anyways.

He wonders how you will react when, after you both are done with school, getting a bit older and thinking about moving out of your parents' houses, you consider moving in together. Maybe even getting a pet. He knows you love kittens, and he's seen how you cry happy tears of awe when you see a baby kitty cat. He would make fun of you, and then you would start crying more and more. To cheer you up, he would just start kissing and tickling you, which always 100% of the time works.

Oh, how he loves you so much it brings tears to his eyes. Literally.

You had already put down the camera long ago when you saw Miles lost in thought. But you immediately become concerned and worried when a tear falls down his cheek, even though his face remains blank. You frown and cup his cheeks to direct his face towards yours. You kiss his nose, cheeks, and finally his lips ever so softly, hoping to bring him back to the present moment.

You whisper Miles' name, your voice soft and gentle, not wanting to startle him too harshly out of his train of thought. He blinks once, and another tear rolls down his cheek, and you move your thumb to gently rub it away, your heart aching at the sight of his tears.

"You're crying," you say softly, and Miles inhales softly, exhaling and leaning into your hands with his eyes closing.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, his lips pressing against the palm of your hand. He opens his eyes once more, staring into your beautiful eyes.

"There's no need to apologize, baby. I'm just worried," you respond, your voice equally soft as before. Your words make more tears well up in his eyes, but he holds them in.

As he hums softly, the sound vibrates through his chest and sends a shiver down your spine. he squeezes your thigh once then makes his way up the bed to rest his back against your headboard. As you crawl up the bed towards him, you take in the sight of his broad shoulders and muscular arms. you lay back into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

he wraps his arms around your waist, you feel his strong hands on your skin, kneading and rubbing your soft flesh of your thigh once more. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he leans down to rest his head against you, and he can't help but smile as he recognizes the familiar scent of vanilla and cocoa butter.

As he kisses your bare shoulder, you feel the softness of his lips against your skin, you tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to nuzzle his head into your neck and exhaling softly.

he starts to speak, his voice is a deep rumble in your ear, and vibrations of his chest against your back.

"I was just thinking about something... I never saw so much of my dad in me until now, and that's just very... very scary. I don't like to have him on my mind so much because then I'll just fall into this depressive state, but... I just really, really miss him," Miles trails off

You smile sadly, your heart breaking at the sound of Miles' pain. You tilt your head back to press your lips against his chin, your hand coming up to hold the side of his face so you can bring his face down for your lips to touch his own, conveying all the love and comfort you can offer.

you always loved kissing miles. both of your love languages was just physical affection, him more then you from what he says because

‘you can’t love me more then i love you’

"It's okay to think about your dad once in a while, Miles. That's what keeps his memory alive, right? He's always with you, around this house, outside, and in your heart, baby. Don't ever forget that," you say, placing a hand over his chest, where his heart beats strong and steady. As you speak, the room is filled with a sense of calm with Miles listens intently, his eyes watching you as he takes in every word, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

When you finish speaking, Miles frowns, feeling more tears start to line up in his eyes. He groans and covers his eyes with his arm, feeling overwhelmed by his emotions. You can't help but giggle softly at his reaction, finding it endearing.

Turning around, you straddle him just sitting on-top of his thighs. your fingers tracing small circles on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your touch.

"Look at me," you say, poking his chest playfully. He swats your hand away, giving you a playful glare as he peeks out from under his arm. He sighs and puts it down, his callused hands landing on your thighs.

You feel a the warmth of his hands "Why did you cover your face?" you ask, pinching his cheeks playfully. He gives you a warning glare, but the smile on his face betrays his true feelings. He shakes his head at your antics and starts rubbing your skin slowly up and down.

"...I wanna get married," Miles says suddenly

You freeze, staring at him like he's lost his head. The room falls silent, the only sound that’s there is your breathing and the beating of your hearts. You get curious and comfortable, leaning closer to hear his explanation.

‘now?..like..now now?’ you couldn’t help but think. ‘im not even looking good or ready.. but where’s the ring—‘ your thoughts was cut off by miles snickering underneath you.

“not right now ma, i meant later on in the future” he explains and you nod, understanding way.

"Miles, what are you talking about?" you ask softly, your eyes locking with his. he twists his lips to the side before speaking once more

"I want to marry you," he whispers, You gaze up at him, taking in the way his eyes only look at you.

"You do?" you ask softly, your heart pounding in your chest. All he does is nod his head in response, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. You feel a rush of happiness wash over you.

"I want to grow old with you," he continues, his voice steady and sincere. "As corny as that shit sounds, it's true." You can't help but smile at his words, feeling your heart swell with love for him.

"Me seeing us old gave me some sad thoughts," he admits, his expression softening. "But it gave me some hopeful ones too." You listen intently as he speaks, hanging on his every word. You love when he opens up to you like this, sharing his innermost thoughts and feelings with you.

from the time you knew miles, he used to have a hard time expressing himself. He would often be closed off, keeping his emotions bottled up inside. But over time, he's grown more comfortable with sharing his feelings, especially with you. It makes you feel special, knowing that he trusts you enough to be vulnerable with you.

“those hopeful thoughts, most of them, was how i wanted to make you my wife…even though you already are” he winks and squeezes your thigh playfully making you huff and show a small smile. “but for real though, you show me so much love that i never thought you’d do in the first place for me. you’re my first girlfriend and i want you to be my last.” he confesses “i wanna see your old ass make some peach cobbler in the kitchen one day when we have kids and our kids have they kids and you be in there talking about some ‘you ain’t ate all day baby?’ “ you burst into laughter at his attempt to try and sound like a old momma with a raspy voice.

he chuckles and moves his hands to your waist. “but before that, i wanna see you walk down that isle with the dress of your dreams and a pretty smile on that pretty face to get your ring i’ll put on you that’ll make you mine till i’m no longer on this earth”

you couldn’t help but feel yourself about to cry, it was your turn now to groan and shove your face into his chest making him laugh at you.

“wanna be me so bad” he mumbles, kissing your temple and hugging you. you sniffle against his shirt, holding onto him tightly. you were so inlove with this man it makes you so soft

As you look at him now, you can't help but feel grateful for him and the deep connection you share with eachother. it’s something you always wanted to have with someone special and it just so that miles is that one special person

the room was quiet and calm. miles looks down at you you starts drawing circles on his chest, even writing his name and your name inside a big imaginary heart. he chuckles and his chest vibrates making you look up at him just to catch his attention directly on you.

“hi” you whisper and he smiles leaning in closer to your face

“hey” you stuff your face into his chest and hug his tighter.

“..yes” you suddenly speak. miles not knowing what you’re saying yes for, starts to rub your shoulder whilst looking at you in confusion

“hm? whatchu saying yes for?” he asks and you look up at him once more.

“i wanna marry you too” i whisper with a sincere look on your face. he stares before he leans in and kisses you passionately, holding the side of your jaw to make the kiss deeper.

you smile against his lips and enjoy the softness of it on yours. you both savoured the kiss, almost losing air from not wanting to let go. you both unlock lips slowly and you just stare into each-others eyes not wanting this moment to end

“cant believe because of you and that damn filter i’m over here cryin” he grumbles and you just laugh, rubbing the back of his neck

“my softy bootie butt” i tease and he pinches your side

“i take everything i said right back—”

“TOO LATEEE~”

#—fushi’snotes #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spider verse #across the spiderverse #x black reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #earth42 #across the spiderverse x reader #miles morales fluff #earth42 miles #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #atsv x reader #astv x black reader

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i-am-mldy · 12 days

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Back to my nalu brainrot years later so here are my headcanons on how nalu should develop if Mashima actually writes them properly:

Lucy sees Natsu as her best friend but does think there could be potential for more. She just actively pushes the idea away because it doesn't seem possible. She doesn't want to wait around for him and waste time, so she's long accepted how they currently are. It's not so bad anyway, cus their friendship is just as valuable to her. She doesn't need anything different as of now.

Natsu doesn't really think much about romance, relationships, etc. But he's not an idiot (canon you have no power here). All he knows is that Lucy is different than his other friends. Aside from Happy, he likes being around her the most. He doesn't really think about kids, but finds himself daydreaming about having one with Lucy, which he does not do with the other FT girls. He's scared to lose all his friends, but the thought of losing Lucy sticks around the most. She's different to him, he knows that, but struggles to figure it out because it's all new to him

Idgaf what the manga says. Natsu still likes pranking Lucy but has grown considerate of her. Lucy, however, learned from him and pranks him back. It has become a game now of who can tease the other better. Lucy likes playing around with her best friend, while Natsu just loves seeing her smile.

Happy has seen a change in Natsu in his treatment and feelings towards Lucy but doesn't know how to bring it up. He also sees Lucy's lingering looks of longing that she adeptly cuts short whenever someone notices. He'd rather they figure it out for themselves.

Their development would be gradual (but not nonexistent as it is in the damn manga). No dramatic confessions, just a bit of pushing from Lucy and a bit of opening up from Natsu. Lucy finds herself wanting to be closer bit by bit despite her earlier reservations, as Natsu's slowly figuring out how he feels for Lucy. Fortunately, Natsu doesn't need to say much for Lucy to understand what he means.

Their dynamic stays the same, just more mature and emotionally intimate. It comes to a point where they don't really need to verbalize it to know they're both it for each other, their first and last, forever.

At this point, the pda really begins. How Natsu teases Lucy now is outright flirting and dirty jokes, which flusters Lucy every time, especially when they're with the team. Lucy soon discovered that the best way to get back at him was through physical flirting — running her hands across his chest and stomach, playing with his hair, touching his neck. It drives him absolutely crazy and she loves it.

Natsu's protectiveness now bleeds beyond their fights against enemies and into simple social encounters with other people who so much as look at Lucy weirdly. This annoys her, but inside, she finds it sweet and attractive. On the other hand, Lucy tries to act nonchalant whenever she's jealous in order to save face, but the team can clearly see through her facade. Natsu, unfortunately, constantly misses all the hints, so Lucy ends up conceding anyway.

If they were attached at the hip before, they're absolutely glued to each other now. Natsu outright refuses to go anywhere without Lucy, and only she can convince him otherwise. The two now always share a bed/sleeping mat. Whenever they walk around, their hands are always intertwined. The most shocking of all, Natsu shares his food with Lucy; lets her take a bite from his plate all the time.

He tried to get into reading for her but quickly got bored of it, so she thought of reading to him instead. This seems to be much more effective, to the point the two often discuss their thoughts on what they're currently reading. This almost always turns into heated debates, with Lucy repeatedly trying to explain her point with solid evidence from the text, and Natsu just not getting it.

