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merakiui · 1 month

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risky rascality (tsum sex).

azutsum x (female) reader x azul ashengrotto cw: nsfw, non-con, tsum sex, tsum has a dick, ntr, shameless smut, loss of virginity, cumflation, characters written as 18+ note - don't underestimate the importance of body language. (or: azul's tsum misreads your intentions and fucks you.)

You’ve found yourself in Azul’s VIP room plenty of times in the past, so it’s impossible to explain the anxiety that washes over you. Sudden like a devastating tidal wave, it rocks you to your core the moment Azul offers you a casual smile. He’s so charming. You almost forget you’re here for your usual tutoring session and not a study date. One can dream.

“Before we begin, I’ll have to step out for a moment. There’s something that requires my immediate attention. I shouldn’t be too long. In the meantime, would you mind getting your notes out and turning to the chapter we last left off at?”

Having been so caught up in admiring the way he stands in the doorway, you startle at the sound of his smooth voice. “Next chapter… R-Right! Yes, of course! I’ll do that. You do your thing. I’m not going anywhere.”

With a nod of acknowledgement, he shuts the door behind him. The stiffness in your shoulders ebbs away then, and you slouch back against the sofa. With an embarrassed groan, you drag your hands down your face.

Be normal for one minute, (Name). This isn’t anything special.

Something nudges your thigh and you lower your arms to find Azul’s tsum pushing your textbook towards you. He struggles more than he makes any apparent success, and it’s a cute sight that has a smile sprouting on your lips.

“Thanks, little guy.” You lift the book up to spare him of the burden and set it on the table. A cup of tea rests inches away, steam curling from the liquid in fragrant tendrils. The tsum blinks up at you, wordless like always. “You don’t have to stay for this, you know. I’m sure you’d much rather explore campus.”

The tsum stares and then, as if your words have somehow offended him, he rears forward to knock his head into your thigh again. His fedora falls off in the process, but he pays it no mind and continues to bump into your leg.

“Okay, okay! You can stay.” You laugh and hold your hands up in surrender. “I never said you had to leave.”

Lifting the tiny fedora from the sofa, you place it atop the tsum’s head. It’s uncanny how much of Azul you see in him. Even the beauty mark is in the right place… How peculiar.

Seeming pleased with this, the tsum scrambles to get into your lap. You place your hand under him and help him up. Even though he doesn’t have a mouth, he looks very happy here, bouncing up and down with what you think is a show of enthusiasm.

“You’re adorable, Azutsum. I wish I could say that to your counterpart. He’s great, you know? The most amazing guy I’ve ever met.” You squish Azutsum between your hands and sigh dreamily. “I’m actually not that bad at magic history. I just pretended so I could spend more time with Azul outside of class.”

Azutsum narrows his eyes at you.

“You disapprove?”

He squirms out of your grasp and jumps up towards your chest. You catch him before he can fall back onto your lap. It doesn’t look like open disapproval. Maybe the tsum just doesn��t understand your feelings. You don’t expect him to. If he’s anything like Azul, he’s probably more focused on the lounge or money. Azul did mention he spent a good half of the morning testing the tsum’s affinity for business.

You glance at your textbook. One day you’ll confess. It won’t be today, though. With a sigh, you resign yourself to your reality and place the tsum on the table. You manage to open the book and flick through a few pages before Azutsum pounces on top. He glowers at you, demanding attention. In a way, when he isn’t being expressive like this, he reminds you of a turtle. That thought prompts a chuckle from you and you nudge him away gently.

“I’d love to play more, but I’ve gotta start reviewing. It’ll look odd if Azul walks in and I haven’t made any progress.”

Despite this, Azutsum persists. He prods at your hand, squeaking at you in what sounds like annoyance. A needy thing, this tsum. You’ve never known Azul to be so shamelessly direct, so it takes you by surprise when his tsum rolls around to wrinkle the pages. You gasp just as it tears.

“Don’t be so careless!” You grab hold of the tsum before he can cause further damage to your precious book. Pinching his cheek in light admonishment, you hold him close to your face. “All right, you have my attention. Please don’t destroy my books.”

The tsum beams.

“Aren’t you proud? Seriously… I’m only forgiving you because you look like my crush,” you mutter, your cheeks warming.

If only Azul was this hungry for my attention…

Azutsum wriggles happily in your hands. It’s a challenge to stay angry at such a cute plush. A prisoner to his charms, you pet him affectionately. He seems to bask in your touch, turning over on his back so that you can give his belly the same amount of love.

“Maybe not a turtle. You’re more like a puppy.”

Smiling to yourself, you rub the tsum’s belly. He seems to appreciate the gesture, for he squeaks in excitement. If he wasn’t sentient, you’d probably mistake him for a pillow. He’s soft like one, squishy like a plush. You knead him every now and then, pressing your fingers into his abdomen. You’re sure there’s nothing but stuffing inside, but a morbidly curious part of you wonders if he has organs and blood. Unlikely. But it’s still fun to fantasize over the wildly impossible.

“Do you like that?” You watch gleefully as the tsum squeezes his eyes shut and squirms. His squeaks are loud. “Seems like it. After this, though, I need to get back to work.”

You’re so swept up in toying with the tsum that it shocks you out of your skin when he jumps out of your arms abruptly. You assume he’s gotten tired of the teasing, but then he’s launching himself at you to tackle you onto the sofa. The force knocks you down, and you gasp as the leather cushions cradle you in the aftermath of your fall.

“Hey! What was that for?” You lift your head up to look at him. A familiar weight settles on top of you. “You’re stronger than you look…”

You gaze at Azutsum and the laughter sticks in your throat. There’s a distinctly human cock curving up along the length of your stomach, grotesquely thick and leaking pre-cum, maddeningly disproportionate. Your eyes widen, and a shard of horror lodges itself in your heart.

“W-Wait… Hold on!” You scramble to get away, but the tsum shifts so that the head of his cock presses against your skirt. You yelp when he moves again to prod at your clothed pussy. “Don’t touch there—you can’t!”

He presses inwards, blocked only by your panties, and squeaks sadly. You claw at the sofa, desperate to escape. Azutsum isn’t listening. He continues to rut uselessly between your thighs. Much to your disbelief, the pressure of his cock straining to find its home inside your tight hole leaves you soaking through your panties. If you aren’t thinking about it—about the fact that this insane cock belongs to this little tsum—you almost trick yourself into picturing Azul leaning over you on the sofa. He’d grab your hips, yank you to meet him halfway, slot himself inside slowly… He’d praise you for taking him so well, whisper the sweetest of filth, kiss you dizzy!

That sugar-encrusted delusion shatters the moment his fleshy head catches on your panties. Somehow they’re pushed aside as he bullies his way closer to your cunt. Your eyes snap open just as he pushes inside.

“No, no, no! A-Azutsum, don’t do—ooh!”

Your pleas taper off into a low groan just as he slides in. It feels strange, a foreign fit. Is this really going to be your first time? With withering resolve, you reach for the tsum in hopes of tugging him away from your pussy. He draws back, searching for the right rhythm, and sinks further into wet walls. The breath is punched out of your lungs once he’s managed to fit half of his absurd length inside you.

Tears gather in your eyes. “Take it out… Please… It feels weird and—” he bucks forwards and you suck in a breath through your teeth— “h-hurts!”

Azutsum squeaks softly at you. Consolation? Maybe. Or perhaps it’s a parody of a sweet nothing. How is this possible? He shouldn’t be this big. He shouldn’t even have this anatomy to begin with! Where was he even hiding such a monstrous size?

Your arm falls over your face. Despite everything, the fit is snug. You’re not sure you can take another inch. Azutsum disagrees with this unvoiced sentiment, instead choosing to fuck in and out of you until you’re properly slick. It leaves you shuddering with a strange desire—whether that’s to get away or stay, you can’t determine.

Submitting to your fate—though your hips flinch with every thrust—you allow your mind to wander. You envision Azul and wish he was here in place of this devious tsum. Maybe then you’d be more receptive. Maybe then you wouldn’t be crying. Maybe then the drag of his cock along your walls would actually feel satisfying.

Azutsum’s squeaks join the obscene squelch of skin on skin. It’s noisy and gross. You smell yourself on the air—the unmistakable odor of salt and sin. He fucks like he’s running late, driving his cock as deep as it can possibly go. Your back arches up towards the invisible body that ought to be hovering over you right now. If it was Azul, you’d loop your arms around his neck and pull him down to taste him.

It’s not Azul. It will never be Azul.

All you can do is lie there and take it. At some point, the stretch is less of a pain and more of a unique fullness. It’s not unpleasant, weirdly. Rather, you find yourself grinding down to meet each of his sporadic thrusts, chasing a high that’s so conflicting.

What am I doing? This is so wrong! you think, writhing like a fish out of water. And yet you can’t stop.

“Azutsum, please—” You gasp sharply when he hits a particular spot deep within you, your eyes rolling back into your skull. That’s…not your cervix, is it? There’s no way… Surely he didn’t do that. But then the tip of his cock prods at it again, this time with more insistence, and you throw your head back and howl. “Wait, slow down! Hurts—that hurts!”

Tears trail down your cheeks. You wipe them away to no avail. They just keep pouring, made plentiful by the cock ramming against a place that’s never been reached before. You cry out again when he eases out partially and slams back in with forceful determination. His motions are sloppy now, a stuttering, jerky movement that fills you with more cock than you’ve ever taken in your life before. Your fingers and dildo can’t compare to this—nothing can.

In just a few more riotous strokes, the tsum burrows his cock all the way to the hilt and releases inside with a strangled squeak. Thick, warm cum floods your womb at once, so copious it leaves your stomach with a slight bloat. Dazed, just managing to collect yourself, you press down against your belly to feel the bulge of his cock.

“Please…” you whisper, panting, “pull out already…”

Azutsum starts to do that, only to thrust back in. His cock keeps all of his cum effectively plugged.

“No more… I can’t take anymore. Please…”

But he’s already moving, intent on going at it until his balls are drained and you’re properly filled. In the meantime, you shut your eyes and welcome the chimera of an absentee Azul.

You’re not sure how long it’s been or how many rounds you’ve gone, but by the end of it you’re stuffed. Azutsum finally eases out after so much time spent thrust up inside. Shivering, you peer over the deceptive dome that is your stomach. If anyone were to see you, they’d certainly think you were pregnant and not just packed full of cum. You don’t want to know where such a little tsum gets so much virility. Best not to question it, otherwise you’ll drive yourself mad trying to figure it out.

Azutsum climbs up onto your rounded belly, gazing down at you with newfound fondness in his blue eyes. You’re not sure where his cock’s retreated to now. At least it’s over. Defeated, you reach up and pat his head.

The door to the VIP room creaks open then. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, (Name). Some nuisances—ah, I mean customers—don’t know when to—” Azul chokes on the rest of his sentence, his wide-eyed gaze drawn to you splayed out on the leather sofa. Cum dribbles from your abused cunt, pooling below on the cushion.

You can’t bear to look at him, so you bury your face in your hands. “S-Sorry. I’m sorry! I’ll clean it. Just please… Please don’t look.” Shyly, you squeeze your legs shut in hopes of preserving what’s left of your dignity. You’ve never felt humiliation as hot and heavy as this before.

Azutsum squeaks a joyful greeting.

You can’t see him, but his face has exploded with a fiery embarrassment. He’s doing everything he can to avoid staring at you. No matter how hard he tries, his eyes are drawn to your stomach, to your pussy clenched around nothing and leaking cum, to the devilishly proud tsum perched on top… Most importantly, you miss the way his slacks tighten in the crotch and the way he swallows thickly.

Clearing his throat, his words awkward, Azul says, “P-Perhaps we ought to postpone today’s session…”

It’s for the best. He’s not sure he’d be able to explain his reaction if you were to catch it.

#meraki mumbles #n/sfw #tw: noncon #FOOD IS SERVED!!!!!! :D

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cevansbrat0007 · 3 months

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Sweet Tooth

Summary: Ari gets inventive when he finds himself in the doghouse with you. Be sure to check out the follow-up drabble, Sweet Tooth Deluxe!

Warnings: Smut, Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Arch Nemesis', Dominant Ari, Aprons, Arguments, Oral Sex (fem rec mentioned), Spanking (mentioned), Pussy spanking (mentioned), Pet Names, Cursing, Violent Thoughts, Minors DNI

A/N: Written for @honeygngergemini. Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Ari leans back in his chair, one long leg coming to rest atop his knee as he levels a hard look at Officer Milton Foster. He scrubs a tired hand over his face, his mind working overtime to process what the young man had just said.

“But that makes zero fucking sense.” He grumbles, groaning when he sees Milton just shake his head.

“Aye, man.” The dark-haired deputy throws up his hands. “You asked me where I thought you went wrong and I told you.” He turns in his office chair to spare a quick glance at his computer. “Do not shoot the messenger.”

“No one’s being shot, alright? I just don’t get the logic behind any of the shit you just said.”

Couple that with the fact that you’d been icing him out for the past several days for reasons unbeknownst to him – which had left him in a god awful mood. He missed you. Your laugh, your warmth, your smile.

All of it.

Not to mention that deliciously curvy body that had been keeping him warm at night. He really missed that. More than than anything he needed a fucking kiss.

But you were ignoring him. And Ari had discovered pretty quickly that he didn’t like any of it. Not one bit.

So, he’d turned to what he felt like was his only ally in this god-forsaken town: the newly minted sheriff’s deputy, Milton Foster.

“So you’re really trying to tell me that the reason my woman is pissed at me is because I ate Charline Marshall’s pecan pie at the town potluck, liked it, and asked for seconds.” Ari smooths an annoyed hand over his bearded face. Trying to understand Bell’s Creek’s local politics could really do a number on a person.

“And don’t forget that she purposely dropped your lady’s bramble berry pie on the ground.” Milton does a quick spin in his chair. “She tried to pretend it was an accident, but most of us know better. Charline Marshall has eyes for you and I think she might be ready to make it known.”

“I’m pretty sure that I couldn’t even pick that woman out of a lineup.”

Milton simply shrugs before taking another spin in his desk chair. “You’ve got a lot of admirers, Mr. Bounty Hunter. A man like you blows into town…well, you’re downright exotic. Every single red-blooded woman under 75 wants a taste.”

