#...in time i do... plan to let myself open up more. be vulnerable more through my work ig.

[nicromancytarot]

ALL ABOUT YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE 18+ themes, lots of information!!

This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to try another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my readings are not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I don’t change for these readings and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I got but I pull like 15-20 cards each reading and that just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.

(This took me 3 days lmao, please like, follow and reblog)

PICK A CARD READING

I asked my spirit guides what you need to know about your future spouse, pick a pile to find out!!

Pile 1 ———> Pile 2 ———> Pile 3

PILE 1 (TW sexual abuse)

“I need to take time for myself” “let’s take this to the next level” “i don’t want anyone else”

Their appearance

I’m seeing lighter hair, light brown to a blonde-white, I’m seeing they may have muscles, or just a nicely toned body. It also looks like their back may be very prominent to their appearance, they may work out extra to achieve really nice back muscles. They could honestly have a large top half and skinny bottom half (Miguel O’Hara for example.) I’m seeing someone quite tall, they may have an interesting shaped head, like not in a bad way, it might just appear more prominently on them. For a guy, long third leg.. (They allowed me to say this one.) Possible big ears, or maybe even wears earrings or something to highlight them. The right side of their face is the best for them lmao, they might pose showing their right side for pictures.

About them

They‘ve have been through some hardships in their life, they’ve been fucked over pretty bad in the past, and while they don’t like to dwell on it, I wanted to bring it up. It’s seeming like they may have gone through sexual assault, I’m seeing that they used to appear quite sexualised in the past, something they did themself, however, someone close to them felt valid enough to abuse their power and cause harm to your partner through their self-expression. This hurt your partner a lot, they’re still healing, I’m heading “please take your time with me” when it comes to sex, they have some extreme vulnerability about it, they need you to understand that; they’re begging me not to sexualise them, and they’re asking you nicely to do the same, give them the respect that someone thought was ok to steal from them.

Due to this mass betrayal, they appear very closed off to new love, they have a lot of people that want them, and fawn over them, but this situation has completely made them turn a blind eye to those who see them. It will take you a while to crack this person open, however once you do, it will be more than worth it.

They will be very slow to start this connection with you, but once they are sure that you can be trusted, and they feel safe around you, they will set up camp by your side, and they don’t plan on leaving.

Their career

They’re very financially successful, but I see that this took them a while, I think they began building up financial abundance due to wanting their family to be there for them, and take notice in their achievements.

In work I think they may be underestimated, appearing as the lioness, I can only be reminded of the over glamorisation of lions, and the societal irrelevancy of lionesses, even though they do more for the lion population than the lion, as a collective do for themselves. Unfortunately this being said, I see they are idolised for their body, rather than their talents (I’m getting Sidney Sweeney, and Vinnie Hacker for this, both talented people, who are only seen as pieces of meat, or some type of chew toy.) Your person is really disrespected and it’s making me so mad, man. They’re trying their hardest to break out of the stereotype, however I feel as though there are colleges of theirs that constantly sexualise them, making them feel very uncomfortable. Again, I’m getting the same message as before, they are yearning for someone to treat them like a human being, and not just a vessel of sex organs.

Their family

Mentioned prior, they do not have the best relationship with their family, I think there’s some deep-rooted and ínstense trauma from possible childhood, I see they were the type of child to get all perfect grades to try and impress, and make their parents proud, however I don’t think it worked. Their parents seem very self focused and absorbed in their own life, and business.

They assumed that becoming even more successful, making a name for themself, earning masses of money would make their family proud, but it never worked.

They may have cut their family out of their life, or they are considering it. If they don’t decide to cut their family off, it most likely comes from hope and fear, they are scared that their family won’t notice all their biggest achievements if they cut them out, and they hope that eventually they will be able to achieve something big enough so their family is proud of them. They blame themself a lot for “not being enough” and not making them proud.

How they are in bed

I was not able to get much for this, but I do see that they need to really be able to trust you fully before getting into bed with you, they need a lot of time and reassurance, they really need you to understand their fears. The first time you guys have sex, you may unintentionally bring up some hidden wounds, they’re telling me to tell you not to worry, they’ll look into your eyes and it’ll be gone. They may need eye contact the first time, they need that constant reminder that it’s you, and that you won’t hurt them.

They gave me a few explicit messages, so for that I got

“Cum on your face”

“Make a sex tape” (I feel like they would burn this onto a hard drive and keep it in a place only they know about, only showing you if you asked them to.)

“Food play”

When I got these messages, I had a fan on so I needed to put the papers under something so they didn’t fly away, I unknowingly put them under the chariot card, so I’m really getting again that you will need to work for this. The chariot was also the only sexual illustration I got.

Another thing is that they don’t want you telling your friends about your guys sex lives, they don’t want more people to sexualise them.

They also may finish very fast the first time, this could be out of sensation since I don’t think they would’ve had sex for a very long time by the time you guys meet and start dating.

Their love language

Acts of service, they enjoy doing things for the people that they care about, unfortunately it seems this has stemmed from their neglecting childhood, they feel as though they must do something for someone to feel loved. They do not quite understand that love is not a give to receive, you may have to be the one to teach them this. Your future spouse only believe people will love them if they do something for that person in return.

Quality time, they like to be with the people they care about, i’m seeing two people sat in silence on some arm chairs, one person is resting their head on their arm while scrolling aimlessly on their phone, meanwhile the other is reading a book, holding it with one hand as the other plays with the hand belonging to their counterpart, their fingers tracing the skin of their lover’s hand gently, fingers only just intertwining.

Their shadows

Your future spouse does not see their own self worth, they do not value themself as a person, or even a creator, whatever they do in life, they are a very creative and diverse person, yet they don’t feel that way. It’s as if they suffer from imposter syndrome, they never feel worthy of their achievements, because no one ever made them feel as though their success mattered.

They can be very closed off with their feelings, they become resentful towards their emotions and just wish they could rip the feelings from their body. They may say things they don’t mean in the moment, mostly because they don’t feel worthy of your love, but as soon as they realise what they have done, they will bring you to their chest and hug you tightly.

This reaction will never escalate further than a shout of anger.

I sense they might refuse therapy, you may have a lot of arguments about this, they try to tell themself that they do not need therapy, but this is mainly because they fear they will be laughed at, for coming to this person with trauma that even they struggle to understand, even after having gone through it. I would encourage you to try your best to get them to go to therapy, maybe even both of you together so you can get to know each other on a more intimate level.

Please be gentle with them my pile 1, they are truly a blessing of a soul.

PILE 2

“I’m not ready” “you’re too good for me” “let’s take this to the next level” (you may have been attracted to pile 1, if so maybe go check it out.)

Their appearance

Lighter hair, for a select few of you, it’s black. I think they might have longer hair, and like to wear it up, or they enjoy covering their head with a hat or other accessories. I’m getting medium height, maybe even shorter than you, or possibly only a little taller than you. I think they enjoy dressing more provocative, perhaps having shirt buttons undone, or just not wearing a shirt at all, they really like their body, and they know they have a good one. If they have abs, I would say they are there but quite faint, not toned, just enough to show. Their hair could be curly, or it’s just the first thing you notice when you meet them. I’m getting pirate vibes, they might dress up more like a pirate honestly, buttoned down blouses, a bandana on their head, their hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. The area of their nose, lips, philtrum, and chin is very prominent, a main focal point on their face. Their eyes make them look tired and drunk, the classic sleepy eyes. They may wear a lot of jewellery, specifically gold. Their skin seems more into the tanner tones for the dark haired individuals, they may be part of the latino/a community. For the people with lighter hair, I see they could be based around Europe.

About them

I hate fuelling delusions like this, but multiple cards are pointing to this person being an ex, it seems like they had your heart at one point and came back for more, after having messed up the first time. They do seem very remorseful for their previous mistakes, they want you to know that they were naive and selfish, they didn’t know how to treasure something as important, and valuable as your love, however they want you to know that they are ready now. I see they could have cheated on you in the past, left you for another person, or just been toxic with you, and just treated you badly. Please take in mind that I do not want you to get back with any super shitty ex, you have free will so don’t do that, however I do think this person has changed for the better. With the chariot, and hanged man, I’m seeing they worked on themself to be able to be good for you, it may have taken them a few years.

For those of you who’s future spouse is not an ex, I would say that the first time you guys met, there was a sense of competition and it turned you completely off from them, or they just came across rude, and arrogant while trying to impress you, and you just weren’t feeling it. They’re coming back around to show you how serious they actually are about making this relationship with you work. They will need some time, one sided enemies to lovers lmao.

Their career

I feel as though they have a good amount of material wealth, they seem to have everything they could desire, they could be a little bit of a workaholic, which possibly can cause some drama between you, you will need to remind them of how important spending time together is, they will listen, they are always willing to compromise with you.

Their job is one filled with a lot of competition, I’m honestly getting technology, they could work with technology, they could be under a tech company position, or maybe they even work from home doing their own thing on their computer.

They can appear secretive when it comes to their job, they’re not trying to keep it a secret, or hidden from you, they simply just don’t really think to talk about it that much. Lowkey, they could be a moderator for some type of famous streamer, (lmao??) or they could work in a position where they help people with managing publicity, like an agent or something.

This job does seem interesting, but it does come across a little like they do it more so for the money, than for an actual enjoyment that they find. Some of them do enjoy their job, but I don’t think they would stick with it, if it didn’t offer them the money and exposure that it does.

Their family

I honestly feel like it was their family’s influence that got them to start working on themself, I get the sense that their mother was possibly the one to force them into therapy, she may have even sat through his first session lol.

I think he’s mainly closest to the woman in his family, I’m getting a close friendship with their 1-2 sisters, possibly older, rather than younger. Im getting that they see them a little puppy that needs training, if you guys get into an argument, and they go to their sisters, the oldest one would be quick to correct your future spouse on their mistakes, and convince them to talk to you again and apologise for whatever they did.

Their family love you, if it’s a second chance scenario, they are so happy that you guys get another chance at loving each other, they truly want you to stay part of their family.

I’m seeing a young girl, possibly around the age of 5-6, you will be very close to her, I’m feeling it’s a niece or cousin, who is constantly around when you visit the rest of the family.

How they are in bed

They honestly appear quite vanilla, all bark no bite to be honest, they will say the flirtiest things to you, and they appear quite sexual, but once you get into the bedroom, they become all shy and reserved, there is a potential for you to bring them out of their shell however.

I’m seeing that sex for them is more-so about their own pleasure, they can seem a bit selfish during sex because of this, they may also see it as a way to compete with others, I’m hearing “I have them in a way that no one else ever will,” they may deal with a little bit of jealousy when it comes to your relationship, they are you as a very desired person, so they worry that someone will steal you away from them, being intimate with you is like proof to them that you are there’s and no one else could have you in such a compromising position.

They may finish really fast, I’m seeing someone who is struggling to keep their attraction in, the way your eyes penetrate into theirs will have them a stuttering mess, unexpectedly pushing them to their climax, though I feel like you will be nowhere near your own. You may need to help them with how to pleasure you, so you also reach your destination!

They could be a virgin, they don’t seem very experienced, they may have even waited for marriage, so this could be the night of your wedding.

They’re on top, it makes them feel more masculine and in charge of the situation, I also think they need to be able to pick their own pace to make sure they don’t overwhelm themself the first time.

They will be bursting with anticipation every time you initiate something with them.

They may have a desire to watch you touch yourself, they know about the important places of pleasure for people of your gender, however they don’t know exactly how to treat those places, so they may ask you to touch yourself to show them, this could lead to an intense session of mutual masterbation, for the select few of you, this will come before your wedding, they’ll ask you about how they should pleasure you on your wedding night, and you will show them, they will get into the mood as well and join you in the bed, this will almost make them cave in and take you there and then.

“Pull my hair”

“You make me so hard/wet”

“Let me taste”

Their open to whatever you’re into, just give them time to adjust to the new sensations of sex first, before you spring any random kinks onto them.

Their love language

Physical touch, they enjoy being around you and putting their hands on you at any chance they get, they like to hold your hand, to wrap their arms around your waist, they just like how you feel under their touch, if they feel like they’re working too much, they will invite you to sit with them, possibly on their lap so they can have you with them.

They like their bare skin to touch yours, I don’t think they sleep with much on, maybe shirtless with a pair of underwear, they will press their front of your back, making sure their bare chest hits your bare back, and back of shoulders.

Gift giving, they like to buy you things, I think it’s in a way of trying to make up for how they treated you in the past, they use their money to prove to you how serious they are about you and their relationship with you, they’re very possessive of their material wealth, so sharing it with you is something massive, and unexpected. If you see something in the store window, they’ll notice you even as much as glanced at it, and they will make sure it belongs to you in no time.

Their shadows

Their can appear a little selfish at times, I think they’ve had to protect and defend themself all their life, so now they feel as though shutting people out and not letting them in is the best answer to cure and keep away any upcoming insecurities.

Your future spouse needs to lose things to understand how much they actually mean to them, they don’t appreciate things enough until it’s taking away from them, luckily for them, they tend to work hard enough to manage to get this back, ensuring that it will never be taken away again.

Their downplay their transformations, they don’t exaggerate, but honestly the complete opposite, they feel as though their past and their future and two completely different identities, they need constant reminders that their success is still their success, no matter how long ago it was.

PILE 3

“I don’t want anyone else” “do you feel the same?” “you’re the only one I want in my life” (again, you could’ve also been attracted to pile 1, I wouldn’t recommend going back up however, I think it may have been the warning that caught your eye rather than the pile itself!)

Their appearance

I’m getting chestnut brown, to black hair, for a woman, it’s casts down her back, quite long. For a man, It’s around medium length, maybe just above their shoulders. Their back is very prominent in this pile, I feel like they have nicely defined back muscles, however I do not think they are an incredibly muscular person. They could honestly dress more punk/emo, wearing black leather jackets which are decorated, and bedazzled with silver spikes, I do see a possibility for a more alternative style for men, feminine outifts for women, types of styles that accentuates their hips and bust.

They might like going outside a lot, they’d be the type to suggest a camping trip, so they wear clothes that are suitable, and durable for being outside for extended periods of time. Big black boots is another thing I’m getting, their hair could also be spiked up for a select few of you. (I’m honestly picking up Johnnie Gilbert similarities for this pile, maybe Johnnie’s future wife is watching, and they just don’t know, that’s crazy.)

About them

They know better than to overwork themself, they may be the type that needs to mentally recharge after being around people for too long, they also seem to take in a lot of energy when around people, they’re like a little portable charger, however this does mean that they get burnt out very quickly. Luckily, they are not one to ignore the signals of their body and mind, so if they need to rest and be alone for a little, they will do that, this can however make them appear a tad aloof.

I don’t think they’re the best at expressing their emotions, they keep them hidden for a reason, I believe out of fear of judgment, or getting hurt again. I’m seeing someone who may have been cheated on by an ex partner, I don’t imagine they got closure on whatever this situation was, if it wasn’t cheating, it was some type of intense betrayal. They may appear a bit condescending at times, this is their way of trying to push you away before you find out about their feelings, they weirdly think you will leave them or condemn them for showing any natural, human emotion.

Their hardworking in all areas of their life, mainly self improvement, they want to become the best version of themself, so their partner can be comfortable with them. I do see that they will have a dramatic change of circumstance, or just who they are as a person, around the time that they meet you, which would be done for you, or for some of you, they will improve themself right before you guys meet, this change in their life will bring you to them.

Their career

They have a job where their workload and work time is flexible, they have the ability to not work one day, and pick up the work the next day if they so please. This is good because it means they will be making sure they always have time for you, to make you feel appreciated.

Their job is focused around nurturing responsibility, they are a leader of their area, but not a leader overall, they may have some type of job where they have to be a role model for people of a younger age, mild fame or influencing is showing strongly (bro which one of you are Johnnie’s wife, this is getting too specific.)

The job brings in a lot of material abundance, I don’t see they have to worry about too much, other than understanding that their work can be overwhelming, and that they need to pace themself, allowing themself to take breaks is super important with this pile.

It’s a job that offers them long term stability, and more money with the higher their position gets, if this person is mildly famous, or some type of influencer, the more fame and fans they gain, the more money they will be raking in, however they do need to remember where their loyalties lie, and always make sure to appreciate the fandom that gave them what they have now.

Their family

Their family are so different from them lmao, like polar opposites, I’m seeing the sweetest mother who always makes baked goods, sometimes they can appear a little interesting, but taste good nonetheless. Their father calls them by a nickname which your future spouse hates, their father is really sweet, I’m getting someone a little more laidback, who would rub your partners hair to mess it up for absolutely no reason.

You will feel very welcome into this family, they do not discriminate since their son/daughter/child has gone through some intense stuff in their life, and they are just thankful that you are able to bring them security, and safety, your person could’ve struggled badly with mental health, and it may have worried their family, so their parents are super happy that you’re able to keep them happy. However, please remember that someone’s mental health is not your responsibility solely.

How they are in bed

I don’t think they would’ve had sex for a while before you guys got together, I think they may have done some type of sexual cleanse, they were possibly a fuck boy/girl in the past, so they quit it to help themself improve and be the best version of themself.

They may need a little while to really get ready to be intimate with you, it might come as a conversation that the two of you share, explaining that you would like to have sex with them, and them setting a date for it so nothing can go wrong. I see them prepping by shaving their entire body lmao, they’re going all out, if it’s a man, they’re going to get so many cuts in all the wrong places, and they will definitely complain about it to you. They do expect you to be as prepared as they are, so get yourself ready, find yourself a nice, new perfume and get to it.

I do not think they will have sex with you outside of the relationship, I feel as though they have so many sexual requests from people, it makes them feel only valuable for their body, they don’t want to be seen as just a warm body that you get to lay under, the first time you are intimate with them. You have to prove yourself before sex, and even then, it may take a while. I’m getting around eight to ten months after dating, they really don’t want to be fooled and used for their body, especially after their sexual cleanse.

They like to be on top, they may honestly end up sweating and shivering at the end of it, like that one scene from Titanic when Jack is shaking in the carriage while laying on top of Rose with a blanket.

The sex will get progressively more rough and interesting over time, but the first time is just pure love making.