In that same vein, Lucy offers to spar against him. What Lucy lacks in physical strength, she makes up for with tact and sheer magical prowess, so they're often evenly matched, with Natsu winning the most by just a small margin mainly due to his stamina. Regardless, what matters most to him is how much fun he has with her. Also, their sparring helps him with his impulsiveness and temper since he has a safe outlet for his pent-up energy now.

It took a while for their teammates to adjust to their evolved dynamic. They're mostly shocked that Natsu had the brains to even make a move, but they can see how the two have matured with each other. Hence, they're truly happy for them.

Years down the line, Lucy moves into his house, which he spent months renovating to accommodate her. The first few months are pure chaos as they adjust to sharing the same space, with Natsu increasing his pranks and Lucy trying to avoid every single one, and Lucy constantly wanting to rearrange furniture and Natsu grumbling as he mostly does the heavy lifting, but both cannot express enough how happy they are to share a home.

The thought of proposing just suddenly comes to Natsu one day. After pondering on it for a few days, he asks her out of the blue as they're idling in the house. Lucy is shocked, stares at him, then laughs out loud when she realizes he's 100% serious. He gets flustered and self-conscious as she's doubling over, but before he can ask what is so funny, she kisses him and says yes. He grins and hugs her tightly as they laugh and kiss.

They have a simple ceremony near the guild, but things quickly turn chaotic as their friends from all over visit to witness the ceremony. Their honeymoon is spent traveling and adventuring. They pull a Sasuke and Sakura by coming home with baby Nasha OR with Lucy heavily pregnant because she wants to give birth in the guild. Either pushes the entire guild into absolute chaos, but the two wouldn't have it any other way.

Will add more soon! Feel free to comment and add your own

#fairy tail #nalu #natsu x lucy #nalu headcanon #fairy tail 100 yq #fairy tail 100 years quest #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #hiro mashima

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fear-is-truth · 6 months

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hi! , could you write what the first days in a relationship with Tate would be like and as time goes by they become closer? i love your blog <3

Tate Langdon x reader • friends to lovers

friendship

tate had taken to an instant liking to you the very day you set foot in the murder house. your look, style and personality; all intrigued him.

but he didn’t make an instant move because he chalked it up as a mere crush. of course, he'd had crushes before – not a big deal, it’ll go away eventually. (that’s what he told himself)

not long after, the tiny ‘crush’ became a full-blown obsession. he had make a move.

he just knew you were the one.

one day you find him casually flipping through a music magazine in your bedroom.

“hi, i’m tate. i’m dead. wanna be friends?”

once you get over the whole ‘he’s dead’ thing, you and tate become friends almost instantly.

the boy is constantly trying to impress you. he tries a bit too hard, honestly. even adopts the ‘mysterious bad boy’ persona.

but he gets adorably flustered whenever you compliment him. he’ll laugh awkwardly, trying not to malfunction.

tate is deeply insecure, despite his “idgaf about this filthy goddamn world” facade. but he’s willing to lay himself completely bare to you.

that is to say, he trusts you with his whole heart and is not afraid to show you his vulnerability.

he confides to you about his issues with his mum, his depression, nihilistic / intrusive thoughts.

tate is extremely protective of you, making sure that the meaner ghosts don’t mess with you. (especially hayden)

he tells nora about his growing feelings for you. because he feels like his chest might explode if he keeps it bottled inside.

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in a relationship

one thing you should know about tate is that he is extremely devoted to the people he loves cares about.

and he loves you. truly adores you. the cosmic, soul-shattering, air-in-your-lungs kind of love.

once he’s ‘imprinted’ himself on you, he can’t imagine himself going back to his old life death without you.

he’s very affectionate, always craving your touch. and that’s why you two are always touching, in some way:

laying his head on your lap, while you ruffle his blonde locks. (he loves it)

resting his chin on your shoulder as you do your homework.

squishing your cheek with his finger when he’s trying to distract you from your homework.

leaning into each other’s side.

pressing your foreheads against each other, whispering “shh.. i’m here, baby. i’m here..” when you’re having a breakdown.

pushing a strand of hair behind your ear while telling you how pretty you are.

him being the little spoon, feeling your heart beating against his back.

caressing your hand with his thumb, feeling your pulse while you sleep.

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more intimacy (tw: slightly nsfw)

he makes an conscious effort to be respectful of your boundaries when the two of you are making out. he really tries.

but he gets carried away, and his hands will find their way under your clothes; fingers teasing the hem of your skirt.

he’s a horny teenager, and he thinks you’re the hottest person to walk on earth. and it certainly doesn’t help with the fact you’re sitting in his lap.. just cut him some slack okay?

if you show any sign of discomfort at his touching, he’ll stop immediately and mumble an embarrassed apology.

but if it’s cool with you, well then.. you both will have a jolly good time, that much is guaranteed.

#american horror story #ahs #tate langdon hc #tate langdon x y/n #tate langdon #tate langdon x you #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon headcanon

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dangopango00 · 2 months

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FAT Boys Differences Colorized

Someone in the For all time/Lovebrush Chronicles facebook group said they look like the same guy in different fonts lol its not that srs but its just so fun analyzing characger design

Transcript if u don’t wanna erm. Look at all. That. Its basically the same stuff as in pic tho more utc

ALKAID AND LARS

Hair

- Hair is blatantly different colors although based in a similar color (Alkaids slightly closer to strawberry blonde)

- Lars hair is upturned and fairly wavy/curly; although messy its clearly intentional

- Alkaid hair goes straight down and is just messy (not curly/wavy) though fairly thick

- Lars hair only goes down 3/4 his neck and Alkaid hair goes down to around his collarbones

- Although Lars has a similar bang style to Clarence his is shorter, fuller and more curled

- Although Alkaid has a similar bang style to Ayn his is more full and messier

Eyes

- Alkaid has a softer curved eye shape and his eyes seem to be a bit larger

- Lars has a more dramatic curve with smaller eyes though it’s difficult to tell considering he is smiling

Nose

- Alkaid has a flatter and the smallest nose

- Lars appears to have a more curved nose (he has that bump nose shape idgaf what anyone say its so prety)

Face

- Lars has higher cheekbones than Alkaid

Lips (Note: Its hard to tell from the image alone but you can see the contours of their lips in the high quality sprite images which ill include below not sure if it will be visible thou)

- Alkaid has plumpest roundest lips

- Lars has a more defined cupid’s bow and lips are not as round as Alkaid’s

CLARENCE AND AYN

Hair

- Very similar upon first glance but based in completely different colors (blue and red respectively)

- Clarence hair flows downward like Ayn but is fluffy messy and thin

- Ayn hair flows down but is neater and obviously thicker

- Ayn has more downturned eyebrows (angry brows)

- Clarence eyebrows are softer although a bit downturned

- Clarence hair goes down 2/4 his neck

- Ayn hair goes down only 1/4 his neck

Eyes

- Ayn has short round eyes with shorter and fullest eyelashes as well as a more dramatic shift in eye curve

- Clarence has long slim eyes with sharper neater eyelashes and a pretty soft curve in eye shape

Nose

- Clarence has a more pointy/curved nose

- Ayn’s nose goes pretty much straight down

Face

- Clarence has a less dramatic shift from cheekbone to chin

- Ayn has a more dramatic shift from cheekbone to chin

- Clarence has a sharper stronger jawline

- Ayn has a softer curved jawline

Lips

- Clarence has the most defined cupids bow

- Ayn has almost no cupid’s bow (May be more visible on another sprite like smiling or sth??)

- Clarence has slightly fuller lips than Ayn

- Ayn has the thinnest lips

CLARENCE AND LARS

- Although they have similar bang styles, Lars bangs are shorter and more curled

AYN AND ALKAID

- Although similar bang styles, Alkaid’s appears more full and is messier

CAEL

One of these things is not like the others (its him) (he thinks hes on the team)

Just stating the obvious

- Clarence has a mole and glasses

- Lars has ear piercings

- They have very different fashion senses

- Their personalities and, in turn, their expressions/behavior are very different

- All have different eye colors or at least different shades (It doesn’t look it but Alkaid’s eyes are green and Lars eyes are more teal than Clarence’s who dons a pure blue)

#for all time #FAT #lovebrush chronicles #lbchronicles #lbc #lbc clarence #lbc ayn #lbc alkaid #lbc lars #lbc cael #ai yin #ye xuan #si lan #luo xia #luchen #why am i awake #its too early to be doing this aaaa #character design #character design analysis

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fuckmymunson · 2 years

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Anon from yesterday hehe, so what I had in my mind was that, reader is James' stepsibling (since I'm poc) and is in Slytherin. Hence he hates them. Even in Slytherin they're not respected and bullied cus they're nice. They also try to be like James and are animagus only so could get love but James confesses he hates his sibling.

Fast forward, reader marries regulus who again treats them like crap. Their marriage is sad. Until maybe something happens and regulus realises their value and later even James accepts them. So basically shit ton of angst with happy ending.

Sorry for long request. You can make it as dark and angsty as you can

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 — 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

☆ CW: ANGST, suicide attempt, a lot of cursing, family issues, bullying, James (probably OOC, but idgaf<3), being really, really mean, Regulus being a bad husband. | word count: 5.4k. ☆ a/n: First time writing Reg, sorry. Part II it's still in the making (yes almost a year later, leave me alone lmao)

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Can’t the dark side light my way?

Another morning was waking up to an empty bed.

Rolling on your side, you sighed pressing your cheek against the silk pillows. Every morning was the same, every day felt the same in this old house.

Wrapping yourself in the soft robe, you walked downstairs, to the kitchen, where your husband was already, a cup of black coffee in one hand and the daily prophet in the other.

“Good morning.” You said as you did every morning.

“Good morning,” Regulus muttered back, as he did every morning.

Monotone, a routine, tasteless. That's how you could describe your marriage. Oh, and loveless.

“I'm going to Diagon Alley, do you need anything?” You asked, side against the doorframe.

“Can you buy more of those cinnamon rolls you brought last week?” Regulus lifted his gaze from the newspaper.

You nodded and he muttered a quiet thanks, and with that, you were off. It was always like this, boring conversations, obligatory questions, obligatory answers. He wasn't your husband, he was more like your roommate, perhaps a stranger whom you shared a roof with.

Diagon Alley was crowded, as it always was. Store after store, you stopped by the local bakery, smiling at the (apparently) only thing you had in common with your husband.

