#How to Enjoy Every Telephone Call

[thatsbelievable]

[ozzgin]

Keeping the theme of literary yandere characters, I return with this Kafkaesque bizarrerie of a bureaucratic madman. content: gender neutral reader, kidnapping, absurdism

Yandere!Office Worker is a prim and proper young man. He's eloquent, well-mannered, and intelligent, albeit a little stiff in his ways. One can tell he enjoys rules and structure, perhaps to the point of absurdity - otherwise he wouldn't be such a great servant of the bureaucratic machine. Indeed, everything must go according to the established code of conduct; yet, the author of these instructions remains to be determined.

Yandere!Office Worker is convinced you must become his partner at once! Consequently, you wake up in a basement, though it's not the typical basement one would imagine when thinking about basements. The wallpaper is fresh and elegant, the little window bordering the ceiling allows for plenty of natural light, and the furniture is clean, luxurious, with a faint sterile smell to it. Of course, he cleans everything thoroughly every morning at exactly 7:45am, with the exception of your bed, as he does not wish to disturb your slumber.

Yandere!Office Worker listens to your horrified pleas with profound interest in his eyes. You're a tad annoyed by his sympathy. "Hey," you warn him, "you're literally the one who kidnapped me. Don't pretend you're not involved!" He gasps, his pale, slender hand clutching at his chest. Well, pretending to clutch, that is: he wouldn't want to wrinkle his buttoned shirt.

Yandere!Office Worker vehemently denies any kind of wrongdoing. No, no, you were not kidnapped. It's a misunderstanding! He has the paperwork, you see. Everything happened according to the law. If you do insist, he can call the Tribunal. They'll tell you it all happened officially and correctly. "What's this Tribunal you speak of," you ask with a skeptical frown. "Let me call them myself," you demand, "since you can't be trusted."

Yandere!Office Worker hands you the telephone with pompous theatrics. "You're in luck," he says, "they're only open on Thursdays and Tuesdays, but only if it's sunny." You rip the device from his fingers and dial the number. His own phone begins to ring. "Yes," he answers solemnly, "how may we help you?" You stare, bewildered, at the scene unfolding before you. "Are you mocking me? What's the meaning of this," you begin to shout, but he quickly places a finger over your lips. "Not right now, Darling, I have an important work call."

Yandere!Office Worker is a damned lunatic. You march towards the door and urge him to let you go. You have coworkers, friends, and family waiting for you outside. Your partner! This idea seems to upset him greatly, because he stomps his foot into the carpeted floor and gesticulates: "Because he lifted his skirts like this, this giddy goose," he cries out, "you chatted him up, dug your nose into the pretty words like a well-fed pig!" He grabs your hands with desperate urgency. "Won't you understand already? I'm your husband, I ought to know you better than all these strangers you speak of."

Yandere!Office Worker is rather convincing in his ministerial meltdown. You inspect the documents, putting each line under scrutiny. Finally, you click your tongue. The rascal has a point, after all, everything matches the paperwork. "No mistake," you confess, handing him the thick, leather-bound folder. "I suspected you'd come to your senses very soon," he beams. "Let's go upstairs, I'll make you a cup of coffee." You follow behind obediently. "I'd like-" you start, but he interrupts you. "Half a teaspoon of sugar, a little milk foam on top. Who do you think you're talking to, (Y/N)?"

[odoraful]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋, 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐓?

content: sylus x gn!reader; reader is a resident of the N109 zone; meeting each other for the first time; suave and lowkey yandere vibes from sylus; 1.5k words

a/n: i know that the moon in N109 is depicted as being red in-game, but i changed it so that that is only a myth :)

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“Here to watch the moon again?”

A voice called from behind you, somewhat cavalier.

Your posture stiffened, skin prickling with goosebumps. Inwardly you cursed at yourself. How had you not sensed someone approaching? Your instincts couldn’t be that dull. You regained your composure, trying your hardest to compress your surprise. Finding out that one had been caught off guard was a fast way to reveal a weakness in the N109 zone.

You sat on the ledge of a tall skyscraper, feet dangling below. The scenery before you was a complex matrix of buildings compacted together. Telephone poles and wires weaved between tight spaces, lights flickering below. Whether these lines actually functioned well enough to contact others you were doubtful about. Though, it hardly mattered. If you were in need of help in N109, there was usually only one option—fend for yourself. Quickly assessing your situation, you concluded that this person was not here to harm you. If he wanted to, he could have easily pushed you off the side of the building, or struck you in the back before you could even detect his presence.

“Again?” you repeated, steadying your tone. “You imply that you’ve seen me here before, and yet you’ve never bothered to approach me until now.”

You leaned back on your hands, the concrete cold beneath your fingers. All you had to do was put on enough air of confidence, and it would grant you the escape you needed.

“Who are you?”

Turning your head over your shoulder, you looked at your supposed stalker.

You’ve encountered many different people here in the N109 zone, but none as deadly-looking as the man standing merely metres from you. His hair was a cool grey, combed over to reveal his forehead. He dressed in all black, save for the silver accessory pinned between the collars of his dress shirt that glinted in the moonlight. Hypnotising red eyes pierced through you, his gaze crawling under your skin. He seemed to be made of up sharp angles and intimidating arrogance. Unexpectedly, he wore a smile on his face. You immediately quashed down the thought of how attractive he was, his lips curled upwards in amusement.

“Just another enjoyer of the night sky, much like yourself,” he answered.

Your heart traitorously thundered in your ears at the smoothness of his words. Your eyes never left him as he walked closer to you, the heels of his dress shoes clacking against concrete, until he stood near your side.

“This is a spot I also like to frequent, you see.”

This time, you couldn’t hide your shock as he bent down to sit on the ledge as well. Your mouth parted and eyes widened slightly. How could he act so unguarded? He glanced at your expression and laughed, a warmer sound that clashed greatly with his forbidding appearance.

“What is it? Are you so unused to company?” he asked. You couldn’t tell if the innocence in his voice was real or mocking. Was he… teasing you?

“N-not at all,” you replied, more rushed than you intended. Your confidence began to slip away. Everything this man said felt like he was testing you. “You’re welcome to sit wherever you please.”

He bowed his head, exaggerating graciousness. “Your kindness is appreciated.”

The silence that followed was oppressive. You could hardly enjoy the night with a stranger (who hadn’t even given his name to you) sitting beside you. Perhaps this was some bizarre tactic to force information out of you. You would become so uncomfortable with the silence that you would spill every secret you had to him. However, as you snuck glances at him, you found his attention drawn only toward the sky. The light of the moon reflected off his irises, transforming them into a bright crimson. You tried to think of a conversation topic. Anything for you to know more about this strange man.

His question came before yours.

“Why do you come here?” he asked, eyes landing on you once more. “This is one of the tallest buildings in this zone, and the rooftop isn’t accessible from inside.” He lifted a hand to his chin, suddenly in thought. “You would need to climb up to the 40th floor, then scale across to the left hand side of the building towards the abandoned scaffolding. From there, you would be able to reach the broken ladder to get to the roof.”

You bristled uneasily. Surely it was coincidence that he recited your exact route to get here. He must have used the same path as well.

“It’s undoubtedly a dangerous climb, that only a skilled person could pull off. There are much more… safer viewing spots in this place.”

You paused, trying to discern anything in him about his true intentions. Besides for genuine interest in the slight tilt of his head, you could glean no other ulterior motives in this line of questioning. Maybe he really was just another person in the N109 zone trying to survive.

“Perhaps there are.” You replied, looking down at the streets below. After visiting this rooftop every night, you no longer felt any vertigo. “It’s funny. Those people in Linkon always craft such sordid tales about what the sky is like here.”

The words flowed out of you like a stream. You had thought about this a lot in your time here, relaying your musings to the moon.

“That it’s clouded with smog, unbreathable to even traverse outside. Or that it’s always raining, droplets acidic to the skin.”

If you had glanced next to you for even a moment, you would have seen just how captivated the man was by you and your words. As if he had found the most dazzling gemstone buried deep within the ground after hours of digging. But, you continued to study your feet swaying lazily back and forth as you continued,

“But, that’s all nonsense. They’ve never been here before, where the sky is absolutely spotless,” you said, wistfully.

And it was true. Your turned your head up, scanning the moon above. It was simply a regular moon, just like one you’d see in Linkon city. However, being so high up meant there was no obstruction from any other buildings. You could behold its fullness every night, savouring its white glow. It reminded you that there was so much more waiting in the universe for you. Maybe even unexplored places past the Deepspace Tunnel.

You expected some witty reply laced with mystery from your seatmate, but he remained silent. Curiously, you looked over, finding his eyes locked on you.

“Yes, those are simply stories to monger fear.” He sounded almost breathless as he replied.

You blinked at him. Evidently, you had said something that resonated with him. He cleared his throat, shaking off whatever spell had just gripped him.

“And I agree,” he continued, “I believe one can get the most clearest and loveliest views here at night time.”

You noted to yourself that he was certainly not looking at the sky as he said that. His gaze briefly trailed up and down your body. You drew in a breath, praying that your cheeks weren’t flushed as crimson as his eyes. Heat crawled up your face at the smirk on his lips. The man seemed content to reveal that ulterior motive to you quite freely.

Something fluttered towards the two of you, and a crow flew down to the man’s shoulder, cawing loudly. You jumped at the peculiar sight. The man clenched his jaw, seeming to be genuinely irritated by the interruption, but not at all bewildered by the large bird at his shoulder. It turned its head and cocked it to the side, seeming to analyse you.

“Unfortunately, my time here is up,” he sighed, pulling his feet off from the ledge and standing again.

To your surprise, your spirits deflated. There were so many things you wanted to know about this silver-haired man, and you didn’t know when you would meet him next.

“I will see you tomorrow night to continue this conversation,” he added, adjusting the coat around his shoulder.

You cursed internally again. Had it been so plain on your face that you wanted to meet him again? You pursed your lips.

“And what makes you so sure I’ll come back here tomorrow?”

Another laugh erupted from him. He had to restrain himself from commenting on how cute you looked right now.

“Because I��m quite good at reading people,” he instead said.

It was truly a shame he had to leave so soon. This interaction he had carefully crafted had begun so well. The crow cawed again, directly into his ear. Quiet down, I know I have business to attend to, he thought, scratching his finger against its feathered head to pacify the bird.

“Ah I almost forgot.”

You craned your head upwards at him standing beside you. Your expectant, doe eyes nearly convinced him to ignore all his duties and sit back down with you.

He tipped his head down. Greeting you once again, this time with an appropriate introduction.

“You can call me Sylus.”

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[holdinbacksecrets]

love drunk voicemails from ex!seventeen

it’s been way too long since i’ve posted blurbs for svt >.< i hope you enjoy them! as always, thank you @un-love for sharing thoughts and helping me assign <3

seungcheol: “you used to be the easiest person to reach. for five years, i knew you’d answer my every call. now, i tell myself i was too young to understand the security of that and the luck, but i knew then. sometimes, after you answered, i wouldn’t say anything because if i stayed quiet long enough, i would hear my name. i loved the way you’d say it with a hint of annoyance, but it was annoyance through a smile. that’s the only kind i want around because it’s drenched in love. it was the only kind you knew. no one else does annoyance like you.”

jeonghan: “i’ve never seen you drunk, and i can’t sleep, so i ended up thinking about the times you were really honest—never-ending rambles that you didn’t have the awareness to cut off. it only happened when you were exhausted, but i loved it, and i decided that’s how you’d be drunk. i recorded a few of your rambles, and i play them sometimes. i’ll walk around seoul and listen to nothing else but you at 2am or 3am. my favorite one is from 6am when i picked you up from glamping for that bachelorette party. you were miserable, but we couldn’t go home until you saw the ducks at the pond. i didn’t know which pond, you forgot the name, so we kept driving until you were happy with one.”

joshua: “did you see me last weekend? i swear it was you. we were on the train, on opposite ends. i don’t think you looked my way once, and i convinced myself you saw me first but couldn’t handle seeing me again. i also tried to convince myself it wasn’t you, and it was working until you crossed your legs and i saw your ankle tattoo.”

jun: “do you still have picnics by han river? i’ve thought about going on a thursday night at eight, and i’ve wondered what i would do if i saw you. would you let me join you? what if i sat a few feet away? would u listen if i spoke without looking at you? talking towards the river with words meant for you… tell me this doesn’t feel right to you too.”

soonyoung: “where do you go when you miss me? is that conceded to ask? i always go to the mall when i miss you. it’s embarrassing, but i smell every perfume you’ve worn, at least the ones i can remember. i accidentally cried a little once. i think the employee noticed, so i bought a bottle because it felt wrong not to after subjecting the poor woman to my tears.”

wonwoo: “i know you’re dating. that fact rolled through the grapevine, and the final person let it slip like a senseless game of telephone, so i left the restaurant before my meal arrived and picked up something from a street vendor while i walked home. the walk home was miles. i couldn’t tell you how long it took. i kept stopping to catch my breath every time i thought about someone else’s hands on you. don’t date. what are we doing?”

jihoon: “we used to have a whole routine when i’d go on tour. it was so well thought out that i looked forward to missing you. i loved missing you. i loved having someone to miss, someone to come home to—an apartment warmed by your love.”

seokmin: “you called me on accident last night. it was so loud in the background. i knew you were out. i heard laughter and my eyes rolled back. then, you cursed and hung up, and i slumped over. call me again. laugh in my ear again. curse against my ear again.”

mingyu: “i still buy your grocery list. at least once a month i buy your favorite things, and i eat every last bit, but it’s all for the reminders. i stand in the kitchen to wash strawberries and cut them into halves and then quarters, and i reminisce the conversations we used to have. back then, i thought i’d hear your strawberry conversations for the rest of my life. i don’t want anyone else to. i can’t help but think no one will appreciate them like i do… did… would if you’d let me again. can we get a take two? redo? a second chance. i can love you better.”

minghao: “it’s raining. i feel like that’s all i have to say for you to know exactly what i’m thinking—all the things i’m feeling. what was it about us and the rain? did you ever figure it out? sometimes i wonder if you still try to, or if you’ve moved on, but i miss us when it rained. you sat backwards on the couch to watch the city lights blur. you talked about life like you were from another time and blamed it on the weather. you talked about me with complete certainty.”

seungkwan: “do you think about getting back together? how would you feel if i asked? i keep dialing your number first thing in the morning, before i’m wide awake, before i’ve completely lost the dream you were in, and the wanting makes me feel blissed out and uninhibited. then, i blink too many times and never do it. i wish you would reach out to me. i’d be so happy to see your name on my phone again. i took all of our calls for granted. i was too confident in us. there was never a reason not to be.”

vernon: “the courtyard behind the contemporary art museum is having a free concert this saturday. i’m going. it starts at 7, ends at 9. it’s supposed to be cold, so you should wear layers and cover your ears—the wind won’t be kind. i’ll bring a green tea with soy milk, so don’t worry about a drink. it’s a folk singer. you probably know her.”

chan: “i hope you’re still laying in the grass and using the moonlight to write in your journal. i hope there’s a ladybug on your cheek and sand in your socks. i hope you’re laughing and loving life and crossing items off on your mundanity list—or are you calling it a bucket list now? i hope you finally took that cake decorating class. i hope your mom’s healthy.”

[illbegottenfaith]

maybe stay here forever (inspired by packing it up by gracie abrams)

the holidays have you feeling sentimental over yours and theo's relationship (theo nott x reader)

a/n - 100 followers in a little over a month is very much insane for me, and like any other writer I rlly appreciate every interaction with my fics <3 also im trying to work on making mutuals (esp with other writers!) but man it does NOT help that im so incurably shy, anyways enjoy!!

tropes/warnings - tw descriptions of grief and anxiety, established relationship, domestic bliss, more angst than I anticipated, an outtake ft. petty!theo throwing down with a 13-year-old

word count - 2.6k

"Y/N! PHONE!”

You placed your butterbeer down with a thunk, weaving your way from your table to the telephone at the counter. Your friend Ivy handed it to you before disappearing into the crowd. You knew who it was even before pressing your ear to the receiver.

“This is highly illegal, as you very well know,” you said breathlessly. "Randy hates anyone using his phone."

“Relax. Ivy said he's gone into the back.”

Even through a telephone line, your boyfriend's voice gave you a giddy sort of thrill. Still, you glanced at the back door anxiously. “For now. What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. Just wanted to hear you sound deliciously panicky.”

“Unbelievable. I’m risking being banned from Hogsmeade’s only pub for nothing?”

“What’s the point of having a girlfriend,” Theo wanted to know, “if she won’t enable your illegal endeavours?”

You rolled your eyes. “So, did you manage a game between the four of you?”

“Eh. It was…something. I’m not sure if anyone would call it Quidditch, though.”

“Oh?”

“You should join us next time. The flying, screaming - you’d love it.”

"Rude." The one time Theo had managed to wheedle you into at least trying to play Quidditch with him and some of your friends had not ended very well for you. In your defense, heading straight for the ground sounded like a much safer option than waiting around to be hit by a Bludger.

“You’re still watching the back door, aren’t you?”

You stiffened, eyes sweeping across the crowded pub. He wasn’t here, was he? He did love messing with you. You shook yourself. Of course not, you were using the only telephone in the vicinity. “Am not,” you sniffed injuredly. "Anyway, what are you up to now?"

"I'm about to go down to the shops to run your errands. What did you need, again?"

"Butterbeer fla - are you writing this down?"

"No need, I'll remember."

You frowned. "Teddy, you always say that, and you always forget something."

"Not this time. Shoot."

You huffed. With how aggravating Theo could be, he was lucky he had such a pretty face. "Butterbeer flavoured popcorn, for the popcorn garlands. If they only have regular, don't bother, I have bags and bags of those. New Christmas lights, because one of the bulbs blew out. Wrapping paper, someone's bound to need it. Hm, what else...that disgusting peppermint tea you love - "

"I don't love peppermint tea. It's...it's not bad, that's all."

"Fibber. You cleaned us out last year."