“Look into my eyes”

“Fuck you silly”

“Tie you up”

I’m getting that they will need aftercare more than you will, while both of you will be giving it to each other, they are a lot more in need of it, I feel like you would be fine to just go into the kitchen and make yourself something to eat, meanwhile they desire to be in your arms for the next couple of hours.

Their love language

Physical touch, they need to be at least holding your hand at all times, they would lowkey like to wear a lipstick stain you created on their cheek or jaw, they like people to know that you are theirs, and they are yours. They may also really like when you give them hickeys, they will absolutely allow those to be on show for everyone to see, they are too proud to hide them. They like to hold your stomach? Perhaps it’s when you sleep, they like to rest their hand on your stomach, or perhaps they want to get you pregnant, they may be very serious about having kids sometime in the future.

Words of affirmation, they really appreciate when you tell them how good they look, or how the outfit they’re wearing is amazing on their body. They specifically enjoy your compliments, you have a way with explaining things, that makes it seem so much more authentic and honest, they trust your judgment a lot. I do see they have a tendency to feel very insecure, and although so many people tell them how beautiful they are, your future spouse struggles to believe them, thinking it’s some kind of sick joke, but they know you would never joke or make fun of them about that. You’ll be very surprised to find out about their insecurities, you may even think they’re playing with you the first time they mention it, this could make them feel invalidated, so be careful how you tackle this!

Their shadows

They constantly ignore their problems, they have an “out of sight, out of mind” way of thinking, which is just barbaric because it means they don’t sort through their issues and instead push them out of the way. You may need to help them with healing from some past trauma, and realising that they are allowed to feel hurt and anger from those past situations, as they were not at all ideal.

Your future spouse is quick to push people away when they feel as though they’ve said too much, and opened up more than they desired to, due to this, there may be a few times when you feel helpless, and they seem helpless, this is something you can work through together.

They get very defensive, very quickly, if you say something that unintentionally triggers them, they will shut off, going into some type of hermit mode until they feel ready to talk about whatever it is that bothered them.

[kissesfrombangtanatnight]

Pillow Talk: Jey Uso

You kiss your husband's tattoo on his ribcage as he lies on his back, eyes closed and enjoying the comfortable silence. 

"Don't start something you can't finish." He says in his deep voice. He had just finished putting it on you and now y'all are both tired. Who wouldn't be, it's 4 in the morning. He woke you up an hour ago hungry and horny. Though you never got to making him a early morning breakfast, too tired to move. 

"Who says I can't finish?" You smirk kissing along his jawline now. You pull away and relax in his open arms as he rubs your bare back. 

"You remember how shy and quiet you were when we first met? Barely gave ya boy any of your time. Hell even when we started dating you were still standoffish. Wouldn't let a brotha do shit for you." Jey jokes reminiscing on when y'all started dating. 

"I'm sorry about that baby. It's just, you've shown me love that no one else has ever given me outside of my family. It felt weird to be with someone that actually cared."

"Of course because you deserve it. We all deserve love. I mean I understood why you were the way you were. If the people you love are the ones to constantly hurt you, you tend to expect others to be the same."

"Yeah I mean, all before I was never anyone's first choice you know? No one got excited when they talked to me. No one thought of me. It was just me, myself and I. When I did try to open up to a guy, he didn't want me. So to be put in a position where I have to be vulnerable with someone else after being hurt so many times, it was scary." You admit. Jey pulls you closer to him and kisses the top of your head. 

"I think we've all had that experience. Shit sucks and it honestly makes you wanna give up on love. But damn, I was determine to make you mine. We were both taking a leap of faith, but I'm glad we did. Or else how would we had learned that there is true love out there? People love flexing being able to have this person to call when the other acting up. Treating peoples hearts and bodies like backup plans. Nah, the real flex is being able to come home to the one person you know is going to be there til the end. I love the hell out of you girl, and ain't nothing gonna change that."

"I love you too Joshua. More than you could ever know. No matter what we go through, don't ever walk away from me. Fight but never forfeit." You say turning his head to the side to kiss his lips.

"Fight but never forfeit." Jey repeats after you. You stare up at his beautiful face and bite your lip. 

"Round two?"

~

"Oh fuck, enough Joshua!" You moan softly throwing your head back. You hands rest on the headboard, scratching it up. You've been riding your husband and even though you came, he showed no signs of stopping; fucking you right through your orgasm. Your walls kept spasming around him and even though you created a puddle on his lap, his hips kept rocking into yours hard and fast. 

"That's right say my name. Baby you know I gave you my last name so you could scream my first. Say..that..shit..again." He demands hitting your g-spot with each hard thrust. You tried running and that didn't help, only making him put a vice grip on your hips. 

"Oh my God, Joshua! Fuck me, shit!" You scream. "Come on baby, fuck me daddy!" Mouth open, you grip his shoulders as it felt like he was beating down your walls. 

"Fuck bae, I'm deep inside that pussy. You like that shit don't you ma? Talk to me." He says smacking your ass. Only momentarily does he pull out just to get behind you. He takes his big tip smacking it against your clit rubbing your juices all over his tip, coating it. 

"Stop playin Jey and put that dick inside me! Bout to show you how to bust a nut baby." He shivered at your words, a shiver going down his spine. 

"Fuck." He groans sliding between your tight wet walls. You begin throwing it back on him as he looks down at where you connected. Watching as your cream coats his dick. He reaches down, grabbing you by the back of your neck, causing your back to arch. He rolls his hips into yours, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room. 

"Mmmm baby I'm so close!" You grip the sheets feeling a knot form in your stomach. He was too fucking deep. Your walls tighten around him, trying to push him out from how intense he was fucking you. 

"Shit don't do that, bout to make me nut baby!" His thrust become sloppy as he was nearing his orgasm. He couldn't handle the way you were going fool on the dick. He kept pumping into you as you beg him to cum. 

"Cum inside Jey! Give me that nut!" You look back to see sweat dripping from his face down to his abdomen, his skin glistening in the early morning. He looked so good as the veins in his neck popped, his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on pleasing you. You feel his dick throbbing inside of your slippery walls as he cums. 

"Yeah baby, I'm cummin'!" You soon feel the all too familiar as he releases ropes of cum into you, coating your walls. "Shit!" He falls to your side as you try and catch your breath. 

"Dammit Joshua, you knocked my damn lashes off." You say peeling a eyelash extension off your pillow case. He says nothing and just smirks as he rests his hands behind his head. 

"Don't know why you so fucked out, we not done yet." You look over at your husband like he's crazy. 

"Boy what?!?!?!"

"Nuh uh, come hop on this face Mrs. Fatu."

FUCK! This man trynna kill me!

[thepaperpanda]

A Sense Of Lightness || Neteyam x fem!Omaticaya reader

Summary: After being accepted as a new Na’vi couple, you decide to mate with Neteyam before Eywa; the ache to be his lifetime partner has been burning inside of you for quite some time

Warnings: smut 🔥(first time)

Word count: 2970

Author: Rouge

A/N: Prior to reading, it’s important to know that: the reader is female Omaticaya ✤ characters are aged up (Neteyam is 20, reader is 19) ✤ a few things are in Na'vi language ✤ you'll find a glossary underneath the fic

The transition from childhood to adulthood is marked by customs and rituals in many cultures. A child who participates in a rite of passage has passed from childhood to adulthood. In this regard, the Na'vi were no exception. It has been said that every blessing and independence comes with a price. The blessings and independence of adulthood require emotional self-containment when faced with stress. The mature adult is able to contain and release stress in a safe and healthy way that protects vulnerable others. 

Neteyam, though, continued to feel unprepared - instead he felt like letting everyone down continually on a regular basis, even though his parents seemed to favor him over his siblings. 

The only person who really understood him seemed to be you. The two of you grew up side by side, becoming increasingly close over time. It was because of your persistence in walking to the Utral Aymokriyä that Neteyam realized you were considering something important.

During your conversation, you noticed that he seemed to be zoning out. It's possible that you've scared him; you weren't planning on doing this. As you sighed and gently tapped him on the shoulder, you tried to get his attention back. "Hey, did you hear what I just said?"

"Yes, I heard. You chose your profession. I'm glad you chose art. You have a lovely voice, and when you sing for us, everyone is mesmerized," Neteyam replied as he walked with you through the woodland.

A smug smile spread across your face as you teasingly whispered, "Even you, I hope."

The forest was the protective mother, a holy sanctuary away from curious glances of other tribe members.

Trying to grasp the idea he thought was floating through your mind occasionally, he asked, "So, why are we getting there?"

As you looked away, you took a moment to collect your thoughts before looking back at him. "You know..." You started softly, "Nga yawne lu oer, and I don't ever want to be apart. I want to be yours and yours only."

Holding your hand while walking, he squeezed your palm slightly and halted after he heard your confession. "Y/N... Are you sure about that?"

Your gentle nod was accompanied by a low whisper of ‘yes’ as you looked into his eyes.

Neteyam dreamed of sharing this moment with you because you were his beloved one, but he was scared about taking such a step at the same time -he was inexperienced and unconfident on this particular field. Neteyam had overheard older boys talking about these matters, and he was concerned - all he wanted to do in the end was provide you with the best experience possible. His hand squeezed your palm harder and he smiled softly, telling you, "You know how much I love you. I promised you once that no matter what, we'll be together, forever. If you truly choose to spend your lifetime by my side, my deepest gratitude goes out to Eywa for setting you on my path and blessing me with the gentleness of your heart and soul.”

A little gasp escaped you as you stared at him with your best doe-eyes. "Oh, Neteyam! It surprises me that you can be so open about your feelings, since you've always seemed somewhat secretive…”

"You know, yawntutsyìp, normally I show things that need to be shown, but those which are more private sit here," he touched his temple. "And here," Neteyam moved his palm and touched his heart. “I can only be myself by your side, only by your side can I reveal who I really am, and only by your side I don't have to hide my true feelings, and I will never cease to be grateful for that freedom you constantly provide me with.”

The bonds of love were stretched by all the things he said, and as your eyes fixed on his, you only let a single tear flow down your cheek. This moment brought you to realize that you loved Neteyam not only for his outer shell, but also for who he was - a friend, a partner in crime, a shoulder to lean on, and hopefully your mate, soon.

It wasn't long before you reached the Tree of Voices - an important spiritual site of the Omaticaya clan. Through neural queue contact with the tree, you could hear the voices of your ancestors, so it was named after its extraordinary feature.

As Neteyam sat on the grass, its bioluminescence, glowing in purple and bluish hues, responded immediately to his touch.

You soon did the same, at first just nuzzling your face against his chest while remaining silent, listening to his heartbeat, losing yourself in the sweetness of the moment. Soon, you spoke. “Although I am not an expert on these matters, I am aware of the pain it can cause. I am not trying to impugn your honor, Neteyam, nor am I trying to presume you are a monster, but until I know more, I cannot suppose myself secure."

"It is frightening, as is everything we don't know," Neteyam remarked as he traced the grass tufts with his thumb, his fingers were never quite touching the flesh of your leg, which was intertwined with his as you sat next to him. "It's going to be quite different from anything we've ever done before. I have been worried about it for a long time. I am concerned about hurting you."

It was becoming chilly as the eclipse approached, so you rolled a little in his arms and crossed your own over your chest. "I trust you so much, Neteyam. I'm afraid of pain, yes, but I know there's more."

Shivering, you felt the cold air on your skin. "Pxìm, when we kiss, our bodies move without us thinking about it. It feels terrifyingly pleasant, but I'm terrified," you said with a shiver. I'm afraid of losing control of my body, that tiny niche of control that I've carved out for myself despite everything." For several moments, he was silent, long enough for you to consider whether you should have spoken that way. 

Neteyam suggested, "Let's explore each other tonight. Each moment we agree to, and each moment we can ask to quash it all." In this way, we won't cross the boundaries we don't want to cross."

There was an intoxicating sensation in your heart - his idea of sharing joy, of discovering, enticed you. If this intercourse was indeed a means to growing closer to each other, you desired it. You gripped his hand tightly and said, "All right, I accept this idea. I wish to explore with you. However, both of us must be in control here and I urge you to ask me before performing any experimentation."

A lusty sparkle ignited in Neteyam's eyes as he moved so close you could feel his breath on your cheek as he spoke just one word - ‘undress’.

In a slightly shy manner, you kneeled next to him, eyeing him attentively. First, you took off the brown fabric covering your breasts and crossed your arms instinctively to cover your flesh. Neteyam gently shook his head ‘no’, and you, regaining your composure, slowly let your hands move down your chest, exposing your privates to his hungry eyes.

When his strong arms wrapped around your almost naked body, you gasped. His hands conformably encircled you, pinning your body to the ground. Neteyam traced circles from your shaking shoulder to your skinny waist, sending goosebumps erupting all over your skin. You could feel his breath pooling on your neck, his fingers abruptly stopping at your hip. As his hands continued down your thigh, a low mewl escaped your lips. The firm grip on your hip, the trace of your knee, the hard thumbs pressed into your flesh - each left you shaking. This reminded you of the passionate kisses you had when you lost yourselves in the divine passion of each other. Your head lifted as you caught Neteyam's lips against yours. You felt blood rushing through your body as skin touched skin. Although the kiss was blissful, there was something searching about the way his tongue brushed against yours. 

Getting confident, Neteyam tugged gently on the strings that kept the cloth covering your lower parts, looking you directly in the eyes.

A silent 'yes' accompanied your nod. As you watched him caress your body inch by inch as he kissed down your chest, the sparkles in your eyes grew brighter. As much as the idea of having Neteyam's hand where you were so vulnerable concerned you, once you started fantasizing about it, you couldn't stop - it wouldn't be anything you hadn't done before though, especially while imagining things the oldest of the Sully brothers would have done to you… You were surprised when he first touched your exposed collarbone rather than between your legs. The kisses retraced the trails left by his hands as they moved from your shoulders and down your sides. The moment his lips touched your legs, you felt a wildfire in your core that demanded to be quenched. As his weight settled over you, his lips layered yours, and then heavy hands slipped beneath the piece of fabric, nestling into the warmth waiting there, then sliding into the awaiting wetness briefly. He gently untied the strings of the cloth, taking it off of you and placing it beside you. Then, his lips locked on your aching mound. Your mouth dropped open - the feeling overwhelmed you, and you seemed as if his hands were carrying you upwards, towards some uncharted destination. “Oh, Neteyam,” you sighed slightly, rolling your head backwards a little, nesting it on a soft grass tuft. “It feels so divine…” The sensation of his softness on your slick folds made you shiver - the feeling was strange, and shameful, because you found yourself wanting more. The repeated pressure at your opening soon transformed from an alien feeling into an inviting one. You groaned into the grass, then moaned loudly, as your pussy lips spread apart, his attention deepening as his index finger gently touched your clitoris.

As Neteyam raised his head, he disengaged his lips from your vulnerable spot, gently running the tip of his tongue along them. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

“Yes,” you whispered, barely moving your lips while looking him in the eyes.

With no unnecessary words, he continued eating you out, exploring your private parts with both his tongue and fingers. In just a moment, he slipped a digit gently into your pussy. His tongue flattened, pressing to your clitoris as his finger moved slowly in and out of you.

Moaning was the only logical reaction, and so you did, becoming a little, moaning mess, begging Neteyam for more.

Neteyam discovered with amusement that your pussy soon became incredibly tight, and your inner, soft walls began clenching rhythmically around Neteyam's finger, milking it with your warm wetness. When the overwhelming pleasure became unbearable, you instinctively slipped your fingers into his hair, gently tugging on his braid as a loud whimper rolled over your parted lips. You rolled to the side, panting - you didn't react as Neteyam came to lie beside you, the limbs tossed in a tumble of warm skin; it was a scene you couldn't have ever imagined.

Taking your time to enjoy so craved closeness, the two of you snuggled together, caressing each other solemnly.

"I guess it's my turn to pay the favor back," you whispered teasingly as you kissed Neteyam's lips passionately while his cloth was being taken off.

Neteyam did not flinch when you rolled to him, just blushed a little - he did not complain when you began your investigation - a truly scientific look at a part of man you had never encountered before. Neteyam's penis was long and curved, too turgid to bend, and his scrotum was soft to hold in your hands; his testicles shifted slowly as your fingers gently caressed them.

Straddling his legs, you felt the muscled calves support your ass. "Have your penis experienced pleasure while your mouth was inside me?" You asked curiously.

He grinned at you and replied, "Your pushes against my head were so vigorous that my shaft thrusted the grass, growing larger, so the answer is yes.”

Seeing Neteyam lying still beneath you, you ran the tip of your tongue across your lips and smiled widely, showing off your teeth. It dawned on you that you no longer felt ashamed of your nakedness.

Daintily, your neat fingers brushed up against his shaft.

A deep sigh was emitted from Neteyam, his eyes becoming large as he jerked a little.

"I see you appreciate such contact," you teased, feeling your embers rekindle. When you encircled his shaft in your smooth palm, he began swearing out loud. 

Feeling him twitch and squirm beneath you, totally subordinate to your whimsy was intoxicating.

A cat's grin spread across your face as Neteyam groaned in response to your touch.

Several minutes passed before he spoke, "Feels so good... But quite sensitive. I need some moisture."

"I think we should do something about that." As you licked your lower lip and nestled yourself between his legs, you lowered your head; initially, accommodating his shaft in your mouth seemed difficult, but once you relaxed your throat and muscles in general, it became easier.

A fistful of your hair was seized by Neteyam, who cursed out loud, "Fuck."

As you slowly bobbled your head, you kept in mind that you had to also work your tongue - girls had said that this way men were losing their senses completely.

While massaging your scalp with his long fingers, he managed to whimper quietly, "The pleasure is unbearable."

After quickening your attempts to please your beloved boyfriend, he began leaking precum; the salty taste was left on your tongue, but you loved it.

His cock fell out of your mouth with a loud pop, and you moved a little to kiss his lips while stroking his shaft and circling his leaking tip with your thumb. “Did you like fìkem?”

A hand was placed on your cheek by Neteyam as he nodded eagerly. "I loved every moment you gave to me, oeyä yawntu."