Ari visibly shudders before crossing his legs at the ankle. He didn’t want anyone else. This particularly surly Bounty Hunter wanted you. He only wanted to eat your food. Enjoy your sweets. Fall to his knees and devour the fuck out of your pretty little pussy.

“Hard pass, buddy.” Your lawman sighs. “I didn’t know shit about the pie incident. I mean, how could I when she was barely talking to me or anyone at that party?”

“Not saying it’s your fault, big guy. Logically, what would you have been able to do if she had told you?”

Ari looks up at him, his piercing blue gaze never once leaving the young deputy’s. “I would’ve taken her back to my place and spent the rest of the night making her feel better. I would’ve done everything in my power to take my girl’s mind off that petty shit.”

“Mmm.” Milton murmurs as understanding suddenly dawns. “I really don’t wanna get too deep in your business, but your lady is like a sister to me.” He leans back in his chair so that he can kick his feet up on his desk. “We used to play on the playground together as kids. And full disclosure, she used to beat my ass.” The deputy chuckles as he begins to recount all the way you used to be a tiny force of nature.

“I…can see that.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Anyway, I think your original plan was a good one.”

“Meaning?” Ari leans over to take a sip of his now cold coffee. It tasted like shit anyway, even when it was hot. In fact he longed for you, his BIrd, to make him one of your little caffeine-infused concoctions – preferably while wearing nothing but his shirt.

So he could also take a bite out of that luscious ass while you refreshed his mug. After all, he was a man who prided himself on his ability to multitask.

“Meaning, you need to find a way to distract her while making your point.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, you’re a smart fuckin’ guy who set his sights on someone who could easily be the most stubborn woman in the whole damned state.” A smirking Milton offers up a salute with his can of Dr. Pepper. “That’s for you to figure out. All I can do at this point is wish you luck.”

“Thanks.” Ari grunts, wishing that he had a better idea of what to do with you.

Oh, rest assured that he’d figure it out. You were too important to him not to. He just hoped you’d find it in your heart to take it easy on him for his mistake.

The Next Day

You wake up to the smell of cooking sausage wafting into your room. It makes you smile as you stretch your arms over your head. Your stomach growls in agreement, subtly reminding you that you’d neglected to make dinner last night.

Oops. You hadn’t meant to forget, it had just happened. Normally you would end your night with speaking to your Beast of a Bounty Hunter, who always made sure you ate. But lately, you have been both mad at him and embarrassed.

Because at a recent town potluck, Ari had eaten your rival’s pecan pie. Now, you weren’t children, but this had also been after she’d purposely sabotaged your own dessert by accidentally dropping it on the ground.

Charline pretended that it had been a mistake. But the way you’d witnessed her laugh after the fact. And then she’d fed your man, reveling in every minute. You’d known her pecan pie was dry, but Ari had seemed to enjoy it. So much so that he’d asked for a second piece.

Which was fine, except it had hurt your feelings. And you hadn’t been sure how to relay exactly relay that fact either. So you’d clamped down. You’d bottled up.

And as a result, your poor, sweet man was suffering. Which meant you needed to apologize. But you weren’t quite sure how to go about it. As you sit up, you vow to yourself to give him a call today. As soon as you sat down and enjoyed your breakfast.

And then it occurs to you. You weren’t the one cooking. Which meant someone was in your house.

You spring out of bed and grab your Louisville Slugger that you always kept nearby. Taking a deep breath, you quietly make your way down the stairs, your trusty bat poised to take a swing at whatever moron who’d chosen to take up residence in your kitchen.

Baring your teeth, you crest around the corner on bare feet, ready to make your presence known.

“You gonna hit me, Bird?” Ari muses as he adds a dash of salt, followed by pepper to whatever it is he’s got cooking in the skillet. Your flippin' skillet. “Is that really how this ends? You take me out while I’m being kind enough to whip us up some breakfast?”

Momentarily flummoxed you find yourself lowering your weapon in favor of taking in the scene before you. This man – your Bounty Hunter – was currently standing in your kitchen clad in nothing but an apron.

Your apron. And yet somehow it fit him better

“Wh–what are you doing?” You ask him, letting your baseball bat clatter to the floor at your feet. You wouldn’t need it. You were safe with this man, but only to a point. “And how’d you get in?” You hadn’t given him a key yet.

That was supposed to be a present for later.

“Eh.” Ari shrugs, flipping a pancake with surprising skill. “Maybe I saw my gift and swiped it after the potluck. Maybe you weren’t listening to me and I couldn’t get a read on you, so I had to be an asshole and make an executive decision.” He turns away from you to drop a finished pancake on a plate, giving you a fantastic view of his perfectly muscled ass.

“You mad?”

“N-no.” You respond as you feel your thighs clench. God, how you wished that you’d come down here wearing pants. “I was actually planning to reach out to you today. Can I ask what you’re doing?” You shiver as you feel your thighs grow damp, your traitorous pussy working against you.

You should be mad that your Beast had broken into your house. Instead you were happy to see him with a much deserved apology ready to fall from your lips.

“Making you breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, and sausage.” He adds another delicious pancake to the stack. “I’m gonna feed you, and then I’m gonna fuck you, and make you rethink ever ignoring me again.” He purrs, the intoxicating rumble coming from somewhere deep in his chest.

Fuck you were so wet it was almost embarrasing.

“I’ve earned the rights to that tight little pussy, baby. And when I make a mistake like I did with that goddamned Charline, I want you to tell me.” Ari turns off the range, pulling the food off the heat and onto a plate.

“I’m sorry.” You murmur, both hating and loving the way your nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric of your oversized t-shirts. Actually, it was one of his. A detail he also seemed to notice. “How can I make it up to you?”

Ari studies you for a moment, his handsome face tilting to the side. And then your eyes stray to the sight of his impressive erection. You watch as one of his big hands reaches down to fist his hard cock, pumping it once. Twice.

“You can start by going back upstairs. I want you naked, on all fours. I want to come up there and feast my eyes on your soaking wet cunt.” His heated gaze bores into your own, making your already drenched core spasm one more. “And you’d better be wet for me, otherwise I’m gonna spank it. And you.”

“O-okay.” You find yourself taking a step back, your hand clutching at the wall.

“I’m gonna eat it baby.” Ari growls, his voice filled with a mix of unbridled lust and determination. “I’m gonna make that pussy fucking cry. And you’re gonna fucking take it. You hear me?”

“Yes.” You whisper, resisting the urge to reach down as you stroke your eager fingers over your throbbing clit. “Yes, Sir.”

He takes a menacing step towards you, his body delighting in the way that you shiver. You’d been bad. Which means it was time to pay the price. And what better man to exact that payment than your own handsome, 6”4 Beast?

“And then I’m gonna fuck you in front of that brand new mirror I bought you. I’m gonna show you who owns that beautiful body and remind you why it’s important to talk to me when you need me.” Another menacing step. “And then I’m gonna feed those delectable curves after I’ve had my fill.”

“And then…” He tilts his head from side to side, cracking his neck. “You’re gonna let me kiss it all better while I make love to you.”

“Y-yes, please.” Right now you were willing to give this man whatever he wanted. Whatever helped you atone for your supposed sins.

“There’s a good girl.” He intones as he unties the apron, leaving him naked and aroused in your simple kitchen. “Now run.”

END

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angelltheninth · 9 months

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Could I request getting into an argument with Hobie Brown or Peter b parker headcanons?

Oh angst! There's plenty of angst to be had in Spiderverse.

Pairing: Peter B. Parker, Hobie Brown x Reader

Tags: slight fluff, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, arguments, cuddling, makin up and making out

A/N: Have to use the crying gif cause Peter is such a drama queen.

Peter hates getting into any kind of fight with you, over pretty much everything. It's not that he's not just as stubborn as you are but he knows how ugly these can get, so would very much like it if instead of screaming your heads off at each other, you give each other a little space to process things.

"No, this isn't a break up, god why did you think of that first? Do you want to break up? Okay, I thought not. Then there's no problem in giving me space is there? I'm not moving out, I'm gonna sleep on the couch! If I didn't know any better I'd say you really do want to get rid of me."

Sleeping on the couch is not as easy as it once was. You see him stretching, groaning as he pops his back but he doesn't complain about it, not a sound. He will give you your space as you will give him his. There needs to be time for you to cool off. The worst part are the awkward goodbyes you sill share, with the both of you stealing apologetic glances at each other but neither making the first move.

"I'm going out on patrol for the night. No, you go to bed, I'll get home when I get home. As I always do. Don't look so worried, I'll be thinking about this anyway, I don't need your puppy dog eyes too. Want me to pick up anything while I'm out? Got it. I'll be sure to do that. Well... see you in a few hours I guess."

He does come home late, with flowers for you that he sets beside your bed before he crawls in. You're still pretending to be asleep but you feel his arms pull you close to him from behind, his lips ticking your neck as he mumbles he still loves you and gives you another squeeze before the bed creaks right before he leaves. You don't let him, you wrap your hands around his forearms before he has the chance to let go and tell him to stay.

"Sure? I think we're both too tired to talk about this now. Yeah, in the morning. Do the flowers bother you? I can move them. Haha, I got everything else too don't worry. But when I saw them I couldn't help but think of you so here they are. Cause they were beautiful and made me smile, just like you."

Hobie gets very heated when he gets into a fight with you. Not in the terms that he's loud or lashes out a lot but he can stay angry for a very long time, unable to let go. He wants what's best for you, how do you not realize that? If he takes any risks its because of you and for your safety.

"Oh so now its my fault right? Right, right blame it all on me why don't you? I'm being unfair? You just told me to stop putting myself at risk. I'm sorry sweetheart but that's not how being a hero works. Well its a stupid idea. No, I'm not calling you stupid I... forget it, no use talking this out."

Going out begins to get even more frequent for him. You get the feeling that he's doing everything he can to avoid talking to you about this problem. The good thing is that he's not getting hurt, yet. But he can't avoid you forever, he knows it too, he knows that sooner or latter he will have to talk to you. It drives you both crazy when you're in the same bed still, but back turned, in complete silence.

"How long do you think you can keep this up? Yes, you. I haven't been avoid- ah, I guess I have, a little. Look, I... I feel like if we don't talk about this, it's not go away on its own. Might take longer but... I'm being dumb? Well what about you? I thought you wanted your space? Too much of it huh? I can fix that. I'm not distracting you, I miss you."

The moment he gets his hands on your body, his lips on yours he can't get enough. It's like he's never kissed you before, like he's feeling these things for the first time, you arching against him, you sighing against his mouth and moaning his name as you try to get him as close as possible without seeming too needy for him. He missed you too, a whole lot and he's not holding back when it comes to showing you just how much.

"This isn't exactly an apology but I think it's a nice start don't you? Don't give me that look now, you like it too. I can make it better, if you want. Let's say, for every thing we manage to hash out we give each other a kiss. A little reward for us working out our issues."

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matchavellichor · 10 months

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I don't know if you're still taking requests, but if you are, I have this request that would make for some good angst C: Fem MC proclaiming that she'll only date a man who can best her in a duel. And Ominis ends up winning, shocking everyone including MC but she's happy about it. Up to you if smut follows after <3

A/N: I loved this idea, ty for the request! I didn't really make it angsty sorrryyy :c but I hope I compensated with the dominis smut at the end and that you enjoy nonetheless <3

How to Win the Girl

Ominis Gaunt x f!MC - NSFW - Friends to Lovers - 4.9k words - ao3

Part 2

Tags: Pining, Unrequited Love, Jealous Ominis, Dominis, Rough Sex, Classroom Sex

Summary: After hearing her proclaim that she'll only date someone who can beat her in a duel, Ominis grows determined to win her affections by any means necessary.

“I’m a simple man. I’ll snog anything with a decent enough behind.” Sebastian proclaimed matter-of-factly.

She didn’t know how this became the topic of discussion over breakfast at the Great Hall, but she indulged him nonetheless. Ominis seemed completely uninterested in the subject matter, engrossed in a Potions textbook he was currently tracing over diligently with his wand in a last bid attempt to pass the final practical exam.

She cast him a sidelong glance as she cut into her eggs. “I’ll make sure to tell Poppy to keep her mooncalves away from you.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Okay, anything decent and human.” He paused for a moment, contemplating, before he amended. “Actually, no, I did have a little tango with a Centaur some blue moon ago…”

She blinked at him. “You genuinely concern me, you know that?”

“She was cute!” He scoffed defensively. “Excuuuse me for embracing diversity. Pray tell, what are your shining standards, hm?”

She paused for a moment, considering, before she shrugged and took a swig of her pumpkin juice. “He has to beat me in a duel.”

She didn’t notice the way Ominis immediately perked up beside her, unburying his nose from the pages of his book and narrowing his attention on the conversation he had been only half-listening to.

Sebastian snorted. “Ha! Good one. You’ll die alone at that rate. Better start collecting kneazles to keep you company.”

She rolled her eyes. “Just because you’re incompetent with a wand, doesn’t mean every man is, Sebastian.”

“Hey! Incompetent is harsh. I prefer the term mildly handicapped.” He protested. “And just a duel? Like one time?”

“Yup. One duel.”

Sebastian rose resolutely from his seat, slipping from the bench hastily and nearly knocking over several goblets in the process.

“Where on earth are you going?”

“I have to go practice. If I knew a roundabout with the Hero of Hogwarts was on the line I would’ve tried much harder at Crossed Wands.” He gave her a wink.

She grimaced and called out to him as he quickly made his way down the rows of tables towards the exit. “You are excluded from the list of contending bachelors, Sebastian!”

“Square is fair!” He called back and she bit back a laugh at his butchering of the Muggle saying.

Beside her, Ominis looked very much enthralled in the textbook he was only pretending to read, his thoughts instead drifting to other matters. He had spent far too long hopelessly pining for her to not consider the opportunity he was just presented with.

It was no unknown fact that she was notoriously hard to get, and that reality had only served to make him want her even more. It was utter torture.

He was so unused to not getting what he wanted, and the stubborn little witch sitting beside him just so happened to be what he wanted most.