"And I'll do it again if you keep throwing around these unlawful accusations."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, listen - bring Mattheo along with you, will you?"

Having just broken up with his girlfriend, Matteo's Christmas plans fell through at the last minute. You couldn't help it was in your nature to worry. You heard the distant rustle of parchment crackle over the phone. Ah - ha, fibber indeed. "Alright, but for the last time, he's doing perfectly fine on his own." You heard him folding the list up. "He's a grown man, Y/N."

Your tone turned reproachful. "It's the holidays. No one should have to spend the holidays alone, remember?"

"Don't you have your own friends to fret over?"

"They're all going home. You only have yourself to blame for being within arm's reach, you know."

"If I'd known you were going to be this meddlesome I'd have stayed far, far away."

"Please. Like you could have resisted my charms."

You could imagine the teasing look he'd be giving you.

"Speaking of charms, how does a charm bracelet sound? Would you like that?"

You sighed. For some reason, you were having a particularly difficult time thinking of something to ask for this Christmas. You kept putting it off, and now it was less than two weeks away. Theo was doing his best to help, though it did get a bit grating when he'd point out every item in a shop one by one.

"I still don't know," you said helplessly. "Rain-check? Again?"

"Fine. But you don't have much time left." You heard him unfolding the list. "So, for today, butterbeer flavoured popcorn, Christmas lights, wrapping paper and peppermint tea?"

"Yep. Thanks, Teddy."

"Anything for you, doll." Theo cleared his throat and dropped his voice a couple of pitches.

"So what are the odds I can convince you to wear that green little number to tonight's party?"

You grinned at the pub counter flirtatiously. "I don't know. How badly do you want to see me in it?"

Theo groaned. "Going to make me beg for it, baby?"

"In a manner of speaking." You glanced back at the back door, just in case. "Haven't you learned? Sweet-talking will get you everywhere with me." Your eyes drifted to your table, where Ivy was impatiently waving you over. "Damn. I have to go. Ivy looks like she's about to have a coronary."

"Wearthedre-"

You wore the dress. You could be cruel, but not that cruel. It was a cosy sort of party, with friends and friends of friends milling around. You were sitting in Theo's lap on one of the couches, the two of you trying to talk over the music.

" - and so I said to Ivy, if he can't be bothered to even say hi when there's other people around, then that shows how little respect he has for you, and he'll only get worse the more you let him get away with it, and - and I'm rambling."

Theo's mouth quirked into that special smile he reserved just for you. "Only a little. It's very becoming, if that's what you're worried about."

"Yeah, right."

"It is, but only because it's coming from you."

You fiddled with Theo's hair, trying to fix a cowlick of his. "So what did you do today?"

"We got the popcorn, the tea, the wrapping paper. Matteo got a little too excited with the lights."

You raised your eyebrows. "Do tell."

"Mind you, he's never shopped for anything in his life. He has house elves for that."

"Kind of like you when we first met," you teased lightly.

"I don't think he was expecting so many options. He kept winding each type around his limbs to compare. I think the insulation was faulty on one of them so he got a mild electrical shock."

You gasped. "Is he okay?"

"Yeah, as far as I could tell. I think he kind of liked it, to be honest."

"Of course he did." You wrinkled your nose. "Then what did you do?"

"Freed him, obviously."

"And then?"

"Then we got the same lights we always do."

"And then?"

Theo shook his head, bemused, and tugged at a lock of your hair. "And then nothing. And then we left. And then I changed and came straight up to the party to find my nuisance of a girlfriend."

You laughed. Theo wasn't being particularly funny, but it was hot and your hair was sticking to the back of your neck and you were high off the thrill that came with being perfectly in sync with your favourite person. In short, you were too buzzed to care. You were flushed, either from the alcohol or the feel of Theo's hand steadily creeping up your thigh.

"I have some bad news, though."

You sat up and scowled. "What?"

"I couldn't get us out of my family's Christmas dinner."

You groaned. You had half a mind to drown Theo in what was left of your drink.

"C'mon, Y/N," he cajoled, "iwe'll only be there a couple of days. Tis the season of giving."

"Sure, I'll give them a push down the stairs."

Theo stifled a snort and plucked the drink out of your hand. "Okay, that's enough punch for you. Speaking of..." He glanced somewhere behind you, sitting up a little and, frustratingly, pulled his hand off your thigh. "The punch bowl might need refilling."

"Don't," you whined, dragging his hand back to where it was a moment ago. "Let Enzo do it. We don't get to see enough of each other as it is."

Theo sighed. "So you're just never going to let me leave?"

"I can't help it," you said, "I like the way you speak. I love hearing you talk." You rested your forehead against his, your eyes fluttering close. "Promise you'll never quit talking to me."

"Done," he murmured against your lips, a hand sliding to the small of your back.

Hours later, you felt yourself stirring. It was the middle of the night, long after the two of you had gone to bed. You regretfully peeled your eyes open, trying to figure out what had woken you up.

Theo was lying next to you. It took a few more blinks to see that he was breathing harder than normal, the moonlight filtering through the window casting a sickly pallor on his face. His breathing quickened till it bordered on hyperventilating, a restlessness spreading through his body as he uselessly clenched at the sheets.

The first night you had witnessed this, you had gone absolutely ballistic. You thought he was having a seizure. After an awkward conversation between a highly uncomfortable Theo and a panic-stricken you, you learned that it wasn't its first, or last, occurrence.

They weren't nightmares, exactly. If they were, Theo would forget them by the time he was shaken awake, and only the residual tremour in his limbs would be left. They were more akin to bouts of subconscious panic and despair surfacing from the recesses of his mind. Some nights, he recovered quickly, falling back to sleep in under an hour. Other nights, you'd hear him creep out of the room so as not to wake you while he whiled away the hours to dawn.

As hard as Theo tried, bless him, he struggled to put an explanation for these attacks into words. You guessed that it might have something to do with the sudden, unexpected departure of certain loved ones from his life after one mildly confusing fight. You had slipped out of bed early one morning, while Theo was still asleep, to get a headstart on your work for the day. A couple of hours later, when he found you in the Slytherin common room and immediately started going off on you, still in his pajamas, you found out how much waking up in an empty bed freaked Theo out.

Now, you shoved Theo hard on the shoulder. His eyes flew open, anxiously twitchy, as his breathing started slowing down. Still half-asleep, you snuggled up to him, pressing an ear to his chest. You could hear his heart pounding under his T-shirt. After a moment or so, once he'd recovered from the shock, he tentatively wrapped his arms around you.

You squeezed an arm around him as well. "'M here," you mumbled into his shirt. You could feel him taking deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down as he distractedly stroked your hair. Slowly, bit by bit, you felt him relax around you as you started to doze off. There the both of you stayed, a tangle of limbs, till the morning.

one year ago

You were sitting in the Astronomy Tower one chilly autumn night, having escaped from the party your friends had dragged you to. The holidays had just begun, and in the coming days, most people would be going home or carrying out their respective plans. Most people didn't include you. This year, more than anything, you wanted to be alone. Your friends assumed you were going home for the holidays, and your family assumed you were spending them with your friends at Hogwarts, and to be completely honest, you didn’t see the need to correct either of them.

You looked up, straining your ears as you heard disembodied footsteps approaching you. A minute later, Theodore Nott emerged from the shadows.

“Mind if I join you?”

You shook your head as Theo settled with his back against a pillar, stretching one overly-long leg towards you while bending the other. You had seen him at the party for the first fifteen minutes you were there. He looked delightfully comfortable in a loose, casual denim button-down. It felt a little odd to think of him as an acquaintance when you saw him nearly weekly while your other friends caught up. But at the same time, there was a tinge of awkwardness in the silence stretching out between the two of you. You weren’t even sure if he knew your name. Now, he was pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his jean pocket.

“Is it okay if I -?”

You shrugged wordlessly, still in a bit of a daze. As far as you could remember, you had never been in a one-on-one setting with Theo. It wasn’t that you avoided each other; it just never came to it. You had plenty of mutual friends acting as a buffer between you two.

All you knew about him was that your families��� tax brackets were far apart enough to mean you’d likely never see him again after Hogwarts. And after getting bruised and beaten by one too many failed relationships, you were kind of over trying to reach out or connect with new people.

And so Theodore's familial prestige was all you took note of. That, you thought as you watched him sigh in relief after the first drag of his cigarette, and his mildly concerning nicotine addiction.

You risked a sidelong glance at him to find him unabashedly looking right at you. But with him sitting perpendicular to you, you were in his direct eye line. Where else was he supposed to look? Literally anywhere else, you wished, as you returned his gaze with an awkward half-smile.

“So, Y/N,” Theo was saying, tapping ash off his cigarette. So he did know your name. You decided then that you were right - you had never been in such an intimate capacity with him before. After all, you weren’t one to forget someone saying your name like…like that. Like he harboured some secret fascination with it, from the way he let it linger on his tongue. “Any special holiday plans?”

You shook your head wordlessly. Theo gave a slight frown.

“You do speak, don’t you?”

You scoffed. “…yes. Obviously.” He’d seen you talk in front of him. Maybe not to him, but he knew you could speak perfectly fine. Your tongue currently feeling like cardboard was an entirely separate mystery.

“Going home?”

You hesitated. Theo was neither friend nor family, but for some inexplicable reason, that made it all the more difficult to lie to him. You blamed it on the smoke, it must have been making you nauseous. That, or his relentlessly demanding stare.

“I only ask because Ivy mentioned you were.”

You gave him a look, mildly peeved. If he already knew, what was he prodding around for? The cooler, more rational part of your mind pointed out that he might just have been trying to make polite conversation, and that a normal person who didn’t keep secrets like you wouldn’t be having this kind of a reaction.

“Yeah. I leave…soon.” Not for the holidays, though.

“That’s funny,” Theo continued pleasantly, “because I heard you mention to Matteo that you were staying here with the girls.”

You froze. Crap. How were you going to explain your way out of this one?

“So?” You couldn’t keep the defensive edge out of your voice. Maybe if you acted confident enough, he wouldn’t realise anything was amiss.

“So…you’re lying to someone.” He tapped his cigarette again, irritatingly casual, as if you were only discussing the weather.

“Why are you so interested in my holiday plans anyway?” you asked crossly, pulling your cardigan tighter around you as a chilly breeze started picking up.

Theo raised his eyebrows. He had the gall to look thrown off, as if he wasn’t the one pursuing the topic.

“People don’t normally lie about their holiday plans. You do realise that, right?”

Oddly enough, something in his tone made you feel embarrassed over being caught in a lie. Scratch that, it was embarrassing to have Theodore Nott catch you in a lie. What for, anyway? He was hardly the most honest person himself. Probably. You felt the back of your neck heat up. You desperately wished he would look away.

“What’s it to you?”

Theo opened his mouth before closing it again. He stewed in his thoughts for a minute while his jaw worked, as if he were trying to find the right words.

“You shouldn’t be alone on the holidays.”

You worried your bottom lip. Was this…concern?

“Maybe I want to be alone.”

“Do you?”

His otherwise dead eyes looked so inquisitive - so piercing yet unnervingly honest for someone as prone to manipulation as him. You couldn’t bring yourself to lie to those eyes. You dropped your gaze to where your fingers were fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

“It’s complicated.”

“So explain.”

You laughed humourlessly. “They wouldn’t understand.”

You watched the shadows on the tower’s floor shift. You looked up to see Theo finishing off his cigarette as he moved to join you, looking out at the same Hogwarts grounds you were facing. It seemed to make it easier, this pseudo-confession, without the brunt of his needling stare.

Here was someone you didn’t feel the urge to explain yourself to. You felt…less alone. Like you finally had someone unequivocally on your side. It had been a long time since you felt that way.

Even with the slight distance between you, you could feel the body heat he radiated. You leaned towards him slightly, but you told yourself it was only because he was blocking the wind and you were sick of shivering. Perhaps you weren’t as subtle as you would have liked, because he stretched an arm around you, running his hand up and down your arm to warm you up as you sank into his heat gratefully. You didn’t have the heart to pull away. You didn’t want to pull away.

“You could explain it to me, you know.” Theo glanced down to where you were resting your head on his shoulder. “If you wanted.”

You toyed with the idea. So, basically, I’m sick of every relationship I’ve been in falling flat, and lately I’ve been feeling like even my friends don’t understand me, so you’ve caught me just as I’m giving up on it - love, that is, romantic or otherwise. You pulled a face. It sounded far too melodramatic even in your own head. Still, you tried.

“Have you ever felt like…giving up?” Theo’s brow furrowed even more. “No, not - I’m not suicidal. Just…when everything gets too exhausting, and reaching out just feels so…”

“Once.”

You hesitated. You weren’t expecting him to agree. Sympathise, maybe.

“After my mother died.”

“…oh.”

Could you sound any more stupid? But you couldn’t help it - in a group of friends who regularly made cracks at each other’s Death Eater fathers, Theo’s mother was a strictly off-limits topic.

"It was a couple of years back." Theo's voice sounded different now; blithe and almost aggressively neutral. "In front of me. I didn't realise until it was too late, but she was my best friend." He paused, idly tracing the lines on his palm, but you got the distinct impression that he was trying very hard to discuss something that was very difficult to talk about.

“I was -“ he broke off with a sharp bark of laughter that sounded as painful as it was unexpected. “I was angry, actually. Fucking livid. Angry at my dad, for being such a piece of shit. Angry at myself, for every time I thought I was too cool to spend time with her. Angry at her because…because it was too soon, and she was all I had. And she knew that.”

Theo had a white knuckle grip on the edge of the tower’s floor, looking dangerously close to trembling. Every ridge in his face stood taut with the ache of poorly healed emotional wounds. “She knew it. She fucking knew it.”

You placed a hand over his. He drummed his fingers restlessly against the floor, and you could feel the agitation seeping out of him as his breathing evened out.

“How did you get over it? The anger?”

Theo gave you a strange, almost pitying look.

“I’m angry nearly every day of my life, Y/N.”

He sighed and dropped his head, finally leaning into you as well, his hand drifting innocently along your arm as he talked, as if you were old friends. “But if Matteo and the others have drilled anything in my head over the years, it’s that isolating yourself is the real killer.”

Your fists were clenched tightly in your lap. It was almost comforting, seeing how your body language mirrored each other's. You didn't think you would ever feel ready to do it once more, letting yourself be susceptible to heartbreak or loss, in this lifetime or the next, but perhaps...perhaps you could manage. For him. You turned slightly, burying your face into his neck and closing your eyes.

“I suppose…I could try," you started in a small voice, partially muffled by Theo's shirt. You took a deep breath in. God, his neck smelled so good. "One last time."

“Of course you can,” Theo murmured, sounding unreasonably patient. “You’re stronger than this.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

You let him keep holding you for a little while longer, just until you warmed up to the idea The quiet felt nice. Theo felt nice, in every sense of the phrase.

“I’m starting to think you didn’t come here for just a smoke break.”

"Ivy might have mentioned something," he confessed. You bit back a smile. You should have guessed. "Your friends really care about you, you know. And you've really worried them."

The bitter taste of guilt hit your jaw. You idly traced the stitching of Theo's jean's pockets. Someone else also seemed rather worried, though you weren't about to point that out.

"Have I?"

"Afraid so. You're lucky you're so precious."

Theo tapped your nose, and for the first time that evening, you grinned. After weeks of wandering in a cloud of grief, the motion felt achingly familiar. Theo returned the smile, as if you couldn't help but amuse him.

“There it is.”

“There what is?”

He looked momentarily speechless again. You frowned. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that you made him as nervous as he made you.

“Nothing,” he mumbled hastily. “Can we go back down? It’s freezing up here.”

present day

"Morning."

With some difficulty, you extracted yourself from Theo's embrace. You cleared your raspy throat as you stretched out your stiff limbs.

"H'llo."

Theo leaned down to give you a peck on the lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck. As he pulled back, your hands slid to his face, then down to his shoulders. You weren't entirely sure what you were looking for. "Better?"

"Yes." You saw the sleepy bliss fading from his face. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"You didn't," you lied. "I was up anyway."

Theo quirked an eyebrow interestedly. "What could a respectable girl like you be doing at three in the morning?"

You giggled softly and pulled him on top of you, and you thought he gave a rather appealing demonstration on what you might have been doing. A while later, you glanced at the clock, and saw that it was getting dangerously close to afternoon.

"We should probably get up."

"Mhm. You still need to decide what you want for Christmas, by the way."

Cold air rushed in as Theo rolled off of you, pulling his clothes on. You dragged yourself to the bathroom, still trying to figure out what to ask for. When you stepped out, feeling much more human, Theo was missing. You wandered into the empty common room where he had already set out two steaming mugs of that disgusting peppermint tea on one of the tables, complete with candy canes.

His eyebags are terrible as ever, and he's yawning, but he looks happy. Content. As content as you feel. And you think, this is all you want. For Theo to always get the cold side of his pillow, all the peppermint tea he could want, pleasant Hogsmeade trips...a real break, for once. For him to get everything that he asks for, and more.

bonus outtake

"Let's talk about something else. Anything else." Theo pulled you into his lap. "Like what an adorable elf you make."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "I'm not sneaking you into this year's gift donation drive."

"Why not?"

You should have known this was coming. "Listen, you got yourself banned last year."

"It wasn't even my fault. You didn't even hear how snarky that guy was being. 'Oh, where's your present?' Jackass."

"The jackass was 13, Theo."

He sniffed with an injured air. "It's not like I lied to him or something, you know."

"Again, for the last time, I cannot impress enough how incredibly inappropriate it is to point out one of the helper elves as your 'present' to a 13-year-old boy."

"But you were my present. I got to unwrap you and everything afterwards."

[skywalkoverme]

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞

a/n: Here is the threesome I mentioned yesterday!! I hope you enjoy!! Sorry, Ewan's photo wouldnt load :(

𐙚 Anakin x Fem x Kenobi 𐙚 THREESOME 𐙚 || 18+ MDNI

Summary: You spend the night at your friends dorm.

