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soggyriceee · 3 days ago

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Can you do ellie taking care of reader who is in her period it could also end in gentle sex im just saying Lol

i don’t mind 18+ | EW

ellie was the first thing you saw as you pushed the apartment door open, plastic CVS bag in your hand. her headset was on on as she screamed pointless callouts. it was the best thing to come home too, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world. but you were cramping. bad, and her screaming was definitely gonna bother you tonight.

“hey babe!” she finally smiled bc, noticing you as you got closer. she’d push one headphone up to the top of her head, ignoring the game. “hey.” you smile, dropping the bags and crawling into her lap. “cramps.” you’d simply say.

you’d feel her toss her remote to the side, one habds coming under your shirt to rub your stomach. “i already have your pajamas laid out.. didn’t wanna run a bath before you got home but i can go do it now.” she said, moving to stand but you protested, requesting to just lay down for a bit. “just wanna lay down for now..”

she huffed before grabbing the temote and closing her game, tossing her headset off. “let’s go to the bed at least..”she mumbled, wanting you to be comfortable not bending over her lap. so she’d carry you swiftly, pressing kisses to your face as she listened to you complain of your headache and cramping.

“here let’s get your dirty clothes off.. we can run the bath when you relax a bit.” she said, pushing her hair behind her ears. she undressed you like you would break, mentioning how she needed to stop by the store to get you more pain meds and some snacks. “you should’ve reminded me. i was just there.” you’d yawn, resting back on the bed once your clothes were gone.

she’d crawl on top of you, between your legs, smiling as she eyes your lips. “i want to get them myself.. plus you already got yourself pads.” she say, rolling her eyes. she hated when you spent money on things you needed. that was her job.

you’d giggle at her for that though, pressing a kiss to her lips. “well you already know my fav ice cream. don’t forget it this time.” you’d joke, poking her cheek with this game angry look. she didn’t forget a lot, but when she’d smoke before taking a shopping trip she was bound to forget at least one thing.

but she’s laugh it off, grabbing your finger and pressing a kiss against it. “i promise i won’t.” she’d smile before leaning back in, her other hand holding your thigh. get tongue slid in your mouth with ease as she kissed you deep and slow.

she’d scoot up slightly more, her chest pressing directly against yours now. you’d throb in your undies, whining into the kiss before breaking it. “you always try this when i’m on my period.” you sighed, smiling at her annoyed look for breaking the kiss. “cmon.. orgasms are good for cramps anyways .. i’m technically helping you.” she’d smirk, pressing her hand into your neck.

her hands would sneak behind your back. undoing your bra easily before listing your shirt with it. your tits wohkd bounce so slightly in her face, a whispered “fuck” leaving her lips. your nipples were so sore, she knew. that’s why she’s out them in her mouth, sucking gently and giving you that painfully good feeling. “shit.. it hurts ellie.” you’d whine, hands on her shoulders.

instead of her stopping when she heard that, she actually nibbled the already sore nub, gripping your hips harder. she loved how whiny you got when you were in pain. it was a guilty pleasure for sure. so she loved when your back curved, trying to get away from her lips. but she’s just suck your nub back into her mouth, pulling you closer.

your clit was pounding, as was hers, desperate for any sort of friction, touch, anything! “just let me help you feel better.” she’d sigh, pulling her head back and looking into your eyes. she was serious, of course and that made you a bit nervous.

you’d never have sex on your periods and it was because you just didn’t think she’d mind the blood like she says she would. it her perverted little mind truly didn’t care at all. the farthest youve let her go with it is riding her thigh, cumming right on the pad in your underwear. it was embarrassing and you felt dirty, but Ellie got off to it so fast you nearly missed it.

“okay just.. can you not eat me out? not this time.. at least.” you sighed in defeat, knowing that Ellie wouldn’t give this up. a big smile spread across her lips as she pushed herself off the bed, hopping over to the dresser she kept all the toys in.

you were happy she loved you so much to look past the blood and smell of iron as she fucked you. she was also a girl though, so this was no where near a big as a deal youve made it seem to be. she knew what she was getting into she didn’t care.

you were focused on taking your clothes off, you didn’t realize the towel sprawled across the bed, the long purple dildo in your face. your eyes widened at the thick, curved cock in your face, looking up to ellie and shaking your head. “ellie you have got to be joking.” but she wasn’t, and the big smile and habds on her hips told you that.

“don’t think you can take it?” she wiggled get eyebrows, stroking the cock slow before moving closer to you. this dildo was rarely used, the last use of it making you a crying mess beneath her. it hit spots and angles you didn’t even realize were there, and it made ellie this dominant freak. borderline sadistic. “you know it hurts. it’s to.. big.” you said, a deep blush painting your cheekbones.

but she’s simply smile down at you, before taking your habds and shifting you onto the towel. your back would press to the warm-ish cloth, glossy eyes looking into her low ones. “i’ll be gentle this time.. don’t worry.”

she’d adjust herself between your legs, pushing them up so your feet pressed against her hips and your knees were to your chest. she’d hum at the sigh between your legs, the red liquid only making her clit pound harder for some reason. she didn’t question it but you sure as hell did. “gonna slide in so easily ..” she’d mutter to herself, poking her tho at your hole.

you felt so exposed and embarrassed, worrying about if she secretly hated this. and she could tell you were to in your head abojt it all, you weren’t even looking at her. so she’d slide her fingers between yours as she slid inside you, both of you quietly gasping at the feeling. your pussy wohkd squelch around her, making ellie groan into your ear.

“how do you feel babe?” she asked, her gaze meeting your half full pussy. you felt full though, huffing at the rest of what needed to go in. “so much ellie.. already hurts.” you’d whine, eyes now squeezing shut as you tried to ease the pain.

but ellie would run her lip between her teeth, watching your face contort into so many different emotions as her hips were slow against yours. sadistic freak. liked when you were hurt. “yea? well imma make you feel better baby don’t worry.”

her hands would make their way to your hips, pressing kisses along your collarbone as she listened to your small little moans. she didn’t wanna be too rough, but she didn’t wanna necessarily be gentle either. “gonna go faster babe?” she’d huff out, the word babe higher in pitch. she didn’t even wait all that long before doing so, smiling at how you reacted.

your hands would grip her shoulders tight, nails digging into the backs of them as the rest of her coco bullied jts way into you. it was covered in blood, the sound of your pussy filling the room as ellie fucked you into the bed. she’d begin to lose control, almost like this primal energy being released, one that hasn’t been before.

“e-ellie fuck!” you’d cry out, feeling the tip of her relentlessly attack your poor cervix. her head was deep in your neck though, biting or licking the skin teyinf to hide her own pathetic whines, teyinf to hide how much she was enjoying this. she knew she would, just not to this extent. this unlocked something in her she hadn’t known was there.

her hand would find jts way to your pulsing wet clit, not caring about the blood that would be on her hands as well now. she wanted to make her pretty girl cum and that’s all she cared about in this moment. “fuck this pussy is so loud.. g’nna make me cum too s-soon.” she breathed out, lifting her head from your neck to look down at the mess below.

her pelvis was coated red, she didn’t care. the blood covered her purple cock and even dripped to the towel below. the sight was messy for sure, you didn’t even bother looking down to see. you were more focused on the feeling of her thumb and cock anyways. “oh God ellie…” you cried out

her eyes would fix themselves to your face, your eyes meeting hers. “what baby.. use your words.” she cooed, cupping your cheek in her free, clean hand. you’d lean into her touch, whining when her thumb moved a bit faster. “f-feels so fucking good.” you’d huff, taking a peek at the sigh below.

“i know baby.. feels so good for me too.. wanna cum so bad.” she’d nod, taking your words as a sign to go a bit faster. which she did, her head tossed back in pure bliss. her clit was begging for her to let go, but she was insisting on making you cum before she did.

her head would fall forward again, noticing your mouth ajar slightly with the prettiest of moans leaving your lips. “my pretty baby.” she’d whisper, her thumb hooking around your bottom teeth. your eyes would meet again, before ellie leaned down, looking at you one last time for some sigh of approval.

when you gave her the most pathetic whine paired with a quick nod, she couldn’t help but smile. she’d watch her spit drop into your mouth, watch you drink it before opening again. “more.” you’d manage to get out. she’d sigh, looking away from you and pushing your head to the side. “baby i’m so close.” she’d moan, letting your jaw go and grabbing onto your nipples

you were just as close, the pitch in your moans raising as your pussy pulsed faster around her. “m-me too.. can i cum ellie?” you asked, habds sliding under her shirt to press flat on her chest. she groaned at that, two of her weaknesses. you asking for permission and your touch. “fuck go ahead.. go ahead baby i wanna watch.”

she’d watch her cock disappear and reappear below, her thumb keeping the same pace same pressure. she’d take note of how your body would twitch below, a clear sign you were gonna cum. so she’d watch and wait, trying her best to hold back her own orgasm but she couldn’t.