To say you didn’t care about Regulus would be a lie, even if it was an arranged marriage, and even if you two had your discrepancies in the past, he was now someone who circulated your orbit daily. Someone whom you liked it or not was going to be there for a long, long time. Regulus was more of a ghost, a phantasmagoric entity that floated around you from time to time, barely speaking, barely acknowledging your existence.

But fights? Were there too. Rather constantly.

Sometimes over nothing, sometimes over past wounds, that were still fresh, sometimes because of his family, sometimes because of yours. Fights always ended up the same, with you sobbing against your silky pillows, and Regulus sleeping in one of the guest rooms.

“Excuse me” A feminine voice behind you dragged you out of your melancholic daze. Turning around, your eyes widened as you recognised the redhead woman in front of you, with a shy smile and a baby with wild hair and green eyes in her arms. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I was just passing by and I saw you here. Say hi Harry.” She cooed at the smiling baby in her arms, who eyed you curiously.

“It’s okay.” You assured her, not sounding convinced at all. “Hello there.” You smiled at the little Harry, who just giggled, his little teeth peeking through his small lips.

“How you’ve been?” Lily asked, clearly trying to start a conversation. “I’m sorry if it seems a bit… meddlesome. It’s just, I never see you around and, you know.” She looked around, visibly nervous.

“Lily.” You spoke softly. “I understand.” You knew where this conversation was heading, and it was something you weren’t really in the mood for. “You don’t have to talk or interact with me if you don’t want to, I don’t mind.” You stopped caring about that long ago.

“I do want to!” She chirped, almost offended. She understood how difficult your situation was, but she was, after all, your stepbrother’s wife. “Harry’s birthday is next week, I was going to send you the invitation, but, hence we are here—”

“James won’t be happy to see me there.” It was true, a crude truth though. Lily frowned but didn’t object, proving you right. “I don’t want to ruin Harry’s birthday party with my presence, besides, I don’t think Regulus would even consider it, I’m pretty sure his brother will be there. ”

“Oh.” Lily quietly muttered, she didn’t think about that further. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You gave her a faux smile, one she didn’t believe at all. “Excuse me, I have to go. I’ll see you around.” Another lie. “Goodbye Harry.” You waved at the infant, who just looked at you with his big, green eyes.

The second you stepped out of the bakery, you heard Lily’s voice calling your name. Once again, you turned around, clutching the paper bag against your chest. You really wanted to go home, but you were too polite to ignore her. She approached you, with a fierce determination in her eyes.

“Look. I know James isn’t the best brother.” She didn’t use the correct title, just like she always did back at school, and James always corrected her, frustrated. “I know he was a total asshole in school, and I’m sorry I never speak up or did something to stop him. I understand family can be difficult, God, my sister? Petunia, she despites me.” She chuckled slightly, shaking her head. “I’m not trying to be a bridge between you two, I won’t force you to reach out to him either, I just want to see you happy. I’m was going to talk to James tonight, and probably scold him for everything he has done these past years, perhaps a few years late, but better late than never, right?”

It seemed too, genuine.

You were speechless. With a deep sigh, you give in, Lily was too persistent, and you were sure she wouldn’t give up, she was head girl after all.

“Fine.” You smiled, this time it was a real smile. “I’ll talk to Regulus tonight as well, I can’t promise you anything, but, I’ll try.”

“Thank you.” Your sister-in-law hugged you, for real. She smelled like peaches and cinnamon, and baby powder. “Thank you, I promise you, everything will get better.”

Everything will get better.

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“No. Absolutely no.” Regulus stood up from the armchair, frowning. “Are you out of your mind?”

“It’s just a party, Regulus.” You interjected, pinching the bridge of your nose. Why did he have to be so uptight? “It won’t hurt. Lily really wants us to go.”

“Us?” He asked, raising his hands, annoyed. “There is no us.”

He was right. There was no us.

Regulus saw, firsthand, how your chest deflated, how your gaze lowered, and how you sighed. He was right, there was no us. It was only you, It was always just you.

“I’m going to bed.” You announced, turning around to hide the tears. Fights weren’t new, but what was new, was the raw twist in his stomach, at the sounds of your sobs on the other side of the main bedroom door. Regulus pressed his back against the wooden frame, listening to how you cried. It wasn’t the first time you cried after a fight, but why did this time make him feel something?

Was it regret? Guilt? Remorse? All of the above?

He slept in the guest room that night, and as he lay on the pillows, he realized he couldn't recall when was the last time he slept next to you.

Dreams weren’t nice either, they weren’t an escape from the cruel reality. Dreams, at least for you, were a constant reminder of how miserable your life was.

Dreams. Memories. Nightmares.

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Laughs, evil laughs. Evil snaked dressed in green and silver surrounding you, mocking you. You rubbed your eyes, groaning at the sticky feeling of your fingertips over your face, your hair, your uniform. Someone spilt a glass of orange juice over your head, and no one did anything to stop them. No one cared, no one overlooked.

For the proud and ambitious house of Slytherin, you were just a poor joke. You were the insignificant excuse of a wizard, and definitely, you didn't belong with them. You were too nice, too soft, you were a gentle soul. Qualities that, the Slytherin house wasn’t quite fond of.

And they were sure to remind it every day of your school life.

Across the dining hall, students from other houses looked at you with pity, amusement and even curiosity. Were they expecting you to defend yourself? Probably. Were you going to? Probably not. Instead of giving them a piece of your mind, you just ran away. Once again, as you rubbed the orange juice off your eyes, now mixed with the salty tears of humiliation, they laughed, and their cruel barks echoed in your ears, your mind and your heart.

How did this fit in your story?

Outside, under the dark night sky, the stars were bright. Glowing carefree in the firmament. Your feet wandered around the edge of the astronomy tower, wondering how it would be to be a star. Maybe this just wasn’t your timeline. Maybe you weren’t born to succeed, to achieve great things. Everything just felt empty, flavourless, pointless. Since when did that bright smile change into a sorrowful grimace? When did everything go downhill? Questions, questions, so many questions and no answers. Shaky hands held tightly on the chilly rails of the tallest tower in Hogwarts, where the wind was colder and the stars were closer.

Have you ever dreamed of being reborn as a star? Many times. A wish, your last wish, as your feet started to move away, closer to the sky. Star light, star bright, wish you may, wish you might. Closing your eyes, ignoring the tears streaming down your cheeks, you let go of a hand, darting dangerously around the edge. Everything would be quick, painless, and that’s what you wished for the most, for the pain to just stop.

"Wait!" A voice, a masculine voice. A voice of a star, the brightest star. You opened your eyes violently, gasping at sudden vertigo in your stomach, your feet slipped, and realizing for a fraction what you were about to do. It was too late now, your hands were away from the rails, as your body sway almost gracefully, towards death.

His hand grasped yours, it hurt. Great, just what you needed, more pain. Regulus held firmly to your hand, as you sobbed. Carefully, he eased you back into the ground, your knees wobbling the second you landed on the stone floor. Hard sobs rocked your body, your heart pounding wildly inside your chest.

“Why?” You asked, between sobs. “Why did you stop me?”

“Why were you… going to—” Regulus started, breathing heavily, shocked by what he just witnessed.

“Because I knew no one would stop me.”

"I'm sorry for what happened in the Great Hall." He already said that, why did he insist upon it? "I should've said something, what they did to you was so unfair, even if…” Even if it what?

“Even if I deserved it?” You suggested with half-lidded eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Regulus kneeled next to you, keeping a prudent distance. “I didn’t mean it that way, sorry. I don’t know what to say. It was wrong, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

Pity. It was pity.

“Regulus.” Hugging your knees, you inhaled the sweet scent of orange juice lingering in your uniform. “Don’t pretend you overlook me. They have been pestering me for years, and you never seemed to care about it. If this is a joke, it ain’t a funny one.”

“It’s not a joke!” He protested. “I just… never actually cared, yeah. Until now.”

Until now.

“Until now?”

Days later, you found out, what ‘Until now’, finally meant. It meant a black, wax-sealed letter, a bad omen. Just a few words were enough to crumble the little piece of peace you had.

War. Fiancé. Marriage. Regulus Black.

You threw the letter to the fire, watching it twist and burn in the desertic common room, late at night with a blanket around your shoulders. You were too immersed in your own thoughts to notice his presence. Regulus called you, making you jolt in surprise. He saw the envelope next to the fire, and the ashed on the wood confirmed his suspicions.

“So, until now, uh?” You asked, with a harsh tone, harsher than intended, not bothering to look at him.

“I’m not happy either.” His voice was a brick, and you were sure he had an unpleased frown.

“There must be a way. I’m sure.” Standing up, the blanket rolled down your shoulders, pooling on the thick green rugs. “Fuck.” You cursed under your breath. “This can’t be happening.”

“It’s borderline ironic.” Something about Regulus’ tone didn’t sit quite right with you.

“Ironic? How so?”

“She's vivid by the idea of me marrying a pureblood, a Slytherin, she didn't even care that your Mother was married to a Potter. A blood traitor, just like my br— just like Sirius.” Of course, it all came to that. Of course, Regulus was just like his family, just an elitist, classist piece of shit. “Perhaps we can tell my Mother how much of a coward and weak you are." His words tensed you, were all the Blacks so venomous? "How you aren't a real Slytherin.”

That was the last drop, your thirteen reason. “Sure, and we can tell my Mother how much of a self-centred asshole you are. How you can't see beyond your fat nose and realize there are other people besides you." Your nostrils flared with rage, no tears, just rage.

Regulus’ face contorted into one of anger, outraged by your words.

“I regret walking on you that night.” He scoffed, looking at you as if you were nothing more than a speck of dirt in his expensive leather shoes. “I wish I could travel back in time and stop myself from not letting you fucking kill yourself, giving up like the coward you are. Absolutely pathetic.” His words were pure venom, living up to his house and its emblem.

You slapped him. His face distorted into one of surprise. "I wish I had died that night. So I don't have to watch your ugly fucking face daily."

That night, like many others, you cried yourself to sleep, casting a silencing spell around your bed, hiding from the world, letting the pain consume you, poisoning your soul. Days only got worse, your grades dropped, and soon the whole school knew you were engaged to none other than the Regulus Black. Students stared at you more than usual, whispered louder than usual, and you ever wondered if you became a zoo animal without noticing it. The little contact you had with other students was now unexistent, you spent the majority of the time alone, in the library, where books couldn’t hurt you.

The library became your safe space, a bubble to hide from the real world. Standing on your tiptoes to reach the highest shelve, your attention caught a familiar voice, a loud one, too loud to be allowed in the library.