Warnings/contains: College AU, Anakin + Kenobi are athletes, smut, p's in v, double penetration, sex tapes, multiple creampies, face fucking, slapping, hair pulling, choking, marking, hickies, sex modeling, sexual teasing, proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 4.1k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

Athlete’s Dorm: ‘9:02 PM'

“What do you mean, broken?!” He stood in his dorm hall with his roommate. Soon, the hall was filled with students fanning themselves and chattering.

“I mean, there’s a guy here to fix the AC, Skywalker. Just bear with me, ok?” Anakin folded his arms, and leaned back onto the door frame as more people asked the RA questions. “Alright, everyone! Calm down! There are fans in the lobby! You’re welcome to—” The students began to push past the RA to the elevators. “Whatever.”

“I hate this building.” Anakin groaned, pulled off his shirt and left the door to his dorm open.

‘10:12 PM’

He sat at his computer, glasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, and two energy drinks by his keyboard. The fan on his shelf blew warm air onto his sweaty, shirtless torso. After procrastinating for a week, his essay for his government class was due as well as a handful of chemistry assignments. As he typed, he thought of all the time he wasted crashing in other’s dorms or jerking off after class--- “Ahg!” The young man grumbled and folded his arms. “I’m goin’ to the vending machine, ya want anything?” He asked his roommate, Kenobi.

“Empty calories. No.” Kenobi said with his back to Anakin as he went over his biology notes with a highlighter.

Anakin sucked his teeth and grabbed his wallet before heading to the elevator. I fucking hate this old ass building…stupid fucking government class. Interrupting his thoughts, the elevator took him down to the lobby.

Every area was filled with sweaty and complaining students. Some lay on the floor and others, across furniture and against walls. Anakin was quickly distracted by a group of his teammates who stood together. “What’s so funny?” He placed a gentle hand on one of the guys.

“Girl in your room?”

Kenobi would kill me. He thought. “I’m writing an essay.” He called over his shoulder as he got a water and something sweet from the vending machines.

“That can wait. We’re about to take a walk~” A friend of his raised his eyebrows.

“Tempting. But no.” A few of the guys groaned, some sighed.

“You’re missing out!” One guy called out.

“Oh, yeah?” Anakin continued to walk around the lobby, eventually finding his way to the RA telephone on the desk behind the counter. He walked around the desk and started to dial a number---

“Skywalker! What do you think you’re doing?!” One of the staff asked with a groan, trying to avoid staring at his bare torso. He raised a finger to his lips. The woman gasped and stormed towards the coordinator’s office.

After a few rings, you picked up the landline on your nightstand. “Hello?”

“Hey, beautiful.” Anakin said smoothly after taking a sip of his water.

You turned over your left wrist and smiled at your watch. “It’s late, Mister Skywalker. What is it? Ran out of Red bull?” You speak into the landline as you remove your jewelry for bed.

He chuckled, playing with the phone cord. “An hour ago, yes. But that’s not why I’m callin’, Sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes, a hand on your hip. He was a known sweet talker and did nothing to hide it. You’re sure he could convince you to balance fine China on a tightrope with a simple smirk. “How was your day?” He leaned on the desk of the lobby.

“It was good.” You bit your bottom lip, a lock of hair around your fingers. “Yours?”

“Rather lonely, can you believe that?” He asked softly.

You shook your head before realizing he was simply on the phone. “U- Ahem, no.”

“Do you want to know why, Sweetheart? I didn’t see you in class.” He whispered the last part; your lips spread with need. “Where were you?”

“Doctor’s appointment.”

“And you thought to tell no one?” He asked sweetly, your feet swung under you as you sat at the end of your bed. “You should know, I sent out a whole calvary to find you. I was worried.” That charming sarcasm always grasped you so tightly.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, handsome.”

“Tsk, well you did.” He sighed, “You’ll have to make it up to me, Sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“As the Teacher’s Assistant…it’s your job to help students in need, right?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “I suppose. It depends on what that student needs.” Breathlessly, you spoke while imagining him on the phone with you. Making that sly smirk, toying with something that didn’t belong to him.

“My essay. Will you come help me?” You knew he’d have you in his dorm until morning. Not that anyone cared in his dorm, but this was looked down upon. A TA sleeping with her student; you should be ashamed but thank God you aren’t.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He chuckled, “Bye now…”

You arrived in lobby only four minutes later and quickly walked up to him, holding an armful of books with crooked glasses on your face. He could tell you put on a subtle amount of makeup in the car. Pajama pants waved in the wind created by the fans in the lobby, your tank top clung to your distracting figure. His eyes traced down your body. “Why is it so warm in here?” You asked while glancing over the groups of students.

“Shit. I forgot to tell you: the AC blew.” He shook his head, walking closely as you went to the elevator.

“Damn, I’m sorry. But that explains…all this.” You took a long look around the room again at the shirtless men and women in sport bras. You muttered, more needy than you expected, “You are…so lucky to live in this dorm.”

“Tsk, get in the elevator.” He lightly slapped your ass. You quickly shuffled into the elevator; your books in his arms as the doors closed. “Kenobi’s likely still in there. Midterms are knocking him on his ass.”

“He’s not the only one, I’m guessing.” You shrugged and Anakin ignored the comment before entering his dorm.

“I was thinkin’ more…write a paragraph, get some head in the study nook down the hall. Y’know, alternate between the two.” You rolled your eyes faster than he could get the words out.

“Hey, Ken.” You hugged his shoulder before sitting at Anakin’s desk. He hummed a ‘Hello’ and continued highlighting. Anakin rolled his eyes as you pushed his trash into his already full wastebasket.

“Alright, Interior decorator.”

He leaned over you as you sat, his palms on the top of the desk. “You should…get a new rolodex…” You whispered as a drop of his sweat dropped and slipped down your right breast. “It’s full.” Your heartbeat thumped quickly in your chest before you looked up at him and he was smirking.

“It’s been filled for a while now.” He added. You turned your attention to his computer. “It’s an argumentative essay over state law and federal…who should have more power or somethin’.” He waved a dismissive hand and opened your government textbook to the unit. “You’re my TA. Don’t you have the answers?”

A single line of sweat ran from his adam’s apple down his collarbones, to his pink nipple. “A- uh.” His tanned skin continued to draw your eyes back, “It’s an essay. Not a multiple-choice test.” You mumbled, “Did you keep the rubric?”

Anakin ran a hand through his hair and looked through his mess of papers from his desk. “Maybe I dropped it.” He went to Kenobi’s desk and picked his government binder from the shelf.

“What on earth are you doing?”

“See, I knew you wouldn’t mind. I just need it for a few seconds.” Anakin offered you Kenobi’s binder as you began to type his essay onto the file. “Make sure you include a few spelling mistakes.” He said while leaning over you.

'10:59’

Minutes passed and he began blabbering about his game and spinning a ball on each of his fingers—or at least trying to. “…with Notre Dame. Coach said tighten up but I’m not stressing. Half of ‘em are on coke anyway.” He shrugged, “So are you coming?”

You turned from the computer and to him. “What?”

He groaned and rolled his eyes, “Are you even listening?” He tossed his ball into a laundry basket across the room. “Come to my game!” He groaned again, his head tucked into your neck, his nose buried in your hair. “Ken’s gonna be there.”

Kenobi rolled his eyes, “I must be there. I’m the team manager. Don’t guilt trip her.” His broad shoulders strained against a sweat-soaked cotton shirt. Ken blew cool air into his shirt before he pulled it off his body. “Fuck, it’s hot.”

Anakin ignored his friend, his hands on your sides. “I can’t focus on you right now, Anakin.” You whispered as he playfully licked your neck.

“I’ll let you work.” He said, resting his chin on your shoulder as you wrote his essay.

“I expect to be paid handsomely for this.” You referenced Kenobi’s notes and your textbook as he simply watched you work.

He peered over his shoulder to be sure Ken wasn’t listening, “How about a few rounds of leg-shaking head?” You slapped one of his hands softly, “Oww!” He whispered, hugging you tighter. “For my girlfriend, you are quite feisty.”

“I’m not your girl, Ani.”

“Why is that again?” He asked before slipping his large hand into your pajama pants.

You whipped your head in his direction, “What are you doing?” You hardly whispered.

He pressed his lips against your temple, “I’m helping.” Before you could disagree with him, he moved the chair closer to the desk to conceal the location of his hand. “Just some motivation.” He whispered into your hair as his fingers ran up and down your slit. You decided to give your attention to his paper. “See? It’s working.” His fingers rest over your warm slit. “Someone shaved~”

“Oh stop! I did that before you called.” He snickered, “Ken, I need your help.”

“Don’t call him over here.” Anakin groaned and took his hand from your pants.

“Yeah? What’s the matter?” When you turned your head, your eyes were met with Ken’s bare torso. His chest covered in blonde hair as he rubbed his mustache. You stuttered for a moment before Anakin turned your head towards the computer by your braids.

“Uhm…c- could you both read this? I want it to sound natural like Anakin.”

“Sure thing.” Their hands rest on the back of the chair as they read through the paper; “You mind?” You took the warm mouse in your hand and scrolled down some. “The paper looks good…just…” Ken leaned down until his chest hair rubbed your shoulder and he began to make a few changes to the conclusion.

“Sounds like me.” Anakin shrugged.

“Alright, we can print it before class on Monday.” You began to stack your books and offered Kenobi his resources.

“Where are you going?” Ken asked as the room’s fan tossed the young men’s hair, sweat ran down their tanned bodies as you fixed the strap of your tank top. “Home already? I thought you’d stay.”

“Really?” Anakin turned his head to his dormmate. “You never let me have guests.”

“This is different.” He shrugged and organized his books on his shelves. Your eyes shifted between the two and ran down their toned backs. “She’s a TA, a good influence.” Anakin could feel that Kenobi was trying to butter you up. And right in front of him?!

You weren’t focused on the unspoken words, just the two figures, glistening with sweat under the faint desk lights. Both men were powerfully built, their muscles taut under tanned skin. Kenobi, a stockier man with a porno mustache (that you suggested), wiped a hand across his brow, leaving a streak of sweat. Anakin ran a hand through his damp, dark hair. His chest heaved slightly with each breath, revealing the network of muscles beneath his skin. 

Both men, clearly uncomfortable in the stifling heat, radiated an almost palpable aura of sexual frustration.

‘12:04 AM’

Anakin offered you his jersey and in the bathroom, you changed out of the heavy pajama pants and sweaty tank top. The airy jersey and panties gave you room to breathe as you lay in Anakin’s bed with an ice pack over your head.

“How about you stay still so I can kill you!” Anakin snapped as they leaned over the console; fingers shifting on their controllers.

“He never wins.”

“Don’t listen to him!” Anakin barked behind him as you lay on your side, observing the two. After a tussle, Anakin covered Ken’s eyes and won the in-game match. He smirked and tossed his controller on his beanbag.

“No, no, no! Rematch! That was cheating!---” Anakin followed Kenobi’s gaze to his bed. You were bent over while adjusting his puffy pillows for your head. When the room fell silent, your attention shifted to them.

“What’s wrong?” There was only silence as their hungry gazes ran over your tanned thighs and round ass up to the open sleeve of the jersey; your perky breasts showed from the side before you quickly covered yourself with a pillow. “Don’t stare!”

“You look like a model.” Anakin drooled.

“An indecent one.” Obi-wan sneered before putting his hands up, “I meant no offense!”

Anakin folded his arms over his chest, “What did you mean? Y’know, she’s my girlfriend.”

You chuckled and moved hair behind your ear. “No, I’m not.”

“Tsk, Y/n!” Kenobi was messing with something by his bed as Anakin began to beg, his face on your warm, thick thighs. “You’re the only girl I’ve seen this month!” You rolled your eyes and pushed his forehead, “I want to take us seriously. Why are you so hesitant?”

“Because you’re a man-whore.” Ken said over his shoulder as he slipped a new battery into his digital camera. You curiously sat up on your knees as he turned it on.

“What’s that for?” You asked as your hand ran through Anakin’s hair and down his back. His eyes were shut as your nails gently scratched his skin. Kenobi pressed a finger to his lips to shush you and raised the camera to his face. You discreetly moved the fabric of the jersey over and flashed a tit at the camera.

Behind Anakin’s back, you’d been fucking Ken. Only when Anakin had class and even then, he’d find any excuse to skip so it wasn’t easy. It’d been two weeks since you last fucked Ken; he’s starving for you and your teasing didn’t help. The man bit his lip as he stared at your hard nipple.

When Anakin picked up his head, you quickly kissed him. He was fairly distracted by your gesture but as the flash of Obi-wan’s camera went off, he pulled himself away. “M- mhh! What are you doing?”

“Taking pictures of my pretty girl.”

Anakin was angered as you bit your nail, a knowing look traded between you both. “What is he talking about?” A pause. “You slut.”

“Like you’re so different.” Anakin didn’t find you funny. “Just come here, Ani.” You pat the bed, crawling backward to make room for him.

“I don’t want to share.”

“You’ve been doing it for months.” Ken adds while taking more pictures of you. In the covers, Anakin couldn’t lie, you looked stunning. More than that, you looked like a woman straight out of his Playboy magazines. Anakin took the camera from his dormmates hands and began to go through them. The two turned to each other and back to you. “I have a camcorder.”

The light flashed red as it rest on the bookshelf, pointed to the bed. You rest on your hands and knees; Ken pressed his crotch against the front of your face as you left messy kisses along his cock and full balls. The two had suckled on your neck and attacked the flesh with passionate kisses. Already, the purplish-red bruises marked your skin. You’d experienced groping before but nothing so possessive. The two men groped, licked and slapped the curves of your breasts, thighs, ass and throat.

Anakin’s hands gripped your hips as he moved against you, the pace was fast and rough, but it felt so good while you arched your back. Your clit bumping into his pelvis while he bucked into you harshly, the sound was slick and wet. “You feel so fucking good~”

Ken took your tit into his hand, pinching and rolling the nipple over again in his forefinger and thumb. His breath was hot as he murmured, “Take that down your throat.” His cockhead pushed past your lips and deep into your mouth. Your fingers clung tightly to the covers as your eyes watered. “Don’t bite me.” He warned as he grabbed you by the braids and guided your hot mouth along his shaft. His head threw back as you swirled your tongue around his shaft.

The room was filled with a symphony of sounds - the creaking of the bed, the slick slap of skin against skin, and your combined moans, chokes and gasps. Obi-Wan's eyes met Anakin's, a look of shared pleasure passing between them.

As you were turned by Obi-Wan's strong hands, he took a moment to admire your curved back and the plump flesh of your rear. Ken’s blue eyes darkened with lust as he positioned himself behind you, his muscular frame hovering over your smaller form. He leaned down, his blonde hair brushing against your back as he pressed hot kisses along your shoulder blades.

Anakin fisted your long, dark hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck as he positioned himself at your plump lips. The scent of sex and the musky aroma of the men’s arousal filled your nostrils, making your head spin. Anakin rubbed the slick tip of his cock against your soft lips, smearing them with his pre-cum. “Hm,” He chuckled, slapping your face with his cock. “Of course you want two cocks in you. I should’ve known.”

“Open your mouth.” As you parted your lips, Anakin pushed forward, sliding his hard length into your warm, wet mouth. He groaned at the sensation, his grip tightening on your hair as he began to move, fucking your face with deep, steady thrusts.

Obi-Wan matched Anakin's rhythm from behind, his hips rolling forward to bury himself deep inside of your tight heat. The dual sensations of having both men pleasuring you was overwhelming; you could feel yourself being pushed closer to the edge for the first time tonight.

Obi-Wan took the camcorder into his hand and filmed the sight of your jiggling ass that slapped so lewdly against his hips. His hand slid down to slap your ass a few times; staining your cheeks with red marks. Your pussy tightened from the slaps and unique grind of Ken’s hips. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of their balls against your skin, and their ragged breaths and moans. “Haha!” The man filmed the sight of saliva on your face and in your hair as Anakin treated you roughly.

Anakin continued to thrust into your pretty mouth, his grip on your hair tightening as he found his sweet spot in your throat. “Look at me.” Your eyes lolled up to meet Anakin’s gaze. He could feel you choking and whining; your throat vibrating around his sensitive cock, only serving to make him cum faster. Ken drove into you with deep, and quick strokes that had you seeing stars.

Obi-Wan's hands slid around to your front, finding your clit and rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. You pulled your head from Anakin’s cock and broke down trembling, pathetic squeals left your lips. “Shhh.” Ken chuckled past your ear as he filmed your face. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around his hard length, and he knew you were close.

Anakin couldn’t care less about your helpless whimpers. He took the camera and pulled you by your hair, his balls pressed onto your face. You lapped at the swells and took them into your mouth.

Anakin placed the camera behind him and pulled his balls out of your mouth with a groan, a string of saliva connecting his package to your swollen lips. He flipped you over onto your back, holding your legs up and spreading them wide for Ken. Obi-Wan followed suit, never breaking his rhythm as he continued to drive into your hot, tight core.

Together, they worked in tandem, their bodies moving as one as they brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. Anakin leaned down, capturing your swollen lips in a lewd kiss, swallowing your gasps. Ken’s fingers began to work your clit once more, rubbing and circling the sensitive bud as he felt his own release approaching.

Before long, Anakin’s cock filled your tilted mouth again.  Your back arched off the bed, your nails digging into Anakin's thighs as you finally let go. Your orgasm crashed over like a tidal wave, your inner walls clenching and spasming around Ken’s pistoning length.

As you lay on your back, Anakin gripped your hair tightly and picked up the pace of his frenzied thrusts into your mouth. His hips snapped forward rapidly, slamming his thick cock deep into your throat with each stroke. “Good girllll…” Ken continued to drive into your fluttering, over-sensitive pussy from below, extending that perfectly intense orgasm. As you purred, he could feel your walls still clenching and unclenching around him, milking his own release.

Anakin's pace became erratic as he neared his own climax. With a strangled groan, he pushed himself balls-deep into your mouth and held himself there, his cock pulsing as he spilled his hot seed down your throat. His balls covered your nose as you began to search for air. Obi-Wan followed seconds later, spilling his own release deep inside your quivering core with a low, deep moan of your name.