A mischievous grin danced across your lips as you decided to try something much more intimidating. His cock was grabbed and jerked several times before being rubbed against your pussy. From bottom to top, Neteyam's cock brushed against the wetness under your labia. You couldn't resist shifting further up his legs, which caused Neteyam's cock to pass your second lips. The experience was strange, it was too much, but it was all you craved for so long.

Suddenly, your grinding turned from exploratory to utterly necessary - your strokes collided your sexes and white-hot explosions in the back of your skull made you moan loudly. 

When Neteyam's cock collided with your needing wetness, he instinctively grabbed your tail, caressing its tip, cursing both in Na’vi and English.

"Do you want..." You whispered, slowly grinding against his penis, looking him in the eye. It was hard for you to fully express your desires. "My confidence has never been stronger than now, Neteyam. I need you to be mine fully.”

Neteyam nodded, still playing with your tail, which was wriggling vigorously from the emotions you were experiencing. "I've been dreaming about it, Y/N."

Taking hold of your braid, you swung it over your shoulder, waiting for his reaction.

In a few seconds, Neteyam took his braid into his palm, and soon your neural queues were connected.

The unbearable pleasure now became more intense and welcoming as the warm feeling filled you from within; you felt as if you were drowning in it; your pupils widened rapidly. “Dear Eywa! Neteyam!” 

Upon connecting your queues, Neteyam grabbed his shaft and stroked it briefly before slowly pushing himself into your wet core, causing you to roll your head back in a rapture.

Neteyam's hips were bucking up, and his cock was spreading your insides painfully; his hands were placed on your hips, guiding you back and forth, encouraging you to move faster.

Initially bucking your hips slowly, you allowed yourself time to fully accommodate his member; the curve of his penis filled your pussy to the brim, leaving you panting as your hands stroked his bare chest. "Oeyä Neteyam."

His cock was coated with your slick wetness, which made it more sensitive. In a husky voice, Neteyam warned, "I won't last much longer, baby.”

Nothing could stop you from riding your orgasm against his cock as the pleasure shot through your body. “Neteyam!”

The tightening of his grip on your hips was accompanied by sloppily moving hips as he chased his peak. As soon as your name rolled off his lips, he delved his cock deeply into your pussy, cumming within you, milking your inner walls with his seeds.

As you continued to buck your hips several times, you moved your hand down your body to caress the place you were still connected. “I love you, Neteyam. Once and for all.”

As you got off him, Neteyam whistled, nestling you in his arms immediately. "Irayo for taking me to Eywa."

You kissed his nose lovingly and claimed, "I think we didn't do that badly for our first time."

Having agreed with you, Neteyam chuckled softly, "Yeah, we did a really good job. We're an excellent team, aren't we?" While his fingertips brushed against your sweaty skin, his strong arms held you close to his chest.

Instead of replying, you placed your head on his chest and closed your eyes, listening to his mighty heartbeat. There was a sense of lightness - you attributed some of that to your first orgasms, but you knew your joy reached deeper than that.

Glossary:

oeyä yawntu - my beloved

oeyä - my

Utral Aymokriyä - Tree of Voices

yawntutsyìp - darling

nga yawne lu oer - I love you

irayo - thank you

pxìm - often

fìkem - this (action)

[taerple]

JOHN PRICE - HIDE AND SEEK

— warning: in no way this is meant to sexualize anyone, this is all entertainment purposes only. thanks for reading.

- stalking. obsessive behavior. harsh language. mention of killing. knife play and smut scenes.

It’s pathetic, I’m pathetic. Knowing that I feel safe and peaceful when my deranged fucking stalker is around everywhere that I am? I do, it makes me sick to even admit it. The safer his presence makes me feel around him, I get terrified of him twice as much. It’s horrifying to know that I could lose my life any day now, not that he wants to kill me, quite the opposite actually.

He wouldn’t— but he could if he wanted to, and I can’t win against him. He loves to see the terrified look etched on my face every time he’s outside of my house, vulnerable and anxious. He wants me to be scared of him.

He loves seeing me cover in the safety of my own house, unable to do anything more than watch as his face contorts with glee whenever he sees me. I hate myself for not being able to fight back, I stand no chance. This man knows me inside out— he can probably predict what I’d do in any and every situation.

I can’t let him get the satisfaction of seeing me tremble within my skin. I can’t let him win every single time he decides to scare me by roaming outside my house, trying to instill a sense of dread inside me. I can’t even talk to anyone without making sure they don’t lose their lives— especially guys.

I know that if a guy even wishes to talk to me, he’s probably going to sew their vocals chords shut. No, he’s definitely going to. No amount of security can confine this man. Nothing. Everything I’ve tried has failed. He always finds some way to maneuver around the system. But that’s okay, because this time I’ll show him that I’m not scared of him. Even if I am, like every night, he’ll stop by— he’ll roam around my house like always, sometimes would send me a text message, and then he’ll leave.

But this time I’ll find the perfect moment, just a small crack in his plan and I’ll flee away from here. He’ll be here soon…

Just the thought of him makes my hair stand. I focused on my breathing, listening intently to outside noises. My head whips towards the noise of a branch cracking outside. He’s here.

I grab a knife just in case things don’t go accordingly— and tiptoe towards a window in my living room. I peeked through the tiny opening while looking at his hooded figure, my breath hitches. He halts in his steps, taking out his phone, seeing his fingers rapidly pressing on the screen.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket before slowly taking it out…

I must be looking good today, seeing how hard you’re staring at me.

Furrowing my brows, I look away from the screen and back at him just to see him looking right directly at me. Shit…

He begins walking west from my front door, starting to roam around my house like usual. I wait for a minute, knowing that he’ll be on the opposite side from my front door, and then I rush towards the door. But I immediately freeze hearing keys jingle. Wait a damn minute, why is he here? He’s supposed to be on the other side.

I hear him inserting the key in the lock. My legs develop a mind of their own as I dashed to the nearest wall and hid behind it. The door cracks open, revealing a tall hooded figure as he starts to walk around. Few minutes later, I hear his footsteps going upstairs. Now’s my chance.

I charge for the door when suddenly I stopped dead in my track. “Going somewhere, my love?” I gulped and slowly turned around and there he was, walking downstairs. I feel the liquid adrenaline pumping through my body. I just froze, I couldn’t even move an inch. His deep British accent voice rings inside my skull.

“You’re too scared to run, aren’t you?” I whimper involuntarily. He’s right. My knees begin to tremble while he grin widens, knowing he got under my skin. I come back to my senses before holding my knife up— my hands slightly shaking violently.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” I muttered out, my voice slightly cracking.

“Do you like games, sweetheart?” He questions challengingly, his words drenched in cockiness. I shake my head slowly. He slightly smirks before continuing.

“How about a game called Hide and Seek? If you can hide for ten minutes without being caught, then I’ll leave, forever.” He raises his eyebrows, studying my face. For someone who has been infatuated with me for almost three months, disappearing altogether in ten minutes doesn’t sound promising. Either way, I don’t care. I’ll do whatever it takes— and if ten minutes is all it takes, then so be it.

“Start counting.” He commands, before he exits out of the front door and circling my house— making sure I don’t try to officially run away in the process. There are absolutely no hiding spots in my fucking house. I managed to find a compact space in my closet, just enough for my body to squeeze in.

A few minutes later, I hear the front door close— and his heavy boots clanking on the floor. I count the minutes in my head. Approximately seven minutes later, I realize that I don’t hear him.

I quietly crawl out, making sure I don’t creak my floors— which ends up taking some time to reach. He’s nowhere. I have about fourteen seconds, and it’s over. I swiftly moved— being cautions of my surroundings as I make my way to the front door. Counting down the seconds in my head, I reached for the doorknob, twisting it and flipping the door opened on the last few seconds.

Before I could dashed out, someone grabs me by my waist and pushed me on the hard cold floor— my back colliding harshly with it. “Gotcha. Did you think you can really outsmart me? You have no fucking idea who I am. You can’t get past me even if you wanted to. I hope what I’m going to do next answers your previous questions, yeah?” He hisses before hovering above me— his hands are on my throat, slightly knocking the air out of my lungs.

I struggled, attempting to shove him away but my efforts are futile. Suddenly, he leans down close to me and presses his lips onto mines— this shouldn’t feel good— I shouldn’t like this. The way his lips mould with mine, leaving no space between us. How is tongue explores my mouth greedily, licking into me. How he touches me everywhere. I don’t have a damn choice— I managed to roughly push him off of me, gasping for air. My chest was slightly burning while my heart was racing rapidly.

One of his hands is around my throat while the other grabs the knife is my hand that I had long forgotten about. “What should I do with you, hm?” I struggle against him, but his strong hold is tight. He waves the knife around my cheek, my shaking body risking getting sliced. “Or maybe I should cut that pretty tongue of yours.” He slightly scoffs, the tip of the knife slightly pushing onto my bottom lip, making a tiny cut as blood tickles down my chin.

“Open your mouth.” He orders, and I comply, feeling his grip on my throat slowly loosen. I opened my mouth which was slightly twitching and trembling in fear before he slowly inserts the knife, the flat blunt surface of the cold metal on my tongue— being careful not to cut the inside of my mouth. “Or maybe I should…” his sentence trails off as his eyes set on my throbbing cunt. He slowly leads the tip of the knife between my legs, only a centimeter away from my core. “Take it off.” He demands, gently gazing against my clit through my shorts.

“Come on sweetheart, take ‘em off.” His tone sounds so reassuring but his actions are the complete opposite. My fingers move and hook around the hem of my shorts, pulling them off roughly. I can feel the pool of my arousal painting my thighs and soaking my panties.

His orbs instantly latch down there. “Does this excite you? How fucking adorable.” His smokey laugh pinches my ears, and I feel the humiliation swell my skin. The knife slips under the hem and cuts off the string on both sides.

I gasped— completely bottomless, and aching. He turns his knife around so he grips the sharp metal, the tight grip making his palm start to bleed. The handle stops at my opening— then I feel it slowly pushing inside, causing me to moan slightly. “Come on baby, let it out.” He commanding voice booms out while he thrusts deeper— his thumb circling on my clit roughly.

The pleasure builds more and more until it explodes inside of me, flooding my system with immense pleasure. My eyes flutter shut and my mouth hangs open as my entire body tenses— it’s almost unbearable. He moves my hair aside, pressing his warm lips on my neck and placing featherlight kisses there.

“Good girl.” He praises, before embracing me in his strong arms. “No matter where you go or what you do, you’ll always be my prey— and I’ll always hunt you down.”

[dirtybitfic]

Okay so basically one day Matt is crying and y/n finds him and she goes to comfort him obviously and puts his head in her lap so his head in on her thighs,so she is just praising him and telling him it’s gna be okay and he’s so perfect and all that yap and then he starts to kiss her things slowly and gets higher in her thighs with the kissed and she’s hesitant at first so she like “Matt..” and he says something like “need ur pussy” “please let me taste you” and he’s just really subby but also kinda dom idk so she lets him open her things and he just go crazy making her feel good and he’s just so pussy drunk and he’s whispering thing like “my pussy” love this pussy” and he just rlly wants to make her cum and hear her moans

I put my whole pussy into this

you shore mf did put your whole pussy into this and I love it sooo... here you GOOOO!!!!

Need it

matt x y/n

contains ~ smutt, head(fem receiving ) , switch matt, sub-y/n character , use of nick names like~ baby & ma.

Y/n pov~

I just got out of the shower and dried off deciding to blow dry my hair so I didn't get matts pillows wet since i'm planning on chilling in his room most of the day . Chris and nick went out for a couple work meetings but Matt stayed back saying he wasn't feeling up to it.

I just finished drying my hair then threw my wet towels in the washer so Matt didn't have to do it later . I decided I wanted some tea so I went to the kitchen and made myself a mint tea with honey and made my way back to matts room.

when I opened the door I saw Matt laying curled up , thinking he was asleep I walked quietly to the other side of the bed and set my tea down . Then I heard small sniffles and immediately looked over at Matt to see a small tear streaming down the side of his face. Seeing him cry always breaks my heart he's such a sweet person and he's one of my best friends . We relate to each other with anxiety and depression so when one of us is upset we always go to each other for comfort .

I immediately sit down and run my hand gently down his back .

Matt what's wrong talk to me I say as he rolls over and looks at me with red puffy eyes .

I d-dont know I just- he starts crying more and I pat my lap for him to put his head down . He lays his head on my thighs and holds me around the waist.

shhh I know its okay I coo as I run my hands through his hair gently.

I just i've been so stressed with filming lately and -- I feel like i'm not putting in enough effort he chokes out as he squeezes me a little tighter.

I know it can be stressful filming so much but you're doing so well you know . I think you put in great effort and I think the fans do to .

I just- I don't know i'm just ugh... chris and nick are always pestering me when we film because I have a bad attitude and they embarrass me all the time he chokes out as his breathing starts to slowly go back to normal.

I know they get on your nerves a lot but you know thats just the way they are . Chris loves to get under everyones skin cause he gets a kick out of it and nick just likes to rial you up to get you to be more energetic . I try to reason with his feelings by pointing out thats just the way his brothers show their love .

I know you're right I just think i've been stressed and getting a bit aggravated with everything else because of it he says as he takes a couple deep breaths .

I know and you know i'm always here for you . You've been doing so good with the content and I know as aggravated as you've been you've done such a good job at creating content that you and the viewers enjoy . Its all gone be okay just take some time away from them to calm down if thats what's you need . I say and he nuzzles his face into my thigh . I find it cute but then he places a small kiss on my thigh catching me off guard.

He softly starts kissing my lower thigh as he starts kissing up my leg getting close to my inner thigh. Even though it feels good he's in a vulnerable state and I don't want him doing something he might regret.

matt... your vulnerable right now I don't think this is a good idea I say with a tinge of worry in my tone.

he places a kiss on my inner thigh before looking up at me .

please I need to taste you he says in a slightly whiney tone that turns me on .

i... are you sure I ask looking down at him .

he smiles and shakes his head.

yes please I let me taste you I need it

okay ... I answer and his face immediately brightens as he places more kisses on my inner thighs before his hands move to the waistband of my shorts . He slides them down my legs along with my thong.

I help him by kicking them fully off and he grabs onto my thighs spreading them apart. He groans as he immediately dives in licking and sucking . Never in a million years did I think Matt would be going down on me but god datum he's so fucking good at it.

mmm fuck matt s-so good I moan as he sucks on my clit .

he groans into me causing me to buck from the vibrations. He inserts his middle finger into me curling it to hit the perfect spot and I cant stop my legs from shaking .

o-oh my god just like that I moan as I grab onto his hair pulling softly.

god you taste so good he groans then goes back to sucking expertly as his finger move in and out at a fast pace bringing my orgasm close.

f-fuck matt im gonna cum I whine out and he speeds up his finger and flicks his tongue at a fast pace .

come on give it to me I wanna taste your cum so bad he says in a toe that has my eyes rolling back and my orgasm crashing over me .

mmm so good I fucking love this pussy he groans as his finger still works inside of me .

he adds a mother finger and jolt from how sensitive I am from finishing just seconds ago.

oh-my g-god matt fuck I moan as I pull his hair tightly causing him to groan into me .

he curls his fingers moving them at a pace so good I feel pressure building.

he sucks on my sensitive clit and I cant help but scream out.

FUCK MATT OH-G-GOD the pressure is building fast and I know I need to warn his.

m-MATT im g-gonna squirt if you k-keep doing that I cry out

he smirks against me before looking up at me with hooded eyes.

you can do it baby come on give it to he says in a deep raspy tone causing me to bite my lip and throw my head back.

my legs start shaking and the pressure breaks as I squirt all over his face and hand but he doesn't stop . He continues sucking and licking while his fingers still move in and out . Its almost becoming to much so I try and push his head away but he just holds around my thighs tighter and pressing his face deeper into my pussy.

this fucking pussy is mine he growls in a deep voice . He looks so pussy drunk it makes me even wetter just watching him lick me up like i'm the last thing he'll ever taste .

My legs are non stop shaking and i'm overstimulated but I don't think he plans on stopping anytime soon .

His fingers hit a spot that has my back arching and me screaming out .

MATT OH FUCK PLEASE I scream out not knowing what i'm asking for i'm just caught up in the pleasure he's giving me right now.

tell me how good i'm making you feel ma he says as he adds another finger into me making me gasp.

ohh f-fuck good so g-good I moan out as he goes back to licking me up .

I hold onto his face as I shamelessly going into his tongue as another orgasm approaches quickly .

f-fuck matt im gonna c-cum I whine out as he shakes his head side to side giving me extra pleasure.

my back arches and I scream out as my orgasm washes over me and I press his face into my pussy .

all mine he groans as he watches me come down from my high .

i'm so overstimulated I could pass out . My legs are shaking as my body jolts when he sucks on my swollen clit .

MA-MATT I C-CANT I- TOO SENSITIVE I scream out as he curls his fingers up and moving them at such an angle all that can be heard are squelching sounds . I know if he doesn't stop now i'm gonna squirt again and I don't know if I can handle it.

come on give me one more baby I know you can do it he praises as he continues his finger movements and licking .

f-fuck im gonna - I cut myself off by squirting all over him again .

he groans as he slurps up my juices and I moan out his name repeatedly until I come down.

he unlatches his mouth form me and pulls out his fingers licking them clean in the process . Im breathing hard as my legs are shaking.

He leans down kissing a path up my neck to my mouth placing a sweet tender kiss on my lips before pulling away brushing some hair out of my face.

you okay he asks when he sees my face .

yeah that was just... the best head i've ever gotten in my life I say followed by a small giggle . He chuckles softly as he lays down and pulls me into him.

he kisses my head as my breathing calms down .

feeling better? I ask

yeah a lot better he says smiling at me .

Thank you he says as he pulls me even closer

no thank you I say with a smile causing him to laugh.

you know I think now anytime i'm upset that pussy is gonna be my go to cheer up method

i'd be okay with that

we both smile and laugh as we cuddle under the covers and drift off to sleep.

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Chapter 8 - Clipped Wings

Ashamed that Dean has discovered her wings, Y/N takes matters into her own hands to fix the problem.