"Moony c'mon, we'll be fine!" James, it was James.

"Stop insisting, Prongs." Remus answered, and he sounded annoyed. With silent steps you walked closer to them, leaning over a bookshelf, eavesdropping on their argument. "Last full moon was a disaster."

"You know who's fault that was." That one was Peter.

"Keep it down, please." Remus sighed. "You're lucky she knows how to heal a scratch like that. Because if Madame Pomfrey ever hears about this—"

"She won't!" James interrupted him. "She said that she'll be close so if we need her, she'll be there."

You heard Remus's breath hitching. "Are you out of your damn mind? I'm not going to let her near me when I'm a fucking werewolf, Prongs."

A werewolf.

"Calm down, Moony, we know is your time of the month." Sirius's teasing tone only had the opposite effect. "Ouch! Fine, fine, I'll stop. But don’t pinch me like that, it hurts.”

“Great, now shut up.” Remus groaned, annoyed.

It made perfect sense. Years ago, you heard Severus teasing him in one of the few classes you shared with them, calling him "Loony Lupin", a freak, pointing out his scars... Speaking of scars, he had a lot of them.

A couple of essays and works about werewolves had taught you only one thing: They were cruel creatures and extremely dangerous, but, Remus never, in a thousand years looked like a cruel person, he was the only one of James's close friends who had never actively participated in your stepbrother's antics to humiliate you and bother you, but he didn't do anything to stop him either, and you learned the hard way that doing nothing was also part of the problem.

“I still can’t believe you three spent three damn years, putting your lives at risk to become an animagus.” Remus scoffed, but then laughed. “You guys are insane.”

“Hey,” Sirius said. “Anything for our Moony.”

What the hell was happening? First werewolves and now animagus? It really, really, really made perfect sense. Padfoot, Moony, Prongs and Wormtail.

If James and his friends could transform themselves into an animagus, how hard could it be?

It was hard, extremely hard.

It could be considered delusional and psychotic, attempt it without previous preparations, and professional supervision. Being young and naive makes you do stupid things, just for the sake of being accepted and loved. Book after book, the migraine drilled deeply into your skull, it was borderline impossible. After two weeks of exasperating research, two broken quills and a roll of paper, you always ended up with the same conclusion: It was dangerous. Becoming an animagus without any type of help or supervision from the Ministry of Magic was basically a premeditated suicide.

Constantly asking yourself how could they manage to do it without getting caught, how were their methods, how were they still alive? After your third attempt that night, hiding in the Astronomy tower, your whole body ached, a bad move could ruin your life forever, becoming a half-human half-animal, or in the worst case, becoming a corpse. The books you had scattered around the cold floor were useless now, they only repeated the same words with different fonts, words that only vanished your enthusiasm. You didn’t have enough time, enough skills and enough confidence.

"Come on, come on." You whispered to yourself, closing your eyes, feeling the magic flowing through your veins, powerful, strong, earthly. It felt natural, it felt yours.

It was there, you could feel it. You were so, so close. Your whole body tingled, the sparkles in your soul the purpose of your efforts igniting the magic within you. Just a little bit more...

It was gone, and you groaned in pain. It vanished as quickly as it approached, four failed attempts were enough for that night. So, while throwing the useless books inside your backpack, you walked back to your dorm carefully to not be caught by Flitch or Mrs Norris.

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Full moon. It was time, it was your last chance.

It was risky, worst case scenario you could die, your corpse rotting the night. But, death wasn't a thing you were afraid of, at least not anymore. You planned every single step that night, you went through it the whole week. You avoided Regulus, you avoided James, you avoided everything and everyone. The hardest thing was to know when and how to follow them. You knew they were leaving the castle at any time soon, you were a smart girl after all. Logically, Remus couldn't transform near school, for the safety of other students and himself. Dungeons? No, inside the school it was impossible, very noticeable too, and too easy to guess. It must be out of the school grounds.

The first step was to successfully walk out of the school without being caught, and perhaps one (if not) of the most challenging (asides from the transformation itself), then all you had to do is wait. Wait for a signal, for voices, steps, anything. Hiding outside of the castle, next to the greenhouses, the night air was cold, really cold. Wrapping yourself in your jumper, you waited to hide next to a pile of dirt sacks, patiently.

Forty minutes or so later, when you started to doubt your plan, you heard them. Not them exactly, but you could recognize McGonagall's voice everywhere. Taking a quick peek, Madame Pomfrey was also there, and they were escorting Remus, who was silent between the two women. Taking a prudent distance, you followed them all the way to the Whimpering Willow, and you watched in awe how McGonagall with a flick of her wand paralyzed the tree, walking right into a hole next to the prominent roots, followed by Remus and Poppy. So, there was a secret passage. It made sense. But where did it lead them to? Hiding behind a big rock, you waited again. Until they returned, chatting in a low voice.

Until you were sure they were far gone, this was your only chance. Mimicking Minerva's movements, you hoped a simple paralyzing spell would do the trick, and to your surprise it did. Wasting no time, you slid under the tree, scratching your hand as you did so, wiping the little pearls of blood in your jumper. The dark pathway was lugubrious, and you weren't exactly sure where it would lead you, you reached the end, and a weak ray of the pale moonlight guided your steps until you were outside of the Shrieking Shack. This was an excellent location, away from Hogwarts and away from Hogsmeade, plus, the abandoned house had the reputation of being haunted, so, naturally, no one approached it. It was brilliant!

You heard voices, and this time it was them. Running to the nearest tree, you hid behind it, cold sweat running down your face. The unmistakable sound of Sirius' laugh filled your ears, and you watched how the entered the house. The moon was almost at its peak, almost ready to take its protagonism in the dark sky.

A deep, crucifying silence reigned over the terrain until you heard it. A howl, a deep, loud howl, mixed with pain and ache. It was your signal to go with the final step. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. Inhaling, exhaling. It was now or never.

There it was again, that sensation running through your veins, pumping magic through every cell of blood. Your skin felt warm, tingling, you felt every hair, every pore. Taking a deep, long breath, you closed your eyes. Wand in hand, you took another profound breath, placing your wand-tip against your heart, begging to the stars.

“Amato Animo Animato Animagus.”

Blazing pain and an intense shiver ran through your body. The bright moon witnessed everything, how your body contorted in agony, your heartbeat was loud, hard and fast, and then it stopped, for a brief instant. Then two. Double heartbeat. It was too late now. There was no going back. A dark cloud fogged your mind, and it happened, you saw it, inside your head, and it was beautiful, it was graceful, it was you. The fear that followed you through the transformation started to crumble your bravery, but surrendering only meant one thing:

Death.

Opening your eyes, everything was… different. The sounds were louder, the scents were stronger. The perspective was abysmal, what was big was now small, and raising your gaze, there it was, the full moon, golden and proud, smiling softly at you, or at least it seemed to.

Their scent was strong, mixed and together, they were a pack. You heard them from miles around, and the rational voice inside your mind kept you in line, it would be too abrupt to approach them firsthand. Sneaking silently around the abandoned building, you devoured your surroundings, every rock, every stick, every curve. The fresh imprint of paws guided you through the woods, closer and closer to the forbidden forest. Still keeping a safe distance, you joined their voices, still hesitant.

The big, grey wolf was the first one to approach you. Slowly at first, reluctant. Were you a friend or an enemy? The tension was high in the skies. He growled, cautious. It was him, it had to be him. He sniffed the air, your scent, and taking a seat, he maintained eye contact, narrowing his golden eyes.

You didn’t felt threatened at all. It was an innofensive interaction, you could smell his curiosity, if that was even possible, or even rational. The atmosphere relaxed for a bit, and the wolf laid down, resting his snot in his long paws. He accepted your presence, but it wasn’t an invitation either. You chirped happily, progress was progress.

Until, the rest of them emerged from the shadows. Larger than you, stronger, angrier. They didn’t liked you, at you could sense their discomfort and hazard. The large, black dog, barked at you, a simple warning: ‘Stay away’. You remained still, blinking slowly, showing them no harm was planned. At least not from your part. The stag was the biggest of them all, with enormous, extravagant horns, graceful swirls in a soft bone colour. The usual prey now looked and acted like a true predator, and the brownish stag was the first one to walk closer to you, looming over you. Stretching his neck, the animal attempted a showoff of dominance, to express how proud and unwelcoming he was.

Behind him, the black dog growled again at you, this time louder. A second warning: ‘Leave’. But you didn’t. You remained still, strong-willed.

A sudden high-pitched squeal caught your attention, and you observed how the wolf was stepping on the tail of a abnormal big rat, not in a dangerous way, more leaning into a playful manner. Unfortunately, letting your guard down for a brief second was a mistake. The black dog pounced, this was the third and final warning. He hovered over you, the drool dripping down his canines. Rolling over a couple times, you tried to fight back, but it was hard, this new form was still new, and your movements were clumsy and dull.

His sharp teeth were wrapped around your throat, hard enough to pierce the skin but not to be considered mortal. The primal instinct of survival ran through your veins, and using every ounce of strength you had in your animalistic personage, you pushed him off you. It wasn’t a fair fight though. The painful stab of the Stag’s horns against your sides caught you off guard once again.

Wheeling over the dirt, you hissed in pain, panting. The adrenaline was high and the anxiety too. Loud alarms inside your head screamed at you. Run, run, run. On all fours, you sprinted away, quickly being pursued by the two aggressive animals. The wolf’s howling broke the silence surrounding you, it was a long, melancholic howl. From the sounds of heavy steps behind you, you knew they were getting closer. They knew how to move, you didn’t. Your legs gave up, sore and pristine to this new anatomy. Those sharp, brutal teeth caught the flesh of one of your back legs, as you cried in distress.

«No, no, no, this can’t be the way I die.» The rational and human voice inside your head sobbed.

A flash of gray freed you from the dog’s grip. The two canines fought against each other, barking and howling at each other, as if its human sides were in a heated argument. You suddenly remembered, the stag was still there, and you wouldn’t comit the same mistake twice.

Duels for you, were never fair, less, if your adversary was your stepbrother, James.

The stag was stronger and bigger, but you were lighter and faster. Dodging every lunge and assault, the strong scents of their proximity clouded your common senses. This wasn’t correct, you never meant to hurt them, especially him. For a very strange reason, you still cared for him, even after all he had done.

Bright, warm rays of sunshine dazzled you, the sun was rising, which only meant one thing; The world stopped for a minute, and everyone ran back to the Shrieking Shack, where they were supposed to be in the first place, but this was far from over.