“M- more.”

Anakin and Obi-Wan exchanged a glance, a look of surprise and renewed arousal passing between them at your plea.

Some time later

Anakin sat up, his sculpted abs glistening with a sheen of sweat. He scooped you up into his arms, his hand gripping your thigh possessively as he positioned you to straddle his lap. His cock, already hardening again, prodded against your cum-covered entrance.

With that, Anakin pulled you down, spearing you onto his hardening length in one smooth, deep thrust. At the same time, Ken pressed against your back, his own fat cock nestling between your warm ass cheeks as he began to grind through them. Your hands cuffed around Anakin’s face as they exhaled onto your sweaty skin.

Anakin gripped your hips, slamming you down onto his thick cock with each powerful thrust. Behind her, Obi-Wan's hands slid around to grope your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your stiff nipples between his fingers. He caught your lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing each cry of pleasure as the sex grew more intense. “You want me to cum in your ass?”

You could only moan and whimper in response, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being so thoroughly taken by the two athletes. You could feel Obi-Wan's hard length pressing insistently against your backside, grinding in time with Anakin's relentless thrusts.

Their pace grew more intense, more urgent, as they chased their next releases. The small room was filled with the sound of their harsh breaths, and of course, your needy moans. You could feel the coil of another orgasm building low in your belly, your walls started to flutter and clench around Anakin's plundering length.

“Please…I- I” Your voice quieter than you expected as they each took a side of your neck into their mouths. Ken gently slipped inside of your tight ass; his hand pressed on the back wall behind Anakin’s head.

Anakin watched your twitching features. “Cumslut.” Your body convulsed, back arching as a powerful orgasm ripped through you. Your pussy clenched and spasmed around Anakin's pistoning length, milking him for all he was worth. “A- hmp!” His head hit the back of the wall as he buried himself deep inside of you. Ken’s cock pushed past the tight rings of your asshole as he came within the perfect, suckling heat.

Your lips were taken by Ken’s before given to Anakin. You tried your best to keep your mind still as their cocks nestled inside of you. Anakin’s tongue rubbed against yours; Ken’s tongue licked up and down your neck as their sweaty skin pressed against yours.

a/n: long one, hope you enjoyed!! I wrote this a month-ish ago so pls ignore the mediocre writing here.

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[backwardshatnick]

𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗌

in which matt still does not know how to tie a half windsor knot.

pairing: influencer!matt x high school sweetheart!reader wc: 1.2k notes: (rewriting) i'm turning this into an au surprise-surprise! inspired by that one role model tiktok & the wedding-italy vlog. credits to those who have done influencer!matt/chris paired with high school sweetheart!reader because i know i have seen them around before and i enjoyed them :) masterlist here. divider by @koosuvi <3

Matt adjusted the collar of his crisp white shirt for the thousandth time, staring at himself through the full-length mirror of the hotel suite, its luxurious bedding covered in torn Prada tissue paper while the soft hum of city traffic and railway bled through the windows. On his neck laid his silver tie, droopy and wrinkled, each crease telling a mocking tale of his failure.

He had tried YouTube, TikTok and hell, even video-called his brothers and father for instructions but to no avail. Every knot that he came up with ended up looking like a sad twist of puff pastry, all ready to crumble and unsnarl within minutes.

The bedside clock glowed a warm yellow hue, signifying the time that Matt was left with to be prepared for the Prada pre-show dinner, an event where he was compelled to look like he belonged— all prim and proper, polished and camera-ready before being bombarded with more pressure to feel in place at the actual Spring/Summer Show.

But he did not have the energy to fake it all tonight.

Sighing, he grabbed the hotel room’s telephone by his bed and started clicking on numbers for the front desk and cleared his throat before a man’s voice was met on the other side.

“Good evening, this is the front desk, Carl speaking. How may I help you?”

“Hi, um. Sorry, but…” Matt stuttered, voice crisp but laced with jittery nerves, “Is there anyone who could help me tie a tie? I know it’s not in the job description but I am really desperate and hopeless right now.”

There was a pause and hesitation in Carl’s voice, “There might be someone from housekeeping who knows. From which room are you calling, sir?”

“Room 832, East Wing. And thank you so much, Carl,” he replied, embarrassed.

A few minutes later, there was a gentle chime of the doorbell resonating throughout the suite, followed by an also gentle, “Housekeeping!” signalling the arrival of Matt’s saviour.

Matt, who was sat on the edge of the hotel bed, immediately stood up to walk over to the door, mind not fully concentrating as he opened the door, “Hey, thanks for coming. I really need—”

He stopped and froze. Shock visible through his expression when his eyes met with the girl in a white iron-pressed housekeeping uniform, hair tied back in a loose braid with a folded laundry cart full of used linen and towels accompanying her. She blinked when she finally looked up to see Matt’s sapphire orbs, lips now curled into a forced smile which clearly was not reflected in her silent eyes.

Her face had hit him like a thousand bricks, his heart undeniably skipping beats but nothing could overpower the dryness of his throat when her name escaped his lips like it was a forbidden word. A mantra that he used to chant but was now cursed to never utter.

“Bloom.”

“Hey, Matt. Still can’t tie a tie, huh?” she responded, tone sarcastic and bitter, but smooth as if it had not been years since they last saw each other.

Bloom stepped inside of Matt’s hotel suite, stride full of confidence, not a hint of dread and fear evident like everything was normal. Like they had never ghosted each other the night of the senior prom when they had spent months and months curating the perfect shared playlist, planning sneaky late night phone calls and movie nights and the one disastrous kiss that left them both scared of craving for more.

Like there was never anything between them.

Matt’s brain buffered, hazed even but managed to murmur a low, “You work here?”

The girl nodded in response, “Attachment program. Just until I finish my semester. Come here. I’ll help.”

He took an awkward step forward to where Bloom was, the distance now close but not close enough to feel each other’s warm breath fan on their skin. His chin reached just below her head, where her glistening sweat had caused the wild strands of her hair to stick, the crystal gem in her earring glinting somewhere else, tempting Matt to fix them for her. His right hand twitched, but he knew better than to scare away the girl who had left him speechless.

Matt looked down to where Bloom’s hands were. Her fingers were steady, as always, quiet and careful and always pristine, the nails never polished any colour but a pale ballet-slipper shade, always cut in an oval shape which complimented the gold ring on her middle finger, a staple jewellery she has worn since the beginning of time.

She did not ask what he was doing, all alone, in a place as luxurious as this, or why he now had decided to keep his facial hair. Bloom simply looped the silk fabric around Matt’s neck like it was any other Wednesday afternoon back in high school, the familiar scent of her berry hand cream wafting around Matt’s nose which brought back the memories that he did not deserve to remember.

When she was finally done, smoothing out the lapels of his black blazer and neat white collar, Bloom gently tapped Matt’s shoulder and stood smiling proudly at her work, “There you go. Half Windsor, The Classic Matt, just how you always liked it.”

Matt swallowed hard, “You remember that?”

Bloom finally looked up at him, and he hated just how much of her that he could still recognise with his eyes and ears closed. She was always the quiet kind, speaks only when spoken to and independent. The type who never needed much, except for maybe the one thing that he never gave her.

A choice.

“I remember a lot of things. You’re good to go,” she replied, the bitterness still not leaving the inflection in her voice.

He felt guilty upon hearing the timbre, “Bloom…”

“I know I should’ve called,” Matt hesitated, “Back then.”

A shrug was given in reply, “We were seventeen. Forget it. You don’t owe me forever,” her voice slightly raised at the last word, hurt now dominating her anger and pettiness.

Matt simply stood in between the doorway, far enough to now only smell the fresh laundry scent which clung on her work clothes, with the silver tie looped in a clean and neat knot breaking the clash of monotone colours of his outfit. Bloom took a step back further away from him, her hands now on the cart, ready to go.

“You’ll look great out there. You always did,” she huffed, reaching for the door handle, “I’m happy you finally found the perfect crowd.”

And then she left. No lingering glance, no second take and certainly no exchange of phone numbers and promises. Just the quiet click of the door where it lacked the habitual embrace and kiss on the forehead, cheeks and lastly, lips.

Just when the door was closed, Matt returned back to face his reflection on the full-length mirror, where the Half Windsor now sat clean against his upper body. Tight and neat. Hand hesitant to touch the knot as he could feel the knot in his chest tighten, too.

[winstonsns]

Hi ml! I saw that you did cuteness aggression for the greasers platonically and I loved it! I was just wondering if you could maybe do Dally Winston with a really smiley reader whose smile like literally lights up a room, and a smile he loves and he gets cuteness aggression from it? This can be a fic or just head cannons if you want! Thank you so much beautiful!

then he kissed me (request)

authors note: i’m glad you like my cuteness aggression hcs!! sorry this is kinda choppy but slow at the same time. thank you for requesting this, it was super fun to make so i hope you enjoy 💗

dally x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: cussing, slightly suggestive, unintentional aggression

you awoke from your deep sleep, a loud ringing noise coming from your nightstand. you sighed, the ringing still continued so you turned to your side and moved closer to the side of your bed.

you wondered, ‘who could be calling me this early?’ it was seven in the morning, you wanted to get up around ten so you could make some sweets for the gang.

after some pondering, you carefully picked up the telephone, groggily mumbling, “who is this..?” you then heard a distinct but gentle laugh coming from the other side of the line.

“awh, doll… did you just wake up?” dally asked, a slightly teasing tone to his voice. you smiled at the nickname, one he would call you often. you missed being in the warmth of his arms, as you were the night before.

you replied, “mhm… i miss you, dal…” he chuckled softly, knowing you would always act like this. always missing him, somehow even when the two of you were together.

“miss you too, sweetheart… say, uh, me and the guys are gonna be hangin’ at the curtis house, ‘round two, you wanna come?” he asked, secretly hoping that you would be there. at the moment, he dreaded to be apart from you. he wanted to be with you as soon as possible.

you thought for a second and appreciated your boyfriend was considerate enough to invite you. you then gasped, “aww, you wanna see meee? i’ll go then, i wanna see you too!” blushing at the thought of the two of you physically being together.

dally smiled at your comment, when he first met you, he didn’t exactly love how happy you always were. he later grew to love it, you had changed his mindset and he started to look forward to every day in the future.

“i got some errands to run, doll. i’ll let you go back to your beauty sleep.” he replied, not quite answering your question although you already knew the answer.

you sighed, “okay, thank you. don’t do anything that’ll get you in trouble. love you, handsome.” you always loved to compliment dally, it’d obviously boost his ego, but he wasn’t even aware that he was completely wrapped around your finger. he was head over heels for you.

“mm… can’t promise anything. look forward to seeing you, doll. go to bed.” he hung up, you put the telephone back on the stand and sighed. you set your alarm for ten in the morning, still wanting to make sweets for the gang.

you turned once again to sleep on your back, closing your eyes and calming down, thinking about what could happen at the curtis house. you had a hard time falling asleep, you turned to your other side to see the dip in the bed where dally once was. moving over to his side, you curled up into a ball, falling asleep only a few minutes later.

a recognizable beeping sound filled your ears, the sound of an alarm clock. you turned to your side, eyes still closed when you reached your arm to press a button and turn the alarm clock off.

you kept your eyes closed for a few more minutes, still not fully awake. you then opened your eyes and put your cheek on your pillow, staring at the wall.

you slowly sat up in bed and swung your legs over the side. gently brushing hair out of your face, you stood up and stayed there for a few minutes, not yet ready to walk around.

when you were, you began to walk to the bathroom, opening the door and walking in. you picked up your toothbrush and turned the water on, placing it under and turning the water off, once again. pulling out the toothpaste out from drawer, you put some on your toothbrush and began brushing your teeth.

after two minutes, you took the brush out of your mouth and spit out the toothpaste. you rinsed your mouth out with water then rinsed your toothbrush. you placed it on the countertop and walked out of the room.

you walked down the hallway to the stairs, going down step by step. once you were downstairs, you began to take flour and other ingredients out of the pantry. once all of them were on the counter, you began to make chocolate cupcakes for the gang.

you mixed the ingredients together and poured the batter into individual cupcake sections after lining each one. you put the cupcake pans into the oven, timing it to bake for twenty minutes.

as it was baking, you made chocolate icing to put on top of the cupcakes themself. you thought of dally, how you missed him dearly and you wanted him to love the cupcakes you were making. when the timer beeped, meaning the cupcakes were done, you stopped the timer with a button and opened the drawer, grabbing mittens. once you put them on, you opened up the oven and pulled the cupcake pans out, you gently placed them on a rack to cool down.

because the cupcake icing was done, there was nothing else to do besides wait for the cupcakes to cool off. while they were cooling down, you put a vinyl on to play, a single made by the crystals. ‘then he kissed me,’ it was called. it reminded you of you and dallas, how he could be so cold to others but was an absolute sweetheart to you.

as the music was playing for a few minutes, you looked at the clock, it was around eleven. you hovered your hand over the cupcakes to see if they were the right temperature, heat wasn’t radiating off of them. you grabbed a piping bag and put the icing into it, icing each cupcake individually.

in order to finish it off and make it look perfect, you took a small container out to the cupboard. it was filled with pink, red and white heart shaped sprinkles. you grabbed another container next to it, one that was filled with bigger pink sprinkles, shaped like bows.

you sprinkled the hearts onto the cupcakes, making sure they all looked nice and equal before putting it down. you then poured the bigger bow sprinkles into your hands, in your opinion, each cupcake only needed one because it was larger than the other sprinkles. you individually placed the bow sprinkles on the frosting, getting some on your fingers and licking it off.

you then backed up from the counter and looked at it, satisfied with your work. you bent down to get a big container, putting it on the counter and placing the cupcakes in it. you left one for yourself, taking off the liner and eating it. you were surely pleased with how it tasted and how it looked, you just hoped the gang would like them too.

grabbing a lid from the cabinet, you put it on the container and opened the fridge, putting it on one of the shelves. you looked back at the clock, it was around 11:40. you had around an hour and a half to rest before you had to get ready to go to the curtis house.

in that hour and a half, you finished a book that you’ve been wanting to read again. when you glanced to the clock, it was around 1:10, you closed your book and placed it in your nightstand.

you then get up from your bed and walk to your dresser, opening the drawers and pulling out a shirt you know dally likes. grabbing bottoms of your choice, you pick up some white socks that would look good with your heels.

you began to get dressed. as you were brushing your teeth, you walked outside your bathroom to once again, check the clock. it was around 1:40, almost time for you to drive to the curtis house. when you were done brushing your teeth, you walked downstairs and to the kitchen. you opened up the fridge, gently taking out the cupcake container and placing it on the counter.

you then walked to the entrance of your house, grabbing your heels and putting them on your feet. as you walked back to the kitchen, you grabbed the cupcake container and your keys.

walking outside and therefore exiting your house, you locked up the house and continued walking to your car, parked in the driveway. you unlocked your car, opening the door to the drivers seat and putting the cupcake container in the passengers seat.

as you began to drive in the direction of the curtis house, you saw your boyfriend seemingly walking to your house. your eyebrows furrowed, wondering why he was here.

he looks in your direction as you pull over, closer to him. he leans into the rolled down window and puts his hand on the roof of the car, “hey, baby..” smiling at you sweetly.

you smiled at him back, blushing once again at the nickname and asking, “why are you here, hun? it’s not exactly safe for you to be in a soc neighborhood. don’t want you to get hurt, dal… no one’s following you, right?”

he mumbles at the beginning, “worried about me, huh, baby..? don’t think anyone’s following me, and if someone was,” he leaned in closer to your face, lips only a few inches apart, “i’d beat the shit out of them, you know that.”

looking up at him, you order, “get in.” gesturing to the passengers seat, you grab the cupcakes container and gently place it in the back seats.

he states, “yes ma’am.” and walks around the side of the car, opening the door and sitting in the passengers seat. he notices how the seat is perfect for him, his legs aren’t as cramped as they used to be.

you state as you begin to drive, “pushed the seat back for you ‘cause you used to complain about it so damn much.” he rolled his eyes, smiling and gently placing his hand on the hem of your shirt, fidgeting with it.

at a stop light, you’re behind a few cars when dally leans over and softly grabs your face, turning it towards him. he kisses you gently and continues to go back for kisses, him initiating contact until cars behind you start to honk.

the light has already turned green, you pull away from the kiss and drive to the curtis house. the two of you arrive at the house, you park your pink car nearby, trying to somewhat hide it though obviously failing. dark colors are all around, the odd one out is a light pink mustang on the side of the road.

you get up out of your car, opening the back door and picking up the cupcake container and carrying it. dallas is right behind you, making you jump and he chuckled because of you. you lightly bump his shoulder, mumbling, “shut up.”

he gently grabs the container from the bottom out of your hands, beginning to talk to you and asking what’s in the container. you state, “oh, they’re chocolate cupcakes! pony and soda are always talking about chocolate cake, so i guessed they’d like chocolate cupcakes too! decided to bring some for the whole gang.” you smile up at your boyfriend.

he smiles down at you, “ain’t you a peach? you’re too sweet for me, doll.” he loves how sweet you always are, you always thought of others before yourself, wondering if things were safe before letting yourself and others do something. too good, too pure for him. all of your kindness made people attracted to you, romantically and platonically. he was so glad the gang accepted you right away when he told them the two of you were dating.

you continue to talk as your boyfriend looks at you, love apparent in his eyes. he opens the door up for you, letting you walk in first. loudness quickly fills your ears, two-bit exclaiming, “the fuck? dally’s opening doors for people, being a gentleman? since when?”

your boyfriend closed the door behind him, “since y/n came along, dipshit.” he replied. darry, two-bit, soda and steve greeted you and dally as the two of you came in. as you walk to the kitchen, you gently take the container out of dally’s hands, thanking him for carrying it. you then place it on the counter, johnny and pony immediately swarming around to see what you have.