“o-oh fuck!” she’d moan, pushing her hips deep into yours. her arms flexed above you, keeping herself up as she fucked you through her orgasm, trying to keep the same pace so you could get yours. “s-sorry babe it’s just.. fuck this is so h-hot.” she’d manage to get out through rapid breaths. but watching hee come undone, trying to keep it together for you weirdly enough did just what you needed to cum

you’d pull her down to you, hugging her as you came on her, shaking and grinding yourself against her. a string of broken moans and deep gasps left your lips as your head tossed to the side in pure bliss. “o-oh ellie.. fuck.” you sighed, swallowing as your eyes fluttered shut.

she’d pull you in closer, kissing your neck as she’d press her hips against yours for the las time. “i knew you’d like it.” she said after a pause , catching your breaths. you’d groan in embarrassment, hooking your arm over your eyes. “shut up ellie.” youd mutter, feeling the girls chest rise and fall with her laugh.

ellie cums fast idc thx

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bamtor1sss · 2 days ago

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pairing: 𝗍𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 // 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗎 ౨ৎ—WC 7.5k

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 ????, 𝗎𝗇𝗌��𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍

⪩ ⪨ - 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗇. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇—𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍— 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾�� 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇… 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍

warning: no protection (wrap ur willy!), aphrodisiacs, multiple orgasms, taehyun cries a little, handjob, little bit of dirty talk, sub!taehyun, overstimulation, nipple sucking f!rec, stuttering(?), neck kisses

A/N : THIS is an actual train wreck of a fic... im not sure how i feel about it- like after 5k words i got lost- my writing had less energy ngl 😭 but i hope everyone enjoys nonetheless!! (im never doing this many words again...)

thoughts about kang taehyun? well there was a lot…

kang taehyun was the ideal guy, the whole package; he was academically smart not only that but he was intelligent, people smart—the type to win you over with his wits and mannerisms that made him seem like he cared. he was good looking—well built physique which had girls all over him, great at sports to the point he didn’t even have to try to be good at them and generally was very likable. winning him the high popularity throughout high school and university

is what most people would say but you? you’d say quite the opposite, sure he was smart but he’s cocky. a know it all—the type to push his opinion in your face and make it seem like you were small. he was good looking sure. but he was a totally jerk about it man-whoring with every girl he got the chance. and him being great a sports?—you say he just bribed every teacher and coach like he does to get ahead of everything. that stupid smug grin and wink he’d flash just for good measures. to say the least you despised kang taehyun with your whole heart.

but it wasn’t always this way, in fact you knew him in high school and you both weren’t exactly friends but you weren’t exactly acquaintances. you two were both in the same friend circle and you had started liking him… sure you were still getting to know him but he seemed really smart, he was kinda shy which seemed to add to his charm, and honestly he was pretty fun to hangout with.

him just being himself made your usual loud and outgoing-self pretty timid around him, wanting to make a good impression.

that was until you were hanging out with some friends—and taehyun made a harsh comment maybe jokingly that cut deep. to you, in front of all those people made your whole world stop spinning—the kind of feeling where the words sting, lingering in your mind long after the laughter fades, like you’re caught between wanting to laugh it off and wanting to shrink into the background. and to make things worse he noticed and he still laughed.

and you never forgot it.

you laughed it off in front of others but it hurt, and it stuck. it’s honestly been so long you started to forget what he even said, you were a pretty outgoing person, sometimes speaking too quickly and dressing maybe a little too bold for high school. maybe it was about your voice, something else you were insecure about. but whatever he said stuck.

you started to keep a healthy distance between yourself and him instead of just upright confronting him, and when you grew defensive making sharp comments towards him, he started to assume you now hated him, so he doubled down-better to act like it was all a game than admit he was wrong, that he cared.

besides absolutely getting embarrassed by your former crush

the two of you both started to feel this awkward tension that neither of you chose to address and decided to replace with sharp bitter remarks and the urge to do everything to one up him, make him feel like how he made you that day, which totally didn’t work. despite taehyun being an absolute jerk to you, he really was a good person, like genuinely he was kind and cared for people.

but when it came to you?

it was just awkward tension that filled the room and his only way of dealing with it was making your life absolute hell. that time you wanted to run for lass president? he made sure he ran as well and somehow got more votes than you, purposely scoring higher grades than you on exams just to get under your skin. it was always a competition, one you couldn’t win. thankfully that all ended once you graduated high school and parted ways with taehyun—life suddenly wasn’t so bad. you were even able to get into a great university and everything was great—

until you realized you couldn’t actually afford to live on your own… great. just great. i mean SURE, maybe… you had A FEW terrible spending habits—like ordering food when your fridge had things in it, your totally justifiable need for cute stationery—but you didn’t realize it had gotten this bad?? like it wasn’t your fault rent and textbooks were criminally overpriced… you thought maybe you could power through with some part time job, maybe selling a few clothes you hadn’t worn anymore. but the math wasn’tmathing.. and you weren’t trying to end up homeless for the sake of pride… so you did what any desperate student would do—post an open call for a roommate…

you made the post in all the local student housing groups:

“hi!! looking for a chill roommate to split rent with :) i’m clean, responsible, can cook sometimes, message me if interested!”

and then you waited.

and waited.

and waited…

OH my god how long is this going to take???-

why didn’t anyone tell you it was actually THIS hard to find someone who wasn’t creepy, ghosting you after the first message, or looking to “share a bed for bonding purposes *smirk emojis*”—???— it was actual hell. this one guy named yeonjun said they needed the place only on weekends so they could “crash with their situationship on weekdays,” another literally tried to turn the roommate application into a job interview: what are your top five strengths and weaknesses? who even asks that dude??? just when you were about to give up all hope and turn on your personal playlist dedicated to crying

and regretting all your life choices!

ding

a message.

“HOLY SHI-“ you screamed and jumped up re-reading the notification. after THREE (yes only 72 hours…) long, soul-crushing days, you got a NORMAL offer to split an apartment. finally—someone normal, someone decent, someone who responded in full sentences. maybe—just maybe—things were looking up.

…until you saw the name on the message request.

kang. taehyun.

you stared at your screen, blinking. “WHAT THE HELL?” you screamed again in the span of one minute…

no-

no. no no no no n o.

there’s literally no way. did the universe just… hand-select your worst nightmare and present him to you on a silver platter with a “roommate” label on top??? you must’ve committed serious sins in a past life. something had to explain this level of karmic retribution. and the worst part? his message was SO normal..?

“hey, saw your post in the housing group. looking for a roommate too. can split rent 50/50. i cook, clean, and don’t mind noise.”

like he TOTALLY didn’t dedicate all of high school to ruining your life one petty move at a time. same person that made that joke that you can’t even remember but only could remember how painful it was to hear..

this couldn’t be real.

so you simply closed the app.

reopened it.

the message was still there.

you closed it again.

restarted your phone.

reopened the app again.

kang taehyun. your only offer. so yeah. you were either about to make the worst decision of your life or become one of those delusional people who think they can ‘emotionally detach from reality and live in denial’ … i mean taehyun, sure was a jerk to you—but that was a while ago. and he was pretty nice to his family?- so maybe it wouldn’t be that bad- maybe he’d somehow forget about you and you wouldn’t have to relive that awkward tension again..

either way, rent was due, you had to make a choice. so you did, you accept kang taehyun offer

“hey! sounds great, you can come over this friday around 11am if that’s good? just to checkout the apartment and whatnot :)!”

you hit send, you stared at your phone after hitting send. and almost instantly he thumbs up the message—

yea, you were really doing this…

———

i mean yes, you DID tell him to come by exactly at “11am on friday”and yes. it is exactly 10:55am ON friday—i mean you knew this day would come sooner or later just not exactly THIS soon…

after nervously walking in circles around the apartment—going through ever possible cringy scenarios, you decide to sit at one of the bar stools at the counter. anxiously tapping your nails against marble slab… it’s not like you weren’t totally about to make the WORSE decision of your life sharing an apartment with the same person that literally made your life miserable?

“ughhhhhhh” you groaned into your hands

i mean you MAY or MAY NOT have stalked his instagram after agreeing to let him check out the place—it’s the only responsible thing to do right? gotta see what type of person he was…right? totally wasn’t absolutely drooling over him?? OKAY maybe he had gotten a little more attractive than you remembered and sure you hated him with all your guts but you did have a little crush buried under all that hate…

i mean god—the way he’d really grown out of that boyish look… every picture looked handcrafted by god.

he posted a mirror selfie in a hoodie and you literally had to sit down after whispering “sir” out loud. to your phone.

oh my god.

his skin looks like it’s made of soft light. he could step on m-

ding

you looked down at your phone to see his messages:

“hey are you home? i’ve been knocking for a bit”

HE WAS HERE??(yes. in fact he was. it was currently 11:03am.) you jumped up out of the stool, nearly tripping over your own foot—your hands frantically smoothed down your shirt, running through a thousand phrases to greet him with. you unlocked the door. and there he was. kang taehyun, in the flesh. and somehow even more annoyingly good-looking in person?? like actually unfairly attractive. and tall. why was he taller??? when did that happen??

“hey, thanks for letting me see the place.” he said casually, as if the universe wasn’t actively mocking you by being in this situation even. you forced a smile, one that carried years of unresolved trauma.

“long time no see, taehyun.”

he blinked.

you waited.

still blinking.

“y-y/n???” he finally blurted, eyes wide like he just got hit in the face with a textbook. “it’s actually you??”

you raised an eyebrow. “who else would it be?” you shot back, arms crossed.

he ran a hand through his hair and groaned. “jesus—i didn’t think it’d actually be you. i thought maybe someone else just had the same name or something.” you scoffed. “so… you didn’t recognize me from the post?”

“no! like, not at all. you didn’t have a profile picture—just a dog icon and a very vague ‘about me’ which could honestly describe like, half the student body.??”

you crossed your arms. “yeah, well, desperate times.” you tried to sound unbothered, edgy and totally not like you were on the verge of loosing your place if he didn’t agree“damn….” he mumbled quietly. stepping inside anyway.