He rose from his seat with much more patience than Sebastian did, though arguably fueled by an even greater determination to finally win her affections.

“Where are you going? I thought we were going to study for Potions together.” She frowned as she watched him slip past her down the Great Hall.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

He made his way to the exit and rushed to the Undercroft in Sebastian’s footsteps, his magic thrumming in his veins with a vibrant, newfound energy.

Sebastian crashed into a groaning heap on the stone floor of the Undercroft after the leviosa Ominis had casted wore off after a few seconds.

“Fuck’s sake, Ominis,” he sat up, rubbing his throbbing head. “I thought you said you’d go easy.”

“That was easy.” Ominis crossed his arms, thrumming his fingers impatiently on his forearm as he waited for Sebastian to collect himself and get up again.

He admittedly had been a bit harsher than usual, using this “practice” as an excuse to take out his displeasure and poorly-concealed jealousy in Sebastian trying to win her affections in a duel himself. The mere thought of him anywhere near her had his magic coursing through his wand with an added bite and ferocity that usually wasn’t there.

Sebastian shook the woozy feeling from behind his eyes as he positioned himself in an offensive stance again. The first hex had barely slipped off his tongue before Ominis had a protego up and was veering a counteroffensive stinging jinx towards him.

No matter how fast he cast, the blonde always seemed to be one step ahead, moving lithely around the stone pillars in the Undercroft while Sebastian lept and rolled out of the way of his spells.

It didn’t take long for Sebastian to inevitably cry forfeit, after a barreling confringo missed his head by a few centimeters, singing the tips of his brown locks.

Ominis made his way over and outstretched a hand to help his friend off the ground. The brunette instead took this as an opportunity to tug him to the floor along with him.

He rolled his eyes. “Very mature, Sebastian.”

“Maturity is one of my many attractive qualities, you should know this by now, Ominis.”

“Yes, right there alongside your dueling abilities.” He jeered. “So…where do these duels take place, anyways?”

Ominis warily dodged the sounds of hexes and charms as he made his way through the dueling club towards Lucan Brattleby. Approaching the Gryffindor, he placed the few galleons for the entrance fee on the counter in front of him.

“I’d like to duel, please.”

Lucan eyed him up and down with poorly-concealed disbelief. “You’d like to duel?”

Ominis’ jaw set. “Did I stutter?” He nodded his head towards where he had heard her engrossed in a duel with a trio of upper-years when he walked in. “And I’d like to duel her.”

Lucan laughed as if the blonde had told a terrific joke, and then when he noticed Ominis had remained completely stoic and unamused, quieted. “Oh, you’re serious?”

Ominis’ fists tensed at his sides. He was used to being underestimated due to his condition, but it didn’t make the blatant disrespect any less infuriating. “Are you going to let me fight or not?”

“Well, we have a hierarchy here, mate.” Lucan scoffed. “You can’t just walk in and duel someone. Especially not someone her level. You start at the bottom rank and win your way up.”

Ominis was mentally restraining himself from engaging in his own duel with the annoying little prat in front of him when Sebastian made his way over and clapped a hand over the blonde’s shoulders with a grin.

“Come to watch me fight, old pal?”

Ominis turned and raised an eyebrow and Sebastian winced. “Er…poor choice of words, sorry.”

“I’ve come to participate, actually.”

Sebastian raised his brows. “Against me? You haven’t battered me to your satisfaction already?”

“No, not against you, although I’ll admit I’ll never be satisfied with any level of battering I’m allowed to inflict on you.” He nodded his head towards where she was still battling on the mats. “Against her.”

Sebastian’s brows reached his hairline now. “Ominis Gaunt, you little minx.” He butted the blonde’s shoulder playfully. “Trying to conquer her for yourself, eh? How come this is the first I’m hearing about this?”

Ominis rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so crass, Sebastian. I don’t want to conquer her, how antiquated.” He muttered admonishingly. “I want to prove myself to her. But, someone here won’t let me.” He narrowed his eyes at Lucan who had been listening curiously to their conversation.

Lucan steepled his fingers over his chin contemplatively. “Hold on. You said Ominis Gaunt, right? As in…heir-of-Slytherin, dark-magic, rich-up-the-wazoo, Gaunt?”

Ominis’s mouth set into a line at his family’s notoriety before giving a reluctant nod.

“I’ll tell you what. Pay triple the entrance fee and I’ll let you jump ahead and get your ass kicked by your little girlfriend.”

Ominis fished out the hefty sum of galleons from his pocket and slammed it on the counter, not pleased, but certainly in no position of loss by the demand. He’d be willing to pay a hundred times the amount if it meant a chance at winning her hand.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Lucan greedily pocketed the money before handing the blonde his entrance slip, indicating his place for the duel. “Also, hope you’re aware that no Unforgivables are allow—”

Ominis scowled before yanking the ticket from his hand. “Sod off.”

He cut past the crowd of onlookers and found his place in line by the mats where she was dueling, that same ardent determination making his magic hum in his core as he listened to her cast spell after spell.

He couldn’t deny he felt a bit nervous about actually being in a battle with her. He had thrown around Sebastian in the Undercroft enough times, but never had he faced an opponent as formidable as her. Every incantation rolled off her tongue with a practiced amount of ease, short and concise, and he didn’t have to see her to know she was barely breaking a sweat as she fought off three foes on her own.

He would have to be creative if he were going to come out victorious.

When the match was declared a definitive win for her, she made her way off the dueling mats and broke into a smile when she caught sight of Ominis on the outskirts of the crowd.

“Ominis! What’re you doing here?”

He held up his queue slip. “Whatever one normally does at a dueling club.”

The corner of her mouth quirked in subtle amusement. “I’ll be eager to see your skills in the arena.”

“You’ll see them, alright.” He smirked. “We’re up next.”

She was certainly surprised by this revelation, but to his satisfaction, made no doubtful comments about his sparring abilities. Instead, she stretched her shoulders and promptly got back onto the dueling mat, beckoning for him to follow.

“Come on, then. I’ll make this quick for you.”

She in fact did not make this quick for him.

She was soon greatly impressed by the realization that Ominis was actually an incredibly talented duelist.

Sharp and agile, every swish of his wand calculated and precise. She was half-convinced his lack of sight actually led him to have even quicker reflexes than her average opponent, deflecting every single one of her spells with ease.

Her pleasant curiosity quickly turned into begrudging frustration, though, when they’d been throwing hexes back and forth with no considerable gain made on either of their parts.

Never one to accept a draw, she cast the next spell with a little bit of extra ferocity, determined to at least knock the blonde off his feet and pull this duel that had stretched on for far too long now closer to its end.

Unfortunately, she underestimated her own strength, and had caught Ominis in an unfortunate blind-spot —pun unintended— flinging him backwards across the arena. He landed with a sickening thud on the floor after colliding with one of the arched pillars in the room.

She winced as she knew that must’ve hurt. Badly.

Which is why to her concern, and increasing horror, Ominis hadn’t let out even a single whimper of pain. Instead, lying completely motionless and cold, sprawled out on the flagstone floor.

Her stomach sank.

Immediately, she ran over to him, her wand slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor as she fought the nauseating dread inside of her at the thought of having seriously hurt him.

Sinking to her knees before him, she immediately took his face in her hands, scouring over him for any signs of serious injuries.

She had only briefly noticed the slightest quirk of his lips, before she was flipped over onto her back with his wand pressed under her chin, his hips bracketing hers to the floor as he held her down with his weight.

Several emotions passed through her at once. First, the terrified dread dissipated from her system, quickly replaced by molten-hot anger at being so cruelly tricked, which then morphed into something almost akin to admiration for someone actually having gotten the best of her for once.

Strangest of all though, was the budding feeling of something else pulling just below her navel, as she realized just how close they were in this position. His hips pressed flush against hers, his breath ghosting her lips almost imperceptibly. Her entire body warmed.

Ominis held the most self-satisfied smirk she’d ever seen hovering above her, levels of smugness to rival even that of Sebastian’s, as he kept his wand pressed firmly under her chin with one hand and her wrists pinned tightly to the ground in his other.

Finally, she mustered the ability to speak, though her voice regrettably came out a lot more unsteady than intended with the feel of his body on hers making her thoughts hazy.

“Get—get off me!”

Ominis tsked, shaking his head. “Make me.” He tilted his head and his lips curled at the corners, infuriatingly sly. “Use your wand, go on.”

She struggled against his hand futilely, but quickly realized that even if she was strong enough to free her wrists, she had recklessly abandoned her wand about ten feet away on the floor in her panic. She whined in frustration.

“Forfeit?”

“No!” She protested, her pride getting the better of her. Though she quickly realized that wandless and pinned underneath a wizard nearly twice her size, she had little leeway in turning around the outcome of this duel.

He raised an eyebrow expectantly as he waited patiently for the little gears in her head to turn and click and realize that she had actually lost.

She had never lost a duel before.

She expected to feel devastated. To have suffered an agonizing blow to her ego, to feel mortified, something. But instead she could feel nothing but mesmerization as she stared up at Ominis above her, features cool and nonplussed.

He had won. Square is fair.

Finally, she relented and muttered through gritted teeth, “Fine. I lost. Now get off me.”

He grinned as he finally slipped off her, her cheeks proceeding to heat even more at the brief brush of the front of his trousers against hers. As she sat up from the floor, she noticed with even greater embarrassment that the entire club had stopped what they were doing to gawk at them.

She wanted to sink into the floor and disappear.

Quickly picking up her wand from where it had been discarded on the floor, she cleared her throat and with as much practiced sportsmanship as she could muster, directed a tight, “Good game.” towards Ominis before promptly departing from the hall.

It wasn’t long before she heard the tell-tale sounds of footsteps tailing her down the corridor. She glanced back to see Ominis jogging to catch up.

“Where are you going?”

She sighed. “Ominis, if you plan on rubbing it in my face how much of a better duelist you are, I’m really not in the mood.”

“What? I’m by no means better. Honestly, I don’t even come anywhere close.” He settled into pace beside her, his tone sympathetic and understanding. “I just had…stronger motivations.”

She looked up at him curiously and reluctantly decided to indulge him. She crossed her arms and stilled in her tracks, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. “Stronger motivations?”

He nodded. “That’s what it’s really all about, isn’t it?” He stepped closer to her as he continued, “It doesn’t really matter how powerful you are, only what you’re willing to do to win. Willpower supersedes strength by brute force.”

“How ambitious, spoken like a true Slytherin.” She teased with an eye roll. “Tell me, then, what strong motivations are behind Ominis Gaunt’s willpower?”

His lips curled into something almost predatory, and she had never seen him look the way he did now in the dim light of the secluded hallway. Usually so soft-spoken and unimposing, Ominis looked as if he had just won some grand prize she was unaware of. He crowded her against a woven tapestry adorning the wall and her breath caught in her throat.

A sticky-hot warmth seeped through her as she found herself once again pinned under the compelling presence of the blonde in front of her. Her eyes instinctively flitted to his lips, and for some reason she expected him to kiss her then.

For some reason she wanted him to.

Instead, he pulled away, slipping his hand into hers and interlacing their fingers.

“Come on. I’ll show you.”

She found she could do little more but mindlessly obey at the moment.

Ominis couldn’t wipe the smile from his face as he pulled her along down long corridors, leading her to the secluded stretch of empty classrooms in the northern wing of the castle.

He had never witnessed the hard-headed little witch so incredibly flustered before. It was a terribly addicting feeling.

And although he usually prided himself on being so decorous and patient, he couldn’t help but throw all caution to the wind as he strode hastily down the halls in an urgent bid to finally get her alone.

His heart thrummed in his chest at the very thought.

Clicking open the door to an empty classroom with a wordless alohomora, he dragged her inside and pushed her against the door immediately, body pressed flushed to hers.

He half-expected her to hex his bollocks off at his imprudence, but when she did little more than let out a soft squeak of surprise, he leaned into her even further.

“Where’s your wand?”

His lips were so close, she could barely even think straight.

“In — In my pocket.”

He smiled in satisfaction at the dazedness in her voice, her breath coming out in short little pants against his lips. He slipped his arm down to feel for her pocket and she gasped when she felt his hand grope at her thigh.

“Good,” He murmured when he felt the familiar wood poking through the pocket of her skirt. “If you’d like me to stop, use it. We both know you have no trouble defending yourself.”

Before she could ask stop what, his lips were capturing hers in a suffocating kiss, her words dying on a gasp.

Even if she did possess the current mental capacities to slip a hand into her pocket and fling him off her, she had no idea why she would ever want to. He felt heavenly.

He groaned into her mouth when she sank into the kiss, slipping a hand to hold her jaw, pressing himself further against her to keep her pinned and still just where he wanted her.

She had never felt so utterly listless and weak.

Stripped of all reason, a melting puddle of warm sensations as his tongue met hers and explored her mouth in earnest. Her legs had gone limp the moment he had pressed his lips to hers, and she was more than grateful for the way his hips were currently supporting her against the door.

The kiss was far from anything she would’ve expected from the ever-composed and austere Ominis Gaunt. It was messy and lewd, too starved for any sense of decorum, leaving her spit-sticky and aching until she could barely even recall her own name.

“Fuck,” He whispered, breathless, as he came up for a brief moment of air. He was seemingly just as wrecked as she was, his voice hoarse. “I’ve wanted to taste this pretty little mouth for so, so—”

The whimper she let out as she instinctively pressed her lips back against his was nothing short of pathetic, but Ominis seemed to have adored it if the twitch she felt against her hips was any indicator.

The way he rutted softly against her as he took her lips in kiss after bruising kiss made her head dizzy. Seemingly brought to his limit, he pulled her away from the door in favor of pinning her against one of the empty desks instead, slotting himself in between her legs.

She gasped when she felt him then, throbbing and strained against his trousers.

He huffed an amused breath of a laugh. “Feel that?” He nosed at her jaw, inhaling the intoxicating scent of lavender that made him throb even more in his pants. “That’s what you do to me.”

Her head fell back when his tongue connected with the soft, sensitive skin of her neck, licking a greedy stripe down her throat as if he wanted to sink his teeth into her.

He felt like a man starved. He was so tired of being patient, of hopelessly longing for her from a distance.