“hey, y/n, whatcha got there?” johnny asks, pony agreeing and greeting you too. you smile at the both of them, dally’s hand moving to your waist, rubbing soothingly up and down.

you softly reply, “oh, it’s just chocolate cupcakes. you guys can have some if you want, it’s for all of you—“ you paused, really looking at johnny and asking, “oh, johnny, what happened to your cheek? are you okay?” you’re concerned, he had told you it was a few socs who beat him up, rings cutting his face.

as dally listens in on the conversation, observing you the whole time, he feels a sense of aggression while you were concerned for johnny. he doesn’t know how to describe it, he doesn’t want to actually hurt you, but he needs to find a way to relieve the emotion he was feeling.

so he grips your waist a little harder, pony looking at the point of contact and whispering to johnny, “think we should leave. they’re gettin’ a little handsy.” causing his friend to also look at the point of contact, he grins and looks at dally. “we’ll be in the livin’ room.”

the two walk away chuckling with each other while you don’t know why they left. as soon as the two of them turn their backs, your boyfriend kisses you on the cheek then to the lips. he slightly pushes you towards the counter, continuing to kiss you.

“you’re so adorable, baby… so important to me…” he mumbled in between kisses, your hands on his chest. you wince at the pain on your waist, mumbling, “dal, you’re hurting my waist a bit. little softer, hun.”

he softens his grip at your command, whispering an apology. the two of you were interrupted by darry loudly stating, “hey,” trying to get your attention, “you do that, you go back to your damn house.”

you look back, sensing dally was trying his hardest not to physically hurt you. the both of you chuckled at the interruption, you leaned into your boyfriend, tilting your head up to get a kiss from him. this time, the kiss was soft and passionate, savored.

once the two of you pulled away, you were once again, interrupted, this time with many boys running into the kitchen to try the chocolate cupcakes.

[aethon-recs]

This Week (x2) in Tomarrymort (25 October – 7 November 2024)

Hello again! We have two multi-chaptered fics finishing this week, highlighted below, as well as a bunch of delicious one-shots and chapter updates as always.

Completed Fic:

Sits the wind in that quarter by @mosiva (M, 61k, complete) “After something of a long absence, Lord Riddle, the Earl of Gaunt, had returned to London.” This is a really cool Regency and Omegaverse AU (how cool is that to see that combined??) that features a lot of courting, gossip and intrigue, social climbing, and Alpha Tom Riddle along with Beta Harry Potter.  Broken Tomarrymort Telephone: Collected Stories by @exquisite-tomarrymort-telephone (E, 109k, complete)  A Tomarrymort version of the Broken Telephone game — passing a whispered word or phrase around a circle, with it often evolving into something quite different as it goes from person to person. “In our version, the starting person received a secret prompt and wrote a fic based on it. They then created a prompt for the next person by summing up what they had written in a single sentence -- with the caveat that their prompt couldn't use the same words as the prompt they were given. This continued through twenty-six (26!) different authors and artists, each adding their own flair and creativity to the exercise. Which brings us to now! We're wrapping up the creation part, so it's time to start sharing it with the world. We hope you enjoy what we've created -- we certainly enjoyed making it.”

In addition, a recap of the author notes from last week. (Please feel free to add some extra context to your fic update in the reblog, such as a little bit about the chapter(s) updated, and I’ll throw it in the update for next week!)

every step i choose to take begins to set the world aflame by @boyneptunee (NR, 4k, WIP) “Tom Riddle wants to become immortal. He will do whatever it takes to achieve it. It gets him in the most interesting situations. (A Phoenix saves his life. The Phoenix is not a Phoenix.)” These Fragments We've Shored by @rowena-rain (M, 31k, WIP) “You call me here because you crave atonement, and only I can give you that. After all, I am the only other who knows what it means to tear one’s soul. Or, as one very astute commenter put it, "Enter Voldemort, the World's Worst Therapist!" (Sorry in advance - Voldemort basically wrote this chapter lol)” Touch of Death by @moontearpensfic (E, 6k, WIP) “An oviposition AU, where Eldritch Harry/Death gives Tom his eggs, which will protect Tom from, well, death. In chapter two, the eggs hatch.” Time Stumbler by @wintumnly (T, 96k, WIP) “One part of my slowburn Harry-raises-Tom series. It ends in Tomarry, but everything building up to that point is unhinged humor, not-good-at-feelings fluff, and angsty plot surrounding Harry and Tom's chaotic and ever growing affections for one another. Update 23 explores Unconditional Love, and there will be familial love, friendship love, flirtatious love, obsessive love and others in future parts.”

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Tomarrymort One Shots and Completed Fic

Chapters 26 and 27 (Completed) of Sits the wind in that quarter by @mosiva

Chapters 1 through 27 (Completed) of Broken Tomarrymort Telephone: Collected Stories by @exquisite-tomarrymort-telephone

One Shot | Resonating Souls by @endlessburningdarkness

One Shot | Anabiosis by @lee-bella

One Shot | Bites and other Surprises by lemonchase

One Shot | Viticula by @crowcrowcrowthing @cindle-writes

One Shot | Speedrunning Danger by @i-dream-of-libraries

One Shot | Karma’s a bitch by @albondiguilla007

One Shot | It's Like This by @twopenguinsinabox

One Shot | Boulder On by @lumosatnight

One Shot | WTF, Potter?! by @dragonaireabsolvare

One Shot | a couple inches shorter by @2sidesofthesamesoul

One Shot | bloody money by @00queasy00

One Shot | Cerulean blue by @albondiguilla007

One Shot | It's Not Always What It Seems by dysproporsium 

One Shot | To be Entwined by @cyandenial

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Tomarrymort Ongoing Fics

Chapter 6 of And the Living Will Envy the Dead by @k-s-morgan

Chapter 18 of A Simple Request by @shyinsunlight

Chapters 3 through 6 of in the silence by @satflesk22

Chapter 7 of Anytime, Anywhere, Always by @moontearpensfic

Chapters 15 and 16 of the stars, my destination by @milkandmoon-ao3

Chapter 11 of Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse

Chapter 2 of In My Lover's Room (i am free) by @hyalithium

Chapters 1 through 5 of To the Hilt by @izharmilgram

Chapter 10 of Strings of Fate by @dizzydreamer

Chapters 2 and 3 of If I were you by @onehitpleb

Chapter 25 of would that i'd loved (long ago) by @sprst1tion

Chapter 18 of with eyes like these (who sees anybody else) by @cealesti

Chapter 9 of 7 by @moontearpensfic

Chapters 3 and 4 of you speak of the devil (like he's not your friend) by @amuria

Chapter 24 of Time Stumbler by @wintumnly

Chapter 20 of Outrunning the Villain in You by @zenyteehee

Chapter 19 of Of Darkness and Luminescence by @mindchroniclesandbrainfluff

Chapters 6 and 7 of Memories of a Killer by @chemfreakwriting

Chapter 1 of ROOTED by @inhumanbby

Chapter 1 of baby, turn the bright lights on by @ictyn

Chapter 1 of Harry's No Good, Very Bad Day by @2sidesofthesamesoul

Chapter 15 of Double-Aspect Paradox by TimaeusKosmou

Chapter 15 of Saint Harry by @alenablack @chaos-bear

Chapter 7 of Fetters of the Damned by @sc0rpiflow3r

Chapters 131 and 132 of Liquida Tenebris (Remastered) by @dymis

Chapter 1 of Wish by @sri-verse

Chapter 10 of flour power by Kozzie

Chapter 5 of What quickens me is the violence in thee by @i-dream-of-libraries

Chapter 20 of Occultation by TimaeusKosmou

Chapters 21 and 22 of Learning to love by @l-archiduchesse

Chapters 1 and 2 of The Serpent and the Stag by @green-like-the-sky

Chapter 2 of Fake Boyfriend by J0305

Chapter 7 of i am anonymous, you are a concrete wall by Pensievable

Chapter 8  of we made universes out of bitten lips and broken hands by @boyneptunee

Chapter 8 of Lesmosyne by TimaeusKosmou

Chapter 2 of Your Wish, My Command by @moontearpensfic

Chapters 6 and 7 of Venom or Valor by @lightningant

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[damiansgoodgirll]

excited for dont break my heart part 6 <3

here we go!

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

the judgment day x reader (platonic) / damian priest x reader (platonic) / rhea ripley x reader (platonic) / drew mcintyre x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️angst, mention of family issues, fear of abandonment, fear of loneliness, panic attack, nightmares, mention of past domestic violence, finn’s being violent, mention of daddy issues, sexual tension but nothing explicit (yet) some fluff too‼️

don’t break my heart - part 6

rhea was waiting for bash in berlin to come. she tried to get her revenge on liv for the past week but someone was always there to stop her. but she knew, in berlin, she had the opportunity to prove everyone who the real champion was. she couldn’t wait to get her revenge on her, she had so much unleashed anger that she knew she was going to destroy liv, in every way possible.

the past week has been a blur to you.

everyone getting ready for the big event in germany, you too, so, you didn’t have much time to enjoy life.

you didn’t have a match but you knew that the judgment day would have tried to screw damian and rhea and you couldn’t let it happen, not again.

so you trained. you trained with damian, you trained with rhea, you trained with drew.

damian and rhea hardly accepted this new relationship between you and him. for her, he was too old. she would have never told you this but in her mind, you were just projecting your past self into this relationship, the need of having someone older to look after you, the feeling of being loved and chosen by someone older than you. damian didn’t mind the age difference as long as you were happy, but he knew that at the moment, you struggled being happy and he didn’t want drew to cause you more harm.

“you got his hermosa” damian happily cheered you on as you were training with rhea. she was tough and much stronger than you. training with her was always a challenge but you loved it.

you smiled at him and let rhea practice some other moves on you before you both took a breath and some minutes of break.

“everything okay?” rhea asked when she saw you looking at the ceiling, a little dozed off.

“i spoke with finn” you confessed. damian and rhea met you with worried eyes “he wanted to apologise but i shove him away…he kept saying how sorry he was for what happened…”

rhea took a deep breath before speaking again “what did you say y/n?”

“that i don’t wanna see him or talk to him ever again…i trusted him with my whole life and he betrayed me like that…he’s dead for me” rhea proudly smiled when she heard those words coming out of your mouth. she knew how important was finn to you and she was a little scared that you may want to forgive him so when you told her that you were done, she felt relieved.

“i’m proud of you hermosa…” damian kissed your head, making you smile against his chest.

“you ready for bash?” you asked the duo, seeing them working their asses off this whole week.

“ready to destroy them” rhea said making you chuckle.

“i feel like i need a hot shower and then i’ll start packing for berlin…do you guys need any help with packing?” you offered while walking out the gym.

damian smiled at your kindness “no princesa, i think i’m almost done packing, thank you though, i appreciate it”

you smiled back, riding with them and waving them off once they dropped you back home.

the rest of the night moved slowly, you took your time doing your skincare, washing your hair, cooking dinner and packing for berlin. you felt at ease, somehow. maybe it was because of damian and rhea being there for you like a real family, maybe it was because of your relationship with drew.

and thinking of him, your telephone popped up with a notification from drew.

sleep well kid, call me if anything happens, even if you just need to talk about the silliest things, i’m here for you, always, goodnight love, see you in berlin <3

you smiled, replying a thank you and a goodnight. for the first time you felt loved and appreciated and you wanted it to stay like that forever.

but you knew some things couldn’t stay true forever.

bash in berlin was a success. rhea and damian dominated against liv and dom. rhea took her revenge on liv, hitting her and making her pay for what she did to you.

“you’re gonna regret even speaking to y/n” she whispered in her hear, making sure the cameras didn’t catch that before licking her face.

of course the judgment day had to interfere but you were ready. the crowd cheered when they saw you kicking finn away from damian. you tried to bring some peace because five against two wasn’t a fair match. so you helped them as you could, trying to keep jd and finn out of the ring so damian and rhea could finish the match. you couldn’t express how happy you were once they won the match.

laughing at finn’s face was your little revenge. his expression was a mix of heartbreak and anger. he hated damian and rhea for turning you against him even more.

drew watched the match backstage, softly smiling when he saw you happy, not caring that he just lost against punk. he knew he was gonna get his revenge at some point, so, celebrating with you was his priority now.

he waited for you to finish all the interviews, he waited for you to get ready before he could come to your changing room.

you heard a soft knock outside, knowing that only drew knocked so carefully when it came to you “come in” you smiled.

his eyes a little sad but his smile still on his face when he saw you all this happy and energetic. you hugged him, letting him know that you were there for him, always.

“how are you drew? anything that hurts?” his heart missed a few beats when he heard you getting worried for him.

“i’m good…raw is happening soon and bad blood is next month, i’m gonna get my revenge” he softly kissed your head while you hugged him, the height difference making it easier for him to reach your head than your lips “you did so good y/n, i’m so proud of you…you showed everyone what you can do and i’m so happy for you, you deserve all of this” his words were sincere, you could see it in his eyes.

you needed to hear those words. you craved those words. you needed someone to be proud of you, it meant that all you fought for in the past years wasn’t taken for granted.

“thank you drew…i really appreciate it” there was moment of silence between the two of you before you slowly dragged his neck down and met his lips in a gentle kiss. he understood that physical affection was your love sign, more than words and honesty he didn’t mind. he loved the feeling of your lips over his. your smaller hands tugging his hairs and neck. his stronger ones holding you tighter by your hips.

butterflies were all over your body when he deepened the kiss, his beard slowly grazing your face, making you shiver under his touch.

drew couldn’t lie to himself if he said he didn’t want to have you naked under his body. he imagined every night what it would feel like having you under him, naked and begging just for him. he craved for your touch. no one was ever able to make him feel like you do. but at the same time he respected you too much and he wanted to take things slowly, making you feel comfortable and not rushing things.

you both needed to catch breath so you moved a little from his lips. his eyes never leaving your face, always looking for any sign of discomfort but when you showed none, his lips moved back onto yours.

he moved you both on the black leather couch near the door so you could be more comfortable, knowing that the height difference might cause you both neck pain after standing for so long. he took you in his lap, your hands still in his hair, playing with the soft ends while his hands moved from your hips to your back and from your back to your hips again.

everything was new for you. this was probably the longest make out session you’ve ever had. and you worried about what would drew say when you will tell him that he was your first ever real relationship.

“everything okay?” he whispered, catching breath. he sensed you shifting uncomfortably in his lap so he worried a little.

“yeah…it’s just”

“a lot?” he asked.

“no” you laughed “it’s nice, very nice but everything is new for me so…please, please let me know if i do something wrong…”

his hand gently stroked your cheek, as if he wanted to reassure you that everything was okay and you couldn’t do anything wrong “we are moving at your own pace, i promise you, everything is okay” you relaxed a little when he saw those words, making you smile when you started kissing him again.

a loud knock interrupted the two of you “mariposa! rhea and i are leaving, are you ready?” damian asked from outside the door.

“he’s gonna kill me if he sees us like this” drew whispered making it hard for you to keep your laughter down.

“uhm…yeah, i’m ready, just give me a sec” you moved out of drew’s lap as he watched you throwing your essentials into your bag “i’m coming”

“i’ll text you once we are back at the hotel” drew whispered, winking at you and blowing you a kiss.

you smiled before leaving the changing room only to be met with a questioning damian “what took you so long?” he asked when you both met rhea and drove back to the hotel.

“i showered…and watched the rest of the main event…” you hated lying to them but if damian or rhea found out you were having a heavy make out session with drew in your changing room, they would have killed him and then you.

“what’s that smile y/n?” rhea teased you, making you blush.

“oh nothing…i’m just happy for how the show went” you tried your best to not lie to them but you knew you couldn’t. they knew something was up but they both exhausted so they let it go, at least for now.

back at the hotel, you and drew kept texting like teenagers. you shared your room with rhea so you couldn’t have him over and if you left, she would get suspicious. she pretended to sleep but she knew you were up. she heard your nails typing on the keyboard, she heard your little giggles and even if she wasn’t a fan of this relationship, she couldn’t deny that you were a changed person since you started dating drew.

the day after was spent by everyone going back to the states because of monday night raw. you wished you had enough time to visit berlin but drew promised you that once you both had a few days off he would take you, so you held on to that promise.

if 48 hours ago you were in berlin, now you were checking in your hotel for the next few days in denver, colorado. you were tired and you wanted to sleep but damian and rhea called you in the gym so you could train with them.

“what’s with that face mi amor?” damian’s accent made everything even better but you were tired so you couldn’t care less.

“tired…” you yawned.

“if you slept instead of texting with drew all night long you wouldn’t be so tired…” rhea said out loud. she didn’t mean to. it was a thought that she had and she didn’t know why it escaped but now it was out.

it wasn’t what she said that made you upset, it was the annoying tone that she used that caused you to blow up.

“excuse me?” you didn’t want to fight, not with her, but if she had any problems you wanted her to tell you.

damian looked between the two of you, a little speechless as he didn’t know what was going on.

“i…i’m sorry…i didn’t mean it like that” rhea apologised immediately, knowing that she might have overstepped.

“if you have a problem with me dating drew, i wanna know it…instead of you talking behind my back” you didn’t mean to talk back like that, but again, you were tired and even if it wasn’t an excuse, rhea had no business in talking about your relationship like that.

“i don’t have a problem with you dating drew…” rhea breathed

“but…”

“but don’t you thing you guys are going too fast?” rhea didn’t know what to say without you getting mad “i mean…i don’t want you to get hurt, i don’t want you to regret something because you moved too fast…”

“you don’t know anything about my relationship with drew!” you went in defensive mode.

damian stepped up, trying to calm the situation down “well, talk to us hermosa”

“no if you’re not respecting my choices! if you keep judging me based of who i’m dating, what i’m doing with my life and the list can go on…next time, keep your unwanted opinions to yourself” you said to rhea before leaving the gym.

you were feeling guilty, especially for screaming at her when all she did these past months was to be there for you. you felt like shit because they just wanted to help you but you let them out, like the first time you joined the team.

you wanted to tell them everything, you wanted their advices and support. but the way rhea couldn’t approve your relationship with drew made you somehow mad. it wasn’t her business and she had no saying in your choices.