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TW: This chapter contains self mutilation of wings that may be triggering for those that struggle with the topic of self harm. I am not trying to romanticize the subject, please don’t be afraid to seek help if you feel unsafe. 

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My head spins as I clutch at my chest, willing myself to breathe in ragged breaths. My body shivers from the uncomfortable cold sweat that clings to my skin. My hands, feet, and tip of my nose goes numb, the feeling much like the buzz of a static TV.

I wobble to my feet and hastily pop open the buttons on my shirt with shaky hands. I shove the fabric off my shoulders and let it pool around my feet. Once again, I’m completely vulnerable. Staring myself down in the mirror, my eyes full of resentment at the twisted version of myself staring back at me.

How could you be so careless? Now he knows how much of a freak you really are! I scold myself, gripping the edges of the sink and hang my head in shame.

Taking a piece of bandage from the front of my chest, I carelessly rip it in half with the sudden strength arising from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I hastily unwind the wrap of musty bandages, revealing the tattered skin underneath which is now a blotchy red color from the lack of circulation. I cringe as I feel my wings pop free from the restrictive binding. Unsurprisingly, they’ve grown since the morning, reaching nearly a foot in length that now fall just above my hip. More feathers have filled in, some of them small, fuzzy, and gray, hugging the bone. And others that are long and white with a golden shimmer at the tips. They stretch out as far as their length will allow, trying to soothe the aching feeling from being confined for so long.

I glare at myself in the mirror, disgusted at how far I've fallen from the simple human I once was. This is what Lucifer wants. He wants me to become a monster just like him, trapping me into a life bound to my captor. This has been his plan all along.

I shake my head, my knuckles turning white from gripping the porcelain sink with the strength of a bull. Tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision and clouding my mind.

I know what I have to do.

Carefully, I grab the powerful angel blade off the bathroom floor, hugging it to my chest. If this is the only thing that can kill an angel, surely it will get the job done.

 I turn on my heels and tilt my head back to see my wings clearly in the mirror, and with that it’s decided: they must be removed by any means necessary. I take a deep breath, gripping the angel blade, just as Dean taught me and press the blade to the top of my wing, just a few inches from where they distend from my back. I hesitate for a few seconds, my body shaking with fear and doubt that lasts for a fleeting moment. With one swift motion, I slice the blade across, cutting through the thin layer of flesh.

“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath. I’ve been hurt before many times in my life and I have the scars to prove it, but nothing compares to the pain that radiates from my wings. They’re more sensitive than I ever could’ve imagined.

Blood dribbles down from the wound, staining the white feathers surrounding the area. The sound of quiet droplets hitting the tile floor below cuts through the silence of the room.

My breath comes in ragged and my heart beats a thousand miles per second. With renewed determination, I bite my lip and hover the blade, just above the incision.

“Y/N?” Dean asks from the other side of the door, startling me out of my trance. His voice is low and caring, but very clearly concerned.

“Go away Dean,” I reply weakly, biting back the sobs that so badly want to spill out.

“Let’s just talk about this,” he says in a kind voice. I hear a soft thud, presumably from him leaning his head on the door.

Part of me wants to stop what I'm doing and open the door for him, let him come in and comfort me like I know he can, but I don’t. This is how it has to be. This is how I break Lucifer's hold on me. This is how I reclaim my humanity.

Ignoring his pleas, I drag the blade further down the weeping laceration, sawing until the bone is exposed. I involuntarily hiss and drop the blade to the floor as agonizing pain surges through me. It makes a loud clattering noise that rings out like the chime of a bell. This time the results are much more severe. Blood pours out of the wound, drenching my entire wing in a sickening crimson coating. Feathers flutter to the ground in clumps, landing in the forming pool of blood below. The feathers that were once pure and white, now stained in my misery, forever corrupted by sin. 

“Y/N? What are you doing in there?” Dean asks in a distressed voice.

I don’t respond, partially because I don’t want him to know the answer to the question, and because I’m unable to make any sound besides weak groans. My knees give out and I fall to the ground, slumping forward and tucking my head into my knees. I can’t stop the heaves of sobs that shake my body as the pain and torment becomes too much to handle.

“Y/N OPEN THIS DOOR!” He demands, knocking incessantly.

A whimper escapes my lips as the world slowly starts to spin. Every ounce of energy in me feels as if it's draining rapidly. My whole body feels light and the need to keep fighting slowly fades away, the pain grows dim and my mind becomes a blank slate, the emptiness feels warm and inviting.

The quiet clicks and jingles of the doorknob fill the silence, becoming more imperative by the second. With one final tick, the lock gives in and the door swings open with a bang.

I cusp my hand over the injury in a pitiful attempt to hide what I'd done.

“Oh fuck,” Dean gasps, immediately rushing to my side. He pulls me close and takes my head in his hands, panic taking over his features.

 My eyes are unfocused and my skin is pale as a ghost.

 He peels my hand away exposing the mess of flesh, feather and bone. His face drops.

I want to resist but I'm too weak to fight him. “Dean…” I groan softly, using all my energy to look him in the eye. Suddenly my eyelids feel heavy and my pupils drift to the ceiling.

“It’s me. I need you to stay awake, can you do that?” He says in a serious voice, lightly squeezing my jaw, keeping me grounded to reality.

I can’t manage a response as the words get caught in my throat. I blink slowly, widening my eyes as much as I can, trying my best to shake the sleepiness that so desperately calls my name.

He swiftly moves me to lie on the floor, dragging me away from the puddle of blood that stained my feet and hips. I should feel embarrassed that my half naked body is completely exposed to him, but it’s not even a concern that crosses my mind at this moment.

“I have to call Sam and Cas.” He states, fumbling for his phone.

“No!” I cry, “Please don’t tell them.” I meet his eyes with a look of desperation, silently pleading with him.

“Y/N -” He furrows his brows.

“I said no Dean!” I snap, followed by a soft, “Please….”

He thinks for a second before nodding his head and getting to his feet. With a sense of urgency he rushes to the cabinet and grabs the first aid kit, yanking it open with such haste that the flimsy plastic cracks and breaks under his touch. He rummages through the supplies, pulling out a needle and thread, as well as a travel size bottle of antiseptic. 

“You’re gonna need stitches,” he explains. “This is going to hurt a lot.” He looks at me sympathetically, then guides my head to lean on his shoulder. “Bite down, it’ll help with the pain.” 

I nod my head against his broad shoulder, trying to distract myself from the anticipation and anxiety riddling my mind. I can feel the nausea building in my stomach. I barely register his arms moving behind my head with precision as he threads the needle.

“Take a deep breath,” he orders.

I do as he says, attempting to control my breathing. The needle enters my sensitive skin, it feels like searing hot pain as he drags it through to the other side of the injury, pulling the thread taught. I can’t stop the scream that rips through my body. My wings tense up and fan out, trying to escape the pain.

“Shh, I'll make it quick,” he assures me, running a soothing hand down the feathers of my wings. The feeling it leaves is a pleasant surprise of soothing pleasure. I’m thankful for the contrast in sensations that temporarily distracts me from the searing pain.

I screw my eyes shut and bite down on his shoulder hard enough that I probably broke skin through his shirt as he continues to stitch me up. I sob in his arms, my tears stain his signature red flannel, but I'm too far gone to care. 

When the stitches are finished he opens the bottle of antiseptic and pours a bit onto the wound. It should hurt like hell, but at this point my body is too tired to even register the burn.

“All done.” He strokes my hair, letting me rest my head on him for as long as I need. “You made it sweetheart.” He places a tender kiss on the top of my head. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

I lean back, a disheveled mess, allowing him to stand up.

He grabs a fresh towel from the closet, running it under the tap until it's soaked in clean water. He takes a seat behind me, tucking his knees on either side of me and tenderly touches the rag to the bloodied area around the wound.

I hiss at the contact, it stings, but I bite my lip and let him work.

Carefully, he drags the towel down each feather, mopping up the crimson mess that paints my damaged wings like a gruesome crime scene. He takes his time, working his way from the top to the bottom til the feathers are nearly clean, leaving just a tint of pink behind. Without exchanging any words, he runs his fingers through the soft plumage, correcting the placement of the messy crooked ones until they lay neatly. 

I  can’t stop myself from sighing at his touch. His fingers radiate pleasure throughout my wings.

“Gorgeous,” he mutters under his breath, placing a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. 

“Th- thank you Dean,” I whisper, turning my head back to look at him, but still feeling a twinge of doubt.

“Don’t mention it, sweetheart,” he replies, his voice sweet and caring. He takes the excess of medical wrap and carefully wraps the cloth around the stitches, biting off the end with his teeth and tucking it away securely. He stands up and plops the dirty towel in the sink and washes away the blood that soaks his hands until the water runs clear, drying them on the sides of his jeans. Turning back to me, he lifts me off the floor like I weigh nothing to him and brings me to my bed, carefully laying me on the mattress, being mindful of my butchered wing. He scoots in next to me, pulling me close and wrapping his arm around my waist.

I rest my head on his chest, the rise and fall of his breathing instantly calm me.

“Why?” is all he can say.

The question hangs in the air as I scramble for the right thing to say, but it’s difficult to explain.

“I tried to get rid of them. I had too,” I try to explain, but the words become lost in translation. “I’m tired of being a freak…” I say in a hushed tone.

“You’re not a freak Y/N.” His hands wander to my wings, carefully tracing each feather. “You’re beautiful,” he coos. “Promise me you’ll never do this again,” he says in a more serious tone, his eyes brimming with tears.

I falter for a moment, the thought of living like this for the rest of my miserable life leaves me feeling sick. But, perhaps one day I could also learn to love the wings that Dean finds so utterly beautiful.

“Promise,” I reply, tucking my cozying my head into his chest and wrapping a damaged wing around us. 

He strokes my hair and I melt into his touch. 

Despite the disaster I had just subjected us too, I feel protected in his arms, like nothing could ever hurt me.

“Sleep” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

And with that I drift off into a peaceful slumber, thankful for the safe haven that is Dean Winchester.

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7 Minutes - Sirius Black x PopSinger!Reader

Pairing: Sirius Black x PopSinger!Reader

Prompt: The Songs; BOYSHIT by Madison Beer, 7 minutes by Dean Lewis, Bad Habit by Ed Sheeren cover from Rain Paris

Warnings: Smut, use of the word slut (once), D/s, traffic light system, use of the nickname pup/puppy.

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The second your phone rang not an hour after you’d posted your new single, you smirked knowing exactly who it was. You put the phone on speaker before giving your hand back to your nail artist.  

“Are you serious?” His voice shouted down the phone. 

“No that would be you darling.” You snickered hearing him growl in pure annoyance. 

“Take it down!” He snapped making you roll your eyes. 

“Sorry love but I’m already trending. No can do.” You muttered with a smirk. 

“I swear to god Y/N— 

“Shouldn’t swear at the big man in the sky. One way ticket to hell.” You snickered teasingly. 

“You—forget it.” Sirius snapped angrily as he hung up. 

You smirked in satisfaction, knowing you’d won this round. You were still heartbroken about the breakup but instead of moving on your plan was to get him back. Sirius was the only one that ever understood you. He understood the mental scars you had more than anyone had ever before but the second he felt vulnerable he always bolted. It wasn’t your first break up but it was the only public one which meant you’d have to fight harder this time.  

He’d already been spotted with two different girls in the space of a month which had hurt but you tried to ignore it knowing this was his defence. You weren’t going to let him throw away what you two had. 

********** 

You smirked as you hit upload, the thrill that ran through you, one that had you shivering visibly as you waited to the phone to ring. You brushed the arms of the big leather jacket you had on with a smug smirk on your face. Not 10 minutes after posting the new music video, for your new song BOYSHIT, your phone began ringing. 

“Hello my love.” You greeted as you picked up the phone aiming it at your face. 

“Is that my fucking jacket you’re wearing in your video? Why are you barely clothed? and why, oh WHY is some fucking skinny fuck boy touching what’s not his?” He shouted his teeth visibly clenched, even over camera. 

“Yeah it went cute with the rock and roll theme, plus it went well the booty shorts and the docs too. And Jason did not even touch me that much. And I’m a free woman I can wear whatever I want in public.” You answered easily making his face drop. 

“Y-Yeah I know but I don’t like that he touched you.” He grumbled like a scolded child. 

“He’s gay.” You deadpanned making his lips twitch before he burst out laughing. 

“I’ll send Peter to grab my jacket.” Sirius said suddenly ridding his face of any emotion. 

“Siri— 

“I’ll speak to you soon.” Sirius interrupted you before hanging up. 

Tears pricked your eyes as you tilted you head back, begging them not to fall because you weren’t sure you’d ever stop. Maybe it really was done. Maybe this time there was no coming back. Stupid idiot, I just had to mention those three little words. I should’ve kept it to myself until he said it.  

You curled up in your chair, his jacket suddenly feeling heavier on your shoulders. The smell of cigarettes and Sirius’ cologne filled your nostrils as you bury your tear cover face in your arm. Suddenly all your previous confidence was gone. Maybe I’m just to damaged to love, was your only thought as you fell asleep at your computer desk with a tear stained face. 

*********** 

You woke up to the sound of someone ringing the buzzer of your flat. You walked over to the monitor and stared at the person with a disappointed frown. You buzzed them up without so much as a word, shedding the leather jacket from your shoulders with a bitter feeling seeping into your bones as you did. When there was a knock at your front door you swung it open and passed the jacket to the man stood there. 

“I told him to come himself but he wouldn’t listen. Peter refused to come, told him to man up.” Remus muttered with a sympathetic smile on his face. 

“Tea?” You muttered as you tried to hold back the tears threatening to consume you once again. 

“I’ll make it. Go sit down.” Remus sighed as he made his way to your kitchen with an air of casualness. 

When he walked in not 2 minutes later with two cuppa’s you gave him a small smile despite the sadness simmering just below the surface. He sat down next to you holding his own cuppa with one hand as he threw his other arm over your shoulder pulling you into a hug. 

“Hey Rem?” You whispered tearfully. 

“Yeah?” He replied before sipping his tea. 

“You’d of been a really good big brother.” You chuckled softly as you leant against his shoulder, cradling the cuppa in your hands, close to your chest. 

“I know things are up in the air with you two but you can always talk to me. Day or night, I’m here ‘kay?” He whispered his tone had your tears once again falling as you cried into his chest. 

“I-I love him.” You sobbed as he moved the cups from both your hands placing them in the table before pulling you into his arms. 

“I know lovey.” Remus muttered sadly as he stroked your hair. 

“Come on, dry your tears and go get dressed. I’ll treat you to Starbucks.” He mumbled as he wipes away the tears off your makeup stained face. 

You chuckled softly before wandering off to get rid of the makeup off your face. Once your face was free of all makeup and you’d done your skincare you grabbed a simple lounge set that had a vest style turtleneck, leggings and a cardigan that all matched. Your nails had been done after your music video they had cute little Stitch’s on the middle finger. You slid on your grey fluffy sliders before wandering back out to Remus who was stood, with his car keys hanging off his finger, next to the front door. 

“Come on superstar.” Remus joked as he gave you a bright grin. 

********** 

You finally arrived at Starbucks and instead of going through the drive through you both chose to go into the café. It was 5pm and it would be closing soon so you both figured it would be safe. However the second you walked in you noticed a few more people than usual, a few of which were ogling you both with narrowed eyes as they whispered to there friends. 

“What do you want?” Remus asked sweetly as he pocketed his car keys. 

“(Your fave Drink) please.” You replied with a shy smile. 

‘I thought she was dating Sirius? What a slag.’ You heard someone whisper behind you making your face flush bright red. 

You tried to hide behind your sleeves which seemed to draw Remus’ attention from ordering. He looked behind him to see some girls snickering behind you his face instantly showing his anger. 

“Have some respect and keep your nose out of peoples business.” Remus hissed as he pulled you in front of him before turning his back to the girls. 

“I’ll take a green tea as well. Do you want anything to eat. Your manager said you haven’t been eating much.” He asked softly making you laugh. 

“Sure I’ll have a (your choice). Thank you Rem.” You muttered awkwardly as he paid for everything. You waited until everything was ready before taking the food and drinks towards the car.  

However once you’d gotten outside there was paparazzi everywhere. You inhaled deeply as you tried to control your anxiety but that many people crowding you wasn’t helping. Remus swore under his breath as he held your drinks and food up so they wouldn’t get knocked as he pushed through the men and women with cameras. The questions were being shouted at you as you neared the car.  

‘Are you switching to another member?’ 

‘Are you still with Sirius?’ 

‘Did you know he was spotted with two other girls this month?’ 

You quickly hopped into the car passenger seat ignoring there questioning as Remus did the same. He glanced at you with a worried gaze but made no move to touch you as he could clearly see you were overwhelmed. You grabbed your drink and began sipping it before putting it in the cup holder.  

“I hate paps.” You huffed with an eye roll. 

“Can’t say we deal with them that much. But maybe it because I don’t go out unless we’re preforming.” He snorted making you laugh as he picked up his tea ignoring the crowd outside the car. 

“Shall we take bets on what the headline tomorrow will say?” You snickered making him smirk. 

“Hmm. Pop Singer Y/N Y/L/N spotted with new beau.” He chuckled making you laugh. 

“Y/N and Remus spotted at Starbucks. New boyfriend or just friends?” You added making him roll his eyes. 

“Sirius is gonna lose his shit.” Remus snorted with a smirk. 

“Well he left me he hasn’t got a say in anything in my life. I know he’s one of your best friends but right now I don’t wanna deal with his hot and cold.” You sighed as you began munching on your food. 

“Understandable.” He muttered softly as he began eating his cheese and ham panini. 

“Thank you Rem.” You muttered sweetly as you ate. 

“No worries.” Remus replied with a small smile on his face. 

******** 

Is singer Y/N moving on? 

Y/N Y/L/N spotted yesterday evening with Remus Lupin, the bass player from The Marauders. He paid for her drink according to an inside source and was seen laughing in the car with one another. Is it really over between Sirius and Y/N? Find out on page 23. 

“I swear to god these wankers have no fucking shame.” You growled as your manager slapped this weeks tablet on your desk.  

“Are you seriously screwing another one of those idiots?” You manager snapped making you glare at her. 