Actually having her there, in his hands, soft and pliable and mewling his name as he peppered her skin in kisses, licks, and love bites, was enough to almost make him lose all sense of self-restraint.

Hell, it was almost enough to make him finish in his trousers he quickly noticed as he drew his hips back with a hiss. He flipped her onto her stomach on the wooden surface before he got ahead of himself.

She gasped from his assertiveness, at just how out of control he seemed, usually so reserved and cautious. That flicker of desire inside of her roared into tumultuous, consuming flames.

He slipped a hand into her pocket and grabbed her wand, placing it on the desk right above her head in eyesight.

“What did I say?”

She panted, thoughts hazy, but tried to construct some semblance of a coherent sentence anyway. “If I — I want you to stop, use it.”

“Mhm,” He hummed in approval before pressing a kiss to her temple. “Good girl.”

She preened at the praise, arching back into him, feeling him pressed stiffly against her arse, thick and so incredibly stiff through the fabric of his trousers.

She wanted to burn all her pride and beg him to fuck her, touch her, anything to satiate the unbearable yearning inside.

“Needy little witch,” He grunted as he felt her rub herself back against him. He brought a hand to her hips to still her. “Be patient, hm? I’ve been patient for you, haven’t I?”

She nodded, forehead falling to lay against the desk as she let his hands explore her, groping the soft flesh in his strong fingers. He leaned over her, his breath warm against the shell of her ear.

“So fucking patient.” He murmured as he ran his hands down her sides in admiration. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited? How many times I’ve come into my own hand thinking of you bent over for me just like this?” He nipped at her ear, scraping a biting kiss down her jaw until she whined from the sting. His cock ached in his trousers with every little noise she made.

Unable to bear it any longer, he fisted her skirt in his hands and tugged the fabric over her hips in a single, succinct motion. Her breath hitched in her throat but she made no move for her wand, sitting idly by where her hand was palm down on the surface of the table.

“Gorgeous,” He breathed against her skin, tugging her blouse down one shoulder so his lips could find contact with the sensitive patch of skin there. “So perfect for me.”

His fingers trailed up her thighs and quickly found their way between her legs, rubbing soft, slow swirls over her knickers. The way he had been talking to her, touching her almost reverently, had already left an embarrassingly sticky mess between her thighs.

Ominis groaned as soon as he felt it seeping through the sheer fabric. “I need to be inside of you.”

He hooked a finger into the hem of her knickers and tugged it down her legs, helping her step out of it before tucking it into his pocket. He pressed against her again and she squirmed from the feeling of the bulk of him against her bare cunt.

“Look at you. Making such a mess on my trousers.” He ground his hips into her even more as he felt her wetness sully the fabric.

She keened. “Please, Ominis…”

“Please what?” She heard the metal clink of his belt as he began to divest himself behind her and she clenched around nothing in anticipation.

She tucked her face into her hands, desire sending blood to her cheeks as she finally reduced herself to begging. “Please, please, please fuck me,”

His forehead fell to her shoulder at the sound of her pleading, his grip turning vice-like on her hip. She felt him then, the blunt tip of his cock pressed right against her entrance.

“This is what you want?”

She nodded fervently, her head fallen lax against the table. He tangled his fingers into her hair and tugged her up until her back was pressed to his chest not letting her hide from him.

“Say it.” He gritted through clenched teeth. “Tell me this is what you want.”

“Please, please, oh Gods, I— I want this, I want this so—”

Her words died on a strangled gasp as he sheathed himself completely inside of her. Her legs went limp, and she would’ve fallen forward if he didn’t snake a hand around her waist to keep her flush to him, her head falling back against his shoulder.

“Always knew you’d have the tightest little cunt.” He pressed a kiss against her warm cheek, his breathing heavy against her skin as he hummed in approval at the feeling of her squeezing him. “Alright? Hurts?”

She shook her head, grinding her hips back against his in a show of just how good it felt.

He huffed a laugh at her eagerness before easing his own hips back and bringing them back to meet hers again. This time, he let her fall forward onto the desk, her nails digging into the wood as she moaned from the intrusion. He felt so big inside of her, stretching her out so deliciously until she felt full to the brim.

Her hip bones bit into the desk as his thrusts slowly became more forceful, jolting her and pressing into that sensitive little spot on her walls that made her toes curl. When her wand clattered to the floor following a particularly hard thrust, her lips parted in awe at the wandless bit of magic he used to bring it to his hand and back into her eyesight.

She had never been more attracted to the wizard currently fucking her senseless.

She couldn’t contain the sounds spilling from her mouth as he fucked into the desk, pathetic and utterly depraved noises that seemed to only spur him on even more. His pace grew punishing, pulling similarly debased noises from the back of his throat as he slid in and out of her.

“Kiss me. Gods, fucking kiss me.” He groaned, taking her jaw in hand and tilting her chin back so he could capture her lips. She moaned into his mouth and he responded in kind, nipping at her bottom lip until she squeaked. He’d never get enough of these noises.

“Perfect. Fucking. Witch.” He grunted, and his voice was low and rough, a wrecked, gravelly mess as he continued to rut harshly inside of her. “Mine now, aren’t you? All mine. Fuck.”

She nodded fervently, feeling inclined to agree to just about anything coming from his mouth when he was pushing her so close to release, building up that aching knot behind her navel and winding it tighter and tighter.

He could feel her walls fluttering around him, feel just how close to the edge she was. Reaching a hand in front of them to rub tight little circles between her legs, he pressed his lips to her ear.

“That’s it, you’re so close, aren’t you,? I can feel you tightening around me. Be a good girl and come on my cock.”

The combined feeling of his hand between her thighs, him thrusting so perfectly inside of her, and the filthy things he was whispering in her ears, was enough to push her over the edge.

She came with a sharp cry, her entire body trembling while he continued to fuck her through her climax, falling over the edge along with her. She felt a warmth coat her insides as he pumped inside of her, his face tucked into her neck while he murmured incoherent praises into her skin.

He kissed all over any exposed patch of skin he could find as he tried to regain some semblance of composure, his chest heaving. He mouthed softly at her jaw as he finally pulled out, and she winced at the slight soreness from the abrasion. His brows knit together.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, giggling at his sudden concern. “I’m okay.”

He looked unconvinced as he collected her in his arms. “Do you promise?”

She smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. “I’m fine, I promise. Probably won’t be able to walk properly for a few days, but…”

He chuckled. “Well, that won’t do, I have a date planned for us. Will I have to carry you through the castle in my arms? A bit of a forward way to announce our relationship, but I’ll oblige I suppose…”

He made to wrap her legs around his waist and she bat at his arms. “Awfully presumptuous of you to assume we’re in a relationship already, Ominis.” She raised an eyebrow.

He returned the inquisitive look. “I’ve met your terms, haven’t I?”

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, tucking her head against his chest. She couldn’t help the warm, fuzzy feeling she felt deep in her stomach, possibly a side-effect of all the post-orgasm endorphins making her head buzz. Nonetheless, she felt inclined to peck his cheek and concede with a smile.

“Yes. I suppose you have.”

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14 and 17 on your smut list with steve harrington please? if youre taking requests? maybe a girl was flirting with him (not reciprocated ofc) and reader is heated?? love u!

Of course baby, I love you too!!

Heated ♡ S.H. x Fem Reader

Summary: Reader is pissed when she sees Steve "flirting" with another girl at one of his house parties. How will he handle it?

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, dom!Steve, sub!reader, mad!reader, jealousy, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected rough sex

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The scent of cigarette smoke, weed and spilled beer flooded your nostrils, only adding to the disgust you already felt.

You crossed your arms and laid back in one of the chairs beside the pool, watching party goers laughing loudly, stumbling in and out of the back door, couples fighting and making out in the shadows.

Yes, another one of Harrington's infamous house parties. Normally you would find yourself drinking, goofing off with friends, and having the time of your life. But not this time. This time, was different.

You looked over to your right to find a drunken man, passed out in the deck chair behind you, and scoffed.

Glancing from across the other side of the pool, you saw Steve and Nancy having a conversation. Must have been a good one, considering how much he was making her laugh, her shoving his shoulder playfully, nearly spilling her drink in the process.

You couldn't help but feel enraged watching the two of them together, rolling your eyes in annoyance. Sure, they had been broken up for a long time now, just friends. And sure, you and Steve weren't exactly in an established relationship, but the two of you had been hanging out a lot recently, the two of you flirting, going for ice cream, having long phone conversations, seemingly having the same feelings for each other.

Or so you thought.

You thought for sure that Steve would kiss you, ask you out on a proper date, ask you to be his girlfriend, any time, any day now. Maybe you had misinterpreted the situation.

So you couldn't help but to stare at them, shifting in your seat uncomfortably, absolutely writhing with jealousy, with anger. How could he let Nancy just flirt with him like that, right in front of you, knowing that you'd been crushing hard on him?

As you continued to glare at the two of them, Steve suddenly caught your gaze, his smile quickly fading from his face, a concerned look replacing it.

You quickly looked away from him, pretending to just be dazing off, hoping he didn't catch you staring at him, but as you glanced back, he was still looking at you.

You groaned in anger, turning to the side and standing up, fists balled up as you stomped away through the drunken crowd in long strides, a furious expression on your face.

You walked into the house, absolutely fuming as you headed towards the front door to leave.

"Hey," A familiar voice grabbed your arm, stopping you, "where are you going?"

You whipped around to see Steve, a confused look on his face. He had seen you storm away and chased after you.

"I'm leaving." You announced, pulling your arm back from him.

"Hold on," he stopped you from turning around again, "why are you leaving?"

"Just tired. Bored. This party sucks ass." You shrugged your shoulders sarcastically, unknowingly glaring right through him.

"You know," Steve chuckled, "you're really bad at hiding your facial expressions. Can you tell me what's actually wrong?"

You sighed, exasperated, and looked around the room, making sure no one was within earshot, then leaned back into the front door, crossing your arms and staring at the ground.

"I don't know, Steve, I guess I thought we were a thing, but apparently that's not the case."

He looked at you, perplexed, and motioned at the back door.

"Why, because of Nancy?"

You shrugged your shoulders again, raising your eyebrows at him and looked away.

"Me and Nancy, we're just friends-"

Steve's explanation was interrupted by a belligerent man, accidentally bumping into him, mumbling a 'sorry' before walking away.

He sighed, running his hands through his hair, then took you by your hand.

"Come on, let's go talk upstairs, okay?"

You rolled your eyes, and hesitantly accepted his offer, following his lead as you walked up the stairs.

Steve led you into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it as you stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed again.

"Listen," he turned around, stepping towards you, "me and Nancy- that was so long ago, we're just friends!"

You stayed silent, a fixed look of hostility on your face.

He took another step towards you, grabbing your arms and sliding his hands down to hold yours.

"I do have feelings for you, I really do. You drive me crazy," he laughed, "you weren't wrong about anything. I feel like I made it pretty clear that I only want you."

"Yeah, well you put on a great fucking show telling me otherwise, Harrington." You snapped, your blood beginning to boil.

Steve went quiet, breathing as he gazed at you, his eyebrows screwed together.

He leaned forward, his face only inches from yours, his eyes burning into yours as thoughts ran through his head.

And then he smirked.

The motherfucker smirked.

He quickly grabbed your shoulders harshly, slamming you into the wall behind you, making you yelp. The sound was quickly drowned out as he crashed his lips onto yours eagerly, his lips searing in passion.

You hummed into his mouth, surprised at how the action made your skin burn with pleasure, feeling almost animalistic. He smiled against your lips.

"Is this what you need," he asked in a husky voice between hard kisses, "you need me to show you how badly I want you?"

Steve grabbed your wrists with one hand, holding them tightly above you as he gripped your jaw with the other, licking into your mouth, pulling you in for a deeper embrace, only breaking the kisses to take sharp breaths.

He sucked on your bottom lip, bringing it into his mouth and letting it go with a loud pop, but not before biting down onto it, tugging it with his teeth, then kissing it again with a satisfied groan.

"Steve," you moaned softly, feeling an ache between your thighs, still under his tight restraint.

He smiled wickedly, beginning his descent down your neck, "Is this what you need? You need me to show everyone who you belong to?"

You sighed in agreement as he pushed a leg between yours, biting and licking down your neck. He let go of your arms and grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you and then taking his own off in a frenzy.

He unclasped your bra and yanked it off, kissing and sucking his way from your neck to your chest harshly, moaning against your skin as you raked your fingers through his soft hair, tugging it as you whined helplessly under his touch.

Steve pulled his face back, admiring his work, smirking slightly as he stared at the scattered bruises across your neck and chest.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark, pupils blown, a sinful look on his face, his lips parted, panting lightly.

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad." He confessed, gazing at you through half lidded eyes.

You whined again, staring at him pleadingly, your nerves on fire as you rubbed your neglected thighs together for some kind of friction.

He smiled at you, kneeled, then began unbuttoning your jeans, pulling the zipper down teasingly slow, you quivering as he slipped his fingers underneath your jeans and panties, sliding them off swiftly, tossing them to the side.

"I was right," he breathlessly chucked, "I knew you would have such a pretty pussy."

Steve reached his hand out to touch your heat, but you crossed your legs together nervously, almost feeling embarassment from how unnecessarily jealous you were previously, mixed with the overwhelming feeling of the prettiest boy you'd ever seen, kneeling before you, just for you.

"Baby," he cooed, "do you want me to touch you?"

You were silent, but nodded eagerly.

"Don't be shy, uncross your legs then."

You did as you were told, making Steve groan, making him whisper your name like a prayer.

He looked up to you again, a sinful look in his eyes, as he stroked his fingers lazily against your folds, his breathing shaky as he reveled in how wet you were, muttering expletives, and slid a finger inside your soaked hole easily.

You gasped at the action, throwing your head back and grabbing his hair desperately, a silent way of saying, more, please, more.

He smiled at your reaction and slid in a second finger, fucking his fingers in and out of you at a perfect, but yet achingly slow pace, massaging them rhythmically inside of you, before curling his fingers.

"Fuck, Steve, oh my god," you cursed, arching into his hand, tugging at his hair harder, making him hiss.