Running back to your first hiding spot, you closed your eyes again, resting your shivering form against an old tree trunk, accumulating all the last resilience you had to transform back. If someone had told you a month ago, you would’ve been hurriedly dressing back up, bleeding for a hundred superificial wounds, next to the Shrieking Shack, you would tell them they were out of their fucking mind. The sun was brushing the horizon, carefree, as the moon waved back, ready to leave and gossip with the stars. With trembling steps, you walked towards the haunted house, panting, one hand making pression on your stomach, where your most profound wound was.

Inside the old place, it reeked of dirt, old magic and a hint of cinnamon, and maybe citrus, and odd combination, to say the least. Their voices were loud whispers, and, turning around a corner, you found them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” James shouted, however, this time you didn’t backed away, to hide and cry.

You were too tired to run away.

“You almost killed me!” You snapped back, surprising him with your offputting attitude.

“Stop,” Remus interjected, standing up from a broken, dusty bed, just to groan slightly in pain and sit back down. “Shit—. She knows, she knows too much.” His face was bloody, he was wrapped in a yellow blanket, his silver scars peeking through the fabric along with new ones, angry red and still bleeding.

“Fucking idiot.” James stepped closer, clutching your shoulder. “You ruin everything. You’re so selfish, you are so stupid.” He continued, unloading his anger on you, just like he always did. “Do you know the risk you made us take? Just because of your senseless actions!”

“James.” Remus called him again, this was going too far.

“Remus, he’s right.” Sirius spat, sharing the same venomous look his brother did, nights ago in the Slytherin’s common room. “She knows too much, and if she opens her big, fucking mouth, it would be the end of us.”

“She’s not going to, right?” James pressed, looking at you dead in the eye, you had never seen him this furious before. “She won’t if she knows what’s good. You’re just a self-centred bitch, you can’t stand people having friends right? Just because you’re a loner and no one fucking likes you—”

You slapped him, all across the cheek, knocking off his glasses and successfully shutting him up. Tears ran down your muddy cheeks, this was it, this was your limit.

“Me? Me?!” It was your turn to shout. “Since I met you, you've done nothing but make my life miserable!” Breathing heavily, chest rising with the unpleasant feeling of resentment and rancor. “I did everything! I tried everything for you to like me! I just wanted to be your fucking friend James. I just wanted to fucking be happy, for once!”

“So you became an animagus, in the ridiculous attempt to join us?” His tone was mocking, the tone every student used to address you. “Pathetic. I would never like you, you’re just a lying snake. You don’t care about us, or my father, your mother is just marrying him for Godric knows what. You would never be part of my family.”

“I fucking hate you!” You stomped your shoe at the creaking wood flooring. “I fucking hate you James, you’re just an arrogant piece of shit! You think everyone likes you, you think you’re the greatest, but no. You are just a pretentious, smug fucking loser. You’re the one who doesn’t belong to Gryffindor, you’re a bigger snake than I would ever be!”

James pushed you, face red with rage. You collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain, from head to toe your body was sore, every inch of skin screamed in agony.

“Take it back.” He demanded, forcing you to look at him. “You think you hate me? Then I hate you ten fucking times more.” He spat. No one uttered a word. “I wish you were dead, I wish my father had never married your golddigger mother. You don’t deserve my last name, my house, anything!”

“Fuck off!” You replied, kicking him, crawlinging backwards, attempting to move away from him. “Get away from me!” His hand yanked your hair, making you sob.

“You’re fucking dead to me. I would never, ever see you as an equal. You’re nothing, you’re useless. Everything everyone says in school is true. You’re nothing more than a pathetic mistake, and you dare to call me a loser? At least I have friends.” He let go, turning around to pick up his glasses. “Everyone is right; You are just a hindrance. You don’t belong anywhere.

“One day.” You promised. “One day you will fucking regret those words.”

James laughed, Sirius laughed, Peter was to stunned to speak, and Remus was too tired to even think properly, besides, this wasn’t his battle. Nor of Sirius, or Peter.

In the end, it was always, only you.

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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ੈ✩ bruno thoughts that nobody asked for ¡! ❞

gender neutral, these are just hcs that have def been put out there before but i just have some things to say

suggestive! not smut but proceed w caution??

a/n: when im writing this its legit 5am and the birds are chirping but my bucciarati thoughts wait for no man

maybe this goes without saying but in comparison to the rest of the bucci gang i just knooow hes such a romantic lover (caesar style)

this man is HANDSY. hands are always on you when you’re around each other, not even necessarily sexual, he just loves to feel the warmth of your skin under his palms!

and even when it is sexual, his hands are never leaving you- i’m imagining like running all over your torso type situation like they are always moving (god i love him)

he just wants to feel you close!! understandable

idk if this is a popular opinion in the jojos fandom but i feel like he would be possessive too like not in a toxic way just

like he is prooooud of his s/o and he wants the whole fucking world to know it but if ANYONE tries ANYTHING my man yelling sticky fingers he don’t play

(my man like 😭😭💕)

he looooves when you run your fingers through his hair

that man has a well maintained haircut (ik y’all seeing the fuck ass bob) and so naturally he loves getting it done- even just dragging your fingers through the strands of his hair likeee ik hes eating that up

he def does not mind you taking the lead, and i just know he’s into ts

i feel like hes super into a dominant s/o like this man just wants you to feel good, but when you take control, even in everyday life i just know he loves it

even if a more shy s/o occasionally showed a bit of sass likeeeee

i feel like he’s totally down for polyamory likeeee idk

i reckon he’d be fine with just one s/o, but he’d also def be down for polyamory, or even just a non-monogamous sexual relationship & he has def experimented with it in the past

hes def bringing a certain long-haired someone in (if you’re comfortable w that ofc)

this my man just has so much love to give!

definitely big on eye contact

idgaf he’s flirty as FUCK like the eye contact goes crazy w him, and he’s gonna be noticing every little detail of the way your eyes flick over his face when he’s close to you

loves to see you shy away and blush but will also find it sooo attractive when you hold your ground and stare right back

a/n: for some reason this post keeps glitching so if u see any duplicate paragraphs ignore it 😭😭🙏

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i need a part 2 of in between us.😭 so good

OUR LITTLE SECRET | e. yeager

ft: eren yeager

w.c: 7.5k

summary: you’re back in town from college for the holidays, and the last thing you expected to do while you were at home was your brothers best friend.

content warning: afab!reader, nsfw (minors dni!), brothers bsf!eren, reader is armin’s sister, modern au—college, first kiss, first time (no virginity loss), lots of kissing, gentle biting, oral (f recieving), cum eating if u squint, lowkey vanilla sex but idgaf!!!🤭not proof read.

just between us <-

a/n: i didn’t rly expect people to like that so much, but i got a few asks like this. so here you go!!!!! this also ended up being wayyy longer then i expected. sorry 😭😭

there were a lot of things you didn’t expect you’d do this year.

most of them were pretty normal. you got into a really good college, and moved across the country from your hometown. you got into a relationship with a really nice guy that was sweet, treated you well, went to college with you. you didn’t necessarily love him, but you liked him a lot. you weren’t with him long enough to fall in love, but you were with him long enough to be upset when he dumped you.

so, much like any other person who just got dumped, you searched for things to help you get over him. such as getting a tattoo, a new piercing, dying your hair, and definitely not finding yourself naked and sweaty under your bedsheets with your older brothers best friend.

you could try to blame it on alcohol, but you were sober. completely, stone-cold sober.

the evening started tame. for you, at least. you didn’t choose not to drink, armin practically demanded you didn’t. maybe it was for the best too, considering you get pretty sloppy when you’re drunk and you didn’t necessarily want to start off the new year with vomit all over your chest. so you laid off.

you sat on the couch, leg crossed over the other and tried your best to conceal your sorrow behind the red solo cup—filled with sprite of course. you thought you were doing well until your lifelong friend dropped down next to you. it was clear he had a bit to drink, but he wasn’t drunk.

you spoke to him dryly, not really in the mood to hear one of his jokes about how “your ex was doing the right thing,” as you explained the story of which made you sulk. and to your surprise, he didn’t make any jokes. in fact—he looked a little confused. sympathetic, even. he gave you a nice pep talk, and that was it.

you got off the couch a little happier, a little more confident, and way more comfortable. he stayed behind, chatting to one of his friends that came to say hello, and that really was it.

until midnight.

“wanna be my new years kiss?“

your turn your head to the voice that was different from the others chanting the countdown. he stood behind you, long-ish hair tied messily into a half bun, and smirk—along with a faint smile—plastered on his face.

you could sit there and weigh your options. you could shake your head and say no, and you could scold him for asking such a thing—but frankly, you didn’t care.

“sure, why the hell not?“ you shrug. the countdown erupted into loud cheers, people screaming a joyful ‘happy new year!’ all around you when you find yourself pulling into him. you allow his hands to wrap around your waist in a way they never have. you allow your chest to press against his, and your hand wrap around the back of his neck. and you allow yourself to break the space that has separated you from him your whole life.

his lips were skilled, despite the fact that they’ve only been put to work a handful of times. his hands were delicate and burning against your back, and you found yourself eager to kiss him longer.

you could snap yourself back into reality. you could break away from him after the one kiss, give him a smile and go on your merry way. you could think about how armin would feel if he saw you right now. if you really wanted to, you could.

eren’s the first to break away—though he didn’t really want to—and he opens his eyes to look at you. his thumbs swirled into the fabric of your dress, pinching the cloth with it.

you breathe, almost like you haven’t before, keeping your eyes glued with no desire to separate the contact as you look at him. what the hell did you just do, and why the hell did it feel so good?

“uh…yeah, happy new year.” you swallow, pulling a small smile on your lips and letting a light chuckle escape.

he removes his hands off of you, a small nervous laugh breaking through and he rubs the back of his neck. “y-yeah. happy new year, i guess.” he licks his lips, almost like he was trying to taste you off of them again. or maybe like he was trying to chase after the sensation—either way he wanted yours again.

you were nudged a tad when someone brushed past you, yelling what everyone else was yelling at 12:00am on new year’s day. other people around you were kissing, other people around you were hugging, and other people around you were saying the same exact things—so why was it so weird between you and eren now? oh, yeah, because he wasn’t just some random guy that asked to kiss you during midnight. you know him, and now you know what his lips taste like.