“You know Remus is a friend! He’s practically like a brother to me. I love Sirius. That hasn’t changed.” You shouted at her making her grit her teeth. 

“Well next time just order Starbucks off the app! Saves for bad press.” Your manager sighed as you flip her off. 

“I’m gonna release a statme— 

Your phone ringing interrupted her speech which you were honestly grateful for. You picked up the phone when you saw Remus’ name on the screen.  

“Just wanted to warn you Sirius is in his way. He’s pissed. I tried to tell him neither of us would do that but he wasn’t listening. He took a swing at me.” Remus sighed making your eyes widen just as Sirius burst through your front door looking beyond angry. 

“You fucking tried to punch Remus?” You screamed as you took the phone away from your ear so Remus’ ears wouldn’t get the brunt end. 

“Is that your little boyfriend now?” Sirius snarled as he pointed at your phone. 

“Rem I’ll call you back later.” You muttered down the phone. 

“He does love you.” Remus muttered before you hung up. 

“You seriously tried to punch one of your oldest friends because of the paps?” You scoffed in disbelief. 

“Are you seriously trying to date one of my ‘oldest friends’?” He snapped making you shake your head. 

“YOU sent him here to get YOUR jacket! I offered him a cuppa and then I spent the next half an hour crying about how much I love YOU! He offered to treat me to a Starbucks to take my mind off it and probably get me to eat since that’s something I don’t often do at the minute! In what world do you think either of us would betray you like that! I told you I loved you and you fucking left me! How dare you barge in here and try to accuse me of anything! How’s Sasha? Or is it Daphne this week? Which model are you banging now, huh?” You screamed, your face turning bright red as angry tears ran down your face. 

“I can’t do this anymore. This hot and cold. You don’t wanna commit to me but you don’t want me to be with anyone else. You don’t wanna love me but you want me to keep loving you? It’s not fair Sirius!” You cried out making his eyes soften as his posture shrunk back in. 

“I—I’m sorry.” He muttered quietly. 

“Just get out.” You sniffled as you turned away from him. 

“Y-Y/N…” He tried but you just walked out the room. 

A few seconds later you heard your front door slam shut and finally you broke down.  

*********** 

Three months later… 

“So Sirius, this is your first solo song. What does this mean to you?” The interviewer asked as Sirius gave a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“As you all know I’m not the type of guy to commit to someone. I find it hard with my upbringing and being too proud to seek help. I struggled to deal with a lot of things including expressing my emotions and recently I went through something that kind of knocked me out of it. I decided to seek help for the things I went through in the past and the things I ruined because of it. I wrote this song after my first therapy session.” He answered truthfully. You watched the screen in interest waiting for this new song to finally drop. 

“Right well it just turned 10am and the new song is officially out on Spotify. The CD and Vinyls will be released next week in all HMV stores. We will have a short break before Sirius will be play his new single.” The interviewer exclaimed happily. You left the bar deciding you didn’t want to deal with the stares if you broke down. 

You hopped into your car and placed your phone with the live stream on your stand. You looked outside making sure no paps had followed before looking down at the screen, the adverts finally coming to an end. When the show came back on it showed Sirius on stage with his acoustic guitar. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. In the past 3 months you had time to think about everything that happened in your relationship. Now you could see where you’d both gone wrong but that didn’t mean you’d run back to him. Not without proof he’d changed, even if forgiving him you’d already done.  

‘It's been 7 minutes now since I lost my way,  It doesn't seem like long, but my whole world has changed,  It's in all the little things, when you smile now it stings,  It's been 7 minutes since I lost the girl of my dreams.’ 

Your eyes widened at the lyrics as you glanced around the parking lot you were parked in before finally making a decision. You put the keys into your car as the song continued. 

‘Is it too late to turn around?  I'm already halfway out of town.  Now I know how I let you down,  Oh, I finally figured it out, 

I forgot to love you, love you, love you.  I forgot to love you, love you, love you.’ 

You sped towards the station, your heart pounding in your chest as you sped down the road not caring where you parked as you hopped out the car, running straight to the entrance. The secretory grabbed you before you could enter the building making you yelp. 

“Not to sound like a diva mate but do you know who I am!?” You shouted as you tried to shove past him.  

“No pass. No entry.” He deadpanned making you grit your teeth. 

“I swear to—James!” You screamed as you saw a familiar sight of black scruffy curls. 

“Y/N?” He muttered in shock as he approached the entrance. 

“You know her?” The security guard asked with a raised brow as he seemed to be judging your scruffy ripped jeans, a Beetles T-shirt and your well worn docs. 

“That’s Y/N Y/L/N he face is literally on the front of the building.” James snorted as he pulled you into the building. 

“Where is he?” You asked softly making him smile. 

“Studio 3 he’s still—Y/N! It’s still live!” He tried screaming but you didn’t listen you just ran, straight up the stairs until you reached the studio.  

You barged in ignoring the stares from centra crew and fans in the stands as you ran towards the stage. You saw Sirius sat with the interviewer talking again but when he heard someone shout about it being live he looked up and instantly spotted you. Your eyes began watering as he stood up in shock. 

“You’re an idiot.” You sniffled as you stood next to the camera which had been turned towards you. You shot a glare at the camera man who quickly turned back to Sirius. 

“I’m aware darling.” He chuckled sadly as he walked a single step closer. 

“Do you still— 

“Always.” You replied before he could even finish his sentence. 

“I love you.” Sirius muttered softly his eyes filling with tears as your began streaming down your face.  

“I love you too!” You shouted with a more angry tone which had him laughing as you ran up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into an embrace 

“You sure know how to make an entrance don’t you pup.” He whispered into your hair. 

“Don’t care. I was at a bar round the corner and I heard the first few lyrics then I drove here like a crazy person. Probably got about 3 tickets and my car has probably been towed. I was about 5 seconds away from fighting the security guard until I saw James. But it’s worth it. You’re worth it.” You whispered sweetly into his neck as he glanced at the interviewer. 

“I gotta finish this but if you wait, we can go get some take out and talk. Okay?” He whispered gently making you smile happily. 

“Okay.” You giggled as you walked towards the stands ignoring the dirty looks from Sirius’ fans. 

Their opinions didn’t matter because he loved me…Sirius Orion Black loved me… 

Once the show was done Sirius jogged over to you with a bright grin on his face. You returned it with your hand held out with a hopeful gaze. He happily took your hand as he pulled you out the studio and then the building. When you got out front you could see Peter stood by you car shouting at someone.  

“What’s going on?” You asked Peter as you approached your car that was still parked outside the building. 

“You can’t park here! I need to tow it or clamp it.” The random man huffed angrily. 

“I told him he ain’t claiming shit.” Peter growled making you laugh. 

“Thanks Pete. How much to remove a clamp?” You asked seriously making the guy frown. 

“£120.” He muttered grumpily. 

“1-120? Jesus Christ what do you fucking bastards need with 120! Oh fucking hell here!” You huffed as you slapped 120 in his hand. 

As the guy drove off Sirius started laughing making you glare at him, he quickly clamped his mouth shut as you got into your car with a grumpy pout on your face. Sirius hopped into the passenger seat as you drove off towards the closest food place. 

“He totally lied it’s only 100 to get a clamp off.” Sirius stated when you began driving. 

“I’m not even surprised. Fucking London for you.” You huffed with an eye roll. 

You both grew silent as your brain finally caught up with everything that just happened. You’d spent months trying to get over him but the love never left you and the sadness that accompanied didn’t either. You recently came to the realisation that you didn’t think you’d ever love anyone like you’d lived Sirius.  

You knew you’d have to let that go though. But now here he sat, healing and calmer than you’d ever seen himS Sirius had always been a ball of excitement, anxiety and hidden pain but as you glanced at his face you could see he wasn’t the same. He was twitching in his seat, he hadn’t turned on the radio to fill the silence because he hated it. He was still and looked almost serene. 

“So your song. It was beautiful.” You muttered softly making him glance at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen on his face. 

“It’s easy to make a beautiful song about a stunning woman.” He whispered but it wasn’t his usually cheesy flirting, he said it as if it was the most sincere sentence he’d ever muttered. 

“So therapy?” You asked nervously, scared he’s shut you out like he always had. 

“It’s been going well. My therapist said I bottle things up because I never received love as a child. Which I kind of laughed at. Can anyone imagine a pair of tories showing love?” He joked but his tone was sad. 

“However he told me to stop looking to the people that didn’t love him and look at the people who did. We started with easy ones like the band and Mr and Mrs Potter.” He stated as he took a deep breath. 

“Then we discussed you. I told him everything and…he explained my inability to commit was due to the fear of a lover one day deciding I wasn’t worth the trouble. I also got diagnosed with PTSD. He told me romantic love doesn’t always last but that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth it. I realised how much I loved you after our 3rd session but I’d started writing the song after our 1st. After some self reflection I realised I love you so much that I…I was scared you’d find someone better. You’re this big pop star that literally walks to the local shop for milk and end up in the tabloids. You sing and preform with people like Eminem and you’ve even dabbled in acting.” He explained calmly making your eyes soften. 

“I wouldn’t care of walked in Henry Cavil walked in here. I love YOU.” You deadpanned making him burst out laughing. 

“I can’t say the same love. If Mr Cavil came in here I’d leave you.” Sirius joked making you laugh whole heartedly. 

“I’m joking obviously…although the witcher…” he trailed off with a smirk. 

“Oh yeah if the witcher came in here I’d leave you.” You snickered making him grin. 

“We could just share him.” He offered making you match his grin. 

“Oh yeah. I could get on board with two long haired hot hunks. I shall call you both my Ying and Yang.” You declared as you pulled up outside Aargrah’s. 

“On a serious note pup…I do love you and I-I really hope we can talk about everything and maybe give it another go? Properly this time?” He mumbled in ask uncharacteristically shy manner. 

“I-I’d love that.” You whispered with happy tears welling in your eyes as you parked up. 

“I love you.” He whispered sweetly his eyes boring into yours. 

“I love you too.” You replied as you leant over the stick shift to press a sweet kiss to his lips. 

************* 

"PUP!” Sirius screamed from down the hall making you jump a little at the sheer volume.  

You stood up and made your way upstairs but as you entered the room you could hear why he was screaming. He’d found one of your unreleased songs, shit. Your eyes widened as you noticed the whole room filled with the Marauders. You flushed bright red as the song played through the multiple speakers in your studio. You tried to turn it off, but it only made Sirius click the rewind button to start it again.  

‘Every time you come around, you know I can't say no.  Every time the sun goes down, I let you take control.  I can feel the paradise before my world implodes,  And tonight had something wonderful.’ 

“Is this my-- 

“Yes, that’s the demo you made but threw away because you thought it was shit.” You interrupted as you tried again to turn it off.  

“You should’ve done Rock instead of Pop.” James laughed as he bopped his head to the song.  

“Oh hush it’s never gonna get released because my Genre is pop and my label won’t allow it.” You snorted as you turned off the music. 

“But ours will. We can call it a feature. Throw in a few bit where James is singing and then put in our next album.” Sirius offered making you frown. 

“You’re being serious?” You asked with wide eyes. 

“I’m alw— 

“Don’t.” You interrupted with a glare. 

“What do you think James?” Sirius asked James with a grin. 

“I like it. First let’s get the studio packed up then we can discuss it over a cuppa.” James chuckled as he ruffled your hair making you pout as you tried to fix your hair.  

Remus laughed at you and threw his arm around your shoulder playfully pinching your ear making you glare up at him.  

“Arseholes.” You huffed as you stormed out the room with a smile on your face. 

Sirius followed after you with a grin deciding to help you move the table you said you wanted in the studio. You had decided to sell your flat and maybe get somewhere bigger but you knew it would take months so you’d slowly started rearranging things and storing a lot of stuff in boxes until you’d found somewhere else.  

Sirius and the boys had offer to help this weekend which you’d been thankful for because a lot of this was private stuff and you didn’t trust moving company’s since the last one stole some shit and sold it online.  

Sirius held one side of the table as you grabbed the other. Both of you shuffling towards the studio where the boys were still packing up small objects. You leaned up to give Sirius a kiss which he happily returned with a soft smile on his face. 

“Who’d of thought Sirius would be in a stable relationship before Remus and Peter.” James snorted making Sirius throw a fluffy pillow from the small couch in your studio directly at James’ head. 

“At least it didn’t take me 12 years to actually get the girl I wanted. Tosser.” Sirius snorted making as James flush bright red. 

“Our love story is romantic!” James argued making you snicker. 

“It’s tragic. If you guys had worked your shit out before you’d of been married and have like 2 babies by now.” You muttered under your breath but they’d obviously heard.  

Sirius burst out laughing leaning over to high five you with a proud smirk on his face.  

“That’s my girl.” He cheered excitedly making everyone roll their eyes. 

********

Once the boys had gone Sirius stared down at you with a raised brow making you looking around you like you tried to find the reason for the look but he took a step towards you making you suddenly feel like prey in the deadly sight of a predator. 

“Bed. Now.” He whispered threateningly as he stalked towards you.  

You were up in an instant, running towards your bedroom with an excited grin on your face. You wasted no time in stripping down as Sirius’ footsteps drew closer. He walked into the room just as you had sat obediently on the bed completely naked.  

He smirked as he began slowly shedding his clothes as he approached the bed. You bit your lip as he finally shed his boxer briefs, his cock already standing tall with the anticipation of what was about to happen.  

“Colour?” He asked softly. 

“Green sir.” You replied instantly making him grin from ear to ear. 

“Face down arse up pup.” He instructed calmly. 

You immediately did as you were told your head resting on your crossed arms, your arse in the air. He softly slapped your left cheek making you giggle, wiggling your hips teasingly. He chuckled before diving down and licking a stripe up your pussy that was already growing in wetness.  

It only took a few minutes of licking and sucking for you to feel yourself building Sirius slid two fingers inside you instantly crooked them downwards to push against your g-spot which tipped you over your edge. You knew tonight would be a long one because once you came he began trying to milk another one out of you. 

“Come on pup. One more then you can have my cock.” He teased as he began finger fucking into your pussy. 

He leant down and sunk his teeth into your arse cheek making you whimper as you pushed back onto his fingers in desperation. He chuckled at the sight his hand coming down to spank you in the place he had just bitten making the sting from the bite amplify. 

“Mmm Sirius…p-please need your cock!” You pleaded as his thumb pressed on your clit, his fingers never stopping the assault on your g-spot. 

“Ah ah! You don’t make demands pup. Who makes the demands here?” He asked darkly his finger increasing there pace. 

“You sir!” You cried out your eyes rolling back onto your head as you gripped at the sheets below you. 

“Exactly! Cum for me pup.” He demanded, which was all you needed to send you toppling into another orgasm. 

He pulled his fingers out gently before lining up his cock with your soaking wet entrance. He gave no warning just plunged straight into you causing you to gasp in mild shock which quickly dissolved into a moan as he began thrusting into you slowly but deeply. 

“Look at you pup. Take my cock so well.” Sirius cooed making your cheeks flush as you nod in agreement. 

“Been wanting to bend you over since I heard that song earlier. But then James and Remus had their fucking hands all over you.” Sirius growled making your eyes widen. 

“But that’s fine pup because we all know who you belong to.” He chuckled as he sped up his pace making your moans turn to screams of pure pleasure. 

His hands gripping your hips as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts making him push as deep as he could go. Your eyes rolled back again as you tried to fight off your 3rd orgasm but he must’ve sensed you holding back because his hands came down and slapped both cheeks making you let out a long drawn out moan. 

“Cum for me puppy!” He growled as he slid his hand under you to brush across your clit and that’s all it took to see stars. 

“Oh fuck! Such a good fucking girl for me.” Sirius groaned as he punctuated every other word with a deep thrust.   

Your hands gripped the sheets, your head buried in them as Sirius drilled into you from behind. Your moans were a continuous stream of nonsense, but it only seemed to rile him up more. His hands were gripping at your love handles now, nails biting the skin. He released your left side, bringing the hand down to slap your arse cheek harshly once again.  

“Whose are you pup?” Sirius growled making you flush a deeper red.  

“Y-Yours.” You whimpered quietly your head still buried in the duvet below you.  

Sirius clearly wasn’t satisfied with that, so he lifted his hand forward and gripped you hair and yanking you into a kneeling positions, his thrust never stopping or slowing down. You moaned loudly as he leaned down enough so his lips were brushing agains your ear.  

“What was that puppy?” He taunted harshly making you whimper.  

“I’m yours. A-All yours!” You cried out as she slammed the head of his cock into your g-spot.  

“Exactly. You’re mine! My slut. MY baby girl! MY PUP!” He snarled as he brought his hand down to circle your clit making you let out a rather undignified squeal.  

“C-Can’t...” You cried out making him chuckled darkly.  

“One more pup. Come on one more for me.” He moaned huskily as he fucked into your pussy, his palm pressing against your clit as too not overwhelm your overly sensitive pussy. 

When you felt your orgasm rising again Sirius sped up his thrusts, his thighs slapping against your arse roughly. His hand slid out your hair and wrapped around your neck pulling you back until your back was resting against his tattoo covered chest. You could do nothing but lean back into his hold as finally your body shook with your orgasm.  

“Ooooh fuck! Sirius!” You cried out as you came for the 4th time that night.  

“Sh-Shit. Y/N!” He shouted as he came inside you.  

You both caught your breath before he pulled out, laying you onto the bed gently as he began kissing your face and shoulders.  

“Such a good girl. Were so good for me weren’t you pup?” Sirius whispered sweetly as he lifted you up like princess.  

You nuzzled into his neck, your arms thrown loosely around him as he carried you to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet before he began running a bath. You quickly emptied your bladder, wiping off the cum that had leaked out before Sirius turned back around to look down at you.  

“I love you.” Sirius muttered with a truly happy smile on his face.  

“I love you too.” You replied with a soft gaze.  

“I-I wanted to talk to you about something.” He stuttered, his dominant aura suddenly gone replaced by the insecure man buried beneath. You nodded but waited patiently for him to talk as you smiled at him reassuringly. 