“she’ll get over it” damian whispered to rhea as she watched you leave the gym.

the duo continued their training while you started packing for the arena.

an hour later damian asked you if you wanted a ride over there but you told him that drew was already taking care of it.

“what’s on your mind love?” drew’s thick accent made you smile a little. he knew something was wrong when you didn’t speak a word to him.

“i had a fight with rhea…” you whispered.

he was shocked at first, being aware of how close you two are “what happened sweetheart?”

“she said something she shouldn’t have said…and i may have overreacted” he smiled hearing taking your guilts. rhea cared about you too much for staying mad at you and he knew you two were going to make up by the end of the night.

“she said something about me, didn’t she?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

you nodded.

he was happy that someone cared about you. he was aware that rhea and damian were your family. he saw it everytime your fought together. he saw it when you first joined the group.

and he smiled even more at the thought of you fighting with rhea for him. he was a grown ass man and he definitely could take care about rhea and damian. he knew he was going to face them later on, wanting to assure them of his intentions with you.

he knew they needed to hear that from him and not from you. because in their eyes, you will always be like a little sister to them, no matter your age. they would always feel the need to protect you and right now they were seeing him as a threat.

“don’t fight with rhea over me…i promise you, i can take care of them” he laughed.

“it’s not that…i just feel like they don’t want me to move on my with life…” you knew that it wasn’t completely true, but you were stubborn and that was what you were feeling at the moment.

“you’ll make up, i know it…” he reassured you a little before kissing your hand and helping you down the car and into the arena.

you both went into your respective dressing rooms. you got there earlier cause you wanted to avoid rhea and damian. rhea was going to open up the show and you didn’t want to be a bother for her.

so you got dressed. you did your make up, you did your hair and you ate something before the show started.

backstage, you watched how confident she was on that ring. she delivered her promo amazingly, calm and collected as she was before dominik interrupted her. it was fun watching how the crowd never let him spoke. but when you saw liv coming out of nowhere, you knew that something was going to happen, since she was alone and they were two.

her leg got stuck between the ropes, leaving free access for liv to hit her and kick her. you knew damian was going out to help her but you were closer to the inside of the arena than damian was so you sprinted out, running backstage into the arena and letting everyone know that you were there and no one had to mess with your family. damian followed you behind. as he helped rhea, you were able to grab liv from her hair and yank her on the floor a couple of times before dominik separated her from you.

your attention immediately went to rhea and damian, who were watching you inside of the ring.

“are you okay?” you asked her, a little worried.

rhea smiled when she saw you and she couldn’t help but to embrace you in her arms, whispering how sorry she was for everything that happened earlier.

“it’s okay, i promise…let me help you backstage” you said smiling at her.

you and damian both helped her backstage. medical staff immediately came towards you and asked rhea to sit down so they could check on her. she was hurting but you knew she went through worse.

“thanks for coming out there” rhea said, honesty filling her voice.

“i’m sorry for getting mad at you” you realised how childish your behaviour was.

“i apologise for talking about things that don’t concern me, you were right… you will talk to us when you’re ready to do it and we will be here for you” damian hugged you both when he heard rhea apologising.

“i hate fighting with you rhea…” you smiled into her embrace.

“same thing here…”

“well, i’m glad everything is over now” damian said making you both laugh.

as the show progressed, you watched punk segment only to be interrupted by drew. you remembered what he told you about getting his revenge on punk. so you weren’t surprised to see him attacking punk with such violence. not even when the medical staff took him to the ambulance he stopped. he kept attacking him until you saw blood coming out of his mouth. you couldn’t understand how such a strong and crazy man could be so caring and sweet with you. but you liked him, a lot.

the event ended up with damian teaming up with jey uso. of course you and rhea were both ringside to make sure the rest of the judgment day wouldn’t screw up this match up. finn was so pissed when he lost. he couldn’t handle losing to damian once again. he was furious, going backstage, he started breaking everything he found on his way.

you laughed, celebrating the victory on the ring with jey, rhea and damian. it was a weird team but jey brought a wave of happiness that you knew was missing.

when the show ended, drew had one more thing to do before going back to the hotel and that was talking with rhea and damian. so, while you were going into your dressing room, drew caught the duo before they parted ways.

“what’s going on?” rhea asked him when he saw him approaching them.

“can we talk? there’s something that i would like to let you know…” he demanded, waiting for damian and rhea to answer.

they both agreed and they led him into their changing room “spit it out” rhea said, watching the scotsman straight in his eyes.

“i know you’re worried for y/n…i understand that but i want to assure the both of you that my intentions are pure. i like her, a lot. i know everything that she has been through, i know what happened to her in the past and i’ll be forever grateful that she has you caring for her. she loves you like a family and i know that the feeling is mutual…but again, i like her, we are moving at her own pace. i will never force myself on her, i will never make her do anything that she’s uncomfortable to do, and that’s a promise” he spoke. he didn’t really want to have a chit chat about his relationship with damian and rhea but he was doing it for you. he was doing it so you and rhea would no longer fight. he was doing because taking you away from the only family you had wasn’t his plan “i don’t like you and that’s pretty evident, i don’t have to like you…but i want to keep things civil between us because of her”

rhea was even surprised that drew took time to come to them. she felt like she had to approve her daughter’s boyfriend for the first time and she felt a little uncomfortable. she appreciated the effort that drew put on.

damian was the one to speak as he saw rhea getting lost in her mind “what you said it’s true. we care about her as a family, she is our family…and of course when you two started dating, we got a little worried, especially knowing the age difference between the two of you but she’s a grown woman…it’s hard to accept that because i’ve been knowing her for a long time, she’s been part of the judgement day since it started but she’s an adult, she can make her own decisions and she chose you…it means that somehow she likes you too, she even fought rhea today to defend you” damian chuckled “we can keep our cool for her” he suggested and drew nodded his head.

rhea nodded her head too “thanks for speaking with us, i can see the way she talks about you, she cares about you drew, just promise me, don’t make her suffer, she’s been through hell and the last thing she needs now is a heartbreak”

“you have my consent to kick my ass in case something happens between us” drew added making rhea chuckle.

in the meantime, once you changed clothes and took a quick shower, you decided to look for the usual buffet backstage. you were starving and after carrying the show you felt like you deserved to treat yourself.

so once you got there, your eyes immediately fell upon the chocolate cookies and the caramel bars. you ate in silence, sat down on the comfy chair present in the room while scrolling some videos on tiktok until you heard some very recognisable voices coming towards you.

“i can’t handle it anymore!” finn screamed. liv and dominik trying to keep him calm but failing miserably.

you were stuck in your chair. if you left they would have seen you but if you stayed there, they would have seen you anyway. you felt like you were trapped.

“you shouldn’t be here” dominik said when he saw you in the room “alone” he smirked.

“congratulations for tonight” liv annoying voice said “i hope mami’s leg isn’t too injured” she laughed.

you stood up. probably not the best idea facing them alone but if finn had some common sense after what happened the last time, he wouldn’t start any fight “she still kicked your ass with one injured foot so…” that pissed liv even more.

“at least i don’t go crying to them everytime i have a problem…oh right, you had a hard and difficult life and we all should pity you” liv laughed. finn closed his eyes, not wanting to create more drama.

“we should go liv…” finn suggested but liv wasn’t having any of that.

“ain’t it true?” dom laughed, taking a few steps forward, making you walk backwards “we had to hear your cries every single night because you had nightmares” you tried to move away but dom grabbed your arm “ you’re just a stupid crybaby” he said before dropping your arm and leaving with liv.

leaving you and finn alone.

“if you sided with us this wouldn’t have happened” he whispered.

“no, never. i would have never betrayed rhea and damian the way you did” you screamed at his face “you’re just a coward, you’ve always been…i trusted you with my life, you knew things about me that no one knew and the first thing you did was to betray me and tell liv everything…”

finn laughed “oh shut up!” he screamed, walking toward you. you walked until your back hit the wall, finn blocking any way out you might have had “shut up y/n!” he screamed right at your face.

he never screamed at you. he knew you hated screams.

“i cared about you! but you chose them!” his poisonous eyes turned black, watching the way you tried to squirm away from his body “i wanted you in this team but you chose the weakest part” his laugh full of poison.

his hand met your neck.

finn never being violent towards you. he knew what that might have caused you.

“but now…all i see is a pathetic little girl who can’t let go of her past!” his hand squeezing your neck as he whispered mean words into your ear “you’re weak…and you chose the weak team”

“finn…please” you begged him. in that moment you weren’t the strong and fierce wrestler anyone knew. finn’s action made you small, and afraid just like you were when your father used to hit you and just like when mother used to spit mean words on you “stop it please…”

but finn wouldn’t leave you.

his other hand went to grab your arm, just like dom did before “if you had chosen us, you wouldn’t be afraid!” he screamed. his voice echoing in the corridor, made dom and liv looked back.

“stay here” dom whispered to liv as he went back to finn. he was met with finn overpowering you and even if he knew you deserved it, he didn’t want more troubles with rhea as he already had a black eye “finn, let’s go” but finn wasn’t listening.

your eyes were closed and all you could imagine was your father hitting you again and again. finn used to be so caring towards you but tonight’s event made him go crazy. he lost again and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“finn please…stop it, please” you felt small. you felt paralysed, you didn’t know what to do.

“finn, you’re hurting her, let her go” dom got a little worried. yes, he was mad at you and he hated you for siding with rhea and damian instead of him but he saw how terrified you were and he knew that finn would have gone far if he didn’t stop him.

“please finn…finn stop it!” you screamed back. it was more of a desperate cry as your arm was losing sensibility and your neck felt like it was going to explode “stop it please…let me go!” you didn’t mean to scream so loud but you did and you were lucky you did.

a couple of rooms behind there were damian, rhea and drew still talking about you when they all stopped when they heard your cries.

they followed your voice. rhea a little behind due to her injury. drew ready to wreck havoc if you were hurt.

the two men were met with a sight they’ll never forget. finn’s hands over your body as he was screaming that he wanted to get revenge on damian and rhea and he wanted to use you to hurt them.

damian shoved finn on the ground as your body fell on the floor. your mind went blank, too many bad memories were brought back in that moment.

“drew take her away” damian whispered to the scotsman and he nodded. he wanted to kick finn’s ass but you were his priority.

when rhea entered the room, she saw finn and damian fighting and you crying in the corner “what the fuck happened here?”

“finn got violent on y/n” damian spat back.

drew moved cautiously but when he saw you flinching away he stopped his movements “hey love…it’s me, it’s drew…” his voice soft as he didn’t want to scare you away “can i take you somewhere else quieter?” he asked and you nodded, not trusting your voice.

he scooped you in his arms and took you outside of the room, letting rhea and damian dealing with finn.

your head fell on his shoulder as he walked towards his car, wanting to get you out of the arena as soon as possible. once he comfortably placed you in the passenger seat, he took a deep look at your body. the way your eyes were still closed, tears falling from your eyes. how you brought your knees to your chest and hid your face into them.

you were spacing out, like your mind wasn’t there and he knew he had to get you far away from the chaos as soon as possible.

he took you back at the hotel, walking with you in his arms towards his room. he gently placed you on the bed “love…can you please look at me?” he was worried, not knowing what might have cause this.

“don’t hurt me…please” drew’s heart dropped when he heard you saying those words. rhea told him that your trauma was heavy and that you were still healing. he never took her words lightly and he promised to hurt anyone who might have threatened you.

he couldn’t understand how someone could use something as strong and delicate as your childhood trauma against you. he wanted to end finn’s life but he knew damian and rhea were taking care of him.

“i promise you…i’m not going to hurt you darling…open your eyes please, let me look at you” he said softly.

you slowly opened your eyes and when you realised that there was no threat near you, you jumped into drew’s arms. he shielded you, as if he wanted to protect you even if you were the only people in the room.

“you’re okay…i promise you” he whispered but before he could say anything else, you stopped him.

“drew…”

“mh?”

“i can’t breathe…” tears were rolling down your cheeks. drew took a look at you and realised that you were having a panic attack. he wasn’t new to those. he had them before. but with you, it was different.

“hey hey…shh, it’s okay, focus on me, focus on my voice” he tried to help you “look at me y/n” his voice growing a little stronger when he realised that you weren’t focusing on anything “look at me” you did as he told you “follow me, catch my breath…look at me” and you tried your best to calm yourself down. you matched his breathing, in and out as he told you.

your hands were still visibly shaking and when he noticed it, he took no time to put your hands into his bigger ones. his thumbs caressing your hands in a calm motion.

you followed his breathing a couple of times before you were able to breath again “that’s good y/n…” he whispered softly in your ear “so good…you doing a good job”

“sorry for that…”

he shook his head “no, absolutely no, don’t apologise for that…it’s not your fault, do you hear me? i’m glad you are okay…”

you stayed there for what it felt like hours, even if it was just ten minutes, laying in his arms as he stroked your back, helping you relax.

he was waiting for damian or rhea to text him but when he saw you sleeping against his chest, he felt complete somehow, like you were the missing piece he needed in his life.

finn’s gonna pay for what he did. we’re coming back to the hotel, thank you for taking care of her. we own you. - damian

drew’s phone buzzed when he received a notification from damian. he knew he was going to ask more questions tomorrow but right now, he was there for you. watching you sleep, seeing how peaceful you were, he couldn’t believe someone as beautiful and loving as you were, was carrying a baggage of pain and traumas like that.

“nothing’s gonna hurt you…” he whispered before leaving a soft kiss on your head as he watched you sleeping peacefully.

PART 7

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part 7 coming too! i might add some spicy things in the next chapter…let me know if you have any ideas!

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The First Time(Aka How Nanami Kento Lost His Virginity)Chapter Six: Telephone Call

Chapter Six: Telephone Call

warnings: smoking, angst, phone sex, male and female masturbation pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: after the party, you and Kento find yourselves almost too nervous to talk to one another, yet at your last chance meeting before the summer he drops a bomb on you. despite this, you two find yourselves getting busy over the phone a/n: sorry for the delay...but I found my inspiration for this chapter. I hope you all enjoy!

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The week that followed the disaster of that party, you decided to try and cry it all out. The memories were still so fresh in your mind. The look on his face; the betrayal and hatred for you. It hurt so goddamn much. You wondered if you’d ever be able to get out of this funk.

The promise of a summer vacation seemed nice, and possibly would be a bandage for the pain that was still seared deep into your heart. Knowing you’d have to come back to school at the end of the break didn’t seem very promising either. Knowing you’d have to face him again.

Your pride had been so wounded. He continued to act as if you didn’t mean anything to him, and you wondered every time you two crossed paths if you’d be able to face him like you once did. Kento seems to be perfectly content with not talking to you.

In fact, the rumors of him hating you have been spreading like wildfire. So your friends decide to spin it all around and make you see the positive in all of this.

“He was just one guy! You can meet all kinds of cute guys when you come out with us to the beach this summer!”

“Yeah! You’ll see, lots of fish in the sea!”

Still you were clinging to empty promises and tender wounds. By the end of the semester, you found yourself wanting to find the man who stole your heart and to tell him off. You wanted to scream in his face, punch him a few times and leave him discarded on the ground. Just as he had done to you, you would gladly do to him. You would find yourself feeling much better if you were able to feed him the same poison he had fed you.

Your mind kept thinking about all the fun you two had together during the school year. It wasn’t just hooking up and fooling around either; it was deeper than that. It was getting to know him, to know what made him tick, what made him laugh. Cracking the outer layers of the man who was Kento Nanami.

As much as you wanted to discard him and leave him be for the rest of eternity, you found yourself at an impasse. You were madly in love with him. You wanted to go all the way that night too. Everything had been hinging on him returning from getting those damn waters and him just fucking kissing you.

Since that night, you were dreaming of his lips on yours. You missed the way he made your stomach flip with just the sound of his voice. You longed for the all-nighters you two spent together. The sounds of the old N64 and the cursing from the AVGN videos playing in the background on your old and clunky laptop.

And while you suffered in silence, Kento was living his life as if you weren’t even a part of it at one point. You wondered if maybe he even cared that you were suffering. You wondered if he even thought of you. Given the way he doesn’t even look in your direction, you think you know the answer.

Behind those cruel hazel eyes, there was something else there that most people couldn’t see. Kento was wracking his mind with a way to get you back.

He was sure you hated him, so he didn’t even bother to try and talk to you since that night. But the days were counting down and soon you’d be gone for the summer vacation. Soon you’d be gone for a while and maybe when you came back you’d have a new man.

The thought of you kissing someone else pissed him off. It made him angry and jealous and fuck he was seeing green. Every time you wouldn’t even glance in his direction, his heart was breaking even more.

There was just nothing he could do to bring you back into his arms. He thought of every opportunity and every single action of kindness he could bestow upon you. And none of them could ever come close to show you just how terribly sorry he was.

It was killing him inside. It was tearing him apart completely. The thought of you leaving school and coming back with hickies on your neck, or wearing someone’s sweater, or even just having that look in your eyes from a new love, that would be the death of Kento.

Then the final day of school comes and everyone’s getting ready to leave for summer vacation. He’s been thinking about this day over and over. He keeps thinking about how he’s going to catch you right before you leave and tell you he’s sorry.

The words sound so good in his mind. They sound perfect. He can hear it all so clearly. So why does he feel like his tongue is overly tied and his brain is a fog when he approaches you near your friend’s car?

The giggling and talks of summer vacation stop when your friend notices him lurking nearby. Your eyes widen suddenly when you see Kento so close. The butterflies multiply a thousandfold when he comes up to you.

“K-Kento?” you ask, your voice trembling.

Your friends all move aside, making sure he’s not about to attack you or anything like that. They want to see that he’s here to make amends and not break your heart even further. Some of them even think maybe you two could remain friends.

“I…I need to talk to you,” his own voice doesn’t sound strong.

With a nod from your friends, you make your way over to him. They all lean against the car, ready to intervene if they need to. Then you turn your attention back to Kento.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Kento notices the way you cross your arms over your chest when you ask him this.