“you must really need help with your rent, huh?”he snorted “you’re literally the one who responded to my post.” it was already starting again the bickering. he shrugged like it didn’t matter. like everything was a game and he was already winning.

you followed behind him, watching him scan the place, of course he didn’t say it, but you could tell—he liked it. he liked this

“place is nice,” he finally said, hands in his pockets. he looked around, then turned to face you. “this still sucks though”

you blinked. “what?”

“you and me. same roof. not exactly a dream team, right?” you stared. “wow, look at you—still insufferable.”“and yet,” he said, smirking, “you still agreed to share with me”

“again. desperate times.” you cut him

off, glaring at him from the counter. he walked up to you slowly yet so deliberately, arms crossed. backing you into the counter “right. so we’re clear then? we’re not gonna do the whole ‘we’re best friends now we’ll forget about old stuff’ thing?“

you rolled your eyes so hard it hurt.

“oh, thank god. i was actually worried you might’ve grown up.”he smiled like ACTUALLY smiled... and then he spoke now he was towering over you

(i mean you both were basically almost the same height be goodness he felt taller by a lot…)

“yeah, just not in places where you’re concerned.” you blinked, WHAT? he’s grown up- IN PLACES?? WHAT PLACES? WHERE? was he talking about his body-?! you literally were internally screaming but on the outside you kept the calm façade—

“no promises though” he continued

you clenched your jaw. taking a deep breath (which was more for your mental sanity than anything)

he smiled wider.

“so… we doing this?” he asked, way too casually. “roommates?”you stared at him.

every bone in your body said don’t do it.

“…yeah. sure, we can do this.” “cool,” he said, pushing off his feet and tossing you a lazy thumbs up. “don’t worry. i’ll try not to ruin your life this time.”

you gave him a look.

he winked.

you shut the door in his face—not completely, but just enough to get the last word. and just like that, it’s begun all over again.

———

somehow you’ve successfully managed to avoid all interactions with taehyun,

I mean sure you’ve had an unhealthy amount of bickering with him.

petty argues and some very—VERY embarrassing moments during class, which may or may not have been from you raising your voice louder than necessary to get your point across to your seat mate

(aka taehyun)

due to him testing your patience.

but aside from that you’ve successfully ignored him despite having to also live with him!

somehow working together to pay rent on time and keep the place pretty clean

and thankfully you’ve outgrown your childish crush over him (or convinced yourself that you have)

i mean sure taehyun was really smart, witty, always was ready with quick, sharp—calculated replies which should’ve frustrated you more than anything but something about the way the corner of his lips would curl into a smirk, his teeth slightly showing and his eyes having that knowing look.

that look of ‘yeah, i know you enjoy this stuff’

that made your heart flutter wayyy more than it should have

and when you’d think of a quick reply—one that would actually catch him off guard. he would run a hand in his hair, that was one of your personal favorites.

WAIT wait

no…

you definitely did NOT like him.

he was a jerk to you only.

he treated everyone else normally, not to mention that joke he made about you. the one you couldn’t remember but you know the damage it did and you swore you’d do everything to make Kang Taehyuns life horrible.

is what you kept telling yourself but goodness it was hard—anytime you would feel yourself starting to swoon for him you’d recite that to yourself like a ritual, as if that’d change your fast developing feelings for him.

but as of lately, it hasn’t been working.

so you decided to completely distract yourself from him and get an entirely new love interest!

yes! this is a very horrible thing to do.

poor eunwoo was a victim to one of your insane plans…

he was really smart, not top of the class smart like taehyun but he was up there—he was funny too, his dimples would show before he even started smiling. he was too cute really.

you had the courage to talk to him and exchange numbers, and well things were going pretty smooth.

it wasn’t like “oh yeah we’re officially dating” smooth—but it was a good start to take your mind off of your developing feelings for taehyun.

in fact it didn’t take your mind off of him, it made it VERY worse…

which taehyun started noticing.

despite you feeling like he cheated his way through class through the favor of his teachers—taehyun was actually very observant and very much so noticed your obvious stares at his lips during the two of yours bickering.

the way you’d swallow lightly, part your lips, and look down at his lips like you were making it your personal goal to seduce him (maybe a little bit)

of course taehyun never panicked, not outwardly at least but the steady unease he felt.

that tension that coiled in his stomach… when you both shared in your daily routine bickering—he felt his self control slip.

those cute pink shorts you’d wear. the way you’d fiddle with the ends of the shorts when you got annoyed—like you were begging for him to slip it off and just take care of you right there

fuck.. he could feel himself getting worked up thinking about it. and to make things a lotworse.

you lived in the same apartment

the same space

you were always a hallway apart and that made it more torturous. and now it was february 13th, the day before valentine’s day.

well technically it was already february 14th since it was past midnight but who cares about technicalities…

you were making a gift for eunwoo in the kitchen. trying your best not to make too much of a mess because—if he (taehyun your insufferable roommate) found out.

he would never let this go…

today you had spent all day earlier picking out cute chocolates from very odd looking shops.. "fancy imported chocolate" labeled from a very quirky looking boutique...

you didn't bother to read the label too carefully (it was cute, and you were flustered).

the ladies there eying you up and down telling you that you needed to buy “other exotic toys” that made you pay and rush out the shop as fast as possible feeling flustered to what they were possibly alluding too.. and then the cute little plushies you’d found for him!

and well, you thought this would be the perfect time to prepare the cute little gift for him since taehyun was out cold asleep

you were assembling the gift and remembered the card you had wrote for eunwoo was left in your bedroom—the card you wrote was simple at best, you didn’t know if he had felt the same way or already had someone in mind so you decided to keep the card neutral mostly

“happy valentine’s day eunwoo~ i hope you like these chocolates and the small plushies… maybe we can hangout sometime? xx”

you were absolutely sure your plan was smooth and bulletproof, there’s no way this could fail…

until

you heard noise coming from the kitchen.

you were sure you were the only awake

you saw taehyun leave the house, come back talking about how tired he was and waltz into his room…

you hadn’t heard one of the hallway doors open

you felt chills run down your spine and your heart started to race, you grabbed the nearest object in your room.

a hello kitty vase—a new piece you got to fill your very empty desk.

you slowly walked out your room,

step-by-step you walked down the hallway, lifting the vase—and—and?!

“taehyun?!” you screamed, causing his eyes to shoot up. you caught him mid way eating the chocolates you had put together for eunwoo “what the hell are you doing?!” you yelled, rushing over—sitting the vase down on the counter

you looked down on the counter, different packages were scattered but one particular chocolate tin you had spent the most on, was opened—the heart shaped chocolates eaten and the wrappers scattered all around the counter, he had ate basically all the chocolates in the tin.

you felt like out of all the things he’d done this was the lowest so far..

“what? this wasn’t for everyone?” he cocked his head to the side, smirking slightly.

you felt tears rush to your eyes and you tried your absolute hardest to blink away the tears.

and it happened again—the bickering

the yelling, the finger pointing. you walked up closer to taehyun looking into his eye “you knew i was giving that to eunwoo! you’re such a jerk! you-you’ve been ruining my life since i could remember and once i finally—start moving on you ruin it again!” you

felt your heart starting to beat faster “weren’t you supposed to be asleep?! are you just messing with me—are you trying to ruin my life?!”

you were going on and on. and admittedly you were waiting for him to reply—to give a sharp witted response but you slowly stopped speaking.. taehyuns eye contact became so—intense.

lingering. then he finally spoke

"ooooh~desperate times, huh? going full rom-com with cheap chocolate?"

he said breathlessly, shifting the weight on his feet. something was off

but contrast to his words, more noticeable his gaze traveled over you in a way that seemed unintentional like he acted on impulse with no control—but definitely wasn’t very subtle. he tugged at the collar of his shirt, panting now

“what’s wrong with you?” you snapped “you look insane right now…” you mumbled

taehyun closed his eyes and ran a hand in his hair and something in the air changed, thicker and warmer

"what the hell did you feed me?" he snapped. you frowned because you didn’t feed him anything

HE went through your stuff

“actually i didn’t feed you anything, you went through my stuff” you glared, and he cut his eyes towards you.

“but fine i’ll check since you look like you’re about to have a full on allergic reaction” you huffed.

mumbling something about you ‘wouldn’t mind if he choked to death’

you grabbed the chocolate tin to read the ingredients. squinting your eyes to make out the small cursive writing and oh my god.. your eyes widened. gulping slightly

"Sensual Delight~Arousal~enhancing truffles. infused with natural aphrodisiac herbs.”

your stomach dropped.

and your head snapped up to where taehyun was leaning on the kitchen counter, now more flushed and to what looks like he was slightly trembling.

you looked back down to read it again to make sure you read that right, and oh no.. the chocolate was definitely real. he was definitely starting to feel it now.