“The lads are thinking about moving back to Hogsmeade. James is with that friend from school. She lives there along with all our parents. I was looking at getting my first house and I-I was just wandering if maybe instead of whatever places your looking at…maybe you’d wanna move in with me? Or we’ll get a place together… It’s a small village, really quiet and—fuck this was stupid forge— 

“I’d love to.” You interrupted before he talked himself out of it. 

“R-Really?” He asked in disbelief. 

“Yes! I love the idea of us settling down in small remote village. Ooo can I have a white picket fence? And a flower garden?” You giggled happily as you stared off into space. 

When you didn’t get a reply you looked up to see Sirius staring at you with a look of adoration. You flushed a little but that was quickly forgotten when he wrapped his arms around you. 

“You can have whatever you want pup.” He chuckled as he bent down to snuggle into your neck. 

“Anything? What about if I want 2 puppies, a baby and to be a stay at home wife?” You snickered making him choke on thin air. 

“Let’s see where we end up living then we’ll talk about all of that.” He snorted making you laugh. 

“I’d make a terrible stay at home wife…can’t cook to save my life.” You laughed making him throw his head back laughing with you. 

“Come on let’s get a nice bath then maybe we can’t start looking at some places.” He offered as he helped you into the bath. 

************ 

“This place is so cute.” You gushed as you wandered into the pub ahead of the boys bouncing around excitably. 

“I’m starting to understand why you call her puppy.” James snorted as he wandered over to the bar to see his girlfriend. 

“Hey bar wench bring me so— 

“Sirius! Don’t talk to her like that!” You hissed as you slapped his arm just as James girlfriend plopped down 4 beers and a wine. 

“S’Fine lovey. I spat in his beer.” She snorted making Sirius start choking on his beer. 

“Woman you best be joking!” He shouted making you giggle as she shot you a wink. 

Everyone ordered some food and another round of drinks. Talking happily amongst themselves as people finally started pouring into the pub. You immediately noticed a lot of them were men which made you narrow your eyes a little in confusion but you shook the strange occurrence off turning to Sirius. 

“It’s picking up in here isn’t it?” James voiced with a frown. 

“Yeah we’ve got a local girl coming to play tonight. She very popular with the lads.” James girlfriend chuckled as a young girl walked in dressed in a cottagecore style pale green dress, lace cream coloured flats and a matching cream cardigan that was knitted. Her hair was in a plait with a few cute white flowers in it with virtually no makeup. She was stunning. 

“Shut up she’s about to play.” You whispered as you watched a sweet looking girl get up on stage with an laptop. She hit the space bar on a laptop set up next to her before she stops up straight. Her mouth hovering near the mic as the music started. 

However when she began singing she instantly had you all gaping at her in shock. 

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Hold Me

Leona Kingscholar x Depressed!Reader

Okay, so I'm just having a rough day, I've been writing lately, so have a soft angst fic where Leona just hugs you because god knows, I need that myself. Hope you have a nicer day after reading this, please keep going. It does brighten up, even if there's dips. -Glitchtricks It wasn't anything new to Leona; you often either invited yourself over or invited him to come to you, typically in the library in Ramshackle or the botanical gardens. The lion was used to getting little texts asking to come over and nap or watch something, whatever it may be. He got worried though when he got phone calls you hated calling people. It was around one thirty in the morning when you called, Leona being ripped from a lovely dream where he was king. Normally, he'd be pissed at whoever dared give him a phone call in general, his bleary eyes pausing when he saw your picture. With a hefty sigh, he picked up the call. "What's wrong?" His deep, gravely voice came, instantly making guilt ping through your heart, however, you shook off your distress to voice your concerns as what Leona had told you to do if you needed him. "H-hey...can you come over? I know it's really late and-" "Ramshackle or the gardens?" "R-Ramshackle, please..." You squeaked out, pausing as you heard rustling of the blankets being thrown off. "I'll be there in ten minutes." Leona replied. "Just sit in the armchair and wait for me, got it?" "Y-yeah..." You stammered, gulping down your insecurities. You had already done the advance prep, locking up the sharp objects in the house and telling the ghosts that lived there to keep the key away for the night before you called your beastly boyfriend. "Good, and anything sharp-" "I already handled that...I...had a feeling it'd be one of those nights." "Good, good. I'll be there soon." "Thank you, Leona..." "Thank me when you're grounded, kitten." Leona replied, hanging up the phone. The lion found himself at your door sooner than he thought. Pushing open the door, he let himself in, prowling towards the far end of the hall, where you had converted the bedroom into your own little haven, though you left the bed because you liked curling up on it with your books.

"Leona?" You called out, making his ears perk up, the prince racing towards the room. "Leona, is that-" "Yeah, it is." Your boyfriend spoke as he threw open the door. He looked you over, and you were holding that pensive expression you got whenever you had one of these drops in your mood. "Come on, I'm here, on the bed, I'll hold ya while you let it all out, sound good?" A curt nod followed, you knew he wasn't the best, but he does understand. Feeling useless, disgusting, unneeded, unwanted, loathing, over all horrendous...He relates, he's admitted as such in one of his rare times of vulnerability, he's confided the things the old palace workers would rumor of him, how they treated him as less than his brother, making him feel as if he was worthless as a royal. He understood how you felt less than human. So, you both found yourselves here, in your haven, holding each other and letting out your pain to one another, basking in both each others love and struggles. Neither of you were good at comforting people, but this was enough. "Please just hold me, Leona..." You begged, the prince simply latching one arm around you to hold you to his chest, his other hand tangling in your hair to hold your head over his heart, the steady beat comforting you. "That's the plan." Leona replied softly, leaning against the bedframe with you in his arms. You felt tears well up as you began to cry, your beloved lion already planning on simply staying the night, holding you close through your turmoil and then presenting you with his more rare affections if he woke up before you the next morning. "I won't change it 'less you ask, kitten. I'll always be here for you."

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Let me help you heal (Sofia Huerta x Reader)

This was requested a while ago, sorry it took so long to get finished! I'm trying to work through some of the requests! I hope you enjoy :)

Request: How about Sofia and Rose broke up and reader is on the team and works to love Sofia's broken heart? I love a good vulnerable love story.

Words- 3k

When Rose had told me that her and Sofia broke up, I was pissed. My mind instantly went to every bad scenario there was. It ranged from Sofia cheating on her to being abusive or anything else my mind came up with. Rose and I had been bestfriends for years, I loved her more then anything. I would have killed Sofia for hurting her. Before I could get too pissed, Rose had assured me that Sofia hadn't actually done anything. They weren't working well together anymore and had mutually agreed to end their relationship. My anger at Sofia had gone away, but I hated seeing Rose in pain. I was relieved that I didn't have to hate her, especially since Sofia and I ended up rooming together at the camp that had just started. 

I had just gotten back from lunch with a couple of the girls. Sofia was sitting on her bed, eyes fixed on the wall, tear stains drying on her cheeks. I wasn't exactly sure what to do. We had hung out a few times when I visited Rose, but we didn't actually know each other that well. I didn't want to over step, though I also didn't like seeing people in pain. 

I cleared my throat to let her know I was there before asking, "Hey, uh is everything okay?"

"It's fine," Sofia replied quietly, avoiding my eyes. 

"Look, I know you don't really know me, but I'm here if you want to talk about anything."

"Thank you, but I know you and Rose are friends. I don't want to make it awkward for you."

"We are, but that doesn't mean I can't talk to you. You didn't cheat on her or do anything to hurt her so I have nothing against you."

"It was mutual, we weren't working anymore. It still hurts though. I miss having her around. Everything is awkward, not just between Rose and I, but the whole team. Everyone feels like they need to pick a side or walk on egg shells around us. I hate it. I hate that I caused it."

"Sofia, it's not your fault. Not everyone is meant to end up together in the long term. It's okay that it hurts, you love her despite your relationship not working, but I know you'll get through it. It might take time, but I bet you and Rose will be back to friends in no time. As for the team, they'll likely settle pretty quickly. You've been together for quite a while, the girls aren't used to you being apart. I'm here if you need anything okay?"

She nodded, picking at the loose thread on her blanket for a few minutes before breaking the silence again, "Can I have a hug?"

I smiled softly, not hesitating to get off my bed and open my arms for her. Sofia hesitated for a second before wrapping her arms around my waist, face burying into the crook of my neck as mine went around her shoulders. I held her tightly until she pulled away with a small smile on her face. I told myself then, that I would do whatever it takes to make her smile, to help her be okay again. I definitely had a soft spot for her.  

"Thank you Y/n."

---

Practice had just ended and we had just made it back to the hotel. I was planning on heading to the shop down the road to get some stuff for Sofia, a care package of sorts to help her feel better. I had done the same for Rose when they had first broken up. Before I left, I saw Rose standing by the door. I snuck up beside her, arm wrapping around her shoulder. She jumped, but relaxed into my side. 

"Hey Rosie, how are you holding up?"

Rose glared at me for a second before sighing, "It's hard. Harder than I thought actually, but I'll be okay. I'm worried about Sofia. Though, I guess I don't have the right anymore. The team is also being weird. It makes me feel guilty and I just hate it."

"This was mutual right?"

"Yeah, we weren't working anymore. We loved each other more as friends then partners."

"Exactly, you're friends, you are allowed to worry about her, she's just as worried about you. I know it's hard right now. Just give it sometime and you guys will make it back to how you were before. As for the team, don't feel guilty, they'll get over it eventually. I've got you Rose, never hesitate to come to me, I'm always here."

"Thank you Y/n. Where are you heading?"

"To the shop. I um, I want to get a few things to help Sofia feel better."

I was half expecting her to be mad, but she laughed instead. "You really are amazing Y/n. Do you even know what she likes?"

That was something I hadn't thought about. I was pretty sure she was vegan, but other than that I wasn't sure. I smiled sheepishly, "I was just going to wing it."

Rose laughed again before giving me a quick run down on what Sofia liked and what would likely make her feel better. It felt a little bit weird to get information from Sofia's ex about what to get her, but I also wanted to get it right. We talked for a few more minutes before I made my way to do some shopping. 

Sofia was lying on her bed watching tv when I got back to the room. She looked at me briefly, face morphing into confusion when she saw the flowers I was holding. Before she could ask about them, I made my way next to her bed, clearing my throat. Something I did when I was nervous. I didn't want her to get the wrong idea or feel uncomfortable, my only intention was to make her feel at least a little bit better. "These are for you."

"You got me flowers?"

"Uh yeah. I thought maybe they might make you feel a bit better. Um, I got you this stuff as well." I handed her the bag before the nerves got the better of me and I escaped to the bathroom. Normally, I wasn't that nervous of a person, but for some reason this was making me nervous. There wasn't a reason I could figure out, so I tried to push it away. All I was doing was being nice to a friend. When I came out of the bathroom, Sofia was still sitting on her bed, looking down at the stuff with a small smile on her face. The smile turned into a grin when she saw me as she quickly jumped up, arms wrapping around me. 

"Thank you Y/n. This is amazing."

"Your welcome Sof."

---

The tension in the team was noticeable. Everyone was acting weird, especially around Rose and Sofia. I could see how guilty they both felt over causing it and it annoyed me. It wasn't their fault that the team was acting like this. We were all in the meal room, minus Sofia and Rose. They were always late down, while I was one of the first ones there. I took this opportunity to voice my annoyance at the team. 

"Alright, listen up!" Only a few of the girls stopped talking and looked at me, "I said shut up."

The room was suddenly dead quiet as they all looked at me. It took a lot of self control not to burst out laughing at the look of fear on some of the younger players faces. "Rose and Sofia are over, they are not getting back together, but they also don't hate each other. It was mutual, something they both decided was right for them. They are both hurting, both feeling guilty for the weirdness that's happening in the team right now. You guys need to stop. You feel like you need to pick sides, be extra careful around them, but you don't. They are both your friends and teammates. Just treat them like it. Support them, love them, but stop treating them differently."

There were embarrassed and ashamed expressions on all the girls faces, before anyone could say anything, Rose walked in. Everyone went back to their conversations, pretending nothing had happened. I only hoped it worked and things could go back to normal. 

"What did you say to them?" Rose asked noticing how the girls were glancing at each other then at her before looking away quickly. Every one of them avoiding looking at me. I just shrugged, turning back to my own dinner. She didn't need to know what I had said, as long as they knew I was looking out for them, that I had their backs, I was happy. 

Once I finished eating, I stuck around long enough to make sure Sofia made it down and started eating before leaving. I was always one of the first people to leave, but it was earlier then normal because I had a family facetime. I could feel eyes on me as I left, it was likely the team thinking I was still annoyed at them and Rose being confused at what happened before she came down. I wasn't actually annoyed with them anymore, but maybe it would remind them to stop being weird. 

I had just got off the phone when Sofia came back. She stopped in front of me, eyebrow raised, "Rose said the team was acting weirder then normal at dinner. Almost like they had been told off. You wouldn't have anything to do with that would you?"

"You and Rose talked?"

"We did. Now stop trying to change the subject."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Sofia eyed me skeptically, "Whatever you did, thank you. After you left, things were pretty much normal again, they actually talked to us both normally. Rose and I walked back up here together. It wasn't as awkward as I expected. Maybe because we talked about you the whole time."

"Me? Good things I hope."

"Of course. You're a great friend Y/n, we were talking about how amazing you've been to us both and how much we appreciate you."

I wasn't exactly expecting that answer. My cheeks heated up as I avoided her eyes. Compliments always made me awkward. When I did nice things for people, I didn't do it for recognition or praise. It was my way of showing I cared. "It's nothing."

"I'm serious Y/n. You didn't have to get me flowers, try to cheer me up, look out for me or make sure I was okay. I would have understood if you avoided talking to me altogether, but you didn't so thank you. I really do appreciate everything you've done for me."

"It would have been completely different if you had done something to hurt Rose, but you didn't. You're a good friend Sof, I wouldn't change anything. I'm glad you and Rose are talking again even if it's only a short conversation."

---

It had been a few months since Rose and Sofia had broken up. They were back to being close friends and Rose had started seeing a girl she met a month or so ago. Sofia and I had kept in contact once camp ended. Even if we weren't around each other, I wanted to make sure she was okay. We went from texting every couple of days to texting or calling pretty much all day everyday. We had grown close the more we learnt about each other. Talking with her was slowly becoming the best part of my day. I had felt guilty about it at first, but Rose had reassured me multiple times that she was okay with it. She was happy Sofia had someone looking out for her.

Sofia seemed a lot happier, although to my knowledge, she hadn't started dating again yet. I admit, I was quite pleased about it. Without meaning to, I had started to develop feelings for her. It was something I would never act on, not with her being Roses ex-girlfriend. I knew they were back to how they were before they started dating, but that was still a line I couldn't cross. 

Sofia and I had been roomed together this camp. I was conflicted on how to feel. I was happy to be rooming with her, but I was also slightly dreading it. Since I realised my feelings for Sofia, we hadn't been together in person so I didn't know how I would react or how well I would be able to hide my feelings. I also felt guilty about my feelings for her. If she found out, I didn't want her to think that I was looking out for her, just because I was trying to get with her and I didn't want Rose to think I was just trying to get with her ex. 

I knew I had been acting weird. I tried to stop it, but my mind didn't seem to want to listen. Sofia made me nervous and it showed to anyone actually paying attention. I was also nervous to be around Rose because of the guilt I felt. They had both asked me a few times if I was okay, I brushed it off as being tired. They didn't believe it, but had let me off the hook. Sofia and I were constantly together. Where ever I was she was and vice versa. I couldn't get enough of being around her especially with how happy she was. I loved hearing her laugh or talk about random things. I thought I was doing a good job at hiding my feelings, apparently I was wrong. 

Rose pulled me aside one day after practice and my nerves went haywire. There was something about her demeanor that told me it was serious, "Hey, um can we talk?"

"Always."

"You and Sofia, is there something going on?"

"We're friends, why do you ask?"

"You two just seem pretty close lately." 

Rose and I had known each other long enough for me to know she knew about my feelings. She also knew how to get me to confess to it. All she had to do was allude to knowing without actually saying it and I would break. I cleared my throat, playing with the necklace that hung around my neck. She had already won, I knew I would spill everything, but I wanted to put it off for a little bit longer, "We are close. I would never do anything with her Rose, I would hope you know that."

"I know you won't and I appreciate that, but that's not what I want. Sofia deserves someone who will make her happy, who will treat her the way she deserves. You can do that for her so do it. Seriously, I know what you're thinking, but I want her to be happy."

"I never wanted to develop feelings for her, it was never my intention to do that to you."

Rose hugged me quickly, "I know. Look, you like her Y/n. Make a move. You like her, she likes you. It's a no brainer."

"You would really be okay with that? I don't think she does like me back."

"Yes I would, she's happy around you. That's all I care about. I know what Sofia is like when she has feelings for someone. The looks she gives, the little touches, she laughs at all of your jokes even if they suck-"

I hit her shoulder gently, "Hey!"

"She lights up when she sees you Y/n. Just trust me on this one."

"I don't want her to think the only reason I've been there for her, is so I could get with her. I would rather keep her as a friend."

"She won't, she knows you, she trusts you. Please Y/n, don't let me stop you, don't let the fear stop you."

---

For the last two days I had been trying to work up the nerve to ask Sofia out. I had tried to focus on what Rose had said about her liking me back. There had been multiple times where I had the words on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't get them out. I didn't want to lose her, but everything in me wanted to take the leap and just tell her. Rose had seemed adamant that Sofia felt the same and I trusted Rose more than anyone. 

We were lying on my bed watching some crapping show about dating when I saw the opportunity to slowly approach the topic. "Have you thought about getting back into dating?"

Sofia glanced over at me, eyes sparkling with something I couldn't quite decipher. Part of me wanted to say it was excitement, but it could have been anticipation. I looked back at the tv quickly before I stared at her too long, "I have, but haven't gotten past that."

"That's fair, everyone has different timelines of when they're ready."

"It's not that I'm not ready, because I am. I just think I might go with the flow, see what happens."

I took a while to respond, trying to gather the courage to finally ask her out. My mind was telling me not to, but my heart was telling me to do it. Before I could back out, I closed my eyes and just did it. Well attempted to anyway, it didn't necessarily come out how I planned,  "W-w-what if that flow happened to end at m-me?"