Steve hiked your leg up over his shoulder, pulling it to the side to give him more access, and licked his tongue lazily over your clit, still pumping his fingers in and out of you, hitting your G spot in a way that made you feel intoxicated.

You were a mess of moans and pants, his tongue gliding across your clit long and languid. It felt like velvet, silk, satin on your soaked heat as you grinded into his mouth.

Steve took your bud into his mouth, now sucking on it hungrily, as he quickened the pace of his fingers, moaning against you, making your hips twitch, fire beginning to burn in your abdomen.

"Steve, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum-"

He quickly removed his fingers and mouth from you, making you gasp and whine in frustration at the loss.

"Not yet." He rasped, a dark look in his eyes.

He stood up, unbuttoning his pants at a rapid pace, then taking his hard length into his hand, grabbing the back of your thigh and lifting your leg up.

Your eyes widened as he pushed all the way into you with one quick thrust all at once. You both moaned loudly in unison, your gummy walls clamping down on him instantly.

Steve pulled out and thrusted into you, one, two, three times more, before grasping the back of your other thigh, lifting both your legs up, pushing you against the wall as he thrusted into you sharply, setting a brutal, unrelenting pace.

You closed your eyes, hands over your face, feeling his thick cock inside every inch of you, in complete euphoria as he continued to pound into you, over and over again, against the spot you so desperately needed.

"Don't hide your pretty face," he groaned, his hair a mess, his mouth slightly agape, his lips still wet from your slick, "look at me when I fuck you."

You opened your eyes, complying with his demand as you looked into his.

"Good girl."

You wrapped your arms around Steve's shoulders, smashing your mouth against his, your kisses messy and deep, teeth and tongues clashing, breaking them to take sharp breaths in between.

You bit back a loud moan, gazing into his hooded eyes as you felt your stomach tighten, your abdomen on fire again as he continued to fuck into you harshly.

Steve noticed, giving you a slight smirk.

"You gonna cum?" He panted, "Don't be so quiet, let everyone know who you belong to."

"Oh god, I-"

The coil in your stomach burst, waves of pleasure washing over you as you cried out his name loudly, your walls clenching on his hard length tightly.

Steve groaned, following closely behind you, and moaned your name and a series of expletives, his orgasm hitting its peak, emptying himself inside of you with one last powerful thrust, his hips stuttering.

You kissed each other passionately towards the end of his high, then slumped into him, your head resting on his shoulder as he continued to hold you up with his strong arms.

He panted, turning his head to kiss you all over your face for what seemed to be a hundred times, Steve nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and he lightly chuckled, whispering into your ear,

"You're mine."

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Kiss it Better (JJK)

Pairing: Bodyguard! Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff.

Au: Bodyguard au.

Summary: You know you shouldn't be falling for Jungkook, the man who's in charge of your security. But you can't help it. You have already fallen for him. The fact that you know he doesn't feel the same for you, makes things all the more difficult.

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Curse words, smut.

You have no idea how things escalated this quickly.

One moment, you are happily enjoying the club music and dancing with your date and the very next moment you are pinned against the wall with your said date's hands around your neck. Not the kinky way.

"It was much easier than I thought it would be." He mumbles with his face inches away from yours. "Miss Y/L/N, such a sweetheart you are playing right into my game."

As he speaks, you notice the absence of the smell of alcohol from his breath.

You both had agreed on getting drunk and letting it loose. But it's now that you realise that you were the one who was getting drunk while he was only pretending to take shots. It was all pre-planned so that you put your guard down which would only give him the perfect opportunity to shoot his shot. Which is exactly what he's doing right now.

The realisation itself is enough to sober you up.

"Now that you are right where I want you to be-", his grip on your neck gets tighter and a hard frown replaces the cruel smile on his lips, "-you have two options. You either be the good girl I know you can be and do everything I say or we can have it the hard way."

A cold shiver runs down your spine at the various possibilities of what this man can do to you but you try your best to hide it.

Your attempt, however, seems futile.

"Scared?" He whispers, with a sadistic undertone.

You know better than to answer any of his questions, so instead of replying to him, you keep mum hoping this nightmare will soon be over.

Your quietness possibly triggers something inside him and his grip on your neck gets even tighter. "You bitch, I want you to answer-"

His sentence gets cut off abruptly and the next thing you know, he's lying on the ground and groaning in pain.

Your eyes snap from his crouched body to figure out what or who might be the cause of your attacker's current state.

Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. The man who's in charge of your security.

Words can't describe how relieved you feel to see him but underneath that relief and gratitude, there's also a sense of genuine surprise because he shouldn't be here. No one knows you are here.

"Jungkook, what are you doing here?" You ask, a little breathless because of the tight hold the man had on your throat only a few seconds ago.

"I should be the one asking you that question." Jungkook answers without looking at you, his eyes locked on the man who's now surrounded by at least three more men. Each wearing black suits similar to the ones of Jungkook.

"Take good care of him." He instructs and then turns towards you. "Car is waiting for us, let's go."

As he waits for you to start walking, your mind starts reeling. Everything is happening too fast for your mind to process. Seconds ago, you didn't know what would happen to you, where the guy will take you, what his motives were behind his actions, since when has he been planning all this, what would he benefit from this? But now, you're free and safe. You feel like you can breathe again.

In the midst of all these thoughts, there's also another thought that echoes in your mind; is he mad at me?

Nevertheless, not deciding to aggravate him, just in case he was, you decide to silently head towards the car with Jungkook trailing behind you.

The moment you two are inside the car and the doors are locked, he turns towards you once again, this time his features morphing into that of worry. "Are you okay?"

"I am. Thankfully, you came before he could do anything severe." You mumble, softly.

Jungkook nods and offers you a water bottle. You take it and gulp down and it's only then that you realise how dry your throat had become.

Once you're done and feel like your thirst has been quenched, Jungkook asks the driver to start the car.

There are a few moments of silence until you just can't anymore.

"Are you mad at me?"

Jungkook looks at you, and by the expression on his face, it looks like he wasn't expecting you to ask that.

Nevertheless, he shakes his head. "No, what gave you the impression that I was mad at you?"

You look away from him and settle for focusing on the moving scenery outside. "You did warn me that I shouldn't go out with him but I still sneaked out. That too without any security."

"I'd be a fool to believe that you'd actually listen to what I had advised." He says with his fingers absentmindedly tapping on his clothed thigh.

By now, you know him well enough to know that he is not mad. His voice doesn't sound like he's disappointed or mad, rather it conveys exactly what he said; he saw this coming.

You know you shouldn't have gone even after he had warned you against it. But you still did. Simply, because you wanted to distract yourself from the feelings you have started harbouring for Jungkook. It's honestly a bit embarrassing, considering how tonight ended. The frustration you're feeling right now, however, is greater than your embarrassment.

"Can you blame me for sneaking out though? I don't get to go anywhere without bodyguards. While I do appreciate it, it just sometimes gets frustrating. Sometimes you just want to be yourself without constantly feeling the eyes of others on you." Huffing, you lean back on your seat and close your eyes. "Moreover, who would have thought that a person pretending to be my romantic interest would turn out to be a potential threat."

"Well, it's actually very predictable," Jungkook replies, without missing a beat. "You are under the spotlight and the men you date, more often than not, make it to the news. And anyone, who keeps a tab on that, can tell that you have a type. Thus, whoever wants to get to you, might as well shoot their shot by sending someone who's just your type."

Your eyes snap open at his words. "What do you mean by I have a type?"

"Well, you do have a type."

"If, so please kindly enlighten me as to what my type is." You retort.

Jungkook hums. "Let's see, tall, brunette, outgoing, a bit nerdy, dry sense of humour, someone who's into physical affection and is into sports. Those are the major qualities, yes."

You blink in surprise and astonishment. Because, what the fuck, he's accurate. You have always gone for guys who fill in these boxes. Well except for Jungkook, of course.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he indeed is right, you roll your eyes and instead shoot him with another statement. "You just ignored the part where I said that me sneaking out is justified because of me feeling the need to have some sort of control and freedom in my life, because you know my point is valid."

From the corner of your eyes, you see Jungkook smirking as if knowing that he has won. "I didn't ignore it and yes, your point is valid. It is understandable why you would feel the need to sneak out. But that doesn't mean that it is going to stop me from accompanying you to places. I can't have you in danger. I'd do whatever it takes for you to be safe."

His words cause a certain warmth to spread through you. Feeling flustered and a bit bashful, you find yourself at a loss of words. So, you mutter a small 'thank you'.

He tilts his head to look at you. "You don't have to thank me, it's my job."

Right.

It's his job. That's the only reason he said all the things he said and here you were feeling butterflies in your stomach, thinking you are special. He's with you at the moment, simply because it's his job. It could be anyone in your place and he would treat them the same. You're not special to him.

Your disappointment must have been visible on your face, causing Jungkook to think that your source of disappointment is his and his team's constant presence around you.

"Hey," he mutters, voice softer than before. "I know it can get tiring, but if you can, please try to look at it differently. Instead of feeling like it's your freedom that's being stolen, try to look at it as if you're safe enough to feel free and that no matter where you are, there is a group of well-trained men trying to ensure your safety."

You downcast your eye, feeling guilty for making him feel like you don't appreciate all the work he does. Because, you do! It's just the fact that having feelings for him made you feel helpless because you had no clue what to do about them. With each passing day, your feelings just keep intensifying and you feel incredibly vulnerable in his presence. A few words from him can make your day or break your day. It doesn't help that he has never allowed himself to be vulnerable or open with you. Not even in the slightest.

His smiles, his expressions, his behaviour everything is always under control and in check. Nothing that hints you that he views you as anything more than a client he is supposed to protect. Which is why you had decided to go on today's date, even when he had asked you not to.

Going to the club with the person he had warned you against, was your way of rebelling. It made you feel strong. You thought going out would prove to him that you can be well and fine without him protecting you, it would be your own way to show him that you are not helpless. When in reality, it's just you who didn't want to feel helpless.

However, when you were proved wrong, you tried to justify your actions because you were desperate. Desperate to feel like you were in the right. To add to that, was the frustration you felt towards yourself. Which is why you said what you said, to feel some sort of power over the situation.

Sometimes you indeed wish you had more freedom in your life, it's only reasonable for you to feel so. But you also know and understand why your parents have employed a whole team of bodyguards for you. They mean well and so does Jungkook. You know it very well. Thus the negative feelings towards the matter hardly ever rise. But today it did. When that wasn't even the reason why you were frustrated. You were frustrated with yourself.

"I'm sorry," you say, as sincerely as you can. "I didn't mean it that way. I do appreciate all the work you and your team do and I'm lucky that I have such a hardworking team ensuring my safety."

Jungkook nods, giving you a small smile to let you know that he appreciates your words.

A calm silence falls in the car and you relish in it, letting your thoughts wander. Unsurprisingly, your thoughts revolve around the person sitting right next to you.

When he listed out the characters that you usually prefer in your partner, it was only then that you realised that Jungkook doesn't necessarily fit in that description.

He is tall, yes.

Brunette, yes.

Nerdy? You don't think so.

Dry sense of humour? You wouldn't know because he never jokes around with you.

Into sports? Again, he only discusses professional matters with you.

Into physical affection? Huh, this is something you can only ever imagine knowing, when it comes to him.

Even then, you realise it doesn't affect your feelings for him. Because you fell for Jungkook for completely different reasons.

He's kind, sweet, thoughtful, considerate, smart, intelligent, hardworking, and dedicated. Not to mention how safe you feel around him.

Which is why, even when the man had you pinned against the wall, you were not as scared as you think you should have been. Yes, you were scared but somewhere deep down you knew Jungkook would track you, sooner or later. Although, to be fair, you didn't think it would be that soon. But it explains why you aren't shaken up about the whole incident.

When it comes to him, you don't care whether he is the kind of guy you usually prefer or not. He does not need to fit in any box, for your feelings are simply based on who he is. It's also why you believe your feelings are way deeper than you let yourself imagine.

You would have confessed, had it been anyone else. But it's Jungkook. The guy who doesn't allow himself to get comfortable with you. The guy who's here because he's employed to protect you.

Today, when he saved you, he only let his worries show after the two of you were inside the car. That's him being good at his job. Not showing emotions in front of others because any display of emotion can be used as a weakness. He only let his concerns show when there was no one around and when the man was taken away.

You do appreciate Jungkook's professionalism a lot. Although, sometimes you just wish he would fuck all sorts of professionalism.

You wish he had asked whether you are okay or not, on the spot, the very moment he freed you from the man's grasp. You wish he had shown concerns towards you right there. Almost, as if it's on instinct. If you were in his place, you know you'd have. You'd have wanted to make sure that he's okay. That would have been your priority.

You know, it's his priority too. But the lack of emotions tells you it's his priority only because it's his job. It was only when he was sure that his job is done, that he bothered to ask if you were okay.

Which again, makes you feel helpless, mad and vulnerable.

"Your favourite ice cream place is open." Jungkook's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. "Do you want to go there?"

And then it's times like these, when you let yourself entertain that maybe, just maybe he cares for you more than just a client.

From the corner of your eye, you can see that he googled the place to check if it was open or not. It makes you think that maybe he's aware that you are in need of some cheering up. It also doesn't help that it was just once, six months ago, that you had casually mentioned that you love the ice-creams from that particular place. It's the fact that he still somehow remembers this small detail.

But you convince yourself that this doesn't mean anything. After all, he's been trained to observe. Perhaps, that's why he remembers the place.

You feel your brain and heart hurt, trying to not give yourself too much hope because you know how much it will crush you, if you let yourself believe in the possibility of something more.

"I'll just order it online." Saying so, you once again lean back in your seat and close your eyes, this time with the intention of taking a small nap to quiet your mind.

You hear a hum from Jungkook in response and the last thing you remember before drifting off is the one question you desperately try to avoid.

Why did he Google the ice-cream place?

Part two of this fic will be uploaded on my patreon on 10th of October.

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Hugs for a Vampire (Astarion x GN!Reader) - Chapter 6: Before the Assault on Moonrise

Chapter 6: Before the Assault on Moonrise

Each chapter can be read as a standalone hug.