"t-taehyun" your mumbled, panic creeping in slowly but surely steadily

“don't freak out, kay?”

he was already sweating, eyes looking hazy—his pupils were blown wide, and his skin looked too warm, like his body was trying to keep up with something it didn’t understand. something it shouldn’t be feeling

“i don’t know what aphrodisiac are but- it says something about arousal enhancing—erotic chocolates for the night-“ you mumbled and you swore you saw taehyuns eyes turn red

you would feel threatened but then you noticed the boner that was painfully obvious right now… you knew he wanted to be mad but—the effects of the chocolate were running overdrive due to how many he actually ate (aka almost the entire tin)

“what the hell y/n?! you’re telling me you don’t know what the fuck aphrodisiacs are? you just drugged me and—and now your telling me not to freak out?-!" he rose his voice as he spoke, leaning his head back.

panting like a dog at this point

"it was—! i didn't know, okay? I thought it was just chocolate. It was supposed to be for eunwoo … you weren’t even supposed to eat those and i swear i didn’t know what it was?!—"

you said it with such genuine remorse it kinda made him more pissed off, the fact you really were planning to give these chocolates away.

eunwoo would’ve been the one worked up, and he started thinking about the things he would’ve done to you while the two of you were alone…

he took a step forward and you took a step back instinctively, which only made him tense further

“it was for eunwoo is what you mean right..” the name leaves his mouth like it's toxic

then softer, and somehow worse

"why the fuck is it always eunwoo—huh? you think pretty boy eunwoo is gonna really like these chocolates? did you really not know what these were? you think i believe you’re that naive?”

he backed you up to the fridge

“taehyun no—i really didn’t-“ he scoffed walking closer to you “was it your goal to get him hard and horny huh?” he clicked his tongue “little slut wanting to drug him up? wanted him to fuck you senseless?” taehyun bit his bottom lip, chewing it between his teeth. laughing softly “cause i’m really horny right now and god it hurts so bad and i wouldn’t mind doing that” he groaned letting a sigh slip from his lips.

your back hit the fridge door.

your eyes looked glossy.. mind hazy at the thought and you’d hate to admit but—the thought of it was turning you on more than you’d like to admit, thighs squeezing together

"don't-don't look at me like i'm some freak. i didn't ask for this." he gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

the tent in his pants incredibly obvious right now.

“god y/n i just wanna kiss you senseless” he leaned his head down to your neck, and you felt your pulse rise… the way he was sniffing you like an animal—the way you could tell he wasn’t using a single thought right now

“admit that you were a jerk for eating the chocolates” you mumbled looking at him.

he groaned “y-y/n…you don't understand what it's doing to me, come on—you can’t get me horny like this" he whined “i can’t even think straight—everything is so hot and hazy and the only thing i can think about is you touching me” he swallowed

he whined his last few words, he was pressing onto you. and more than you’d like to admit… eunwoo was out the picture, you almost felt bad for taehyun—and thoughts of helping him seeped into your brain

he took a deep breath, inhaling your scent "you smell like something i want to bite into, and god .. i can't stop thinking about your mouth on mine”

you couldn’t breathe.

you started feeling this rush in your blood, this urge to give into him… the more you tried to convince yourself that you really had no feelings for him the more you wanted to give in—your voice lowered into a whisper

"then why don't you?"

a pause.

beat.

stillness.

WHAT? you wondered why you even said such a thing—then he tore himself away from you like it physically hurt

"because you didn't mean to give me those fucking chocolates," he said bitterly. biting his lip so hard you swore it was bleeding.

he stepped away. and for some reason you stood there, pressed against the fridge wishing he would’ve just taken you there.

despite you repeating to yourself “he was a jerk—i could never blah blah blah-“ you were honestly starting to

want to give into the urge of letting your impulses win… to forget about what happened.

you wouldn’t right?

he hurt you but to be fair, although he did go through your stuff for eunwoo (and you honestly weren’t even that mad about)

it’s not like you hadn’t purposely got into eunwoo to keep your mind off taehyun and get under his skin…

so somehow you convinced yourself to go to his room and apologize…at least try too—this wasn’t totally impulsive?

won’t be wrong to go into his room right??

the walk down too his room felt excruciatingly dreadful the tension was so strong and admittedly you started feeling that tension pool in your stomach, you knew you should’ve left him alone but—you were greedy and somewhere deep in your heart you’d always wanted this

taehyun was in his room, back leaned against his door—low sound leaves his throat, frustrated and helpless.

he shouldn’t have did this, he’d never had aphrodisiacs before but he knew what it did.

it physically built off of tension, it thrived off of friction

he knew touching himself would make it worse but god…it hurt so badly and he thought maybe palming himself over his pants would stop the tension

he gasped and whispered into the empty room…to the ache in his chest and lower

"fucking hell, m’gonna cum …."

he bit his lip to to hold in his moans. he cursed. again. his eyes fluttered shut

"what's h—hhhah—ppening to me” he groaned as he pressed down, this was a record… he was already about to cum after exactly thirty seconds of languidly, messily palming himself.

god he was feeling so sensitive… and he did actually cum—mewling out on accident, the moans ripping through his throat—“hhahhh- s-shit shit m’cumming-“ he mumbled to himself barely holding himself up.

he felt weak, shaky and to make things worse. it didn’t help at all, it only enhanced his urges more

taehyun never regularly jerked off—but he was feeling so needy and desperate he didn’t care anymore. fumbling to unbutton his pants—his movements pausing when he heard the knock on his door…

"taehyun?" your voice was quiet, guilty. "can i come in?"

he stiffens at the thought of you walking into a room so small with him

"no"

"i—just-listen, i really didn't mean for that to happen, i came to say-"

"i said no"

it was silent…

you looked down at his door knob, he did tell no.. but it wouldn’t hurt to see if the door was locked—right

you twisted the door open and to your surprise it wasn’t locked

"taehyun? i know you're mad—and rightfully so—" you said quietly as you walked into the room, eyes widening at the sight of him leaning against his desk

“y/n?!” he shouted “w-what are you doing i’m-“ he was still huffing heavy breaths out, his entire body flushed and damp from sweat.

“i-im trying to talk to you but you keep running off—! and you keep saying confusing things and—i just want to help..” you mumbled looking at the sight of him

you did really start to feel bad for him…he did looked really—really bad—but did you really want to help him or were you just being greedy again? (surprise you didn’t really wanna help him!!)

he spoke again-voice cracked broken

“y-y/n... stop” he whined “you don't get it”

you stared at him, shaking your head ‘no’

he took slow steps towards you "i don't curse. i don't need to curse, because I'm supposed to be the smart one—the guy who keeps it together. but i'm losing it—every time i try to stop thinking about you, it just gets worse."

you gulped, the room feeling smaller and hotter. you should’ve nodded, walked out the room.

you shouldn’t have even let yourself catch feelings for him.

you shouldn’t have even agreed to let him share the apartment with you but you didn’t know when to stop hm?

he stopped right in front of you, his gaze snaps to “It's like it's rewiring me, making me see you all—weird. i can’t tell if i’m horny because of the chocolate or just you…i hate you for what you do to me and all you ev-“

everything in your mind was telling you don’t do it but you couldn’t take it anymore, impulsively you pulled the collar of his shirt and smashed his lips onto yours—he gasped stumbling forward. it wasn’t long until his fingers latched onto your waist, his hands traveled swiftly—mapping out the expanse of your body.

the kiss was messy to say the least, his tongue pushing past your lips.

his brain completely shut off, finally letting the aphrodisiacs take control. his hands squeezed all over you, grabbed and pulling you to sit down on the bed.

the ache in his legs feeling more pronounced—something he couldn’t ignore now.

hurting to be point he couldn’t help but press his hand against the bulge, gasping into your mouth once he felt the friction. hips pathetically rubbing against himself—bucking into his hand.

he broke away from the kiss with a high whiny moan, so spent from just touching himself over his pants, panting against your lips. eyes blown wide and glossy staring deep into you “hhahh—y/n can you pleeaase touch me? please-please-please?” he kissed down your neck with such urgency

you were hesitant until you felt his hand guide yours onto his bulge. his hands digging into the soft flesh of your waist as his lips worked on your neck.

his now free hands grabbing at every part of you while he humped into you like a feral dog in heat

he was kissing—biting—licking down your throat until he felt you squeeze him over his pants. and he’s pretty sure he had came just from the friction of that “hhhahh—d-don’t squeeze sssso hard” he whined.

eyes shut tightly, head buried in your neck as his body slumped against yours. despite his whimpers he shamelessly started grinding against your hand, panting against your neck.

with your hand rested right on top of his bulge you started to feel and notice (the very obvious!!) sticky wet patch forming on his pants from the amount of times he’s came—once you realized that… something in your brain flipped—sure you felt bad (to some degree) that he was so hard and horny but think of the possibilities!!

you could finally get back at him for all those times he’d made your life hell!

and your brain started running with possibilities—but your hands moved faster—palming him again

and the whimpers he let out were…

sinful to say the least …

and you started to rub your thighs together faster. maybe getting too carried away at the thought ..

“w-wait slow-slow! to hard—hahhh—i think i’m gonna c-cum-“ he stuttered, tears forming in the corner of his eye “its s’good—m’cumming!! c-cumming-!” he’d whine out for the fifth time, gasping air while bucking into your hand trying to get any more possible friction that he could use to ride out his high.