Sofia sat up next to me, confusion covering her face, "Y-you, uh are you? What?"

I couldn't meet her eyes as I sat up next to her, cheeks heating up, "I-I'm trying to uh ask you out. It's not really working that well, but uh yeah."

Sofia giggled. A sound that made my heart race and stomach flutter. Her hand softly took mine, stopping it from picking at the blankets, "You're cute when you're nervous. I would love to go out with you Y/n."

My head shot up, making her giggle again, "Yeah?"

"Definitely. I've been hinting at liking you for a few weeks now, but I've been too scared to actually do anything about it. I wasn't sure what you would say given I'm your bestfriends ex."

I giggled as pure relief and joy washed over me, the nerves washing away and being replaced by excitement, "I admit I was never going to act on the feelings I have for you, for that reason, but Rose figured it out. She told me that she wanted me to ask you out. She was adamant that you liked me back."

 "I love that girl. I'm very glad she figured it out and convinced you to do it. You make it very hard not to like you."

Some people might have felt jealous about someone talking about their ex like that, but I knew there were no romantic feelings left between them so it didn't bother me, "That's why she's my bestfriend. I didn't do what I did for you to get you to like me. I hope you know that."

She smiled softly, pulling me closer and cuddling into my side, "I know you didn't. You were just being your amazing self." 

[blue-little-angel]

hello!! i wanted to ask if u could do a lee!dazai x perhaps ler!chuuya?

maybe dazai is bothering him one day and since (as dazai said, he knows chuuya’s moves FAR too well) he dodges an attack and the short king accidentally touches his *side?* and finds out dazai’s ticklish c:

sorry it might be a bit too much… but anyways, i hope u have a TREMENDOUS day/night & dont overwork urself please!!! <3

haha sorry it took me so much time, I have some trouble keeping everything in check lately 🥹🫂

°•|Hope your day is as great as you are|•°

Fandom: Boungo stray dogs

Lee: Dazai Osamu

Ler: Chuuya Nakahara

It was a sunny afternoon in Yokohama. Dazai was sprawled on the couch of the Ada's office, bored out of his mind as usual. When an idea struck him - why not go torment his favorite partner, Chuuya?

Soon enough he was in front of the feared Mafia's headquarters, ready to break through the intimidating place.

Dazai strolled into Chuuya's office without knocking. "Chuuuuyaaaa, entertain me!" he whined, draping himself over the smaller man's desk. Chuuya glared up at him irritably. "Get lost, you parasite. I'm busy, and you shouldn't even be here!"

But Dazai was not to be deterred so easily. He started poking and prodding at Chuuya, twisting a lock of his hair around his finger or poking his cheek. "Chiiibiii! Don't ignore me~ Play with me!" Chuuya finally snapped. "That's it, get out of here before I throw you out myself!"

He lunged at Dazai, flinging him off the desk and cocking his fist back for a punch. But the suicidal knew Chuuya's moves all too well - he dodged gracefully and landed neatly behind Chuuya's desk chair. Unfortunately Chuuya's momentum carried him too far, his flailing arm brushing against Dazai's side.

Dazai let out an un characteristic squeak and flinched away violently, stumbling over his feet. His sudden loss of balance had Chuuya staring in shock. Then a devious smirk spread over the red-head's face as realization dawned. "Why Dazai...are you...ticklish?"

The tallest opened his mouth to deny it but Chuuya was too quick, advancing on him with wiggling fingers poised. "No! Stay away from me you demon!" But Dazai was no match for Chuuya's speed and accuracy. Within moments he was collapsed on the floor, squirming and giggling helplessly under Chuuya's merciless tickling.

"Chuuuyaaaa ha-stop! I c-can't breathe!" Dazai choked out between peals of laughter. But the executive showed no signs of letting up, enjoying having found one of Dazai's rare weaknesses at last. It seemed the tables had well and truly turned - all thanks to an accidental brush and Dazai's ticklish secret being uncovered.

Chuuya continued his tickle assault on Dazai, who was curled up on the floor desperately trying to protect his vulnerable spots. "Please *haha* mercy!" Dazai begged, tears running down his cheeks from laughing so hard. But Chuuya was having far too much fun to stop just yet.

He redoubled his efforts, wriggling his fingers under Dazai's arms that proved to be an extra sensitive spot. Dazai shrieked, thrashing wildly in vain attempts to escape the onslaught. "You're e-evil Chuuya! No respect f-for your dear partnehhHEHrr !"

Chuuya simply laughed at Dazai's misery. "Consider this payback for all the times you've annoyed me, you pest!" Still he took some pity on his partner after a few more minutes, ceasing his tickling attack. Dazai lay there limp and panting, face flushed.

"You really are...too much fun to tease like this," Chuuya admitted with a grin. He offered Dazai a head pat, brushing his dark fluffy locks away from his face. "Next time I think I'll go for your neck, yeah that sounds like a great plan..."

And Chuuya didn't need anything more to make the lovely detective's blush deepen.

[starogeorgina]

Broken bonds

Paring: Ser Harwin Strong/reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Notes: I decided to split the final chapter of Part One of Broken Bonds into two posts because it was a lot to cram into one chapter, but the second update will be coming soon

1.06

Hearing a moan of pain, you stir. A chill travels through your body as you fully wake up, remembering where you are. You had fallen asleep lying on top of the bed beside Harwin. Your eyes snap open, and you see him struggling to stand up.

“You’re supposed to be resting.”

“There is still a threat to you, princess, and your dragon. I will not lay in bed while-”

You cut Harwin off before he can finish his sentence: “You’re bleeding. I’ll fetch a maester.”

"Wait," he says, reaching for your hand as you stand up, paying no mind to the small drops of blood showing through his bandage. “Last night.. I’m sorry, I overstepped. I hope you can forgive me.”

You brush curls out of his face and smile; the soft kiss shared between you had set your heart ablaze, which is why it pained you to see guilt in his eyes. “There is nothing to forgive,” you say. “As for being my protector, you needn’t worry; you are relieved of your duties, for now anyway. I am returning to explain everything that happened to my father in person.”

“When will you be back?”

“In the morrow,” you squeeze his hand. “I suggest you use the time wisely and rest, because when I return, I assure you I won’t be leaving your side again.”

He grins and says, “I look forward to it, princess.”

—

The castle is quiet as you make your way back to the chamber you are currently resigning in, with only a few knights patrolling the halls so early in the morning, just as the sun was starting to rise. Dragonstone had a rare beauty to it, something that made you feel far more connected to your Targaryen ancestors than the red keep did.

“Princess,” the knight says, bowing his head before opening the door.

You smile, “Ser Cartel.”

The first thing you notice when you step into the room is your uncle Daemon, who looks very amused. He swings back in one of the chairs until the back of it is pressing against the wall. You were sure your uncle had heard you had never returned to your chambers and decided to wait inside to prove he knew everything. Not that you blamed him; Daemon just knew the importance of keeping an eye on those that you love.

He smirks and says, “Vaella.”

“Uncle.”

“How’s Ser Harwin? I imagine he’s feeling much better now.”

You try to stop yourself from smiling, but it’s impossible with the humor in the older man’s voice. “He’s still in a lot of pain; I’ve asked the maester to bring him milk from the poppy.”

“I presume your not returning till has something to do with the fine knight as well.”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh, “Nothing inappropriate happened between myself and Ser Harwin.”

“Pity,” Daemon says, clicking his tongue. “Happiness is fleeting; you may as well seek pleasure where you can.”

“He is my sworn protector.” You feel the ghost of Harwin’s lips against yours before it quickly disappears as it did the night before. “Ser Harwin is a loyal man; he is devoted to his duty.”

“He is devoted to you,” Daemon says, straightening himself up. “I plan on throwing a feast in celebration of our house standing strong. I shall hold off until our good knight has recovered and can attend.”

“That’s very considerate of you.”

Daemon lets out a sarcastic-sounding laugh. “Do remember to inform my brother that I’m ‘considerate’.”

If both dragon riders left Dragonstone, it would leave the island vulnerable to whatever enemy might attack. It made sense for him to stay behind while you flew the short journey to inform your father in person of the attack before a false version of events reached him, if they hadn’t already.

Daemon hands you a scroll and says, “Give this to Ser Erryk, and Ser Erryk only when you arrive.”

“Of course, now, if you’ll excuse me, uncle, I need to prepare to leave... You will keep an eye over him, won’t you?”

“I will have my finest knights watching over Ser Harwin.”

“Thank you.”

—

Laughter and singing fill the great hall as the feast celebrating your house commences. Two weeks had passed, and Ser Harwin's wound was healing nicely thanks to the maester's care and his begrudged resting. When you returned from the keep, you kept true to your words and hadn’t left Ser Harwin’s side to the point where your uncle had you move to another part of the castle, where yours and Harwin’s chambers were beside each other. You had a feeling your uncle suspected your relationship with Harwin was different from what it was.

Since the one kiss shared between yourself and Harwin, he had remained honorable, which left you confused. Your feelings for him had grown into something you’d never felt before. There was no doubt in your mind that you’d fallen in love with Harwin Strong.

“Might I have this dance princess?”

“You may,” you say, accepting the hand of a lord and beginning to dance. The blue trail of your dress lifts from the ground as you spin, and your hair, free from braids, sways over your face. It felt nice to have fun away from the prying eyes of King's Landing.

When the dance is over, you notice Harwin watching you with a wide smile on his face. Instead of returning to your chair beside Daemon at the top of the room, you go over to where the knight is and sit beside him. He offers you his cup of ale, which you accept. After taking a sip, you ask, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Very much so, princess.” He licks at his lips before leaning in closer to you, his breath fanning against your cheeks. “You’ve made quite an impression. Most of these lords and ladies have traveled here to see you.”

You doubted that was a try but laughed anyway, saying, “Don’t say that too loud, Caraxes will get jealous.”

He chuckles before topping off the cup, “The dress you’re wearing is similar to the one you wore the first time we spoke.”

Puzzled, you stare up at him, trying to place where it could have been. The first time you saw him was as a guest at your wedding, but you never spoke until he became your sworn protector.

“It was during the royal hunt for Prince Aegon’s second name. When princess Rhaenyra returned from hunting, you ran into me while trying to get to her.” Harwin sees the confusion in your face and laughs. “You apologized, then kept on running, practically pouncing on her; when you pulled back, your dress was covered in boar’s blood. I expected you to scream when you noticed, but instead you began celebrating your sister's return.”

“Rhaenyra terrified me that day; when she never came back during the night, I thought something terrible had happened to her.” You hold his gaze and say, “I’ve only ever felt that type of fear a few times in my life. When my mother died, when I couldn’t find my sister, the battle for the step stones, and when you got hurt. I thought you were going to die.”

He places his hand on yours and says, “So did I, but I’m here beside you instead.”

“Vaella,” your uncle says, standing behind you. “May I speak with you for a moment?”

You nod and stand to follow him, flaming back at the knight. “I will see you tomorrow, Princess,” he bows his head, “Prince Daemon.”

You follow Daemon into one of the halls that has an opening that looks up into the sky. You follow his gaze and see both dragons flying above. “Targaryen’s are restless, much like dragons are.”

“I suppose, maybe that’s how they become a part of us and why our bonds with them are so special.”

“I’ve always believed in keeping the Valyrian bloodline pure; I always encouraged you to never have a child with that cunt Lannister.” Daemon tilts your head so you're facing him. “The blood of the dragon runs thick through your veins; I imagine if you had children with someone outside of our house, it wouldn’t make a difference.”

“Wha-“

“Do you know what was on the raven I gave you to take to King's Landing?”

“No.”

“It was a letter from Ser Harwin to the other knights. He was giving them strict instructions on your protection, and what fate waited before any man who let harm come to you.”

You feel as if your heart is about to burst through your chest. “Excuse me, uncle.”

Your breath is fast and heavy as you quickly make your way up the long staircase towards the quarters you reign in. When you reach Harwin’s door, you take a deep breath before knocking.

He opens it slowly at first, but upon seeing it’s you, he opens the door wider. Before he has a chance to speak, you grip his face, pulling him in for a kiss. Harwin wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close to him, before deepening the kiss.

When you break away to catch your breath, Harwin covers your face in gentle kisses, saying, “I’m— I—I—”

“I know, I feel it too,” he says, pressing his forehead against yours. “Now what?”

You gulp down, “I don’t know what the future holds for us, but for now, I want to spend the night with you, if you’ll have me.”

[honeyjars-sims]

2.3 Just Go For It

Cece: This was a nice idea. It’s so peaceful out here.

Ben: I figured it would be a nice change of pace for our first official date since we’re usually hanging out somewhere loud and crowded.

Cece: Yeah, it’s nice that we’ve had more chances to have actual conversations lately. I feel like there’s still so much we don’t know about each other.

Ben: That’s true. And whenever I do learn something new about you, it always manages to surprise me.

Cece: Really? Why’s that?

Ben: Well, you seem to have these really particular ideas about how self-conscious and cautious you are, but when it comes down to it, you never back down from a challenge.

Cece: Hmm, it’s weird, but I never really saw myself as shy when I was a kid. I loved being on stage and I never really cared what other people thought about me. For the most part, both of those things are still true. But I actually feel more comfortable being in front of a large crowd behind a piano than I do when I’m singing a song I wrote in front of a few people.

Ben: Yeah, it’s more intimate. I get it. Like, I’m a pretty personable guy and I’ll strike up a conversation with anyone, but talking one on one with someone about my feelings hasn’t always been easy.

Cece: Exactly! I’m not a very emotional person, but I’m not cold and unfeeling, either. But sharing my vulnerabilities with someone seems really intimidating.

Ben: Oh, totally! But y'know, nothing else beats that moment when you open up to someone and they accept you, flaws and all.

Cece: I think I just got it in my head that I need to be the strong one. My siblings have been through so much, and they needed a lot of extra support from our dads. My brother in particular had a really hard time, so I didn’t want to burden our parents with my feelings.

Ben: What about your mom? Could you talk to her?

Cece: My mom and stepmom are great, but they keep themselves busy. I think I get my need for order from my mom and my expressive side from my dad. The thing is, any of my parents would have been there for me. I just hold myself up to a really high standard.

Ben: I can see that. You do put a lot of pressure on yourself. But you’re also creative and passionate. I’m really looking forward to seeing what you’re capable of when you really let go.

Cece: Hmm, and you think you’ll be around to see that?

Ben: I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. Well, maybe on tour once I make it big. But in that case, you’d probably be with me.

Cece: That’s quite an assumption!

Ben: What, can’t you see us traveling the world with our band? Selling out arenas, hearing the crowd singing along…

Cece: Don’t get too ahead of yourself. We haven’t even kissed yet.

Ben: Is that a hint? You know, if you want something, Cecelia, you should just go for–

[Cece grabs Ben and kisses him] 

Cece: How’s that? 

Ben: Perfect. See, you’re full of surprises.

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[saphronethaleph]

Postgraduate work

“You’re in for it now, fox!” an amplified voice boomed out. “Come out and show yourself!”

Sonic sprang upright, going from asleep to ready-to-fight in moments. “Uh oh. It sounds like Eggman’s out for another fight!”

“Yeah, that’s what it sounds like to me, too!” Tails agreed.

He opened the door to his room, entering the main room where Sonic had been snoozing in front of the TV. “I guess we’d better see what’s going on! Maybe he’s got some evil scheme planned!”

“Evil schemes do seem like his thing!” Sonic agreed. “Let’s get this sorted out!”

“I wonder why he was asking about me, though,” Tails wondered.

Sonic was out of their house first, and he pointed at Eggman’s hovering Egg Calamity. “You’re going down, Eggman! Whatever your evil plan is, I’ll stop it at Sonic speed!”

“Gya ha ha!” Eggman laughed. “You do that, and your friend Mr. Prower will be sorry!”

“What are you threatening, Eggman?” Sonic asked. “You can’t stop me by threatening my friends, I’ll just save them and stop you like every time before!”

“This time, it’s different!” Eggman replied, then his voice got quieter. “Hold on, hold on, I put the script somewhere…”

“It’s there, boss,” a different voice said.

“I knew that!” Eggman griped, as the volume returned to normal. “Ahem! Miles Prower! This is a formal notice from the University of Central City! Your performance will-”

“Oh, I get it!” Tails realized. “Yeah, I should have known that was today!”

He tapped a watch on his wrist, and part of the ground rose up next to the house. It revealed a workshop, twice the size of the house, and a moderately giant robot stomped forwards to stand next to Tails.

“What are you talking about, little buddy?” Sonic asked. “I know this is Eggman so we’re going to beat him, guaranteed, but I usually have a better idea why I’m smacking him around…”

“Oh, please do!” Eggman requested.

“Sorry, Sonic, this is something I have to do myself,” Tails replied, climbing up into the cockpit of his robot, then flicking some switches. Four little mechanical bird robots flew out of hatches on the side, taking up positions to orbit around his main robot, and the whole thing took off as a pair of helicopter blades deployed.

“Aha!” the big man laughed. “Already, you demonstrate your ignorance of the field, Prower! Those airscrew blades might suffice for small distance, short range and low speed applications, but jet engines are far superior!”

“Au contraire!” Tails replied, spooling up the blades. “That’s true for a conventional airscrew, but as you’ll see on page five I’ve developed a novel form of airscrew that retains efficient power transfer up to three times the speed of sound! It’s based on my tails, naturally!”

“Grrrh!” Eggman grumbled. “Well, if that’s the case, then I’m sure you can get out of the way of my Egg Missiles!”

A dozen high-speed missiles flashed out at Tails’s robot, and the robo-flickies darted forwards. Their wings unsheathed to reveal monofilament blades, which diced the projectiles to pieces, and Tails launched his robot upwards in a high-speed jump that avoided the detonating remains of the attack.

Not content with that, Tails slewed his propellers to slide left instead, then right, and finally stopped moving in a hovering position behind Eggman’s Egg Calamity.

“As you can see, the propeller system can more rapidly reverse direction, and provide regenerative braking!” Tails said. “Which is exactly as I outlined on page six!”

“Uh,” Sonic asked, raising his hand.