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader (Rogue!Tav)

Genre: Fluffy, Filling in Canon

Rating: Teen

Tags: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, POV Second Person, Act 2, Canon-typical violence, developing relationship, blood, boundaries

WC: 2.3k words, 6/18 chapters

Summary: A feeding-hug for Rogue!Tav and Astarion. They're still working out how to act around each other, with Astarion setting the boundaries.

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It feels like the calm before the storm. Come tomorrow, you’ll head to Moonrise and begin an attack on the evil that resides there. You’ve freed the Nightsong, given Shadowheart some time to herself, and now gathered the Harpers for a full-on assault. Your companions are all itching to get going– for the most part.

Throughout the Gauntlet of Shar, Astarion had been a bit off. You imagined it was an odd combination of learning about the scars on his back and, selfishly, both of you trying to figure out something real between you. Now that you’ve left the Gauntlet though, Astarion still seems lost.

“Something the matter, love?” you ask him over dinner at the Last Light Inn. The two of you are eating together, though he only holds a glass of wine to your plate of actual food. He seems deep in thought, staring off into the distance as he runs his tongue over one of his fangs.

Astarion jumps at your words, taking a second to register that you’re speaking to him. “It’s nothing,” he says, on instinct. Then, after a stern look from you, follows it with. “I’m just a tad peckish, my dear.”

Tilting your head, you ask, “Have you not found something to your liking today?” Early on, you’d agreed that he can and should drink from any enemy with a pulse.

He shakes his head ruefully. “Not much on offer out here,” he sounds wistful, and you register an underlying desperation to his voice. “I don’t think I’ve had a solid meal… well, since we entered the Shadowlands.”

You balk at that, thinking back to every enemy you’ve faced so far. Undead, plants, cursed fish, the odd shade, and he hasn’t fed from you since you’d agreed to take things slowly– how did you not realize this sooner? “Astarion, you must be starving!” You push your own food away, as if its presence would only make his hunger worse. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What will you do, bring the undead back to life? And it’s not like I could drink from a Harper,” he rolls his eyes and pauses. “Wait, do you think I could–”

“Don’t you dare,” you stop his thought process in its tracks, holding up a hand. “We are nice to the Harpers and we appreciate their help, got it?”

“Oh, you’re no fun,” he pouts. “I guess I’ll just continue to starve. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gone without.” He adds that last sentence as a bitter afterthought. The thought of him having gone weeks, months, a year without so much as a drop of blood tears at your heart.

“And why don't you ask me?” you ask, quieting your voice so that only he can hear you in the din of the Inn.

He looks genuinely confused. “Ask you what?”

You narrow your eyes at him– surely he didn’t forget you are not an undead, not an aberration or anything of the sort. Right? “Um, ask me for blood?” you offer, equally confused.

“Ah,” he says, it comes out like a soft huff. “My love, I couldn’t.”

“And why not?” You bristle at the thought that your blood isn’t good enough, isn’t as satisfying as some random Harper’s. “Am I no longer to your taste?”

Placing a hand on his chest, he gives you an aghast look, “Of course not, dear. You’re quite possibly the most delectable creature I’ve had the fortune to taste. In every single way.”

You hear a startled choke from behind you. Astarion has not been keeping his voice quiet in the same way you have, and a blushing Gale tries to pretend that he is absolutely enthralled by the plate of food in front of him.

Shooting a look at Astarion, who doesn’t even have the good grace to look embarrassed, you say, “Let’s talk a bit more privately, shall we?”

“If you insist,” he replies, with a hand wave. “But I hope you know it isn’t the first time that half this team imagines devouring you.”

You decide to ignore the bait, opting instead to drag him gracelessly away from the Last Light’s central area. All but pulling him upstairs, you set him on a bed and place your hands on your hips.

“You’ve had your fun, now tell me truthfully,” you start, keeping him pinned with your eyes. “Why haven’t you asked to drink from me? You know I’m happy to offer.”

“Darling,” he starts, eyes avoiding yours, clearly intending to avoid this conversation. “I don’t see what the big deal is. We deal with the cult, we get back to Baldur’s Gate and I’ll have a veritable feast of ruffians to pick from.”

“The big deal is that you planned on suffering by yourself this entire time,” you say, and hurt begins to color your voice. “I thought we were being more… honest with each other. Maybe I was wrong about that.”

Astarion stands then, whispering your name as he takes a step toward you. “I am being honest, love. I can’t possibly drink from you, not anymore.” His hands reach up to cup your face, and the ruby eyes that lock with yours are so very conflicted.

“Why not?” you ask again, trying to keep firm under his piercing eyes but failing miserably.

“Because it feels different with you,” he says, quietly. He rubs a cool thumb across your cheek, bravado all gone as a searing sweetness settles between you both. “You’re not some bandit, some cultist, or goblin. I don’t want to hurt you and…” Astarion looks down, away from you. “I don't want you to feel like you owe me anything.”

You lean into his hands, closing your eyes. A strange sort of relief settles over you as you respond, “My sweet fool.”

“What?” he says, indignantly.

“I don’t feel like I owe you anything,” you say before opening your eyes again. “I want to do this for you.”

“And how do I know that I haven’t just entranced you against your will?” he says with a soft, disbelieving scoff as his eyes search yours. “In fact, I’m finding that, for perhaps the first time in my life, I'd rather someone’s blood remain soundly in their body.”

“What if,” you start, not sure how to say it without sounding insane. You drop eye contact with him to muster the will to continue, “What if I said I liked it when you fed from me?”

He’s silent and you’re suddenly worried that you’ve said too much, been a little too honest too quickly. But when you finally bring your eyes back to him, you just see a war going on behind Astarion’s eyes. A deep hunger, surely, but above all else, a concern– one that you know is for you and your well-being.

“I promise I’m not just saying that,” you add, hoping to assuage his worries.

Your love doesn’t seem to believe you, brows furrowed and hands gripping your face a bit tighter as he tilts it this way, then that way. “You… like having your life force drained out of you?”

“Listen,” you start, placing a hand on Astarion’s arm to stop his examinations. “If you don’t want to believe me, you don’t have to. But I invite you to drink from me regardless. You can’t confront the armies at Moonrise like this.”

He finally releases your face, shoulders drooping with a heavy sigh. “In two centuries, I never thought I would be fighting an offering of blood like this, but darling, if I injure you, if I take too much…”

“You haven’t before,” you try reasoning. “Besides, I’ve pushed you off once, I can always do it again.”

“Fine,” he says with a frown. “But don’t you dare hesitate.”

“You know I wouldn’t,” you respond easily, tugging on one of his hands. “Shall we get comfortable?”

Astarion allows you to take him back to the bed, sitting down in a manner all at once defeated and eager despite himself. You can’t even imagine the hunger he must be feeling right now, and the fact that his feelings for you could have overridden even a portion of that astonishes you. You sit down next to him and bare your neck.

He settles in behind you, hands ghosting at your neck and shoulders. “You’re certain?” he asks again, eyes large and pleading.

“Yes,” you stress. “But if you’re that worried, could I make a request?”

“Anything,” he says, the word a breath on his lips.

You still waver, the vulnerability new and quite frightening. “Well, the previous bites haven’t been exactly cozy. Would you mind… holding me while you bite?”

Astarion’s response comes in the form of his arms wrapping around your torso, pulling you into his chest. He places a fleeting kiss under your ear before burying his head into the crook of your neck. Nuzzling softly, his nose tickles your bare skin. “Cozy enough, my dear?”

“Mmm, yes,” you say, feeling a blush creeping up your neck. You hadn’t expected him to embrace you so thoroughly. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he murmurs and he sounds utterly bewitched as he inhales. The sharp bite that follows catches you by surprise and you know that he couldn’t resist any longer. He takes a long pull from your neck, drinking more deeply than he has in weeks.

However, unlike previous times that he’s fed on you, this feels distinctly different. It’s the first time he’s bitten you since you’ve agreed to figure out, well, whatever you have between you two. And it shows.

It shows in how his arms, which had previously held you in place while biting, gently squeeze around you. In how his lips, which he used to bare wide, press the occasional soft kiss as he drinks. In how your heads tap together, his curls caressing your cheek.

Oh, you think distantly as you lean into his devouring mouth. I see why this might feel different from a bandit. While it felt like a nice gift you could provide before, now the act of feeding him feels immensely close. Could you always feel his breath on you like this?

You don’t have to ponder long before he pulls away, placing one last kiss where he’s bitten. “There,” he says, taking a shallow breath. “How do you feel?”

Taking a second to check in with yourself, you find that you feel pretty normal. “I feel good, too good,” you say, turning to face him. “Are you sure you had enough?”

Astarion licks a few drops of blood from his lips as he surveys you, verifying your liveliness. He smirks before responding, “More than enough. As I said, I was only peckish. Thank you, love.”

He looks more vibrant now– his eyes shine bright in the firelight of the inn and there’s a rosy tint to his skin that wasn’t there before– so you decide not to push it. “You’re welcome, and thank you,” you say, grinning at him cheekily.

“Whatever are you thanking me for?” he asks, skeptically.

“If you always embrace me so tenderly while you feed, I may run out of blood asking for another go.”

Astarion clicks his tongue with annoyance. “I was not being tender. I was quite literally consuming you. Could you please have an ounce of self-preservation?”

You keep a small, satisfied smile on your face as you shrug. “Some mighty righteous words from a man who was just refusing to feed.”

“How about this,” he starts, leaning into you. “I promise to seek you out if I need sustenance and you promise to never call me tender again. What will the others think of me?“

You lean right back into him, and give a short affirming nod. “Your secret is safe with me, my oh-so-fearsome vampire.”

“Thank you, my delicious little treat,” he responds. Swiftly bringing your hand to his face, he places a kiss on the back of it. “And thank you for…” He clears his throat. “Helping me navigate whatever this is.” The vampire vaguely gestures between you both and it’s evident what he means. If feeding felt different for you, he surely felt it too. Even the emotions bubbling at the surface now feel different. It would surely settle in time, but for now, learning together, it is a terrifying new unknown.

“Of course,” you say, placing your other hand on top of his. Your eyes meet in unspoken communication, marveling at the absurdity of your situation, of your gentle moment. Of course, you must be the one to break it. “I was worried for a moment there.”

“Whatever for?”

“I thought maybe you didn’t like the taste of my blood anymore, maybe I ate something off-putting,” you pretend to sniff at your arm, as if you’d be able to pin down the scent of your blood.

Astarion shakes his head at you, ruefully. “I meant it when I said you’re the most delectable.” His eyes get a distant look to them, as he thinks. “Maybe it’s because you were the– ehem– first. Or because you're just… you. But you have a lovely flavor.”

Unable to help your own curiosity, you ask, “What do I taste like?”

“It’s hard to pin down.” He pulls your hand to his nose for a long sniff. “But you taste like warmth feels.”

You’re not sure what to say to that, but by the way it’s sending your heart somersaulting, you’re not certain you’d be very coherent anyway. So you just give a little, “Mmm.”

Astarion laughs at your reaction and drops your hand. “Let’s head back to dinner. You’ll have to keep your energy up if we’re to defeat the Absolute or whatever nonsense.” He gets up to leave and you return to reality.

“And to keep my blood tasting warm,” you quip, standing up and following after your vampire.

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idkwhyimhere5462 · 8 months

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It is not uncommon for Zane to repress or lock away memories. We see it many times such as Decoded, The Quest for Lost Powers, Virtues of Spinjitzu (I’ll get into that later). Zane does not like processing the traumatic things that happen to him and it’s very prevalent. Also, yes I’m talking about Zane again, shut up.

The first time we see it is in season four where he does not seem to understand that he died. He knows that he is not in the same body but he does not want to connect himself to White Ninja. He does not want to accept that he died. He gives himself an entirely new identity, the Titanium Ninja, to avoid those thoughts, and he locked the memories away. We see them again in Decoded in the form of the Ninjigma.

At first, we are led to believe whatever is hacking Zane created it and then the others learn that Zane himself created it. This is foreshadowed with Nya telling Zane he has gaps in his memory. Zane simply tells her his memory bank is damaged, but seeing what’s inside the Ninjigma, we know that isn’t true. He didn’t create that to hide away the virus, it was to hide the memories. He doesn’t even remember creating it, wanting his future self to never find it.

Next, the Ice Emperor. Sixty years of being someone you aren’t, being a cruel tyrant to innocent people, tearing apart families as you desecrate an entire ecosystem by placing it under an eternal winter. Zane, who’s entire purpose is to protect those who cannot protect themselves, did all of that. He had to live with those memories, until he doesn’t. He locked them away, refusing to let himself even think of it. That is why he “recovered” so quickly next season. No one speaks of it, and Zane does the same. If he pretends it never happened, it he locks the memories away deep enough, maybe he can convince himself that it didn’t. The next time we see them is in “The Quest for Lost Powers”. (I literally love this book so much. Farmer Cole my beloved.) Pixal tells him that maybe his lost memories are the key to getting his powers back.

Zane is afraid, he does not want to look at them, afraid to face himself as the Ice Emperor again. He carried these around for years, not allowing himself to face the facts. They aren’t gone though, only shoved into the recesses of his mind. Finally he accepts, he faces himself as the Ice Emperor and finally learns to forgive himself.

Virtues of Spinjitzu is the next time. Wu asks the Ninja if they remember the Six Virtues of Spinjitzu. None of them remember. Wu asks Zane how he doesn’t remember, he has a perfect digital memory after all.

Zane claims he had to put some of his memories offline to clean them up. We know that in “The Quest for Lost Powers” his memories are still all messed up. He probably accidentally threw that memory in with some of the Ice Emperor ones and didn’t want to rifle through them to find it again.

And finally, season fifteen. After realizing locking away memories has consequences where he had trouble remembering things he did not mean to lock away, he needed a more reliable way to avoid processing his emotions. Hence, the emotion meter.

This is something everyone finally saw. Zane couldn’t hide this from anybody. Nobody liked it, but what could they do? They could only stand and watch as their brother, pupil, and lover, take away any humanity he had. Even after Nya became human again, he kept it off, still wanting to avoid any future negative emotions. He learned from Sally that he needed emotions, even bad ones. He turned them back on and allowed himself to process his feelings again and then later forgiving himself in “The Quest for Lost Powers” and finally truly being a fully developed character.