“ahh- y/n ttthank you- thank you“ he said between puffs of air—leaning his forehead against yours—“i-iit hurt s’much” his eyes glossy with tears from how good it felt

and you almost started feeling bad…well clearly you didn’t feel that bad because shortly afterwards you made him beg to just get touched by you.

and he did it oh so willingly you would’ve forgot this was the same boy who acted like he was better than you daily

you started to push him back against the headboard of his bed “mm-what are you doing?” he spoke breathlessly—his back slumped and hair messily stuck to his forehead. his boba eyes staring up at you through his hair

ignoring his question—you swung your legs over his hips—rocking your hips side to side as you straddled him. the quiet curses and whines didn’t go unnoticed

you pulled down his sweatpants and his boxers in one go, his cock springing free. your mouth went dry at the sight…he was really really big—his member flushed and sticky from the amount of precum (and cum) he’d already let out…

little spurts just spewing just from the cold air hitting the sensitive tip

and not to mention the faces he made…

pure ecstasy as his dick got impossibly more erect. his whimpers and moans muffled as he tried to swallow them in

the sight of him made you lick your lips because, as much as you hated to admit it… you’d been waiting for this day (well maybe not exactly this scenario) but! an opportunity to be control over him like this felt so powerful!!

you drug your finger up his base, one by one wrapping your fingers around him.

you could feel his body trembling at the contact and the lewd sound he made when you started stroking was so erotic it could only make you rub your thighs together tighter

you slapped his member—emitting a loud moan from him “dd-don’t do this to me y/n” his words slurred.

the sight of him, head thrown back, slumped on the bed was so pleasing.

with that warm feeling pooling up in your stomach you couldn’t help but grind onto him as your hands stroked him. his eyes shot open and his hands flew you your waist, gripping onto you

“ahhh! s-sshit! s-stop stop!” he begged “it’s too s-ssensitive” he whined, but his body said another word. as it matched the pace you were grinding into him, mindlessly bucking up into you

drool forming on the corner of his lips from how dumbed out he was

“so dirty” you huffed trying to control your breathy gasps “i bet you wanted to get horny like this mmhm? little whore knew what these were and you ate them so you could hard yeah? get touched? wanted to cum by me yeah?”

he shook his head weakly barely forming a sentence “nnno—i sswear!—i-i didn’t know you- you’re the one who bought them—hahh—you wanted e-eunwoo horny” his moans getting more breathy as his body couldn’t help but cum again, his back arching. the tears from the corner of his eye started to fall down his face “ahh y/n” tears falling from his eye “ss-sso sensitive” his voice cracked—hands weakly gripping onto you to stop your movements.

you kept stroking him even after his orgasm, rubbing his mushroom tip—pushing your thumb into it…

squeezing his dick was enough to have his head thrown back, eyes rolling as he spurt out ropes again crying about how great it felt

you lifted up your now sticky hand up to his jaw, forcing him to look at you smashing your lips onto his. the kiss was a fight for dominance and control—you forced your tongue into his mouth, teeth clashing against yours

meanwhile taehyuns hands found its way under your shirt, groping at your breast from over your bra causing you to break away from the kiss for a moment

“don’t fucking touch me” you breathed out earning a whine from taehyun “bbut i need something to hold” he swallowed.

you didn’t bother replying, rolling your eyes at his response. “take this off” you mumbled fingers pulling at his shirt before connecting your lips back to his” hands planted on either side of his face

taehyun would like to think he was about to gain a sliver of control for a moment but he felt himself getting hard again and he hated to admit the fact he was willingly letting himself think through his dick, so willingly to tear off his shirt for you

once he took off his shirt, you rested your bare hands on his chest. bitting your bottom lip slightly at the feel of his skin under your hands. feeling the goosebumps that flooded through his skin.

suddenly it started feeling a bit too good…it wouldn’t be that bad to indulge right?

your lips planted onto his neck—then his collarbone, leaving bite marks on his skin. precum dribbling down his cock, he his hands shamelessly caressing your body. feeling you up squeezing your soft skin “hahh—yy/nnn c-can i suck your tits-?” he licked his lips, looking at your eyes like a begging child

you scoffed against his skin but then you thought about it… maybe you could indulge a little? he seemed eager anyways (honestly you were just as turned on as he was)

so you nodded, you leaned back. he rushed to take off your shirt, then latching his lips onto your exposed skin. hands fumbling to unsnap your bra before he finally unhooked it, eyes falling to your tits that fell out your bra “f-fuck you’re so pretty, the way they just fell out…” he bit his lip “can i touch them? like-like grab them?”

he started grinding his hips against yours needing friction, his dick rubbing against your clothed core

“you don’t have explain it” you swallowed closing your eyes trying to gain and form of sanity back. “just do it..” you nodded giving him the permission. he wasted no time before he started squeezing at them “god- it’s so soft” he mumbled,

his cock spurting little bits of creamy liquid out..

he was practically drooling when his mouth latched onto your nipple, the whine he let out as he sucked… his free hand squeezing and rolling your nipple in his fingers

as much as you tried to fight the small breathy whines and quiet moans fighting to leave your mouth—

you couldn’t help but let some escape as your back arched into his touch

your hands finding his hair, pulling at it lightly. “agh—taehyun-“ you moaned as his lips left one side to move to your other breast, kneading the one he finished working on with his hand.

his drool falling all down your chest.

you cupped his face before separating him from you chest, he whined at the loss of contact yet his hands still cupped your breast

he was about to complain before you you pushed his swole lips onto yours, he completely melting into the kiss

you pushed him back against the headboard, hastily peeling your shorts and underwear off. underwear sticky from your arousal

taehyun groaned, feeling dribbled of pre leak out of him. watching as your thumb swirled on his tip “a-are you gonna put it in?” he huffed out

“if you stop talking—then yeah maybe i will” you nodded as stroked him languidly

he hummed which sounded more like a needy moan, you took a shaky breath before rubbing his tip against your folds, biting your lips to hold in your moans (which didn’t work as well as you thought)

his head lolling back, as you rubbed against him. “—y/n m’gonna c-cum” he moaned

“if you cum m’not letting you in” you said breathlessly—and he nearly cried because he had so many aphrodisiacs he couldn’t even stop it… his face flushing bright red as bits of cum spewed out “f-fuck that isn’t fair y/n i-i can’t” he whined…biting down on his lip “m’trying so hard” he mumbled

god it was so cute watching him like this… you didn’t even bother preparing yourself for his length—you were just as hungry, no greedy as he was for you—you guided his tip to your entrance sinking down into him completely taking him all in, you and taehyun moaning in sync. the sudden sensation for taehyun and the burning stretch—filling your body with a burning fire that turned into delicious pleasure

your hips grinding into him to settle in just before you lifted up—then slamming down onto him, causing his hands to hold you in place

“w-wait m’still sensitive don’t move” he choked out—his body however moving on it’s own, bucking up into you… the quick friction making taehyun see stars the new sensation of your gummy walls fluttering around him made his vision blurry

he moaned out as his creamy liquids filling you causing your walls to flutter around him “f-fuck!” he whined realizing what happened. he just came inside… tears started welling in his eyes as he started rambling “i-i can’t believe that happened—i-i’m so sorry s-shit” he spoke as his hips steadily rocked into yours his body craving that friction

after recovering from the stretch and taehyuns premature cum you grabbed his jaw forcing him up “shut the fuck up” you snapped before lifting up and sinking down. enjoying a sweet moan from him

curse the aphrodisiacs making him so sensitive because the sudden stimulation on his cock causing him to drool “hahhh—i-it hurts-it hurts-it hhurts” he moaned as he lifted his hips up to match your thrusts

“o-one minute it feels good and the next your ww-whining it hurts which one fucking is it?” you groaned feeling his tip push against you causing you to moan “s-shit y/n this is so crazy-“

he panted as his hips thrusted up into yours like a dog in heat “y/n it feels so good— f-fuck when i saw your name on the housing… i was hoping it was you” he moaned “wanted it to be you so bad” he gasped feeling his orgasm nearing “wanted you to ride me like this” he whined

your throat went dry at the thought—was this the chocolates speaking?

was this because of the high he was nearing?

you felt your stomach turn at the thought but you pushed it aside kissing his lips

his hands moving to roll your nipples between his fingers, feeling your high nearing—you rubbed your fingers over you sensitive bud—feeling the tight tension snap. your movements slowly as your cum spilled over his cock

taehyun already sensitive from his previous orgasms and the aphrodisiacs chased his orgasm, holding you hips and thrusting into you. following you shortly afterwards

and he swore he saw stars

his head falling back against the headboard as he came down from his high, his body buzzing from sensation—his eyes hazy

coming down from your high you, slid out of him—falling aside him, breath heavy as you looked up at the ceiling.

taehyun completely spent, heavy breathes filling the room

everything in your life was starting to change at that very moment

because in your mind you were replaying everything that happened and now you were longing to hear him say those words again that he wanted to be roommates with you

that he was hoping you were the same person he thought you were on the housing

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obsessive-daydreamer · 3 days ago

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You're a real one, honestly.

Thank you tanya

Alright, I want to tag everyone in the server. But I don't know everyone's tumblr tags, so that's not happening. Here's a few:

@roterstern Literally one of my best mates. We talk literally all the time, you make beautiful art and have made art specifically for me, which I ogle every day. I know we became friends because I wrote filthy Lore/Hugh smut for you, and it's the most important fic to me for that reason. I get excited every time the little online symbol pops up on discord, and I 100% overshare constantly with you. And you accept it every single time. I cherish our conversations, and every discussion that we have means the world to me, whether you think it was silly or not.

@tanyayoung-322 (who tagged me) ^ as I said at the very top. You're very lovely and are one of the people I met at the beginning. Somehow one of the most tolerant people (of me) that I know. Even though I'm a nasty British bitch

@hawkstar5 literally the number 1 supporter of the discord server, love you for that. Actually, was the first person i got to know on tumblr. We met through smutty roleplay. Another person I've met through smut - fancy that.

@xm0-m0x For being British and really funny. You also draw some banging art, which I realised today I forget to respond to half the time, but I can guarantee I do stare at it for ages. Heart emoji, heart emoji, boobies emoji.

@dawnkiller08 This one is a little out of the blue but I'm pretty sure we met on TikTok. I sometimes tag you in ask games because in my head you're a treasured mutual. (Hope the tagging doesn't annoy you 😭) You also drew Lore with cat ears (had to double check this because it was so long ago. Your account was very long and my hand hurts from scrolling right to the bottom, but I can confirm. The post is indeed there).