“I wanted to talk about what happened the other night.”

There was a beat of silence before you both looked at each other. You could see all the words he wanted to say in his eyes. He looks away bashfully before he fishes out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. He offers you one, but you decline. Then he brings the cigarette to his lips and lights it. You note that the smell is so comforting to you. 

“I was being such a shithead, alright? It was stupid of me. Those damn girls’ words had gotten to me.” He says between drags of the smoke.

You tilt your head to the side, “What girls?”

He looks away, and you’re starting to put the pieces together. Someone said something bad to him that night. Someone had made him feel like you weren’t completely in love with him. 

“Those damn girls we saw when we arrived. I guess they must have felt entitled to tell me that you were using me.”

Your heart feels broken. This was the cause of the rift between you two. The words of some dumb girl and her posse of bimbos. People who had no idea that you and Kento were more connected and bonded than most people are with their parents, their pets or even their good friends.

“Wait…you saw them? What the hell did they say to you?”

Kento shakes his head, “It’s fine. It doesn’t matter anymore. I just wanted to apologize to you. I was stupid to leave you like that.”

You wanted to reach out to him. To hug him. To kiss him. You were desperate to hold him against your body once more. You wanted to hear his voice whisper sweet nothings in your ear once again.

And all too soon, your friends were ushering you into the car. You wanted to run back to him, but they were telling you that they needed to get a move on. Then you hear those three words from his lips…

I love you.

The drive back to your hometown was awkward and quiet. All your friends felt bad for driving off without giving you a chance to answer Kento. He would be thinking about this moment for the rest of the summer and you wouldn't know how to deal with it.

His heart clenched as he watched you get into the car and he desperately called out to you. Saying those three words, they weren’t supposed to come out just yet. No, they were supposed to stay deep inside of him until the perfect moment came. If it ever came.

He was silently cursing himself for messing it all up. How would you ever want to talk to him again? You were probably telling your friends just how stupid all of this was. And with this, he leaves to go stay at his friend’s place for the summer.

The text message comes later. Then the phone call. He’s happy to see you messaging him. You ask him how he’s doing. It’s a few days after summer vacation started. 

“Hey, I’m sorry about leaving you hanging. My friends are jerks,” you say on the other line.

Kento is hanging out on his bed, his head feeling fuzzy from just hearing your voice. “Nah, don’t even worry about it.”

The two of you have so much to talk about. Neither of you mention the party nor do you mention what he said on the last day you saw each other. You two just spend time talking on the phone and enjoying one another.

And with each day, you two find even more conversations to have. Until one day you send him a picture. It’s a picture of you in bed, wearing just an oversized shirt. It makes his heart race and his cock hardens immediately. He finds the courage to call you up.

“Tell me what you’d want to do with me if I was there,” his voice sounds so husky like this.

You’re barely awake but you feel the need growing inside of you, “Kento…I want you to kiss me.”

Just hearing you wanting him to kiss you excites him even more. He’s fisting his cock, moaning into the receiver. You hear the slick sounds of his precum coating his cock. You let one of your hands dip down under your shirt and you begin to play with your aching clit.

“What else? Come on…talk to me.”

“Want you to kiss me, touch me…need your fingers in my pussy.”

This causes him to squeeze his cock to prevent himself from cumming too fast. This was going to have to be enough until you two saw each other again next semester.

“Yeah? You want me to lick that cute little pussy?” He doesn’t understand where he’s getting the courage to talk like this.

You whimper, “I wanna cum all over your tongue.”

This makes it even harder for him to slow down. You’re both working towards a similar goal, moaning and panting for one another. Kento growls softly.

“I’m gonna cum,”

You groan, “Me too.”

Tighter and tighter becomes the coil in your stomach. You see stars when you fall off the edge with a quiet call of his name. Kento is right behind you, biting his lip so he doesn’t yell too loud as he spills his cum all over his fist and his abdomen.

Both of you are panting as you catch your breath. Kento is the first to say something, coupled with a breathy chuckle.

“Hope that’ll keep you happy until we can see each other again.”

You smile, “I’ll be counting down the days.”

[paleprincessturtle]

hi! Hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if I could request a Harvey fic where Harvey gets jealous once reader gets some male attention. Harvey was always used to the reader falling at his feet, watching him with her doughy eyes, always finding an excuse to talk to him. But then he noticed her getting distant with him, almost not acknowledging his existence. Then he noticed flowers get delivered to her office, a guy coming by her office to take her out for lunch, etc. and poor little Harvey getting upset that she’s not at his mercy anymore lol & he confronts her about it :)

Happy New Year and I hope all of you people had a great holidays!

This one is for my friend @marjorie189! Thank you so much for the request and hopefully you like this.

Enjoy!!

Winner Takes It All

She walked briskly out of the elevator. Her bag was on her right shoulder while she tried to balance the two cups of coffee she carried and a few files she also carried at the crook of her arm. She made sure the one on her right hand was Harvey's coffee. Since Donna became COO, it wasn't unusual for her to see that Harvey had forgotten his coffee. Since then, she has made it her mission to bring Harvey his morning coffee. She was relieved to see the door to Harvey's office open. She invited herself in. "Hey, good morning," she said in a chirpy voice. "Morning," Harvey answered shortly. "I brought you coffee. Just how you like it," she hoped that Harvey would look up at her. But instead, his eyes were glued to the laptop in front of him. "Great, just put it here," Harvey signed with his head to the place around his desk. She shuffled around, trying to balance everything as she placed his coffee just beside his pen. "So, how was your morning?" She waited expectantly for Harvey to look up at her and probably finally realized the new dress she put on. Harvey finally looked up at her after a split second, but the expression on his face wasn't what she expected. There was annoyance in his face. "It was good and productive before you came in and decided that today would be a great day to just sit around and talk." She smiled curtly at his response. "Alright, I'll get back to work. Enjoy your coffee," she said as she waved at Harvey and walked out of his office.

She giggled to herself as she read the reports in the library. Harvey would like it, she thought. Scratch that; Harvey would love this. A huge help to his case. Even though she wasn't assigned to this case with him, she always secretly kept track of his cases. When she knew he was in trouble, she took extra time to help Harvey, aside from doing her own cases. She always ran to Harvey's office with her findings. "Harvey!" She barged into his office. Harvey's face was a mix of confusion and irritation. "I found this," she said, handing Harvey the papers she had photocopied earlier. "This is good," Harvey said, giving her a small smile as he nodded. She almost jumped in joy upon hearing that this would help Harvey. "Just good?" she teased. "I don't know, Harvey. I think this is brilliant!" Harvey sighed. "If you need praise and flowers, go to Louis. This is good, but get back to work. What are you doing anyway with my case?" Harvey questioned her. "I'm helping you, of course," she said as she giggled. "Thank you. Now, can you please go so I can call my client?" Harvey said as he picked up the telephone. "Bye, Harvey!" she said as she left his office, closing the door behind her.

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It was just like any other morning. Every partner had a meeting before the day started to touch base on everyone's cases. Harvey was assigning some new cases to every other partner. It wasn't long before the meeting finished. She stayed longer than everyone else, as she saw Harvey also stay longer. She looked like she was about to leave but stopped at the end of the table. Stopped exactly beside Harvey. "Do you need help with that?" Harvey, who was flipping some documents in front of him, stopped and looked up at the woman smiling down at him. "Actually, yes." She nodded excitedly. "Can you deliver this to the DA office?" She doesn't even ask questions. "Consider it done," she said, bowed, and left the room.

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For the past few days, Harvey didn't realize anything different until one morning he saw his newest and youngest partner. She just walked by his office. He remembered how, in the past few weeks, she never stopped by his office to deliver him his morning coffee. He stood up, trying to catch a glimpse of her. She brought with her a cup of coffee. A cup, as in a singular cup. Harvey's brows knitted, but he just shrugged and got back to whatever he was doing before.

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"Hey," Harvey said, entering her office after knocking. "Hey, Harvey," she greeted him, eyes never leaving the paper in front of her. Harvey noticed the unnecessarily big flower arrangement on a credenza behind her. She caught him staring at her freshly delivered flowers. "Are you going to tell me why you're here, or are you just going to stare at my flowers?" Harvey straightened himself; he seemed caught red-handed. She watched him impatiently. "I was wondering if you could help me with the deposition tomorrow." She shook her head. "I'm taking the rest of the week off ," she informed the clueless Harvey. "In the middle of the week?" Harvey folded both his arms in front of him. "Yes, I've asked Donna since 1 week ago. I've taken care of everything." Harvey looked at her as if she had two heads. "Where are you going?" She laughed. Harvey smiled at the sound he hadn't heard in the past few weeks. "Why is it your business?" Harvey was about to answer when she interrupted him. "I'll get someone else to help you, okay? Don't worry. Now, if you excuse me, I think my client just entered the conference room." Harvey stood there, flabbergasted.

Harvey was talking with Donna as they waited for the elevator. Harvey heard a familiar laugh approaching, but the voice was accompanied by a deeper laugh. Harvey whipped his body around and tried to locate the laughter. There, she was laughing with a man Harvey had never seen before in his life. They approached closer, seemingly wanting to leave the building as well. "Hi!" she greeted Donna and Harvey. "Oh, where are you two going? A lunch date?" Donna teased them. "Maybe," the stranger answered as she smirked at Donna. Okay, Harvey thought. This person knew Donna. "We haven't had the pleasure of an introduction," Harvey straightened himself. "Jonathan Seymour," the man said, smiling and extending his hand for Harvey to shake. Harvey took a quick second to look at his hand and chose to ignore it. "Harvey Specter, but you must've seen my name before seeing me," Harvey signed to the wall behind them with the name of the firm etched. "I need to see you before you go home," Harvey pointed his eyes directly at her. Before everyone could say anything, Harvey stepped inside the full elevator, leaving the three of them.

"Harvey, I'm about to leave. You need to see me?" Harvey moved his head, and she got inside his office. "Since you will take the rest of the week off, I need your help with those files." Harvey pointed at some folders stacked upon one another. She wanted to say no, but she felt bad now that she was taking the rest of the week off. "Okay, sure," she smiled. "What should we do?" she asked as she took off the coat she just put on.

Harvey watched her work. The fact that this was just a little over midnight, the fact that now her hair was in a high bun, and the fact that she looked very beautiful as she pouted, concentrating on the task at hand. He missed this. He missed her presence. Her chirpy voice. Her smile. Her scent is one of amber and rose. "Are you going to tell me where you are going for the rest of the week?" Harvey started the conversation. "I'm going to accompany Jonathan. His cousin is getting married in Aspen. But he said he wanted to show me around," she smiled. "Are you happy?" Harvey asked abruptly. She was taken aback by his question. The man he had been trying to get close to for almost a year was now asking personal questions. "I'm happy, Harvey. Any reason why I shouldn't?" Instead of answering her question, he asked her another question. "So you can positively say that you are happy with this Jonathan?" She sighed. "Where is this going, Harvey?" She put her pen down, giving Harvey her full intention. Harvey was quiet for some time; she raised her eyebrows at him and demanded that he continue. As she saw Harvey struggle to find words, she picked her pen back up and got back to work. "I like you," he blurted after a full five minutes of silence enveloping the room. "You what?" she asked, her voice higher than usual. "I like you. I don't like seeing you with Jonathan. I like you, and I never realized it before." She looked at him, and confusion marked her face. "Don't go with Jonathan. Go with me. I want to show you how sorry I am for treating you badly for the past couple of months, and I want to show you how much you mean to me," Harvey said as he kneeled in front of her, hands intertwined. She looked down at their hands. "You have to win me over, Harvey." But everyone knew, Harvey always won.

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[cainsau]

I loves your other soldier boy fic please make another one

Tech Savvy || The Boys Imagine

(Platonic) Soldier Boy x GN!Reader

Summary: To make communications easier, the team agreed to get Soldier Boy a smart phone. You were tasked to teach him how to use it.

Warning: none, just a bit of swearing and fun stuff

Author's Note: Thank you! I'm glad you loved it! I know its been a long while since you sent the request (forgive me, i've been busy😔), and this is a little short but i hope you also enjoy this one :]

Masterlist

"Alright, so, this is my phone number." You point to the screen where your phone number was listed on its contact list. "Every phone number is unique, and this one belongs to my phone. If you-"

"Yeah, yeah." Soldier Boy interrupts, rolling his eyes. "I know what a telephone number is. I'm not THAT old."

You chuckle playfully, then continue to explain what the symbols on the screen mean, and how to type using the touch screen, which he seems to struggle a little bit, considering how small the keyboard is compared to his fingers.

"Now, let's try it." You stand up from your seat, "I'm going to the next room, and you should text me."

"No, we don't need to do that."

"Yes. Yes, we do."

"I told you i got it. I'm not some idiot."

"If you truly get it, then you wouldn't mind if we try it out, then, right? Unless you can't do it and that's why you're avoiding to practice it." You give him a look.

"Fine."

You leave, and go to another room. As you sit down on a chair, a notification pops up. He successfully sent you a message.

SB: Bastard You: Wow thanks :) You: Try giving me a call now

You wait patiently. It takes a whole minute for him to remember where the call button is. Eventually, the notification pops up, and you answer the call.

"Congratulations!" You say to him through the phone. "I guess you're not as tech illiterate as i thought."

"Of fucking course, i know how telephones work. We had it too back then."

"Oh, really? How about you video call me right now then?" You challenge him with a grin, though he can't see it. If he really was listening to your explanation earlier, he should know how to do it too.

A while later, the video notification appears, and you accepted the request. The live feed of his face suddenly fills your screen.

"See? I told you, i'm not an idiot."

You nod in approval, giving him a playful frown, "Maybe i underestimated you."

"You fuckin' did. Now what?"

"End the call, and i'll go over there."

He doesn't say another word, and ends the call. You get up, heading back to the room he's in, and find him still in his seat.

"What else do you want?" He asks in annoyance.

"Oh, nothing. Just making sure that you have all our contacts." You go over to him and look through his contact list. "Also, do you have any questions?"

"No."

"Okay then," you give him the phone back, and turn around about to leave, "I'll see ya later."

"Wait." He stops you.

"Yes, my lovely student?"

"First, don't call me that." He cringes at you, which makes you laugh. "And second, i saw that Asian kid playing games on the phone. How can i do that?"

"Oh, just go to the app store. You can get some games and other stuff from there."

"The what?"

"The app store."

"Alright." He stands up and starts putting on his jacket. You watch as he heads towards the door.

Confused, you ask him, "Where are you going?"

"The app store."

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 143 (The Wedding Reception)

After the newlyweds and their guests posed for photos, they had just enough remaining light to mingle before the caterers - Suri and her grandmother, Clara Bjergsen - put out the food. With permission, Ash raced into the spiral maze to take a selfie with Sophie the Snail, searching for treasures in the ferns beneath the carved stone slug.

What he found looked confusing - like a mint green box with a circle of numbers wearing earmuffs, and Ash raced back to ask his family what it was. "I think it could be a telephone," Heather guessed. "They used to be plugged into walls."

Felix smiled. "I haven't seen one of those for at least sixty years! It's a rotary dial phone. You dial the number by spinning the wheel. But people used to think this took too much time, so they invented phones with buttons and speed dials, and these fell out of use."

Ash was enthralled by what Felix knew of history. "Will it still work?"

"I don't think so. Most landlines have been discontinued because everyone uses mobile phones these days."

Ash glanced eagerly at Heather and Conrad. "Can I still keep it? It looks so cool!"

Heather smiled. "Of course you can. That's how Sophie the Snail works. Leave something for someone else to find, and whatever you find yourself is yours to keep!"

Curious Conrad looked at the old fashioned phone. "I wonder who left it there."

"Do you think it was the time traveler Emit Relevart is looking for?"

Heather shrugged. "I looked him up online after we saw the report on Simlandia National, but I didn't find out anything they weren't already reporting on the news. He loves science and technology, believes in time travel, and has blue hair."

Felix and Lilith perked up as Lavender called her mother's attention. "You saw the news report, too? I've been trying to convince Felix to take a detour to Willow Creek on our way back to Britechester to see if we can find him."

The former ghost smiled at his beloved. "After everything with Ash in Sulani, you still want to jump through time? I've told you the past wasn't nearly as wonderful as the present."

"Right, but you said it wasn't as wonderful because I wasn't there. My podcast would blow up if I could talk about what it's like to time travel! But more than the podcast, I want to see things you've seen, with you, and I bet a time traveler could help us!"

Though less enthusiastic, Felix took seriously his responsibility to make Lilith happy. Love like this was exactly what he'd stuck around for, waiting for his chance to live again. "It would be a dream to walk miles of old streets with you, Lil. We'll go to Willow Creek, find this 'Emit,' and we'll see what he knows about the future."

To make it to Willow Creek and home to Britechester before too late, Felix and Lilith left soon after food was served. Kris also returned early to San Myshuno with Betta when the four-year-old grew tired and cranky, but there were still plenty of loved ones left to enjoy the buffet-style spread, including fruit-decorated cupcakes instead of a cake, just like Lavender had requested.

They were grateful to Suri and her grandmother for providing such wonderful food. Conrad even gave Suri a huge amount of money autonomously (all of it wtf?! At least we have a money tree), calling it an investment into her takeover of the Salty Paw, and her hope to turn it from a dive bar to a slightly more upscale licensed cafe.

"I can't believe you and Heather would do that for me," said Suri with a smile and warm embrace for the groom. "My catering rates are a lot lower than this!"

"You're a great chef and we believe in your ideas. Hazel loves you, and Heather and I believe in your plans for the Salty Paw. Just try not to lose that smell about the place. We'll miss it if you really clean it up."

Suri laughed. "You're in luck. I don't think that smell would disappear even if I tore down every single wall and built from the ground up."

Heather spent extra time catching up with her sister Holly, who she hadn't spent meaningful time with since the winter holidays. "Life is busy in the city with Kris and two busy girls, but that's nothing compared to what you've been through lately."

"I really think Ash has been okay since it happened, but we're going to take him to a counselor, regardless. He has a lot of questions about everything, but he really seems like himself."