“i should um,” you clear your throat and point by using your thumb behind you, “find armin. wish him a happy new year, y’know.”

he watches your gaze flicker around him, and he assumed you were trying to look for the blonde in the crowd of people. “yeah- yeah. i should probably do the same.” he nods his head slowly—a little awkwardly too—and digs his teeth into his plump lower lip.

you both said you should walk away, but neither of you moved. it wasn’t like the crowd was stopping you, so why didn’t you move? well, the answer was pretty obvious.

you both surge forward on instinct, almost like you could read each other’s mind. his hands fly to your hair, threading his fingers into your scalp to desperately tangle himself around you. your hand places itself against his neck, and you have to promise yourself to not drop on weak knees as he kissed you.

you didn’t want to be standing in a crowd of people anymore. you were becoming annoyed by everyone around you, people nudging into you and people screaming all around you. you wanted to be alone, with him, somewhere quiet and private. somewhere like—

“my room,” you whisper, pulling apart just to speak and your warm breath hit his lips. he didn’t hear you, but he was pretty sure he understood what you were trying to say when you usher him towards the stairs.

his body grows hot at the sheer realization of where he found himself—metaphorically and literally.

he’s been in your room plenty of times, but only to ever pop in and poke fun at your posters and room decor. he definitely never thought he’d be pressing you up against your bedroom door, lips long gone from yours and stamping all over your burning hot throat. you tilted your head back, mouth open to pant freely while your hand felt around the wooden door for the lock.

“eren,” you breathe, and he can only hum in response. “eren wait,” your voice becomes a little clearer and he forces himself away from your neck as your hand presses against his chest.

he’s quick to make eye contact with you. he thinks you might tell him that this is wrong, and you might be right. he knows he shouldn’t be kissing you like this, trying to mark you in your childhood bedroom which was directly next to his best friends, but he doesn’t want to stop. he wants to live off of the foggy brain you were giving him for the rest of his life, he doesn’t want to think about the consequences. he would though, if it meant you were uncomfortable.

“how much have you had to drink?” you ask, eyes on his as your fingers twirl around the drawstring of his sweatshirt.

“i had a beer earlier. like, an hour ago?” he states a little confusingly. you furrow your brows and blink up at him.

“are you drunk? if i made you walk in a straight line right now, would you-“

“i would nail it. i don’t get drunk easily, sweetheart.” he raises his eyebrows with a confident smirk, and you let out a scoff.

“we both know that’s not true. remember your 17th birthday par-“

“that’s when i was 17. a lot has changed since then.” he chuckles and you don’t miss the small innuendo, regarding the situation. your tongue slides against the inside of your cheek, debating whether or not you should continue with the brunette using a half conscious mind. and maybe if you wanted the responsible answer, you would’ve asked him 10 minutes earlier.

“okay.” you mutter out in a breath, and reattach your lips to his. he made your stomach churn at each movement. his hands in your hair, your stomach bubbled. his hands on your waist, butterflies. he was making you desperate for more, and you hadn’t felt that in a long time.

“bed,” you pull away just to mutter. he acted quickly, very quickly, sliding his hands down your body and pulling you against him as he stepped backwards.

he twists you around when he stopped in front of your bed, scooping his arm underneath you to allow the descent into the mattress to be smooth. and so he wouldn’t have to pull away. his fingers feather their way down your body, feeling your curves as he goes.

you bend your knee against his hip, and he feels like he has to fight a moan from tearing out of his throat. he presses against you, and it became distinctly aware that he was getting hard.

“do you want to do this?” you ask, pulling away from him by tilting your head up. his breath ghosts your neck, warm and desperate while his eyes find yours. he searches for any sign that that you wanted to stop, trying to note if he heard your voice falter or your eyes glance away.

“do you?” he counters.

you didn’t give it any thought, but even if you did, you would’ve gotten the same answer. “yes.”

he didn’t even try to hide the smile that pulled on his lips. “me too.” and he brings himself forward, softly nipping at your hot skin.

you tighten your forearms around his neck, raising yourself into his touch and thoroughly enjoying the way he would bite on the skin of your throat, then cool the sensation with the rough of his tongue. your breaths quicken, and he loved it. he grew harder at each little reaction you’d make. each little twitch, and pant. the way you’d bite your lip to cover any moan or whimper you were fighting to suppress.

he’s never even considered the possibly of himself in this situation with you before. growing up, he’s always found you pretty, but that was masked by the one undermining thing that has constantly separated the two of you. he’s thought about you in a compromising way before, shamefully enough. he wasn’t proud of it, considering he’s known you his whole life, and after he thought about you like that he couldn’t speak to you for a two whole weeks.

but now, all he could do was picture where this night was going to go—and how far you both were willing to let it.

your fingers fumble with the hem of his sweatshirt, bunching it up in a desperate attempt to tell him to rip it off. he smiles, you could feel his lips pulling back from the spot on your neck. he gives you a small kiss before he leans away, and swiftly tosses his sweatshirt over his head to throw it on the floor somewhere.

you watch as each divot in his deliciously lean frame reveals itself to you. eren couldn’t deny the confidence he was gaining from your eyes, lidded and lingering on his chest before he leans back over you. he presses kisses against your jaw, dotting them closer to your ear.

“just how far are you willing to go? with me? right now?” eren asks in a whisper, planting a kiss underneath your ear and then to your pulse point. you run your hands up his smooth chest, and almost melt at his silky voice in your ear. your bones could turn into putty at any moment, you were sure of it.

you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and apply little pressure to his shoulders which made him lift himself a bit. he leans over you, green irises twinkling as they lock into yours. his hair was messy, dark strands falling from the bun and framing his face just over you.

“i don’t want to just make out with you for twenty minutes and then send you back downstairs,” you explain lightly, “i want to have sex with you.”

you were positive you did when you stepped foot into your room, but you didn’t expect to actually say the words out loud. both of you looked at each other, a little wide eyed with shock at the confession.

though eren couldn’t be happier you didn’t leave it for him to spell it out. it only made him twitch in his sweats at your honesty, and he chuckles. “we can’t tell anyone,” he drops his head once again—this time his lips found your collarbone. you raise your head on instinct, giving him as much room as he needed to work on you.

“our little secret.” you whisper back. he lets out a low groan, the vibrations of his voice on your skin making you smirk. he was easy to get a reaction out of, and you liked that. all of the other guys you’ve been with were so dead-set on their own silence, sex with them almost made you uncomfortable. you’ve hardly done anything except for making out, and eren was already acting like a pent-up teenager.

it was flattering.

the heat of his fingers slide over your bare thighs, rubbing up and down and each time getting progressively closer. you were starting to get needy, lifting your hips into him and threading your fingers through his loose hair.

his hands trap underneath your dress, fingers hooking your underwear and but not moving any further. you notice his lips pressing just above your cleavage, only to stop so he can whisper into your skin. “can i?”

you nod, ignoring his eyes that burn into yours and give your hips a little shake to silently announce you need him to go further. “yes, please.” you whine, and eren damn near moaned just at your reaction. he gently bit down on the top of your breast, hearing you suppress yet another moan and swing your head back against your pillows.

he eagerly pushes your dress up, getting annoyed it was in his way and let’s the material ravel high up on your stomach. his eyes fall to your underwear. he could tell by the material that it wasn’t some kind of special underwear to you. it wasn’t lacy or skimpy, just regular cotton for comfort—though eren couldn’t find himself giving a single fuck over what underwear you chose to wear. he kisses his way down your chest, ignoring the part of your body that was covered by the dress until he reaches the top of your stomach. he plants a soft kiss, then he slowly starts to nibble his way down.

your stomach aches at the sensation, and you could feel your cunt fluttering harder as he got closer.

his fingers tuck underneath the cotton once again, and he tugs lightly on your underwear. “lift your hips,” he quietly directs, and you obey without a second thought, lifting yourself a bit so he could slide your underwear down your legs. he pulls his lips away from your skin just before doing so, his eyes trained on watching your underwear peel from your soft cunt, and the low groan he lets out makes you squeeze your thighs together.

he looks up at you, desperately wanting you to look over at him but you hid your face, cheeks burning hot from his eyes.

you wanted nothing more then to feel his mouth on you, doing whatever he possibly could to please you, but the undeniable heat and prickle of insecurities was overwhelming.

“look at me,” he speaks lowly, securing himself between your thighs.

you quietly whine. “no. s’embarassing.” you mumble, words slurring when you bring your hands up to hide your face even better.

eren’s eyebrows furrow, pout molding onto his cheeks. he couldn’t believe what you were saying, because what could possibly make you so insecure right now. he’s seen you in different ways his whole life. he’s seen you when you were sick, he’s seen you that one time you got gum in your hair, and he’s seen you when you got stung on the cheek by a bee—but this is what was embarrassing? he couldn’t wrap his head around it since, in his eyes, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look more beautiful in your entire life.

he places a quick kiss right underneath your belly button, before he makes his way up your body. he uses his strong arms to get a nice hold on your waist, and pushes you further up on the bed. you gasp at the sudden movement, dropping your hands to look at him. you watch as he reaches for one of your many pillows on the bed, and swings it over you. you allow him to place it between your back and the headboard, watching him with nervous eyes until you finally got what he was doing.

he gives you a soft look, one that was also drowning in lust and captures your lips in his for one, long kiss that reminds you of when his lips first connected to yours. it leaves your mind fuzzy, maybe even a little lightheaded when he pulls back.

“you’re gonna watch me, okay?” he makes himself comfortable between your closed legs again, keeping his gaze solid on yours to make sure you were listening.

he watches as you slowly nod your head, and god all he wants to do is see your sweet eyes roll back, and all he wants to hear is you finally letting out a moan. he needs to hear it.

he looks down at the space between your thighs that you were currently hiding. he places his hands on your knees, slowly separating your thighs and you let him, but only grow hotter as the cold circulation in your room breezed your newly bare skin. you watch him closely, examining his face for any sign of disgust or displeasure. he wraps his arms around your thighs, using them to spread you wider.

he could almost cum just from the sight of your cunt, wet and sticky and throbbing. he watches as your hole closes around nothing, and his cock twitches in his sweats. your thighs were shiny and sticky from your own slick, pussy glistening in the very low light of your room and he groans. “fuck, you’re so hot.” he whispers. he knows it wasn’t a romantic thing to say, but then again his brain was starting to go on autopilot and he let the words slip out of his lips.

you only grow hotter at his words, fighting a whimper behind your lips as your teeth pinch against the lower. he tugs you down just a bit, pulling you into him while making sure you were still propped so you could watch him easily. he locks eyes with you, and you fight the urge to look away when he leans down. his teeth bite down on the fat of your thigh, only to then cool the sting with, once again, his tongue. he repeats the action on your other thigh, this time cooling it with a kiss.