@drfuckerm-d ngl mate i really like you. And slag. I love the little video things you do with the sound overlays too. I've actually watched some of them on repeat bc im kind of addicted to your art style.

@dataentryspecialist BRO I ALMOST FORGOT YOU. If I remember correctly, you were the first person I ever dmed on tumblr? Or maybe it was the second...not sure. But I wanted to bookbind Electric Excavations and you gave me the big thumbs up and so far only one (of probably something ridiculous like 15) books has been bounf. 1.3 million words is INSANE. I currently have the second part stashed in a pillow waiting for when I return to bookbinding and can bind it. I'm making it my goal for 2027. Maybe 2028.

(Also means I need to redownload Electric Excavations and my computer is really going to hate me but ohh wellllll...)

I'm also tagging other people I'm friends with on the server but forgot the tumblr handles for ily <33

favirote moots?

(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

Okay wait

@ibrokeurheartbcuzubrokemine @foliverfalls @allyeilishh @addisonraesbaby @emiliesblohsh @bilsslut @noodleswashere @bilsbabyy @bitchesbrokenpromises @billsdollie

#ask game

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bewitched-hours · 16 hours ago

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Im being a greedy lil anon >:33 (I have another idea)

Bazically, [READER] is like Telamon/Zhedletzky, they were a god like him, had wingz, etc y'know all that jazz.

And they uzed to take care of 1x! They loved the lil fella, alwayz making zure she felt loved, and playing with him. They were like a mother towardz them. But one day, they got zent away, like hibernating for many yearz.

And they alzo got Forzakened! But unfortunately, they're abzolutely forced to smile, unable to show any other emotion. Zadnezz? Nope. Anger? Only a wider zmile and showing even more teeth. Fear? A smaller zmile, but it can turn larger. Tirednezz? Just a zmall zmile.

But in the round with 1x, they THOUGHT zhe waz a zurvivor. But it zeemz he hates them.

They thought they were just being.. weirder then normal, nothing bad, right?

Wrong. Zo zo wrong.

1x1x1x1 zlammed them to the ground, zaying terrible thingz about them, zaying how they failed to protect them, etc. Until finally he grabbed at their wingz (if you didn't know, bird wingz are very zenzitive), tugging and pulling az hard az they pozzibly could, before she grabbed the root of the wingz finally ripping them out. [READER] zcreamed in abzolute agony, tearz pouring down their face, a rare frown on their face. Az they dezperately tried to claw into the ground, but the pain waz way too much for them. 1x1x1x1 just discarded the wingz next to them, didn't even feel bad for [READER], just thought they failed her too.

When [READER] for teleported back into the lobby, they were dripping blood, and extremely weak. They just went into the cabin, wrapping their woundz, and didn't go out. They hardly even went into roundz.

Anywhoooo, idk if this is like angzt or anything (I'm horrible at telling if it iz or not) but happy writing!

MAKE SURE TO FUCKING TAKE CARE OF YOURZELF OR IM GOING TO BE IN YOUR FUCKING VENTZ.

-zanon

ZANON YOU CHEEKY LITTLE CHEF- I LOVE IT!!! Although, I'll say the wings are back after the round because I think it'll make for better angst when the reader can still feel the pain even though the consequences were nulled- Also, I got a little confused but I hope this was what you wanted and sorry for not including the smile part (⸝⸝⸝-﹏-⸝⸝⸝)

Reader gets She/They~

Things started out perfect.

You were a god, adored by many and hated by few. Usually just cultists that thought you were an insult to their god or delusions.

It was amusing... Though you usually spent time with your fellow gods.

Especially Telamon. He had a knack for lighting up the mood even though he usually did as he pleased.

But he did make one thing you would never forget. 1x1x1x1. 1x for short.

The little one was absolutely adorable, you couldn't believe Telamon of all the gods made it.

But seeing as Telamon annoyingly ignored her, you decided to step it up and redirect 1x's attention to you to treat him like an actual child and give her a chance to be happy...

Alas... It didn't last long.

You were so confused when 1x disappeared and Telamon's refusal to talk about it made you grow suspicious, even angry at your fellow god.

How dare he take away the kid?! Is there really not a care in his chicken brain even for the emotions of another god?!

No... Of course not...

That's probably why he disappeared not long after... Not like you cared...

That's why you were Forsakened. Your fury and pent-up emotions all combining to have you black out and become the perfect victim for the Spectre.

You were in a new form entirely, losing your godly spark and being forced to adjust to a weaker state.

How weird that you were immediately befriended by Shedletsky... Though, he didn't strike you as an ex-deity.

Not that you could think about it much when you were hastily thrown into a round with 1x as the killer.

You were learning how to handle the generators when she showed up, making your wings flutter open partially. Though you were too overwhelmed with joy at seeing him again that you didn't notice the hatred burning in his eyes.

And before you even got a sentence out, you were knocked to the ground by her minions, your wings flapping about in a panic.

"1x- What's-" You were about to question him when a tug at your wings made you yelp in pain.

"Pathetic..." You could only look up in shock and fear as they began to slowly pull at your wings. The pain made you scream but your confusion rang through it all.

"You were a GOD and couldn't protect me?! You probably didn't even try! Did you know how much I suffered from you both?!" Their words made you freeze for a moment. Did you ever hurt them? You only ever remembered showing them love, right?

They only continued, dragging out the torture as you desperately clawed at the ground in agony. The roots of your wings were starting to rip and you wondered how you were even still conscious as you lost all feeling where your wings were.

Feeling them go limp, 1x simply scoffed and quickly grabbed the roots before ripping them out in a swift motion and allowing you to watch in horror as your wings now bled out beside you. "Even now you stick by him... Disgusting..."

And then... You were back at the cabin...

Silence filled the air while the feeling of your wings returned gradually. Though you didn't bother to react, your mind still stuck at what 1x told you. There was still blood dripping where the wounds had been and although the other survivors all tried to talk to you, your expression of pure shock and trauma was enough to explain why you didn't answer them.

'Even now you stick by him'? They didn't mean...

You were too exhausted to think...

The others could only watch as you dragged your wings behind you with a medkit in hand, heading to your cabin in silent defeat.

Where was that sweet smile you missed? That childish glee that would always insist on the best outcome?

Where was the child you had tried so hard to protect without incurring Telamon's wrath?

All questions that ran through your mind as you wrapped up your own injuries, tears finally showing up and staining the bandages on you as you mourned the loss of the child.

You mourned the loss of hope...

"[Reader], can I come in..?" Shedletsky sounded nervous but entered anyways, not taking your uncharacteristic silence as rejection.

You just laid on your bed, too exhausted to move but too confused to sleep. "Do you know... 1x..?"

The words had slipped from your mouth without even thinking. It would make sense if they had been talking about Shedletsky...

But he hesitated to answer... Which sparked an old rage to begin boiling again...

"Please just tell me..." You pleaded, knowing if he refused to address it you might scream.

Of course, he knew better. He just nodded and rubbed at the back of his neck. "You caught me... heh..." He tried to lighten the mood but it only angered you further.

"Telamon." Your sudden firmness and the fact you used his old name startled him. "What the fuck did you do?"

You only had your own wrath to strengthen you as you sat up, staring at him with that same gaze you had when 1x had first disappeared and he refused to talk about it. "You better tell me the truth or I swear I'm making sure to-"

He was quick to interrupt you. He was uncomfortable with the topic but he proceeded to tell you everything.

It was disturbing and if the damage from 1x hadn't made you want to vomit, now you felt much more like it...

The only reason you hadn't started strangling the man was for the fact he actually didn't try to lighten the facts or sugarcoat them. He was honest... But you were still angry.

"They were just a child..." You felt a lump form in your throat, hands balled against your face. "And I..."

"I failed them..."

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

#forsaken roblox #forsaken #roblox forsaken #forsaken x reader #forsaken x y/n #shedletsky forsaken #telamon forsaken #1x1x1x1 #deity reader

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gaintsnowflake · 21 hours ago

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❆ UNTIL THE EVEVATORE CHIMED (part two)

PAIRING : dick grayson x fem!reader

ONESHOT : you try to manage your feelings when your boyfriend doesn't remember

WARNINGS : angst. pure angst. heavy loads of grief. mentions of death, test, and memory loss

A/N : im not actually that happy with this part two, but at the same time i need some comfort in my hurt....

part one | masterlist

THE MORNING AFTER Dick appeared, alive, was nothing you expected. It was quiet, not silent, but quiet enough for you to hear the people on the street and the hum of the air conditioning.

You hadn’t let him sleep in your bed. Not yet. He was still a stranger, wearing the skin of someone you loved. A man who used to fall asleep tangled in your limbs like ivy, now resting stiffly on your couch as if the cushions might reject him too.

That was, until 2 a.m. Until the nightmares hit— your name falling from his lips like a cry in the dark. Suddenly you were wrapped in his arms again. His body moving on instinct. Yours doing the same. Holding you just the way he used to when he’d come home from a bad patrol.

Soon enough, the sun crept through the blinds of the living room like a poorly kept secret. Hovering over the two of you in enough light that you seemed to forget this was technically a stranger, cuddling you in your lover's skin.