"But how are you doing? Your son was kidnapped!"

"Honestly? As long as I remind myself he's okay, I don't beat myself up with guilt. But sometimes I watch him sleep just to make sure he's still there. Conrad wants to put a sofa in his bedroom so I get enough rest for the baby."

"And his ex is definitely going to prison?"

Heather nodded. "She's not getting a jury trial and Rafa gave up details on several unsolved cases, plus the whereabouts of some weapons stockpiles around the city, so Felix is fairly confident he'll get his sentence down to a year, at most, because he was a minor for most of the stuff he's wanted for."

"He killed all those men; aren't you worried he's dangerous?"

Heather shook her head. "I used to be, but I met him. And after everything he's done, I'd trust him with my own life. We would have wanted him here for the wedding if he wasn't in custody."

As the night wore on, guests ate and chatted while Lavender occupied her doting grandparents' attention, and Heather finally found a moment to chat with Mortimer about her recent trip to Selvadorada. She'd been meaning to ask him about the medallion she and Spencer had seen at the museum, inscribed with a message from Malcolm A. Landgraab to Lady Victorine Goth, but she'd been so busy since her return.

"Lady Ravendancer was my great-great-grandmother," admitted Mortimer, his brow creased in thought. "Family rumours of her infidelity to my great-great-grandfather, Lord Samuel Goth, have carried for over a century, but the medallion would be the first piece of evidence to support it."

The writer smiled to himself as he considered the historical discoveries he might find - a dramatic story of betrayal and spellcaster magic, if they were lucky. "If my great-great-grandmother had an affair with a Landgraab, it could explain how the families became such fierce rivals in business. The Landgraabs wanted to settle the west, but the Goths wouldn't let them do it alone."

"Do you think it has anything to do with the old pirate's curse you told me about?"

Mortimer shot her a look of sympathy. "It might. I should make a trip out to visit the family archives in Willow Creek; it might give more insight into this medallion in the jungle."

She thanked him as the moon came out above the trees. Lavender curled into a ball to nap on the benches near her sleepy Aunt Hazel and Uncle River - it had been a long day and was now well past her bedtime - and the guests slowly began to wish the newlyweds well and head home. Ash made his way to the treehouse to play, changing into warmer attire as a sign the wedding festivities were drawing to a close.

Heather and Conrad had no time for a honeymoon and returned to their busy lives in Brindleton Bay, but they would cherish the memories made today for the rest of their lives. ->

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NOTE: And that's it! Conther is married!! I realize this reception was a lot of just letting sims do autonomous things and didn't have any photogenic traditions like first dances and cake-cutting, but letting sims be sims gives surprising plot sometimes! It led to Conrad and Heather giving money to Suri "to invest in her upscale cafe," which I didn't plan for but it's indicative of how supportive this legacy family is, and they've accepted Suri despite the scandalous start to her relationship with Hazel, so I liked it! (After getting over the initial shock of having zero simoleons out of nowhere! This autonomous interaction is always such a jump scare, like 'where is all my money?!' 😂)

I also got to send Ash for a selfie with Sophie, to mirror the one his mother took at the statue in childhood because someone (I think @pixeldistractions? I'm sorry if I'm misremembering!) suggested making it tradition, while also tying it in to the Blast From the Past event. No he didn't really find the phone under there as part of the quests but since it's a common hiding place for some exciting things, I had to pretend he did. He really found some snowdrops, which is cool because winter just ended for the next 16 years! Nonetheless, he'll hold on to them, because my sims hoard things in their inventories like mad, just in case I can use them later.

[blanc-et-n0ir]

So KaiSae and RinSagi turn for their double date (RyuSae and RinSagi already got theirs here)

It would be ten times funnier if this double date was basically KaiSae's first date vs RinSagi's anniversary date and it was Isagi's idea because he found out that Kaiser asked Sae out and Sae agreed. Isagi found out because of Sae. Then Rin found out because of Isagi.

It's one demented form of telephone because at the end of it all, Kaiser finds out it's a DOUBLE DATE because of RIN (he kicked down his door (read: called his phone multiple times until he picked up) and started ranting about how DARE he think of going near Sae with his bullshit attitude and he should walk into a road of traffic instead of going to the double date).

Kaiser is absolutely floored because he had all these things planned and now it's ruined because of ISAGI. He's devastated. He's enraged. Isagi fucking Yoichi ruined his shit again!! And he's like ten seconds from outright calling Isagi and telling him to fuck off and never be seen in his immediate vicinity again.

Isagi calls him first and its to tell him "If you won't agree to the double date you will FAIL at wooing Sae. I swear" and Kaiser takes that as a challenge. Cause what do you mean he would fail? He could woo Sae definitely (ignore his many past rejections from Sae).

The date starts and Kaiser is glaring at Isagi who is pinching Rin who is glaring at Kaiser. All the while Sae is absolutely oblivious to it and is just content that not only is his brother here, so is his sorta friend Isagi and his maybe possibly could be crush Kaiser. So it's going great for him.

Every single time Sae turns around, it's like that one angel and devil game and it's basically Kaiser flipping Isai off to which Isagi will smile and reach for Kaiser's hair to yank it off his scalp AND Rin also looks ready to murder Kaiser as he reaches over Isagi's head to strangle him.

The date ends up as a mess and Isagi slightly feels bad and he suggest they go to an ice cream thing. While he and Kaiser order (he forcibly and physically has to drag Kaiser along), Isagi tells Kaiser to order Sae's favorite. Kaiser stared at him like how do you even know this??? And Isagi just shrugs and goes "Rin talks more about Sae than himself. I actually learn about Rin by observation or by asking Sae." (Which was how he and Sae even got close in the first place).

So, Kaiser takes the truce begrudgingly and mid enjoying their ice cream, Isagi convinces Rin that they should head out first cause he was tired and when Rin tries to argue, Isagi pulls his sad boy act and Rin MELTS. To the surprise of Kaiser and fondness of Sae. So, they leave but before they do Isagi mouths to Kaiser to "not fuck this up or I swear" and this is when Kaiser realizes that this wasn't a double date.

This was two of Sae's "family" (with quotations cause Isagi is loosely part of it because of him saying Rin and also getting close to Sae + Rin and Sae still not really talking about this issues properly) practically shotgunning him and low-key shovel talking him to make sure their first date was fine.

The date ends great! When Kaiser leaves Sae at the door, Sae snorts and reveals he knew what the other two were up to the entire time but he appreciated that Kaiser powered through it and he also really enjoyed the date nonetheless. Kaiser is flustered and stuttering mess but smooths his way through and Sae gives him a kiss and the end!!!

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Animal - A Luca Changretta/Reader One Shot Story.

It's here, besties! :D Hope you like it!

Words - 2,380

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“I want you, Luca. I want you in every single way a woman can enjoy a man. I want your mouth all over me, your hands to touch every last inch of my flesh, to paint your pleasure across me like I’m a canvas, until every colour in the palette runs into the next. I want you to fuck me until I’ve no voice left, until I’m trembling and gasping for breath, until I’m begging you to stop, but pleading with you to keep going all at once.  

I want you to be rough with me, wrap my hair around your fist, fuck me brutally from behind until I gush all over your beautiful, perfect big cock. I want you to turn me over and fucking choke me on it, fuck my mouth until I gag and spit on it, making it wetter before you tell me that I’m you’re dirty little puttana and you love me for it. You know I’ll swallow every goddamned drop when you finally come for me, too. 

In short, my darling, I want the kind of sex that would make half the barbarity in the Old Testament look tame. Hurry, lover. I miss you.” 

The note fluttered from his grasp, a wide-eyed and very, very hard Luca lost to a sexual daze, the near ever-present toothpick in his mouth dangling from his lower lip. “Is this broad for fuckin’ real?” he whispered, wondering how in the fuck he was even meant to stand up after reading that, let alone put one foot in front of the other and then drive a car without crashing it.  

Not only had you told him how heavily your want was stirred for him, you’d told him in the dirtiest, yet most poetic way he’d ever had a message conveyed to him. He isn’t sure he wouldn’t have suffered a heart attack, had you actually whispered those words in person.  

He can, however, muster the strength to rise and, with trousers entirely too tight due to the colossal erection your words have left him with, walk somewhat awkwardly to the telephone.  

“Is that my insatiable Italian? 

“You’d be real embarrassed if it was your mother calling you right now, huh?” he drawls, rolling his toothpick over his lower lip with this tongue.  

“But it isn’t, so I’m safe,” you chuckle, “So, how can I help you? I take it you found my reading material?” 

“I did,” he confirms, “and how you can help me is getting over here right fuckin’ now. I’ll send a driver.” He hangs up before you can confirm your presence, knowing that just by the sultry tone of his voice, he’s tightly wound, and a tightly wound Luca is never worth missing out on.  

After all, watching him unravel is half the fun of doing the tight winding in the first place. 

Upon your arrival, you find him reclined on the sofa, long, lean legs spread, a hand rested to his thigh, index finger pointing very deliberately at the giver of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever received.  

“You called?”  

“And you wrote, didn’t you?” he smirks, looking you up and down. Oh, you’re in trouble now, the absinthe green glint of his eyes conveying a weight that should topple your nerves, yet it only serves to electrify. “Yeah, doll. I’m only surprised the paper didn’t fuckin’ catch fire.”  

Lifting your chin, your grin is all self-satisfied accomplishment, knowing that you've stirred the beast in him. It only ever prowls just below the surface, though, awakened at a moment's notice. “So, now I’m here?” 

He rises from the sofa, sauntering to you while reaching into his pocket, the press of his thumb releasing the long, sharp blade, the flick knife brandished. “Now the fun begins, baby.” Reaching you, his hand grasps your jaw, fingertips indenting your flesh, the precursor to a slow, sumptuous glide over your anticipation-riddled skin. Clutching your dress, he brings the knife up, slicing into the fabric, his hands grasping to literally tear it open.  

The sound runs sharp beneath your skin, sends flint strikes through your blood, the cold of the blade dragged into your cleavage before he cuts your bra from you, your undies next on the path of destruction. Stepping from your shoes, the floorboards beneath your feet feel cool in contrast to the inferno of his stare, Luca casting the knife aside, his long arms snaking around you as he puckers a searing kiss to your sternum, descending slowly as he drops down to kneel before you.  

“La mia dea,” he whispers, pressing a kiss upon your pubic mound, hands smoothing down deftly over every rise and fall of your body. “You should know you’re the only woman in the world I’d gladly fall to my knees for.” Lifting your thigh to rest over his shoulder, he runs his tongue up it in a in a languid glide, teeth closing in a sharp bite. “But that don’t mean I’ll fuckin’ go easy on you, though.”  

You’d expect nothing less.  

Letting the heat of his breath flutter over your sex, he teases you with the promise, tongue touching his top lip momentarily as he leaves you teetering on anticipation. He strikes like a viper, mouth wrapping around your slit and sucking with a hungry grunt, knocking the breath from your lungs. His hands glide down your back, resting on your bum, squeezing the rounded orbs in his big hands as the flat of his tongue seeks the pearl of your clit, beginning to work in a side-to-side beat.  

The fever he evokes rises like a summer storm, a swirling tempest of wet dragging against you, his piercing, green stare defying you to look away as your mouth drops open, a shrill cry shattering the silence of the room. Your hands move, one reaching to grip his arm, the other sliding into the silken raven of his hair, grasping, tugging hard as your hips begin to weave against the relentless beat of a very hot, very eager tongue.  

He has you clasped hard, but balanced upon one leg you feel precarious already, teetering, the pleasure beginning to throb strongly through your core, a grunting rumble from your lover causing a fierce prickle to jab against your insides. “Yeah, that’s what I wanted, getting to feel this pretty little cunt drip all over my tongue.”  

His hands continue to knead at you as his tongue drags down, pushing against your streaming little hole, the hook of his nose rubbing over your clit as he tongue fucks you with aplomb. A hail of pain meets your skin deliciously when he releases his grasp, hitting the round of your bum with a spank so hard, your eyes water. Another and he has you mewling, a third and you’re crying out in rapture, the honey of your cunt flooding his mouth, Luca licking your slow and firm back to your clit, wrapping the throbbing little bud in a hard, unrelenting suck. 

Your stance falters, and his hands clench at you, arms tensing as he keeps you upright. He might be skinny and lithe, but lord, he’s deceptively strong. He pulls you against the ferocity of his mouth further, tongue working you harder, meeting your gaze with a wink that sets the sparks in your belly to burn.  

The heat of his mouth suffuses through to your very marrow, builds rapidly like a supernova, the black holes of his inked pupils devouring the lush green as he watches you falling apart for him, being remade around the rapid, carnal beat of his tongue. The sensation of it sends tiny arrows darting through you, a mist of heat radiating your spine as you pant, your clutch within his hair and upon his arm tightening as you rock against each lick.  

“Fuck, Luca!” The words are torn jagged from your throat, chest heaving as it hits you in ceaseless waves. He groans as you trickle into his mouth, drinking the undoing from you as you cry out, every colour illuminating, throwing your head back and submitting to the never-ending inferno darting over your nerves. 

He releases your leg, letting your foot return to the floor, but holds you tight in his grasp, tongue gentling before kissing his way back up your shuddering body as he rises, the taste of your orgasm on his lips making your insides quake. You reach for his waistcoat, nimble fingers hurried in your quest for his nakedness, tie and shirt following, your diligence having him bare before you speedily.  

He presses a kiss to your neck, looking down at you with a mix of triumph and amusement. “Can you walk?”  

“Probably not,” you confess, watching his eyebrow flutter. 

“Fine,” he rumbles, making a circular motion with his long, outstretched forefinger. “Turn around and bend over.” You do as you’re instructed, anticipation ghosting your skin as you feel the heat of him behind you, Luca taking his cock and dragging it in tease over your slippery folds.

Sliding the head down to stroke over your clit, the lust tumbles through him wildly at watching your little hole spasm, pushing into you just enough to widen you, pulling out again and returning his cock to push against your bud.  

He did say he wouldn’t go easy on you.  

“Please, Luca,” you gasp, feeling him inch in again, no mercy given, leaving you empty once more. His hand weaves into your hair, an olive skinned, tattooed, gold adorned grasp clenching tight, pulling you flush against his chest.  

“You said that you wanted me to paint my pleasure across you like you’re a canvas, but baby doll, you know better than anyone I don’t paint within the lines.” His free hand slides up your body, grasping your breast, rolling your nipple in a tight crush between his thumb and forefinger. “Beg me.”  

“But...” 

“Ah, ah, cara mia,” he reprimands, yanking your hair so hard, the pain sears across your scalp. “Beg.” 

“Please, Luca.” Swallowing hard, your nerves buzz at the sensation of his cock sliding back and forth over your clit, keening to feel it fill your gaping hole. “Please fuck me. Please feed me every inch of that gorgeous, big cock. I need it. I need you. Please. I’m begging you.”  

He pushes forth once more, a few more inches stretching you out, his cock twitching against your walls before he leaves you bereft once more. “Beg again.” 

“Luca, I...” 

His hand meets your bum in a ferociously hard slap. “I said beg. Again.”  

Fire roars over the frost spiking at every nerve ending in your body, swallowing hard, your teeth crushing a bite upon your lower lip. “I’m begging for your cock, Luca. Please fuck me.”  

Again, he sinks back in, but this time you are blessed with every last thick, delicious inch, your walls stroked by hot, veiny hardness, the grasp within your hair released. His hands come to rest upon your hips, pulling back from you, until only the head of him remains. He lets you clench upon him, teasing you wickedly, forcing a primal groan when he fills you again with a sharp thrust.  

You expect him to continue in torture, but instead he gives you deliciously teasing alternation, pounding your heat rapidly one minute to slow right down the next. The thick head of his cock drags your wet plush slowly, so very, very slowly, sparks crackling, your heart thundering, his groans making your insides pulse with desire. 

It’s so good and he’s so thick and hot within you that you practically sob with pleasure, slow, slow, quick, quicker, slow, agonisingly slow, so quick you feel he’s going to go through you and then back to slow again, until he has you shivering violently before him. He roots himself deep into you, pausing, feeling you flex on him with greed, spanking your already stinging backside before slowly dragging back again, the friction delicious. 

He’s iron hard within your molten core, his tease giving way to speed and piledriving your slick with lethal intent, ferociously aroused. Your skin smacks together, his grunts peppering the air, drowning out the soft little cries you emit in response to this, a full-on attack to your insides. You feel as if your legs are about to give way, the timing perfect when he slips out, turning your body to throw you over his shoulder with ease, matching you to the bedroom.  

You’re tossed onto the bed like a ragdoll, Luca grasping your ankles and hauling you across the mattress, plunging back into you while holding your legs high and wide, giving you not a single drop of mercy from the carnal, animalistic onslaught he delivers.  

Each speedily delivered thrust has you sparking, your walls clenching around the thick heat driving into you rapaciously, his cock pumping your release into you strongly, the waves beautiful as his lightning cracks your sky, your hands gripping the bedclothes beneath. He lets you cool down, slowing within you, enjoying the way your slick muscles feel as they flutter around him. 

It takes no time at all for the pace to be set to feral once more, holding your legs against his chest as he licks a circle at your ankle, marking the area he then brands with his teeth, virtually growling with incandescent arousal. His stare is broken by his eyes closing tightly, a string of swears gritted, pulling from your soaking cunt, hauling your shattered body to the edge of the bed.  

“Open your fuckin’ mouth.” You do, his cock sliding between your lips, hand fisting tight into your hair and holding the back of your head firmly, hips beginning to pump against your face. “Yeah, that’s it, my dirty little puttana. Fuck, I love you.”  

He fucks your mouth like he doesn’t, hard, accerbic with you, making you practically choke on his cock until with a deep, guttural groan, he’s spilling into your throat, hot white swallowed down, just as you told him you would.  

“Mmmm,” you purr, after releasing his twitching cock, licking your way up to his neck, the black cross the focal point of your teeth. “If that’s what I get, I’m going to have to write to you more often.”