“don’t be shy, no one can hear us from in here.” he whispers, and your breath hitches as his brushes against the bud of your clit. as soon as the words left his mouth, he finally surges forward. his tongue slides between your folds, slow yet impatient, all the way up your cunt until his lips wrap directly around your clit.

“oh—fuck!” you gasp, your hands quickly searching for your blankets to squeeze into your fist. your back separates from your pillows, arching closer to him and you pulse as he repeats the action.

he never removes his gaze from yours, loving how you struggle to look at him—even to keep your eyes open for that matter—as he secures his tongue against your clit.

your hips rock into his mouth absentmindedly, chasing the feeling desperately and letting hot pants and quiet whines gush from your mouth. your knuckles turn white from the grip you have on the sheets.

his tongue worked sloppily on your cunt, lewd squelching masked by the sounds of your quick breaths and whines in pleasure.

“eren—ugh,” you finally moan, and suddenly eren never wants to his name in any other way then this. your stomach curls, and you finally give up keeping your eyes open as you tip your head back. he couldn’t even stop himself, letting out a low moan of his own just upon hearing you, and that vibration alone making you writhe against his jaw. you suck in a breath, not even caring that your dress was starting to stick to your skin due to sweat, and go breathless under his tongue.

he tightens his grip around your legs, strong biceps keeping you stable so he could work on your pussy without you squirming away. he relished in the sight of you arching your back, eyes screwed shut and mouth locked in a silent scream. your breath shakes when you exhale, dropping your head and fighting your energy to open your still-lidded eyes to peer down at him. your hand finds his hair, combing your fingers through it to push the messy strands away from his face so you could look at him better, and that made eren tighten in his slacks.

“you look—“ you pause, interrupted by a quiet moan when his tongue flicks against your clit, “—pretty like this.”

the compliment doesn’t just go straight to his head, but it tugs his stomach and heart tight. his thick lashes covered his green eyes from being completely visible, but you could still see the way they darken.

“yeah?” he mutters, not trying hard enough to pull away to make the word clearer. plus he liked the way you squirmed when he spoke against your clit, and the way you gripped the back of his hair a little tighter made him swipe his tongue up your folds once again. “then you should see what you look like,” he briefly parts from your pussy just to speak, though not moving far as his lips brushed against your slick and his breath fanned your hole.

you wished you could feel him do this all day, because he was all too good at it. every other time a man has tried to do this to you, it never ended well. it always ended with you either faking it, or pretending like you were too eager to be fucked. you’ve never once came from this sensation.

but you could imagine this is what the buildup feels like. the longer he swirls his tongue and sucks on your clit like a goddamn pacifier, you start to feel the sensation other girls describe when this happens to them. the way your stomach clenched and your head dazes, you start to realize it might just happen to you.

“fuck, eren—“ you gasp in such a lewd way eren finds himself drunk on such a sound, “‘m close. so so s’close.” you moan. your hand that was kept to sweep his hair was subconsciously pressing against the back of his head. you didn’t even realize, but eren did and that made him all the more eager to continue.

he didn’t speed up, he didn’t stop, he didn’t change anything as he watched you pant and gasp and claw at your bedsheets like you were being exorcized. he was sure the way your nails dug into his scalp was going to hurt later, but that was the last thing on his mind. he was sure that he would enjoy the pain.

“oh— i’m cumming, fuck eren—“ your words slur as you lift yourself into him and press him closer to you. your body was tense, up until you finally reach an orgasm that had you seeing stars. your entire body relaxes, and eren slows down only to coax you through your orgasm. your head was knocked back, face pinched and mouth open with nothing but a slew of moans and heated breaths escaping into the air.

your hand pushes his hair back again, still unable to lift your head and make eye contact with the brunette due to lack of energy, until he finally stops—but not before placing a wet kiss against your clit. your thighs twitch, and the loss of contact makes you whimper.

“such a good job,” he whispers, allowing you to breathe as he brings himself up your body. his lips and chin were soaked with your slick, and neither you nor him cared as he pressed soft kisses to your sticky collarbone and neck.

you swore that when you opened your eyes, you’d see the pearly white gates of heaven. he might as well have just killed you, right then and there, and frankly—you’d be fine with it. what a way to go.

“kiss me.” you hum, forcing yourself to lift your head and look at him. he smiles, not wasting a second to make your wish come true. he slides his hand to cup your cheek, letting you do the same and you pull him into you. his lips are soaked—the cause being you or his own saliva, either way you moan as his mouth captures yours. you press your knees against his hips, caging him closer.

“needy,” he moans through the kiss, and you don’t even try to deny because it’s painfully obvious.

you smirk into the kiss, just before gently biting down on his lip and tugging just lightly. his airy laugh hit your chin, and you smile. you could taste yourself on him. to you, it wasn’t much, but to him—he didn’t think he ever wanted to taste something else ever again. he was starting to get addicted.

your hips rock into his clothed length that twitched in his pants. he was rock hard, the feeling pressing against your clit and just maybe, if you were paying more attention, you could tell that he was pressing himself into you.

“quit teasing,” you whine, not even bothering to stop yourself as you both rock into each other. he smirks, shaking his head.

“as if you’re so innocent,” he counters, and you fight—and fail—the smirk on your cheeks.

you press your hand against his chest, pushing him up a little and loosening your knees from around his hips. he watches you, pulling away with only a slight confused look that quickly disappears when you reach down to the silky fabric of your dress. you slip it over your head by yourself, tossing it somewhere in your room where you’d find later.

your breasts bounced in the bra you wore—this one lacy—and suddenly eren felt like a preteen again, practically drooling over the way your breasts pressed against the cups of your bra. you liked his eyes on you, and you would’ve appreciated them more if you weren’t ridiculously horny.

“pants,” you mutter, reaching forward to press your hand on his sweats. his eyes widen when he realizes what you meant, and he goes to sit up quickly—almost scrambling.

he sloppily slid his pants down his legs, kicking his feet when they bunched up at his ankles in hopes that they would fling off. you sat up straight, watching him and failing to suppress a laugh as he did so. it was easily one of the most unsexiest things you’ve seen him do, but neither of you cared. at least his pants were gone. all that was left was your bra, and his boxers.

he positions himself over you again, cupping your cheek to kiss you like you were just doing moments ago. you invite his lips happily, eager to feel them press against your skin almost as much as he was eager to do the honors.

you lean forward to cup your hand around his clothed cock, feeling how hard it was. you hide your shock behind the kiss, fingers feeling around subtly while you lightly palm his hard on. he groans, low and in your mouth.

“you’re gonna drive me crazy, i swear,” he whispers hushed against you, and you chuckle at his words. you took it as a compliment, feeling him twitch just before you reach your hand into his boxers. he stirs a little, pushing very slightly into your hand as another low groan tears through his throat and into your mouth.

he pulls away to breathe, unable to kiss you again and this time it’s your turn to relish in his facial expression. you watch his eyebrows pinch, lips parting to pant.

“fuck,” he hums, “as much as i love this, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep this up…”

you slide your tongue across your teeth, wicked smile plastered on your lips. “what’s wrong with that?” you tease.

he groans, shaking his head and lidding his eyes to look at you as you continued to palm him slowly. “there’s no way i’m cumming without actually fucking you.”

he said it like he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life, and he may as well have. if he knew you were going to be this good, taste that good, he would’ve taken this opportunity years ago.

he bites his lip, suppressing a whimper when you tease him for just a second longer, then sliding your thumb over the tip of his cock to collect the little bit of pre-cum that hadn’t yet dripped into his boxers. he watches as you pull your hand away from his shaft.

you part your lips just slightly, gaze piercing into his, and bring your thumb up to your lips.

the way your seductive lips wrap around your thumb, and the way your tongue darts out of your mouth to taste the bitterness of him. it wasn’t great, but it was eren, so you couldn’t care less. his eyes were trained on the plump pink of your lips, watching them squeeze around your finger and very slowly pull away. he stirs and his length throbs at the sight, desperately wishing that was his cock but—another time. he was all too eager to feel what it was like to be inside of you.

“scratch that, you are driving me crazy.” he corrects his earlier statement, ignoring the fog wafting around in his brain and just focusing on how attractive the laugh you let out was.

he leans in to kiss you again, and he finds himself realizing he’s never kissed a single hookup as much as he’s kissed you. hell, he doesn’t even think he’s kissed someone he’s actually dated as much as he was kissing you. it was your fault, really. you were all much too fun to kiss.

he presses his chest against yours, silently guiding you down lower on your bed. you follow his movements, allowing yourself to press your back against the familiar mattress and once again, part your legs so he could fit between them.

you almost miss when he mutters something unintelligible against your mouth.

“what?” you ask, pulling away and looking up at him.

“condoms? where do you keep your condoms?” he blinks down at you, silently making note of how beautiful you look with your lips swollen and your face a little damp from sweat. especially how beautiful you look from this angle.

“bottom drawer, under my vibrator.” you answer, and he almost pauses at the thought—because that is a nice thought.

you don’t miss the small smirk that appears on his lips when he reaches over you, and sure enough, he opens the bottom drawer of your nightstand to find the small pink vibrator. and the condoms, but most importantly his eyes land on the vibrator.

“is it so strange to find out i masturbate?” you raise your eyebrows, almost teasingly. he lets out a quiet scoff, reaching a little lower to grab the condom underneath the dainty bullet, and sadly closes the drawer to leave it behind.

“definitely not strange. wouldn’t use that word.” he teases back, and your chest bounces as you chuckle, which only reminds him that he wants your bra off.

you seem to be thinking the same thing when you sit up. “want me to?” you raise your eyebrows, flicking your gaze from the condom wrapper to his eyes, signifying that you were more then happy to slide the rubber on for him. he chuckles, masking the moan he was suppressing. you were too giving, too eager to please him and that was making him stir.

he sucks on the inside of his cheek, dropping his eyes down to your cleavage and shaking his head. “can i take off your bra?” he asks, verbally ignoring your offer.

you straighten your posture, and reach your arms behind your back. he listens to the silent pop of your bra clasp, and watched the fabric fall loose on your shoulders. he took your answer as a no, considering you were doing it on your own so he ignores your question in return. your eyes fall to his hands, watching as he eagerly, yet skillfully slid his boxers off of his legs and this time—they dropped on the floor instead of him flailing to kick them off.

his cock was thick, and as it slung from his boxers, it was significantly bigger then you expected.

he would’ve noticed you suck in a small breath had he not been focused on your now completely naked body, one he had never seen, and one he felt he had the absolute honor of seeing, laid out before him. you toss your bra onto the floor next to your bed.

you were both occupied looking at each other’s newly revealed bodies, both of you think the same thing—is this really happening?

you didn’t think about the consequences from when you kissed him, and now was a poor time to start. you reach for the condom in his hand, being the first to break the silence.

he lets out a tiny annoyed groan. “you were taking too long.” you tease, pinching your fingers around the material and tearing the top of the wrapper off. you reach forward, pulling him closer to you from his shoulder, and you snake your fingers around to the back of his neck. your single hand skillfully pulled the condom out of the wrapper, and tossed the wrapper somewhere to your side where you’d find later. “you don’t let me touch you.” he doesn’t miss the small whine in your voice.