“Good morning, pretty boy,” you said, before the words could filter through your shame. You pulled back fast, like your mouth had betrayed you. “Sorry— I didn’t mean…”

And that start to made for an awfully weird day between the two of you. The silence wasn't welcoming. It wasn’t the kind you would share as lovers, not the peace after the storm. It was heavy, laced with too much unsaid and too many versions of him you weren’t sure existed anymore. Avoiding each other's pitiful stares seemed to become a dance in the hours before you made breakfast.

For breakfast, you made sure to be soft with every movement as you placed a bowl of his favorite off brand cereal down in front of him at the table. Before realizing he sat in his exact seat, it must have been instinct.

“You used to love this brand, swore by it,” you couldn’t help but laugh a bit, the feeling of uncertainty hitting your stomach. A shake in your hand as you watched him take the first bite.

“I can tell why,” he says. “Thank you!”

Two words. And they broke you.

“Of course.”

You smiled, blinking too fast, trying to hide the tears. You weren’t sure if he saw them. Maybe it didn’t matter.

The silence that followed wasn’t painful this time. More like a mutual understanding. Something old trying to find a heartbeat again.

“I called Bruce,” you finally said, watching how the name landed. It didn’t. “He’s your adoptive father. He wants us at the manor. They’re going to run some tests. Try to… help.”

“Test?” His brow furrowed like a child trying to solve a math problem.

“Just standard things like a brain scan and some questions, shouldn’t be painful,” your smile wavers slightly as you lightly lie. You in truth have no idea what they might put Dick through. “We could head over after breakfast?”

“Sounds great! Are we taking… the dog?” The name of Haley was on the tip of his tongue, yet he couldn’t seem to remember. Concern seemed to wash over you again, if he couldn’t remember Haley, the dog he basically acts like he personally birthed, how far gone was he?

“Yeah, Haley can come, I’m sure she will have fun with Titus, or any of your brother's pets really..”

“I have a brother?”

You felt yet another pang in your chest. The feeling of pieces being taken away from your heart. And you may never know if you would get them back. Yet you had to pretend that you weren’t fading away every time he didn’t remember. Because if you didn’t you knew he’d feel guilt. As if it was his fault. But how can you blame the man who can barely remember his own name.

“A few, all adopted,” You whispered, as if they’d forgotten about him too.

“What are they like? Am I close to them?”

“You have a lot of adopted family, or at least somewhat adopted, you're closer with Jason, Tim, Damian, and your ex, Barabra who is also kinda like your sister now, it's complicated,” You sighed and pinched your nose bridge trying to explain the family that took months for you to fully understand the dynamics of, “But, out of the people who will be there it most likely be Jason, Tim, Damian, Barabra, Steph, and then maybe Cass and Duke, and then Alfred your butler who you love greatly and is basically your grandfather.”

“Wait, slow down, I’m confused…” Though his brows furrowed, he felt a sense of familiarity in the names. He knew them all, even if he didn’t exactly know.

It only got worse when you arrived. The manor felt colder than usual. They welcomed him with small gestures, as confusion seemed to take over his face. They all looked similar enough to cause confusion when approaching one another, even confusing Bruce for Jason was a new low.

None of the brooding blokes willingly expressed their sorrows but it was obvious with how they rarely removed him from their sightlines, even Damian said, “You cannot do this to us again, Grayson.” Which, in evil demon child words, showed how truly scared he was for his brother.

When the time they took him away from you came, they led him to the depths of the cave to attempt all kinds of things, he only glanced back to give an awkward but comforting smile. Leaving you a broken mess.

Doubts seemed to cause you to double over as sorry sobs came out of your body. You were left to mourn your lover for a second time. But instead of burying him, it was feared he may never know you again.

The sobs were loud, sudden, and uninvited. You didn’t cry pretty. Not anymore. Not for this. And before you knew, you ended up in his old room, staring at posters from a circus that didn’t exist anymore. Trinkets half-dusted. Memories that wouldn’t stop knocking.

You didn’t even hear him come in. Too large to be Dick. Too familiar to be anyone else. Jason sat beside you, his voice breaking just enough to let you know he understood.

“How are you holding up?” he asked.

“I’m worried,” you said.

Jason gave a ghost of a smile. “What if he forgets I tried to kill him once?”

“You’d never win.”

“Damn straight,” he muttered.

The silence sat between you again. Not harsh. Just… grieving.

Then he asked the question no one else had dared.

“But how are you?”

And this time, you didn’t dodge it.

“Scared,” you whispered. “If he doesn’t remember... The man I love is gone. The one I wanted to marry. I’ll have to watch him rebuild, and maybe I won’t be part of it. Maybe I’ll just be the girl who reminds him of a life he doesn’t want anymore.”

Jason didn’t speak.

He didn’t need to.

And then, like the universe had mercy— a hand touched your shoulder. Familiar. Gentle.

“I don’t know who I am,” a voice said behind you. “But something in me still knows who you are.”

You turned.

His eyes weren’t just blue. They were your sky, the air you breathe.

“If I fell for you once, what’s stopping me from doing it AGAIN?”

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x you #batboys x reader #batboys x you

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vrtualchg · 2 days ago

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im on my knees begging & pleading you to make a harry potter fic of any kind 🙏🏻 hes so underrated in his own movies 💔

Oh my gosh I so agree with you and he’s so fine so I don’t understand how he’s so underrated IN HIS OWN MOVIES💔☹️ found this in my drafts, I have so many fics in my drafts that never actually leave my drafts😭✌🏽

STORM OF US

When Professor Sprout assigns a new Herbology project with randomly chosen partners, Harry Potter finds himself stuck with Y/n Zabini—Blaise’s elusive, brilliant, and infuriatingly bossy twin sister. What starts as a battle of pride and passive-aggressive tension quickly spirals into something neither of them can name, let alone control. After a tense, heat-soaked encounter in the Gryffindor dorm—one towel, one too-long stare, and one very poorly timed visit—both Harry and Y/n are left reeling, haunted by the memory of each other’s bodies and the electric charge they can’t shake. Separated by house lines but tangled in mutual obsession, they each try to forget the moment... even as they secretly relive it with trembling hands and bitten-back moans in the dark.

pairing: Harry Potter x Slytherin!Reader

genre: slow-burn smut, enemies-to-lovers tension, mutual pining, Hogwarts-era, interhouse partnership, forbidden attraction

tw: MDNI 18+, explicit sexual content, masturbation (f & m), mutual obsession, accidental arousal, unresolved sexual tension, detailed body/appearance focus, emotional denial, fantasy-imagining, academic rivals, Slytherin x Gryffindor dynamic, steam-heavy tension, mental spiral over each other’s bodies, emotionally charged masturbation, light voyeuristic fantasy, internal monologue thirst, Gryffindor dorm intrusion, post-shower male gaze energy, touch starvation

Professor Sprout had assigned a new project, one that would count for a considerable portion of their term grade. The catch, however, lay in the fine print: no one was allowed to choose their own partners. Names were drawn, pairs were made, and that was that. No room for negotiation. Which, naturally, is how Hermione Granger—keen, meticulous, and eternally prepared—wound up partnered with Ron Weasley, who looked like he’d just been sentenced to a month in Azkaban. Harry had braced himself for the worst, but somehow, what he got was worse than anything he’d anticipated.

Y/n Zabini.

He barely knew anything about her beyond the basics. She was Blaise’s twin sister—a fact that was often forgotten given how rarely she was seen with him. Like her brother, she was in Slytherin. Unlike him, she had a reputation for being utterly insufferable. Beautiful, yes. Brilliant, sure. But utterly, painfully, unapologetically bossy. The kind of girl who looked at you like she was mentally rearranging your entire life into something more efficient. And now, she was his partner.

From the very first moment they’d begun the assignment—a rather complicated Herbology exercise involving the cross-germination of Venemous Tentacula with Bubotuber pus—she’d taken charge with the self-righteous air of someone who considered themselves smarter than everyone in the room. And maybe she was. But that didn’t make it any less irritating.

She hardly even acknowledged his presence. Her hands moved deftly, methodically, as she muttered calculations under her breath—half of them in English, the rest in what Harry guessed was Italian. Every so often, she’d shoot him a terse instruction without so much as looking up: “Pass me the spore tincture,” or “Hold this stem still,” and Merlin help him if he asked why. Her responses were clipped and disinterested, as if any attempt at collaboration was merely slowing her down.

“You do realise this is a group project?” Harry said finally, struggling to keep his tone civil, though his jaw was clenched tight with frustration. “That usually means we work on it. Together.”

Without lifting her head or pausing her work for even a second, she replied coolly, “I’m aware.”

That was it. No elaboration, no apology, not even the bare minimum of politeness. Just two words, delivered with the effortless disinterest of someone who had already decided she didn’t care what he thought. Harry scoffed under his breath and leaned back against the edge of the greenhouse table, staring up through the glass roof at the sky beyond—cloudy, grey, and exactly how he felt inside.

He exhaled slowly, trying not to let his irritation show on his face. What had he done to deserve this? All he’d wanted was a manageable partner, someone he could at least have a conversation with. Not… this. Not someone who treated him like an inconvenience. Not someone who made him feel like a first-year holding a watering can the wrong way up.

He shot her a sideways glance. She was still bent over the cauldron, her brows drawn in intense concentration, lips moving as she calculated some obscure ratio. There was a smudge of soil on her cheekbone, just beneath the arch of her eye. For a brief moment, Harry almost considered telling her—but then she muttered something sharply in Italian, and he decided against it.