“You haven’t had the last laugh, Prower!” Eggman seethed, spinning his Egg Calamity through a hundred and eighty degrees. “What about control mechanisms! It would be a shame if you were controlling your defensive drones through something… vulnerable to an electromagnetic pulse!”

The Egg Calamity crackled and fizzed, then detonated a pulse of electricity. Tails’s robot also fired out a pulse of electricity, negating the EMP Eggman had launched, and the flickies flew into a protective position between the two battle machines.

“Phase-inverted pulse protection!” Tails said proudly. “It’s not just an EMP generator built into the Dissertailstion, but it’s also-”

“You called it a what?” Eggman asked.

“Okay, okay, time out!” Sonic demanded. “What’s going on here?”

“He doesn’t know?” Eggman said, sounding baffled.

“Hey, cut him some slack!” Tails replied. “He’s not done much school… right, Sonic? I’m pretty sure I’d have remembered you doing a university course.”

Sonic began to protest, then remembered that both the other people in the conversation were the smartest people on the planet.

“Yeah, if this is a college thing I wouldn’t know,” he replied. “So what is it, then?”

“It’s simple!” Tails said. “I’m trying to get my degree in Advanced Super Technical Robotics, but I failed to anticipate ahead of time that the only other person on the planet able to evaluate my work was Dr. Ivo Robotnik!”

“Robotnik?” Sonic repeated. “Is that his real name?”

He snorted. “Wow. You mean Eggman was a choice?”

“Insolent hedgehog!” Eggman seethed.

“But that still doesn’t explain anything!” Sonic added. “Why did he turn up to fight you, and why can’t I help?”

Tails shrugged. “You can’t get someone else to help with your thesis defence.”

[darling-i-read-it]

WESKER'S ENDING - LINK TO ORIGINAL STORY

It was itching at you the entire way down the elevator. You were plagued with the thought of Wesker, all the times he had lied to you. You couldn’t figure out why you weren’t betrayed by him. You couldn’t figure out why you were still on his side, despite it all. You stood there, beside Chris Redfield, and things weren’t as clear as you wanted them to be. It should’ve been Chris. 

You wanted it to be Chris. 

But did you really? Or was that just your moral compass making a decision your heart wasn’t in? 

“You okay?” Chris asked as the elevator doors opened. 

“Yeah,” you promised. Your look at him was filled with pity. He wasn’t sure why. 

You followed him closely, to the laboratory. Wesker was standing on the other side. You found yourself glad to see him, happy to see that he was alright. You barely registered the rest of the room, the threats surrounding you. Would he let them hurt you?

“Wesker,” Chris growled. 

“Good. You’re both here.” He turned around, abandoning the control panel he was working at. 

“You’re pathetic,” Chris grumbled. Wesker half smiled. 

“You shouldn’t worry so much Chris. You’ll be free of all of this anyway.” Wesker’s glasses seemed more see through than you remembered. You could see that he was just staring at you, not giving Chris the time of day. “What are you thinking?” he mused. Chris looked over at you. You shook your head. 

“Don’t ask me that.” Wesker took a step forward. He didn’t hold Chris at gunpoint. He just approached you, leaving himself vulnerable to your attack. And you didn’t move away. He smiled a bit. 

“To your left is a ladder. Take it upstairs. Wait for me there.”

“She’s not going to be like you and Barry,” Chris argued. “She’s not as heartless as you.” “Heartless? No. She’s never been heartless.” Wesker turned back to Chris who was broad shouldered and angry. “Go dear,” he whispered. You stared at him, deliberately looking away from Chris. 

Eyes could say so much. Even shrouded, there was a part of his that were begging you to go. Stay with him. He wouldn’t be alone in this. You could fight Umbrella with him and with you, he would have an upper hand. 

“You’ll be quick?” you asked. 

“You won’t even know I’m gone.”

You were glad you couldn’t see Chris’s eyes. He wasn’t sure if he could handle another betrayal today. It was a heartbreak he hadn’t prepared for, not even after you and Wesker slept together. Wesker had his hand on your arm, holding you gently. You walked around him, past Tyrant and up the ladder like he said you should. 

-

You waited. 

And you waited. 

The countdown in your head continued, worried for everyone. Would you ever see Jill again? Was she dead? Did you deserve to? Your faith in your decision became less and less the more time passed. Chris had to win that fight down there right? 

It was too long when you saw Wesker again. He had a large red splotch in his stomach as he climbed up the latter. You let out a breath of relief, pulling him up. 

“Are you okay?” you questioned. He nodded once. Stoic as ever. “What happened?”

“The ultimate life form,” he mumbled. “I was able to inject myself with the T Virus. I’m okay.” He took off his sunglasses, rubbing his eyes. When you met them again you were startled at the color change. You decided not to mention it. He seemed aware of his physical changes. Despite the pain from hsi adjustment, he cupped your face in his hands. “I knew you would make the right decision.” 

There was a ghost of a smile on his face. 

He leaned in and kissed you. His lips felt more desperate than they had before, like he had the world at his hands but was choosing to spend it with you. He was humming with content as he pulled away, hands still on you. 

“They don’t need you like I do,” he assured you. You didn’t ask if they had lived. You didn’t want to know.

“How are we getting off this island?” 

“I had a backup plan,” he promised. “Luxury. Room for 2.” You rolled your eyes. He gestured towards a part of the woods. You saw, though shrouded, a helicopter. 

“You can drive one of those things?” 

“You’d be surprised what I can do.” He led, finally back in the power position. You followed behind him, glancing back at the other helicopter leaving the area. You wondered if it was just Brad. If Brad had lived at all. 

“Where are we going?” you questioned. 

“We’re both going to be legally dead. I think we deserve a vacation.” He helped you up onto the helicopter with ease. You stared at him, squinting. He was usually strong but not that strong. 

“The T Virus have other perks?” 

“We’ll have to test the extent of them later.” You flushed, laughing lightly. He wanted to tell you he was glad you were here. Instead he just started the engine. 

“You didn’t answer my question. Where are we going?” 

“Somewhere safe while this all blows over.” You nodded. You trusted him not to fly you into a wall or something. You would be safe with him, wherever you were going. “It’ll be a couple hours. Feel free to rest.” 

“What, I don’t get a shift at the controls?” He gave you a look. It was still slightly eerie with his new eyes. It would take some getting used to. 

“You know we’ll be an awful couple,” he observed. Below you the ground exploded. You looked down in awe as the flames engulfed everything. “Everyone else will be jealous.” You scoffed. 

“Did you see that?”

“Dear, I did that.” 

You raised your chin. You never would have expected yourself to end up here. You still weren’t sure if you had made the right decision but the safety of the helicopter rolled over you. You would deal with that later. You watched the smoke fade in the distance. 

Wesker gave you an extra pair of sunglasses so you didn’t blind yourself in the sunrise. You were going to be okay. 

[goldensunset]

it’s breath of the wild’s 7th anniversary can i get sappy and vulnerable on main real quick cuz it completely changed my life

so it was christmas 2017 when my brother received a nintendo switch and breath of the wild. i remembered watching him play a bit the day he got it and funny enough my first thought back then upon seeing the opening cutscene was ‘wow this animation is janky’ because i thought we were watching an animated movie. the moment i realized it was a video game i was shook. bc for a game WOW how beautiful. anyway i watched him mess around and die horribly and it was funny but i didn’t think much about it

flash forward a few months later. in april of 2018- a nice spring day, must’ve been a weekend or some other time i had time off bc my friend was over- my brother came home from college and brought his nintendo switch and this game over. he had me make a file and i didn’t know what i was doing at all because i was not only unfamiliar with the game and console, but largely unfamiliar with the concept of this type of video game at all

see, i was not a gamer at all. i had played mario kart/party and some random stuff on the ds but nothing resembling an action adventure game aside from super mario 64 ds. and i never got past like the first level or so on that game bc i was bad at it as a kid and also like.. scared? of games? like a game in which you had to fight enemies and could take damage and die. even something really simple like a goomba was actively stressful to me somehow. (to this day i still kind of have the hyper-empathy mindset where letting the video game player die feels like letting a real person die i have to treat a fun work of fiction like a real life-or-death situation so i just prefer not to get into danger when i can avoid it. all that’s changed is i have the skill to face danger and accumulate ways to protect myself now lol)

soooo i don’t know what manner of madness convinced me to even try a game like breath of the wild, which is immensely more complicated and difficult than super mario 64 ds. but maybe it’s bc i was older then or bc my friend was over to help me and we were like trading the console? but you get what i’m saying. as one might expect, i was pressing the wrong buttons, getting overwhelmed by basic enemies, falling off cliffs bc i lacked precision skills in my motion, etc.

and as one might expect, i eventually got frustrated and bored. i remembered my brother asking me what my long-term strategy or plan was for playing the game, and that question sort of overwhelmed me because i was thinking ‘do i really intend to keep playing at all?’. when i put the game aside that day (after having only reached/fallen off the great plateau tower, i mean) i wasn’t really interested in continuing, and i figured i could probably never be good at it anyway.

but for some reason, and i wish i remembered why, i picked it back up again not long after. me, who had never been willing to commit to a game. maybe it was my desire to correct my failures and figure out what i was at last doing. i felt ready for a good challenge and i got the sense this was the sort of game that was more skill than luck. maybe it was the beautiful scenery and ambience. maybe it was that sense of peaceful melancholy. maybe it was because i could see so much on the horizon, so many mysteries around me, that i just had to be able to reach someday. in such a massive open world in which the plot wasn’t spoonfed to me but i had to discover it, my interest had been piqued.

or maybe it was because i was bored and depressed. i was close to the end of freshman year in high school, which had been pure misery. difficult to understate just how awful life was for me during that point in time (but it was just the terrifying cocoon stage of becoming a butterfly). so yeah, why not pick up a new piece of media? why not dive into this world? i think we all know just how powerful it is to develop a new interest when going through a rough patch- it can turn absolutely everything around. (even if it ends up distracting you from the work you need to do lol. but in my case i consider that a necessary tradeoff for giving me the serotonin my brain doesn't naturally produce enough of)

and i think there's something to be said about the medium of a video game, which was basically new to me at the time- i think it's something about the ability to have control over what's happening. in tv shows things just happen. in real life i felt like i had no control over anything. so i was suddenly able to express myself in a way that i had never gotten to before, and it was powerful. especially in an open-world game with so much to do and discover. (something something the adhd-er's wild fantasy of being able to complete tasks and make progress).

i quickly became addicted- i could play for hours on end and barely put a dent in the smallest section of the map. i couldn't believe how genuinely massive the world was and i just wanted to explore more and more, but without skipping anything i came across. i still remember in my mind exactly where i was in my house when reaching many of those early-game checkpoint places, curled up in a chair in the corner, listening to my mom make dinner in the other room... etc. the definition of nostalgia. (which is something i only have so much of given how most of my interests i didn't get into until significantly later in life. i was 15 when this was happening whereas most people's childhood nostalgia type stories are from when they were like 5 to 8. but this was such a foundational time in my life y'know?)

i remember hours of getting lost in the wilderness (i truly had the worst habit of either not getting the maps or not heeding them) and never going on the clearly marked roads bc i was convinced i could take a shortcut by just taking a straight line to my destination. which often involved attempting to scale a ridiculously steep and tall mountain with like one and a half wheels of stamina. live and learn, right?

i remember the way it took absolutely forever to reach zora's domain (the fact that i didn't get the tower map beforehand probably significantly contributed to that) so the absolute joy and relief i felt when i got there and was safe at last. i adore all the champions so much but mipha is for sure the one that messes up my heart the most to this day, as both the first one i got and the one with objectively the most emotional story. something about water levels has always unsettled me- no matter what, to me they're always associated with being cold, wet, and uncomfortable, even if it's supposed to be beautiful (and vah ruta sure wasn't meant to be for obvious reasons). especially if the player has to swim- whether there's limited breath or not, i can't help but imagine how stressful it would be to dive deep and be under pressure like that. but on the flip side, once you're finally done with those levels and back on dry land, it feels comforting. warm, dry and stable again- sort of like how you feel after you're finished crying. you had to endure the drowning and the suffering and now you're safe. that's how the vah ruta quest feels to me.

each new ruin, or quiet little settlement, really just lodged its way into my heart, but i think the location that makes me the most emotional is the flight range- its beautiful broken melody, the howling wind and snow, its position in the middle of the wilderness like a little safe haven in the mountains, the faint memory of revali... i used to just go there and sit for hours. it's just gorgeous and it hits so hard. once again, it's all about that quiet, solemn peace after a tragedy has occurred- the sadness lingers, but you learn to live again. botw just excels at this in pretty much every aspect, enough said

which comes to the central conflict of the premise- our titular heroine, zelda, and her struggles to complete her duty, her guilt complex, the pressure and loneliness she felt, etc. i have identified so closely with her for the entire time i've known her. (done a fair amount of projecting too but listen. listen) the way she felt weak and powerless and just wanted to find a way to make people happy, especially her overbearing father who didn't care enough for her happiness... that hit so hard as an emotionally volatile teenager with similar issues. to this day my dad only talks to me to nag me about something important i need to do but he's never cared about my personal interests. he acts more like my manager than my parent. throughout high school especially i just kept falling back to zelda's story every time my dad was being awful and i needed to escape him, listening to him call me lazy, behind the ball, etc when i was clearly going through severe depression that would have never even occurred to him. and while unlike zelda i still have my mom she's always been incredibly emotionally distant so there was no looking to her either. i blamed myself for everything that went wrong even though i never could've done anything without the kind of help i needed, similar to zelda

for me personally the theme of failing to succeed in the role other people were pressuring her into resonated with me and my undiagnosed... whatever it is. i am positive i am not neurotypical. i've always more or less self-identified as adhd (my parents would laugh if i suggested that) and i've never received support or treatment or anything. that plus the undiagnosed and untreated depression. the way zelda just couldn't do something that she had no idea how to even begin trying to do, the way going through the rituals that worked for other people did nothing for her... that hit hard as someone just barely trying to stay alive in high school, who always felt alienated from others and never could understand exactly why, who was bad at a lot of things... but my dad only cared about results

and in turn. the emotional catharsis of her finally unlocking the latent power she'd been struggling to reach inside her. it's never been established exactly what it was that was wrong with her that prevented her from unlocking it but i think we all know it had something to do with her heart not being free until the moment she had the courage to do something brave, dangerous, and important through her own free will- going against the grain, standing up for someone she loved, etc. that's an essay for another time tho. to me that's what makes it so powerful- yeah this (back)story is still a tragedy, but there's hope. she found her own path. she still had to undergo lots of suffering afterwards but she had what she needed to succeed. and she got her happy ending in the end. i probably don't need to explain why that's so meaningful to me as someone who loves her so much and relates too hard. also her dad died (i am NOT wishing that upon my dad to be clear). i mean for her that's a bad thing bc he did regret his actions and never get to apologize to her and she wishes she had gotten to see him again but also that's in the fantasy world where one could reasonably expect their father to change. i've kind of given up on that but maybe someday after we've gotten some distance... idk

in short. botw hits me like a truck with the way it brings you so, so low, in the pits of despair, and then brings you back up. not everything is fixed and perfect at the end, the characters who died stay dead, but they finally get to pass on and rest in peace. we free zelda. we bring back the most significant parts of link's memory. we watch the broken and scattered world begin to grow and breathe again. perfectly cathartic and hopeful and powerful for someone going through such awful things. i'm not out of the woods yet with all my ten thousand problems but i'm in a much better place now. i've typed way too many words here and it's still like not enough to express just how much this game means to me. i could go on forever and ever about the things i find objectively good about this game but this ramble was meant to focus on the subjective meanings i've found within it. breath of the wild has been nothing short of a blessing for me. thank you nintendo, truly.

[rocksandmirrors]

something quick i wrote based on this drawing bc why not, but to make it more interesting i gave myself the rule not to use any dialogues bc i rely on them too much. i think it came out alright <3

also i know it's not that long but i'm still putting a read more thing just in case lol

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During the week, the late hours of the afternoon were dedicated to work, or studying; Augustus knew that, and he usually stuck to his schedule. He didn’t take into account, however, his boyfriend’s dire (and often unexpected) need for affection. Mattholomule had fallen asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows, and their respective books had been discarded a while ago all over the bed. All the work he was doing to rebuild the Isles wasn't helping either, and although a part of Augustus felt guilty for not doing as much as he had planned to, a simple glance down at the boy sleeping in his arms was enough to dissipate his worries.

If it was even possible, Mattholomule’s arms tightened around Augustus’ waist, to the point he wondered if he would ever be able to escape his boyfriend’s grip- not that he minded, but he had noticed he tended to be clingier whenever he relaxed in the privacy of one of their bedrooms. To think that, out of the two, Mattholomule was more reluctant about doing ‘couple stuff’ at the beginning of their relationship. Now, they couldn’t nap together without him clinging to Augustus like his life depended on it, even when in a deep slumber. He wasn’t sure he realized, though, considering how much of a heavy sleeper he was.

With a smile, Augustus brought a hand to Mattholomule’s hair and started playing with it. Still half-asleep, his lover just grumbled something he didn’t catch, barely cracking one eye open as he looked up. He snorted at his disheveled, fresh out-of-bed look, his face framed by the golden light of the sunset through the window. Still silent, as if any word pronounced would destroy this peaceful moment, his hand traveled down and cupped Mattholomule’s face, his own grin still wide. His thumb hovered on his cheek, drawing slow, circle motions. The older witch just kept staring at him with a blank face, slowly blinking, almost wondering how he got there in the first place. Augustus nodded at him, waiting for him to speak, but nothing came out of his mouth. Instead, he just closed his eyes again and nuzzled his face against Augustus’ stomach, holding him as close as possible. He was almost pinning him down on the mattress with his weight on top of him for the most part- and boy, was he heavy, now.

Augustus just sighed and buried his hand into Mattholomule’s unruly locks again, but this time the other boy didn’t react. He winded a strand of hair around his finger, then let it escape before cupping the back of his head.

Yeah. Augustus was embarrassingly in love with Mattholomule.

And seeing him not only so vulnerable, but also putting so much trust in him made him fall even more.