Some people say Zane was already developed in season four, but I wanted to highlight the behind the scenes development that I’ve never really seen people talk about. Zane was never a developed character until “The Quest for Lost Powers”. He hid away memories and avoided confrontation with himself. He wanted to be there for his siblings and that only led to him barring himself off from helping himself. He believed if he had his own problems he couldn’t help them.

At least, this is how I see it. I wanna know other’s opinions on the behind the scenes development with him. See ya.

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fanficsformyfaves · 9 months

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I Found Love Where It Wasn't Supposed To Be

Stu Macher x Fem Ex!Reader

WARNING: ANGST, Commitment Issues

PREFACE: Reader and Stu dated during freshman year, when he seemingly dumped her out of nowhere. She moved out of Woodsboro shortly after, but returned for her Senior Year

A/N: Flashback in Italics!

Different POVs are in Colored and in Bold!

Tatum and Stu aren't together and Stu is not a killer in this A/U!

YOUR P.O.V.

It's been two years since I'd left Woodsboro. I couldn't just stay there after what happened with Stu, so when my parents divorced and my mom decided to move to the City, it was the perfect escape route.

The night we broke up, he invited me over to his house and sat me down in his living room.

"Stu, I can't be out past six on a school night. My dad's gonna freak"

"Alright then, I'll make this quick" he says,

As I nod.

"We're done"

His words making my heart sink in my chest.

"What?"

"Look, you're a sweet girl and all, but, we're just too...different", he explained,

"But Stu, we've been going out for months"

I could feel the tears in my eyes begin to gather and threaten to spill.

"Yeah, but, things change and so did I", he replied apathetically,

I scoff and get off the couch.

"You are unbelievable", I snap,

Making my way back to the front door.

"No, wait!", he calls out,

Leaping from the couch and following after me.

"(Y/N), I don't want you to hate me-"

"Too fucking late, dipshit", I spit,

Opening the door and letting myself out, before slamming it behind me.

That was the last time I ever saw him. That was the last time I saw anyone from that school actually. When I moved, I lost contact with all my friends. Sidney, Tatum, Billy and Randy would reach out every now and then, but that was about it.

Eventually, during my senior year, I was forced to go back, when my mom got a job offer in London.

"Mom, can I just go with you?"

"Honey, you can't just keep running away from your problems"

I sigh, flopping down on the couch.

"And you know what? I think it'll be good for you to see your old friends", she says,

Rounding the couch and sitting beside me.

"Plus, you father misses you", she adds,

"I know", I replied reluctantly,

"Good, I'll get everything sorted out"

It was the morning of my first day back and I'd barely gotten any sleep.

I mean, how could I? Even just the thought of seeing him again sent me into a spiral of dread and worry. What was I supposed to do if I ran into him? Pretend not to remember who he was? Walk past him like I didn't notice? Yell and scream? Too many questions and not enough time to even begin processing possible answers.

Once I finished my breakfast, I bid my father goodbye and made my way to the car. Within the next ten minutes of driving through town, I reach the parking lot and got out. Even just the sight of the school building knocked the air out of my lungs.

I hesitantly picked up my backpack, locked the doors and started walking towards the main entrance.

"No fucking way", I hear a girl's voice coming from the water fountain.

I turn to see who it was and there they were. My old group of friends.

"Tatum"

"(Y/N)!", she greets,

Running up and pulling me into a tight squeeze.

"Oh my god! When the hell did you get back?", she asks,

Pulling away.

"A week ago. I moved back since my mom got a job offer in London"

"And you didn't tell me?!"

"Surprise?"

She laughs and pulls me back into another hug. Just then, I see the rest of the group approaching us. Their eyes wide like they'd just seen a ghost.

"Woah!", Randy exclaimned,

Catching my attention.

"I guess the city really does do a person good", he joked,

Looking me up and down.

"Hi, Randy", I chuckle,

Giving him a hug.

"Sid, Billy", I greet,

Pulling them into a joint embrace. All that was left was-

"(Y/N)...it's been a while"

"Yeah", I nervously exhale,

Seeing him felt like someone plunging a knife into my chest and twisting it in to make it hurt. How could he be so okay, when I was still trying to recover from what happened?

"You look great", he compliments,

As I nod. What was I supposed to say to that?

Thankfully, by the grace of some god watching over me, we heard the first bell ring.

"I should get to English Lit"

"I have the class too, come on", Sidney let me know,

"Yeah sure, see you guys at lunch", I bid goodbye,

Before giving Stu one last look.

I didn't what to do. I obviously wasn't over what happened, but it's far too late to do anything about it now. I should be over it.

"(Y/N)?"

And it's not like he was thinking about it either. I was more than certain of that with how he ended things. So casual and cold, but...I couldn't help but think about how he looked at me today. Maybe I was just imagining things-

"(Y/N)", Sidney pulls me out of my thoughts,

"Sorry, what?"

"I was asking you about the assignment. Are you okay? You were totally spaced out", she questions,

"I'm just a little tired. I didn't get that much sleep"

"Something on you mind?"

Well, I was still not over my ex, who so happens to be apart of our very close-knit friend group and I don't think I ever will be, which’ll probably over-complicate things later down the road...but obviously I couldn't just spew all of that on her.

"I guess I just miss my mom, you know? She's might as well be on the god-damn moon", I tried to play off,

"Yeah, I get that feeling", she says,

Causing my eyebrows to quirk in confusion.

"Oh, you didn't hear"

"Hear what?"

"My mom passed. Cancer", she says,

As her eyes begin to weld with tears.

"Sid, I'm so sorry"

"You didn't know, it's fine", she reassured,

"Wow, I really did miss a lot", I say to myself,

"Yeah, but!", she takes my hands into hers.

"You're here now! We'll make new memories"

Yeah...we.

STU'S P.O.V.

It was really weird seeing her again. Not like a bad weird, just...kinda caught me off guard.

She was just as, if not more, beautiful than I remembered. Everything from the top of her head to the soles of her feet were nothing short of perfect.

God, I really screwed that up. I knew I brought this upon myself, so I had no right to blame anyone else, but of course it still sucked. There was so much I could've said and even more I should've said, but I didn't have the guts. I mean, how could I? After what I did?

Just as I was about to start spiraling, I was hit in the face with a crumpled up piece of paper.

"Dude"

"Don't dude me, you were thinking about (Y/N)"

"I wasn't"

"Don't give me that shit, you totally were", Billy calls out my bluff,

Making me sigh to myself.

"Thought you said you ended things with her?", he emphasized,

"I did"

"So? Why the emotional blue balls, then?"

Thankfully, the lunch bell saved me from any more of Billy's harassment.

"Look, just drop it, alright? I'm fine", I played off,

Grabbing my bag and heading out, with Billy trailing close behind me.

"No, you're not fine"

"Well, if you're such an expert on how I really feel, then why don't you just spell it out for me?"

"My theory? You lied about why you ended things"

The moment he said that, I felt my heart drop to my stomach.

"Yeah, sure"

"Come on, Stu. Things were going so great and you just pulled a whole one eighty. If you ain't gonna tell me, then who will you tell?", he questions,

Just as we were about to reach the table where the gang was.

"Shhh, shut the fuck up", I warned,

Taking a seat.

YOUR P.O.V.

"So, remember the guy I was spilling about?", Tatum asked,

Taking a bite of her pizza slice.

"You mean Dave?", Sid questioned,

"I thought you were talking about Ethan", I say,

With confusion laced in my words. As we saw one of Tate's eyebrows raise, it triggered the realization to sink in.

"Nice!", I encouraged,

Causing Tate to chuckle at me. Before we could delve any deeper into Tatum's rollercoaster love life, the guys take a seat right across from us.

"Hey girls"

"Hi, Randy", we all greet in unison,

"Billy, Stu", Tate addresses on our behalf.

To call this whole interaction awkward would've been the understatement of the millennium.

I go to grab a napkin and as I did, I felt a familiar hand brush against mine. It brought me right back to freshman year, when Stu first asked me out.

I was eating lunch, while doing my assignments, when a particularly tall shadow blocks the cafeteria's light, causing me to look up.

"Hi"

"Hey, Macher, what's up?", I ask,

"Nothin much, this seat taken?"

"Um, no. Go ahead", I gesture to the empty bench across from me.

"So, we've never really spoken outside of Chem"

"We have not"

"Why is that?', he questions,

"Uh...", I wondered,

Looking around.

"I don't actually know", I chuckle nervously,

"Well, I just wanted to let you know that they're showing Return Of The Living Dead 3 on Friday and word around the hallways says you're kind of a horror movies connoisseur, so-"

"Are you asking me out on a date?", I squinted suspiciously,

"I mean, yeah", he confirmed,

"Why?"

Making him laugh to himself.

"Why not?", he questioned after calming down,

"I mean, you're cute and sweet and...you gave me the answers to the math quiz last week", he added,

As I scoffed.

"So, this is a pity ask?", I challenged.

His eyes go wide in shock.

"No no no no no, this isn't...I didn't mean to make it seem that way, I was kidding-", he rambled nervously,

Before I cut him off with a laugh.

"I'm messing with you, Macher. I know what you meant", I reassured,

Watching him sigh in relief.

"You have a twisted sense of humor"

"Oh, you don't know the half of it"

He laughs and takes my hand.

"So...whatta ya say?"

I rip my hand away, standing up.

"I need to go", I rushed,

Taking my backpack and practically sprinting out of the cafeteria.

"(Y/N)!", Tatum called out,

Going to follow me, when Stu stops her.

"I'll go"

"Stu-"

"I have to do this", he tells Billy,

Before chasing after me. I made it down the hallway, about to reach the front doors, when I hear him.

"(Y/N)!", he yells,

Causing me to stop in my tracks. It was getting harder and harder to fight against the tears that were threatening to spill.

"Can we please talk?", he pleaded,

Whilst I turned to face him.

"What do you want?"

"I came to make sure you were ok-"

"No, Stu, what do you want? From me?", I emphasized.

His eyebrows knitting in confusion as a result.

"Look, I never got to say what I wanted to back then, but I'm saying it now. You fucking hurt me", I spit bitterly,

As the tears began to stream down my face.

"Okay? You break up with me like it was nothing and what? Expected me to just be fine?"

"(Y/N)-"

"No! You don't get to talk!", I yell.

He takes a step back and keeps his eyes on the ground.

"I thought you cared about me"

"I did"

"No, you didn't"

"I did-"

"You didn't! Someone who cares about me would never fucking do that!", I sobbed,

"I'm so sorry", he whispered,

As I shake my head, angrily wiping my tears away.

"I was a coward"

"Yeah, no shit"

"Please...just...hear me out", he begged,

"And if you still want nothing to do with me after what I have to say...I'll leave you alone"

Just wanting to get this over with, I give in and cross my arms.

"I know I hurt you and for that, I'm sorry", he mumbles,

"But there's something I never told you. The reason why I did what I did"

What could he possibly say to change my mind?

"I loved you", he admitted.

It felt like my heart stopped. He'd never said those words to me before, so to hear them in past tense only added insult to injury.

"I never thought I'd feel that way about someone, so when I did, it scared the hell outta me. I didn't know what to do, so I did the only thing I knew how to. I ran", he added,

Had I known, I wouldn't have felt so blindsided.

"Why didn't you say anything?", I sniffled,

"What was I supposed to say? That I was afraid to love you?"

"Yes! God, it would've been better than just leaving me out to dry! Stu, I loved you too! We could've talked about it, we could've done something!"

My voice echoed through the hallways.

"You loved me?", his words coming out as a surprised mutter,

"So fucking much", I answered.

Just then, Tatum, Sidney, Billy and Randy came around the corner. I could see Tatum trying to make her way to me and Billy blocking her from doing so.

"And seeing you again just...reopened all those old wounds"

"(Y/N)", he says,

Cupping my face.

As hard as it was for me to admit, him holding me like this made my heart skip a beat.

"I can't change what happened...but what I can do is this"

He leans in and presses his lips against mine.

The world disappeared around us and time came to a screeching halt. Was this all just a dream? Was I gonna wake up in my bed, disappointed that none of this ever happened? Or had the weight of carrying this pain around finally crush me? I couldn't even begin to wrap my head around what was happening, much less answer all the questions I had.

He eventually pulls away and those baby blues eyes poured into mine with a new found need.

"I let you go once...I can't do that again", he whispers.

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goddesspharo · 2 months

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Did I miss the end of “can’t fake what you can’t break up with”? Sorry if I haven’t, I just didn’t want to miss it 🤦🏻‍♀️🥴

Do you have anything else Hannix planned? I love how you write them 🥰

Thank you! You definitely did not miss the end of can't fake what you can't break up with because I'm still working on the final chapter. Work has been insane lately and I have, for whatever reason, been dragging my feet on Vegas AU by writing a bunch of other things instead. (Perhaps I don't want it to end or perhaps I'm just lazy.)

With regards to what's in the pipeline: I got distracted with the politics AU so there might be more of that at some point. Definitely plan on finishing a fraudulent zodiac too (cracked open the google doc and wrote a whole section the other day!). There's a Hannix space AU that I've pretty much got fully outlined and a few sections written.

Less solid/more long shot possibilities: The other day I stumbled my way into starting a mob AU (maybe) with a twinge of Bonnie & Clyde vibes? It is currently hanging out at Hangman punching people while wearing Brioni suits a la John Wick. Very early stages so might not be anything. There's also a Hannix-goes-on-vacation fic that I kind of want to write that exists as half an idea in my head. I may or may not write the time loop fic.

#ask me things #hannix #we can pretend there is a thought process behind any of this

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acourtofpenandpaper · 3 months

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Just pretending (Astarion x reader)

Pairing: Astarion x GNreader/Tav Length: 800 words Part 2 coming soon

Blurb: When Astarion and Tav get followed by guards of a warehouse they wanted to steal from, Astarion comes up with an unusual way to get them off the back.

Tags: part 1 of a fluffy short, a bit heated moment

The guards weren’t far behind us, and we both quickened our steps. Earlier that day, when I had voiced my concerns on sneaking into the warehouse to steal some supplies and cool gear, Astarion had simply shrugged me off.