Later that evening, after an unforgiving Quidditch practice beneath a sky streaked with gold and bruised violet, and an even more punishing afternoon spent partnered with Y/n Zabini in Herbology—a far more exhausting endeavor than dodging Bludgers—Harry finally allowed himself the quiet reprieve of a hot shower. The water came down in punishing sheets, the steam curling thick and heavy around him, turning the world outside the stall into a muffled dream. He stood motionless beneath the cascade, forehead resting against the slick stone wall, eyes closed as he inhaled the humid air, letting the relentless heat bleed tension from his shoulders and scour away the scent of damp earth, sweat, and Bubotuber pus that clung stubbornly to his skin.

For a while, he didn’t move. Just let the water consume him, drip down his spine, sluice over his chest. The noise of it was numbing. Calming. As if the heat might strip not just the grime from his body, but the noise in his head too—his mounting frustration, his confusion over her.

Eventually, he reached for his towel with lazy, half-lidded movements, dragging it over his hair until the mess of it stood up in dark, damp tufts. He wiped his face, then fumbled for his glasses—wet fingers smudging the lenses as he pushed them into place. His reflection swam back into clarity. Jaw tense, cheeks flushed with lingering heat, droplets tracking slow paths down the planes of his chest. He wrapped the towel low around his hips, not bothering with clothes yet, and padded barefoot into the dormitory, still damp and loose-limbed from the shower.

“Ron, the water’s still hot if you want it,” he called, his voice casual, almost drowsy.

But it wasn’t Ron who turned to meet him.

It was her.

Y/n Zabini stood near his bed, a stack of parchment clutched tightly in her hands, the pages slightly crumpled from her grip. She looked out of place in the Gryffindor dorm—her Slytherin tie was undone and slung loosely around her neck, the top buttons of her shirt unfastened, revealing a sliver of collarbone. Her curls tumbled wildly around her face, untamed and luminous in the dying light filtering through the windows. And for one moment—one suspended, delicate, dangerous moment—they simply stared at each other, as if the air between them had turned to glass.

“I came to drop off your half of the assignment,” she began stiffly, the edge in her voice brittle with practiced indifference.

But the second she looked at him—really looked—her words faltered, as if they had caught in her throat and forgotten how to breathe.

Her gaze dropped before she could stop it, skimming slowly over the droplets that clung to his chest, mapping the slope of his collarbones, the subtle definition of his abs, the trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the precariously low towel at his hips. She froze. Her pupils darkened, mouth parting slightly—whether in surprise or something else entirely, he couldn’t tell.

He didn’t move. Neither did she.

Then she blinked—once, twice—snapping her eyes sharply to the side, her entire posture retreating inward like a shutter being pulled down.

“I—sorry, I didn’t mean to—” Her voice was quieter now, stripped of its usual venom. She turned quickly, facing the wall like it might swallow her whole.

Harry’s brow furrowed. Embarrassment prickled at the back of his neck, but it wasn’t just that. It was something heavier. Thicker. That quiet, rising pull he’d felt brewing beneath his skin around her—now unbearably close. “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, his voice more defensive than he intended as he strode toward the bed, yanking a pair of boxers from the top of his trunk. “And how’d you even get in?”

“I knocked.” Her words tumbled out too fast, like she’d rehearsed them. “No one answered. The door was unlocked, so I let myself in. I thought—” She hesitated. “I thought you weren’t here.”

“Well,” he muttered, tearing off the towel and stepping into his boxers with his back to her, “clearly, I am.”

There was a tense beat of silence, heavy with something unspoken. Her breath came quietly—measured, but tight.

“You don’t have to be such a dick about it,” she said finally, voice low but cutting. “I was trying to help. Be efficient.”

Harry snorted. “Efficient? Right. That’s your specialty.”

Another pause. She turned around slowly—cautiously. And there he was: shirtless, hair still wet and curling at the nape of his neck, arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the bedpost, watching her with a complicated expression that wasn’t quite annoyance, wasn’t quite curiosity. Her eyes flickered over him again—only briefly this time—before she straightened her shoulders and forced herself to meet his gaze.

“I just wanted to drop it off and go,” she said, quieter now. “I didn’t mean to… interrupt.”

He didn’t say anything. Just stared at her, studying the slight tremble in her fingers as she held out the parchment. A peace offering. Or a shield.

Their fingers brushed as he took it.

It was nothing. A second. A slip of contact.

But it struck through them both like lightning.

They flinched away at the same time, each pretending it hadn’t happened.

Her lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came. And for the briefest second, her eyes flicked over his face—hesitant, searching. She looked like she might say something else. Something honest.

Instead, she murmured, “You’re not what I expected, Potter.”

He arched a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She faltered. Her gaze slipped again, not lingering this time, but not unaffected either. “Forget it,” she said flatly, her voice sharpening like a blade being sheathed.

Without another word, she turned and strode toward the door, her retreat swift, calculated—but Harry could see the flush creeping up the back of her neck, the way her fingers curled tighter around the strap of her bag. She left without another glance, and the door clicked shut behind her.

The silence she left in her wake was deafening.

Harry stood still for a long moment, staring at the space where she had been, the scent she’d left behind curling in the air—ink, lavender, and the sharp green brightness of something wild.

He didn’t know what that had been.

But he knew this:

He was never going to be able to scrub her from his mind again.

Not after this. Not after her.

In the dim, lamp-lit warmth of the Slytherin common room, Y/n sat curled into one of the emerald velvet armchairs, legs tucked beneath her, idly picking at a bar of Honeydukes chocolate while her brother Blaise plotted his next chess move. The fire crackled low behind them, casting soft golden flickers across their skin, and the quiet clack of marble chess pieces echoed like punctuation between their banter.

“Well?” Blaise murmured, glancing at her with a glint in his eye as he slid his bishop across the board. “Is he ripped? Hot?”

Y/n groaned, tipping her head back against the chair and dragging a hand down her face. “Blaise, for Salazar’s sake.”

“What?” he shot back innocently, though the smirk tugging at his mouth betrayed him. “Can’t I be curious? You're the one who walked into the Gryffindor dorm and came back acting like you’d seen a bloody ghost.”

“I hate you.”

“Not an answer.”

She exhaled sharply and broke off another piece of chocolate, pressing it to her lips. “No, he wasn’t... ripped. Not like the dimwitted beater types you fancy comparing people to. But he wasn’t thin either.”

“So…” Blaise tapped a finger against his chin. “He’s lean.”

“Yes, Blaise, he’s lean.” She chewed slowly, deliberately. “Are you done now?”

“Not even close.” He moved his rook and sat back, smug. “So you’ve got a little crush on Harry bloody Potter.”

She snorted, nearly choking on her chocolate. “Lord, no.”

“You sure?” His tone was teasing, but his eyes were sharp. “You’ve got that stupid look on your face. The one you get when you’re thinking about someone you shouldn’t be.”

Y/n stood abruptly, brushing crumbs from her lap. “I’m going to bed before I hex you.”

Blaise grinned lazily, reclined in his chair like a king who knew he’d already won. “Love you too, sis.”

She flipped him off on her way to the dormitories, but there was no venom in it.

By the time she reached her room, the corridors had quieted into the sort of stillness that only existed in the late hours of night. The soft hum of magic laced the air, lulling the castle into something close to sleep. Y/n peeled off her uniform, trading it for a silk nightgown that clung too delicately to her skin. The fabric whispered against her thighs as she slipped beneath the cool, dark green sheets of her bed, cocooning herself in the heavy Slytherin drapery.

But sleep didn’t come.

Instead, her mind betrayed her—again.

She closed her eyes, but behind them was the image of Harry: steam curling around his damp skin, water beading down the defined ridges of his stomach, the towel hanging low—too low—on his hips. She hated how clear it was. How sharp the memory remained. The way his glasses had fogged slightly as he looked at her like she was something strange and electric.

Y/n muttered a curse beneath her breath, but her hand was already moving—slow, hesitant—slipping beneath the covers, trailing over her stomach before dipping into her panties. Her breath hitched as her fingers met warmth. Her legs shifted slightly beneath the sheets, parting. She bit her lip, her other hand gripping the edge of the mattress.

“You’re not what I expected, Potter,” she’d said.

But the truth was, he was exactly what her body had wanted.

Across the castle, in the dim quiet of the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory, Harry lay in his bed, heart still hammering like it hadn't settled since that encounter. The room was steeped in shadows, the only sound the steady breathing of his sleeping roommates. He stared up at the canopy overhead, but he wasn’t seeing anything.

He was seeing her.

That look on her face—wide eyes, the stutter in her voice, the way her gaze had swept down his body like she hadn’t meant to—but hadn’t looked away either. The way her fingers had brushed his when she handed him the parchment, how quick she was to pull back—but not before something had passed between them. Something that clung.

Harry bit down on the knuckle of his hand to keep quiet, stifling a sound as the other slipped beneath his waistband. His palm cupped the hard line of his cock, already straining against the fabric of his boxers. He exhaled shakily, letting his head fall back into the pillow, hips shifting slightly as he began to stroke himself, slow, deliberate, needing—needing—to exorcise the thought of her.

But it only made it worse.

The image of Y/n Zabini was branded into him now: her dark curls tumbling over her shoulders, that Slytherin tie dangling loose around her throat, her fingers trembling just slightly as she tried to hand him the assignment without looking at his chest again.

He imagined what she’d look like beneath him.

Imagined her gasping when he pushed into her, her thighs trembling around his hips, her lips parted in something close to a plea.

His grip tightened.

He bit down harder on his hand.

But it wasn’t enough.

Because nothing was going to erase her now.

Not from his head. Not from his blood.

Not even if he came with her name on his lips.

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