“it’s not that i’m not letting you. you’re just gonna make me cum faster then i want t- ahh…” he explains simply, before your soft hand wraps around his cock teasingly. you smirk, watching his eyes pinch shut and jaw fall slack as your hand slowly slides up his shaft, dragging the rubber along with it.

“yeah? you have a history of cumming fast?” you ask, voice seductive and eyebrows raised.

“n-no,” he stutters. “never fucked you before though, so…”

you smile, pleased by his words and you finally reach the base of his cock. you lean up to plant a kiss on his temple, and his heart swells.

what are you doing to him?

he wraps his hand around your breast, squeezing it lightly and gently trapping your hardening bud around his thumb and pointer finger. you arch into the feeling, tongue darting out to lick your lips. eren’s face was flushed. your skin was so soft, especially your breasts. he cups his hand around the both of them, squeezing him together all the while starting to align himself over you.

“tell me if you want me to stop at any point, okay,” he whispers quietly. you nod, fluttering your eyes. he presses his other hand against your thigh, making you spread your legs a little further to give him more room. his sight was glued to where your bodies were just centimeters away from meeting. the tip of his cock ghosts over your clit for just a moment, making your entire body twitch at the contact.

“okay, deep breath,” he very carefully presses his tip to your entrance, and once he was sure he was in the right spot, he immediately brings his gaze up to your face. he watches as you inhale sharply, and he uses that opportunity to very slowly push himself in.

“fuck—“ you curse, voice pitched and eyes screwing shut, immediately dropping your head against your pillows. he leans over you, hand rubbing small circles on your shoulder blade the same moment he lets out a low groan.

“oh god,” he moans. you desperately claw at his back, breaking your slow and steady breaths into pants.

“slow, go slow,” you whimper, not-so-silently pleading for a chance to settle into the feeling of him so far. he doesn’t move, in fact he’s been still for a moment now, letting both you and him settle into the foreign feeling of being literally around each other.

he nods, slowly pushing himself further inside of you and opening his eyes just in time to see you gasp.

he was big. bigger then you’ve ever taken, and probably bigger then you ever will. he stretched you out nicely, despite not even being fully inside yet. you swallow thick, fingers reaching to grip your poor bedsheets once again.

“are you okay? does it hurt?” he asks, pausing between to take a deep breath. he stops, when he’s about halfway to check in on you, watching your face relax once he stills himself.

“no no,“ you shake your head. “feels good. keep going, ‘ren.”

the nickname doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and he may have gotten a little too excited when he pushed himself inside of you, quicker then before. you seethe at the feeling, teeth clenching around nothing and jaw tightening. your fingers dig into your mattress, probably willing to rip the thin material of your sheets if your nails were sharp enough.

“you’re so…fucking tight…” he groans. his own nails dig into the plush of your hips, probably hard enough to create small bruises though both of your mindsets were much too focused on the more important task at hand to even pay attention to it.

you moan at his words, and his length, arching your back into the air.

he hurt, but it wasn’t an unbearable pain. it was a welcomed one. you’ve had just a little less experience then him, and even with that you’ve never felt this full. he wasn’t even completely inside of you and you were already starting to blank.

eren watches your chest bounce as you arch, your breasts swinging just below him and he could drool at the sight.

he’d be lying if he said he’d never looked at your cleavage before. you always wore low cut shirts or tank-tops, and he wasn’t saying that it was right of him to stare, but he did it anyway. it was like a dream came true being able to see them without being covered.

“more,” you hiss eagerly.

he watches you, the sight one that could make him spurt. he holds onto you tight, slowly pushing himself into you until he bottoms out with a sigh. he feels you clench around him, a small “fuck,” spilling from your vocabulary that made him nod his head.

he stayed still for a moment, not just letting you settle into the new feeling, but also him. you were clenched around him, so tight he might suffocate.

“s’wet, god—don’t even need lube,” he pants, pushing his words instead of letting them trap in his throat.

you could hardly hear him, your heart pounding in your ears and all you could think was about how deep he was hitting you. your hands scramble, to wrap around his neck loosely, your eyes stayed clenched to the point where you might get a headache.

you don’t even try to mumble, because he already knew what you were about to ask. he leans down, sliding his hand up your curves and squeezing your skin as he goes until he drives his hand to hold him up the best he could next to your head. his lips capture yours, hot and heavy, desperate and needy. he didn’t know how many times you’ve kissed tonight, but he did know that this one was his favorite.

your chest rises into his as you breathe, lips molding into his in a way that already felt so familiar. eren wasn’t even a fan of kissing all that much, but he was starting to second guess himself after feeling how electric they can make you feel.

“gonna move now. okay? s’that okay?” he pants breathlessly against your lips. you nod rapidly, a needy whimper taking place instead of words.

he slowly pulls out, and you both exhale into each other. you find yourself chasing the feeling, unable to move far as eren kept you still.

when he pushes back in, this time fully, you both seethe. your nails dig into his shoulder blades, sure enough to make little crescent divots that eren would be happy to find later.

“so big,” you babble, and usually whenever you say that you’re just being nice. this time you could barely control the words that came out of your mouth, and each time his cock kissed your cervix, you twitch under his weight.

it’s not that eren doesn’t know he is—because he knows—but hearing you say it sends a surge of heat through his body and all he can think is how tight you’re squeezing around him, and how he never wants to feel anything other then your cervix against his tip.

he rocks his hips against you at an easy pace, pulling out slowly and pushing back in quicker. he kept his eyes on you, watching your face as it scrunches and relaxes after every smooth thrust.

“faster, ‘ren, please just go faster.” you plead, voice practically annoyed and eren couldn’t help but chuckle.

he picks up his pace, and your jaw goes slack. your nails dig into his shoulders deeper, squeezing his muscle tightly in your hand while your eyes clenched so hard you knew that when you’d open them you’d see little white dots. “fuck, fuck!” your voice is pitched, drawling out word. “feels s’good, yeah. just like tha-ahh, right there!”

you sound utterly pornographic, and eren wants to scold himself for never initiating this faster. oh how he regrets the past 21 years of his life, choosing to hangout with his annoying blonde friend over his smoking hot, completely addicting little sister. he doesn’t even notice the headboard banging against the wall, and you don’t either. the party was too loud so it was unlikely other people heard, but then again you had no idea what time it was.

you didn’t bother to check, nor care, as your brain was short circuiting. you couldn’t think of anything other then the brunette over you and his thick, delicious cock that bullied into you at a pace that had you fucking choking.

“what’re you doing to me, god. fuck…y/n,” he drops his head to bury into your neck, nuzzling himself between your sweaty shoulder. his voice was a lazy mumble, almost a whisper and it brushed into your ear. you shamelessly moan, wrapping your arms around him to keep him close.

“feel s’good. you feel so fucking good, eren,” you whimper, breath hot and fanning his hair.

eren could feel the buildup, and he cursed himself. there was no way he was going to cum before you. he knew he’d get too sensitive, unable to continue but he had to hear you slew out moans and whines again, he had to feel you clench around him rapidly as you cum for a second time.

he slides his hand between your bodies, placing his hand flat on your pelvis and presses his thumb to your clit, deciding to bully that part of you too. your legs twitch, and he could feel the effect that had on you.

“ohh,” your breaths grow quicker, and you think you might just pass out from the added sensation.

your stomach was starting to bubble for the second time tonight, the familiar feeling was quick to pick up your heart rate. you suck in a breath, holding it in your throat until the next moan shredded it into pieces. you felt the gentle nip of eren’s teeth on your skin, and almost sob from the feeling. you appreciated how he started off slow, and loved how he was starting to not care about your sensitivity.

his thumb moves on its own, rubbing quick and agonizing circles around the sensitive bud and by each round you twitch. “eren,” you breath, voice hardly audible and he may have missed it if your breath wasn’t next to his ear.

“close, ‘m close,” he interrupts, confessing on his own and you squeeze around him to the point where he bites a little harder on your skin. you toss your head back, hair messy around your pillow all the while you nodded your head quickly.

“me too, ‘ren. gonna—fuck—gonna cum,” you swallow, hands scraping his back hard and to the point where if you might as well start drawing blood. you didn’t notice though, and if you did you’d stop—which was the last thing eren wanted you to do.

he almost doesn’t want to reach his high, much like you. he wants to bury himself inside of you forever, hearing and feeling your quick breaths against his ear for the rest of his life. he wants to always feel your nails brutally marking him, and he wants to see the aftermath. he wants to bite and suck on your skin, watching his own marks darken while you beg and whine his name over and over again until it was all you knew.

he could tell you were seconds away, which gave him the security to come undone himself. you tense, until your body relaxes underneath him. you cum with a loud moan, one that made him delirious enough to collapse on top of you, his hot breath hitting the divot between your shoulder and neck. your fingers stop scraping against him, instead now rubbing lightly over his skin and he thinks that might be your equivalent to his cooling kisses. you feel him twitch inside of you, his hand also disconnecting from your overly sensitive clit, and you squeeze on instinct.

he hissed from his own sensitivity, using the last bit of his energy to slowly pull out of you which makes you both wince. “you’re addicting.” he mumbles, and feels your laugh brush against his ear.

“yeah?”

he lifts himself up enough to make eye contact with you. your eyes were lidded—you looked sleepy. “yeah.”

you only let out a quiet hum in response, small smile tugging at the corners of your lips just in time for your lids to drop. you didn’t have enough time to think about what big consequences were going to come after this, or how impossibly hard it was going to be facing eren—even your brother—after this. post-orgasmic bliss was enough to make you forget about the party downstairs, and the responsibilities to carry after it.

ft me not knowing what kind of clothes men wear so i wrote him in sweats lmfao

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