“Don’t be such a scaredy-cat, we have pulled off greater heists in the past”, he had boasted while dismissing my worries as mere pessimistic thoughts.

Now, as I caught a glimpse to my side, I could see the sweat glistening on the forehead of the pale vampire as we rushed through the streets of Baldur’s Gate.

Turned out, that said warehouse which, according to Astarion ‘wasn’t guarded heavily’, was indeed heavily guarded. And the plan that Astarion had come up with turned out to have no solution for when we got caught. I reminded myself to never let him plan anything ever again when we both got out of this situation.

I looked behind my back to see two guards running after us, catching up with every second. The only reason they hadn’t caught us yet was because of other civilians standing in their way. But any minute now, we wouldn’t be so lucky anymore. I was starting to feel exhaustion coming in and tried to use the little breath in my lungs to shout towards Astarion:

“What are we going to do? They are still after us!”

Astarion looked behind his back as well and almost ran over the cart of a street vendor but in the last moment, jumped out of the way. He stayed silent, to my dismay because we both needed to get out of this situation and better two minutes ago than later.

I was almost ready to surrender myself to our followers and give over the gear when Astarion’s eyes lit up, he got ahold of my wrist and pulled me into the next alleyway. We took two sharp turns to the right and from the signs around us, I recognized the tavern, we semi-regularly frequented with our friends.

Two steps in front of me, Astarion slowly came to a halt, panting, his chest rising and falling. I almost ran into him because I wasn’t expecting to stop so suddenly, so I caught my breath and asked:

“Why are we stopping? They will come around the corner any seco…”

But before I was able to finish my sentence, Astarion had pushed me against the wall of the tavern and stepped so close to me that his whole body hovered over mine. Then he looked me in the eyes and mouthed:

“Play along.”

“Play along with what?”

Then, without giving me time to process my thoughts, he embraced my face with both his hands and came so close that our noses brushed against each other. I could feel his heavy breath against my lips and was sure that he could feel mine, too. But I just stayed like that, his mouth hovering just millimeters over mine and us both watching each other.

“Let your hands roam over my back.” He didn’t say it out loud, but I could hear his thoughts over our connected tadpoles. Without giving it much thought, I moved my hands from my sides to his back and gripped the fabric of his shirt.

Then, he angled his head and brought it up to my neck, as if he would caress it with his mouth or, drink from it from the look of a bystander. All this without his lips ever touching my skin but his breath burned itself onto my neck and I wished he would really touch me.

My eyes were still wide open, and I couldn’t quite believe what was happening. But in the corner of my vision, I could make out two silhouettes which were looking into every street but eventually, ran past the alleyway we were standing in. Now I understood what he meant by playing along. When I was sure that they had run off, I finally murmured:

“Hmmm…Astarion? They are gone…we can stop pretending.”

“Oh, yeah right”, he said and stepped away from me. “Sorry, that must have been surprising, but I had this idea suddenly and just wanted to get them off our heels. Are you alright?”

His eyes scanned me up and down. I nodded and we continued our way to the camp just outside the city.

“I am okay. Thank God you had this idea, I don’t know if I could’ve run anymore.”

“Same here. Maybe we should better scout the areas we want to get into next time”, he suggested, and I burst into a fit of laughing and playfully pushed him against his shoulder.

“That coming from you? Mr. Wing it? I told you we should investigate the guarding system of the warehouse, but you were all like ‘It will be fine”, I said and tried to mimic his voice.

He scrunched up his nose. “I totally don’t sound like that.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Not discussing this with you”, he said, and we both continued our way.

And I wondered what his lips would have felt like if he had really kissed me…

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specialagentlokitty · 7 months

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Reid x Male!reader - protect you

I was wondering if I could request Spencer Reid x Male reader who's like a father figure to Spencer and on a case reader and Spencer get caught by the Unsub and reader keeps the Unsub busy so Spencer can get out and get to the team (reader's goal being to protect Spencer from harm even if it meant sacrificing himself in the process) Maybe the Unsub is furious after they realize Spencer is gone and take their anger out on reader. Maybe by the time the team find them reader is alive but just barely? Really want a dad moment between Spencer and Reader at the end, reader comforting Spencer and maybe a hug? @xweirdo101x 💜

You were protective of your team, everybody knew that, but nothing like you were with Spencer.

He was so young, and so sweet, and he deserved the world, a man whom he could look up to as a father figure.

And you became that man.

So when you heard that Spencer had been taking you were furious beyond belief but you kept your composer as you went to confront the unsub.

“Can you tell me more about what horror books you have?” You asked.

“Of course, is there anything specific?”

You smiled, shaking your head.

“No, just looking for new recommendations is all.”

“Well, let me see what I have and I’ll be right back with you.”

You nodded, watching as the unsub left, you jumped over the counter, slowly twisting the handle to the door.

Opening it partially, you reached into your pocket, taking out a small tin and slid it across the room before closing the door and going back to where you were stood.

You pretended to be busy reading a flyer that was left on the counter.

“Well, I would have to recommend these three.”

He set a few books on the counter, turning them around to show you the covers.

You asked some questions about them all before asking him to show you to the horror section.

You kept him busy for as long as possible, which was more than enough time for Spencer to get out of the room with the tools you had given him.

The unsub excused himself and you began to leave the shop, only to be hit around the back of your head.

“I should have known!”

You weren’t given a chance to get back up or fight back.

As he ran Spencer thought that you were right behind him, but as he ran around the corner to the team, he realised you weren’t.

“Where is he?!” Rossi rushed out.

“He.. I thought..”

Spencer was quickly passed over to paramedics and the team rushed to your aid.

The burst into the shop to find you on the floor bleeding heavily, unconscious, and the unsub above you screaming and yelling.

They quickly dealt with the unsub, and you were immediately rushed to hospital before anybody could even get a glance at you.

“Where is he?!” Spencer yelled.

Emily planted a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down into the SUV.

“He’s okay, he’s fine. He’s going to hospital now.”

Spencer looked at her with tears in his eyes.

“Please..”

She nodded, knowing exactly what the younger agent was waiting for.

They all rushed to the hospital to try get any news of you, but they were told to wait while doctor looked you over.

All Spencer could do was sit in one of the horrible seats, leg bouncing as he tried to keep himself together but he couldn’t.

“(Y/N) will be okay.” Rossi said gently.

“You don’t know that…”

“But we do, he was awake when we found him, and he was immediately rushed here.” JJ said.

He knew they were trying to make him feel better, but it wasn’t working, because he blamed himself.

You put yourself in danger for him.

Put your life on the line to make sure he got out okay, and he blamed himself.

The doctor came over, and they all stood up.

“He’ll be alright, but I’d like to keep him a few days until the bruising and swelling goes down.”

“Can we see him?” Hotch asked.

“Of course yes.”

The doctor led the way to the room but while everybody else went inside, Spencer couldn’t bring himself to see you.

Even despite the team begging him to just go talk to you, see you, he couldn’t.

The entire time you were in the hospital he couldn’t see you.

When you got out, he did what he could to avoid you, but he wasn’t expecting you to come back to work earlier than you were supposed to.

“Reid, a word please.” You said.

He sighed softly, following you up to the conference room.

He didn’t want to, but who was he to tell a superior agent no? He had to right refusing a request from someone above him in rank.

She he let you guide him into the room, closing the doors and blinds before you turned the lights on, turning to look at him.

Immediately he turned his head down.

“It’s not as bad as it looks you know.” You said.

“Does it hurt..?”

You hummed a little, sitting on the table.

“Slightly, but that’s normal.”

You studied him for a moment before sighing heavily.

“Stop blaming yourself Spencer it wasn’t your fault.”

“You did it to help me…”

“And I would do it again, I would much prefer to know that I was hurt because I managed to get you out of a dangerous situation. I would do it again if I had to.”

“You could have died…”

“So could’ve you. Listen to me Spencer, I have absolutely no regrets for getting you out of that situation. You have been through more than you fair share of pain.”

Spencer shook his head.

“You shouldn’t have gotten involved…”

You sighed slightly.

“Spencer I will keep getting involved. I don’t care if it means putting myself in danger to make sure you’re okay.”

He began to tear up a little bit.

“I don’t want you to leave me…”

You knew what he was referring to, when Emily had left, and you stood up.

Walking over, you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“When I agreed to become your mentor I agreed to protect you Spencer, to keep you safe from harm, and that’s what I’m going to do.”

He reached out, pulling you into a hug, and you smiled slightly, hugging him back.

“Please don’t leave me..”

“I’m not going anywhere buddy.”

He sniffled and nodded his head.

You gently pat his back, knowing he found the motion relaxing, and you let him quietly cry into your shoulder.

It wasn’t often he let himself breakdown, but he trusted you, and he knew you cared for him.

“Do you want to come stay with me for a few days Spencer?”

He nodded his head.

“Alright, come on we’ll get everything sorted for you.”

Spencer stood and you wiped his tears with your sleeves.

“You’re alright bud.” You said softly.

He took a deep breath.

“I’m proud of you.”

He smiled a little.

“Thank you..”

Spencer watched you leave a he smiled a little to himself.

If his father was half the man you were maybe he would be a different man, but he was glad to half a father figure like you supporting him

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i'm sorry (liar)

you should have known, fake dating never ends well. but what can you do when you are just a fool in love? Pairing: Al-Haitham x Reader Warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort Word Count: ~1k

“because i love you!” you cry out, hands shaking in front of your chest as if you were cradling the pieces of your heart. you think you can feel the pieces in your hand, shattered, worn, crumbling and yet you still try to hold them to your chest. “i love you more than i should and it’s so hard to keep pretending every single day that i don’t! i can’t keep pretending to be in this… relationship with you when my feelings are on the line! it’s eating me up inside and i’m sorry! i’m sorry… okay?”

it’s silent. the worst kind of silence. the one that lives in the shadows and slithers behind your back to taunt you, leering in your face with cruel eyes and a twisted smile. it tightens around your chest until you choke on air and it jolts you back to the present. but he just stares at you, and that blank expression on his face stings.

“i— i don’t know what to say.”

“of course you don’t.” your laugh is dry and unfamiliar, shocking yourself and him. he swallows thickly, eyes searching yours to read the emotions that are clear across your face. he sees the hurt, the humiliation, the puffy eyes and previously shed tears. because of him. and when you speak to him, it’s void of the gentleness and grace he was once so accustomed to. you realize it doesn’t sound like you at all, devoid of any emotion. “you never do, do you? here i am, spilling out my stupid feelings in front of you like an absolute fool and—“

“what am i supposed to say, sorry? i’m sorry, okay?” his chest heaves, as if they took all the breath from his lungs, and you want to take that word from his lips and crush it in your palm. he doesn’t deserve that word. sorry.

it is poison on his tongue, slippery but sweet, false comfort that you once thought you could indulge him. he says “sorry” like it’s just a word. it holds no weight when it falls from his tongue. because al-haitham is a man of schemes, and more often than not, the word “sorry” is just a word on a script. he plays the part well, too well in fact. he lures in his prey and when the time is right, makes a swift departure in the form of an excuse.

“i simply wish to return back to my life before this disaster,” he had shrugged. “i’m simply a feeble scholar, i have no intention to cause any extra unnecessary stress in my life.”

you scoff, “unnecessary stress? is that what you call this… relationship?”

he’s silent. you take that as your answer.

“you can’t tell me this isn’t fake anymore.”

he sighs and looks away, “we entered this relationship for the benefit of us both, to get people to stop asking questions and to steer them in a different direction. if you knew that this was going to happen you should have said something beforehand.”

what do you say to that? what do you say to someone who believes himself to think so logically and plan so far ahead that any emotions gathered and strung up along the way aren’t even factored in? and the worst part is, you know why he’s doing this. because al-haitham has always valued logic over emotion, and whether or not he might have the hint of the same shared feelings as you, it’s near impossible to tell by the way he is so nonchalant in brushing you off. it’s as if he’s trying to get rid of this, get rid of you before he realizes his own feelings. perhaps it’s your turn to get rid of him before they worsen.

“whatever,” you turn around to leave. “i won’t waste your time any longer.” you don’t see the way your words sting him and the way his mouth twitches downwards. he doesn’t quite like the way your back faces him, or the tenseness in your muscles, or the way you scoff in what sounds like disappointment to his ears. the door opens and shuts before he can process what happens, and he’s left to grasp at air.

“i’m sorry.”

you stare at him thoughtfully, eyes moving ever so slightly as if reading words off of his face. he hopes those silent words are enough to convince you. now, months later, he finds himself at your door with those same words on his lips. they taste different now, more bitter and desperate, laced with months worth of distraught emotions at the distance you had slowly but surely put between the two of you.

“do you even know what you’re sorry for?” you sound tired but calm. he opens his mouth to respond, but closes it when nothing comes out. there’s so much to apologize for and yet he doesn’t know where to start.

“it’s fine, al-haitham.” the smile that crosses your face doesn’t meet your eyes. it’s like you know what he’s trying to say through the gaps of silence, and yet you refuse to hear it. the sharp shake of your head is like a snapping thread, like you’ve yanked his end from his hands and have started to curl it around yours, as if to bandage your shattered pride. but your pride has long since healed, at least from what al-haitham can tell. now it is his own feelings and mess of thoughts that he’s left to piece together. but the bandage and glue that you used to piece yourself back together is still held tightly in your hands and he doesn’t know how to ask for it.

“don’t you think it’s rather too late to be searching for closure?” you hum, tilting your head thoughtfully. al-haitham realizes he doesn’t like this side of you. you’re too calm, too logical, too ignorant of the war of emotions that rages on in his head. he wants to go back, jump through time, pray to the archons he once rolled his eyes at and ask if he could have one chance to fix a mistake that he hadn’t realized would have spiraled into this mess. he knows now what it means to be in love with someone who won’t love you back. you, don’t love him back, not anymore. he thinks it’s hard to learn how to love. and maybe if he had learned sooner, he might not be the fool who realized too late. he wishes he would have known sooner and he wishes you still feel the same.

or, perhaps you're both liars.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: idk sorry about the bad ending

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #favoniuslibrary #alhaitham #al haitham #genshin impact angst #spiriteddreams writing #spiriteddreams

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