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dontyouworrydaddy · 11 months

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welcome back home

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem! Reader

summary: Simon comes home from a mission and he missed you.

warning: NSFW! MINORS DNI! this is just pure sex lol

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You can’t wait for him to enter the house and not giving him enough time to slip out of his boots or gear. The moment he comes through this door you want to jump him and hug him really tight.

It’s been months since you last seen him and you can’t call him because it would be too dangerous. No letters, no photos and no calls. If you guys get to talk, he calls you. But that’s really rare since he would rather not talk to you for a few months than putting your life at risk. But everytime he leaves, he promises to come back.

And he always does.

You hear the door open and close and before Simon could pronouns his appearance you hug him causing him to stumble back.

He hates hugs. He even hates it when people touch him. But he doesn’t mind when you’re doing it. He even likes it. He loves your touch.

He lets out a soft chuckle and hugs you back. "I missed you too, baby" he whispers in your hair and kisses the top of your head.

You look at him and smile at him. Your hands on the corner of his mask, asking him for permission to take it off and nods slightly.

As you take off his mask you see your Simon again. The man you fell in love with. The man that went through hell and back.

“Hello there” you say causing simon to smile. You kiss him softly and he returns the kiss. Your soft kiss explains him how much you missed him and how happy you are that he is back.

“Get inside, I‘ll make you food” you smile at him, hold his hand and lead him with you to the kitchen.

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“Are you sleeping?” Simon asks you all of a sudden. You guys went to sleep an hour ago but Simons Insomia makes it hard for him to rest. You turn so you’re facing him and you see his restless eyes in the need for sleep.

But he simply can’t. Because his mind won’t let him.

You feel bad for him. And you get an idea on how you can make him feel good.

Simon is flat on his back and his lap looks a bit lonely… so you decide to get on top of him.

“What are you doing?“ he asks you curiously. A little smirk fights its way on your lips and you start moving on his lap while your hands lay flat on his bare and muscular chest.

Him showing you his chest even through it‘s covered in scars means so much to you. You’re probably the only one that gets to see him like this. And you don’t mind. Not a bit.

“Fuck“ he groans and covers his face with his face.

“I‘m gonna make you fall asleep” you reply to his question and you can feel him getting hard under you. But you don’t stop there. You’re barely clothed which is gonna be even more fun.

“Jesus… You know what you’re doing” he whispers and his hands lay on both sides of your hips now.

With one motion he switches positions, trapping you in his huge muscular body.

His lips smash against your lips and you guys start making out sloppily. The kiss is filled with a lot of passion and desperate for each other. His hands make their way through your whole body, leaving not a single spot untouched.

In the middle of the kiss, you feel his finger make their way into your panties and stop on top of your clit.

You feel a lot of desperation and you need him now.

“Simon” you whisper in the middle of the kiss and he chuckles. His fingers circles around your clit obviously trying to tease you. You groan into the kiss and your breathing speeds up.

Without a single warning he slides two of his fingers inside of you leaving your mouth open.

“Fuck… Simon, fuck!” you groan as his fingers move in and out of you. He continues his movement while his other hand is wrapped around your throat kissing you hungrily.

“You’re so wet for me” he tells you and kisses you again.

“Simon. Please~” you moan his name and he knows exactly what you want. He knows what you need.

“Use your words baby” he orders you and you feel yourself so close.

“Please Simon. Please fuck me” you desperately tell him.

You feel empty as soon as his fingers leave your wet and needy pussy. He moves your panties to the side and he removes his boxers and his already hard cock springs free.

You’re breathing hard as simon teases you with sliding his cock on top of your pussy.

“Please Simon just fuck me already” you tell him with so much desperate.

“Whatever my girl wants” and with that said he slides into you. Without a warning, leaving your mouth open. You roll your eyes at the feeling of him inside you.

It’s been months since you had sex. You touched yourself but it was never the same as with Simon. He just knows what you need.

He moves in and out of you slowly. The sound of your bodies fills the room and with every move he speeds up. Even through his hands are resting on your waist, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re whole body is moving with his movements.

You’re pretty moans and his groans fills the room. “You’ve been such a good girl. You were waiting for me for so long. You deserve a little treatment now.” he says while fucking your absolute brains out.

His movements are even faster now and you feel a tear of pleasure leave your left eye. Your hands tightly grab the side of the bed. The bed moves with each thrust and you wonder how strong this bed is.

“You’re so tight… fuck” he moans your name and kisses your slightly open mouth. The kiss is wet and messy and he doesn’t stop fucking you fast.

“good fucking girl” he whispers and groans. His thrusts had him whimpering.

“I‘m so fucking close Simon” you scream his name and he likes it when you scream his name. You feel your leg starting to shake a bit.

“Cum with me” he says and you do as he says. You both came and you feel like you’re in heaven.

“My pretty baby” he whispers in your ear and kisses your cheek while he is still inside of you.

“You got me really tired now“ he says before sliding out of you, leaving you feeling alone. He falls next to you and holds your naked body close to his.

“I love you so much” he kisses your whole face.

“ I love you more” you tell him and you both smile like idiots.

You both fall asleep in each others arms, feeling happier than ever.

And finally Simon can rest a bit too.

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azrielslightintheshadows · 6 months

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Shadows and tears

So this is a series about Azriel and reader. English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes. I hope you like it!

Summary: Reader is a tortured soul who barely escaped the brutality of the Illyrian camps finding shelter in the Day Court. Her identity was well hidden until she caught the attention of the Night Court’s Shadowsinger. Will the mating bond be enough for their love to settle in?

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse and trauma.

Masterlist

Prologue , Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7, Chapter 8 , Chapter 9, Chapter 10

I think you will need the tissue box now...

Epilogue

Choices.

“Mor how was she?” Azriel spoke. He was clearly drunk and a mess.

“Happy” Mor replied trying not to flinch by her friend’s pained voice.

He didn’t leave his room for almost a month until Rhysand and Cassian moved him to the river house to keep an eye on him.

He was staring the garden from his window, staring at his family, all together enjoying the sun. Mor and Emerie were laying on the grass playing with Nyx. Rhysand with Feyre on his lap. Cassian laying with his head on Nesta’s thighs. Amren and Varian lost deep into conversation. Elain and Lucien caressing the flowers and laughing. Gwyn had followed y/n in the Autumn Court after Beron died.

Tears filled his eyes as he saw the happiness of his family. He wasn’t jealous of them in a bad way, he just wished he could be amongst them with y/n on his lap. One act out of anger after the way she treated him that morning destroyed his happiness. Maybe he was undeserving of love. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t find it for so long.

The one thing he longed for. His obsession. His salvation. The only chance he had to feel loved. To feel affection. Destroyed by his own hand.

Elain left him the next day of y/n’s departure, just a letter on his nightstand explaining that now that she saw his pain, she felt guilty for pushing Lucien away.

Gwyn disappeared into the library only coming out to inform everyone that she will search for y/n.

Helion banned him from his court and stood as a guard at the wedding in case the shadowsinger tried to ruin it.

His and Mor’s friendship was barely a friendship anymore.

And Nesta… she couldn’t even look at him since he pushed two of her friends away.

The rest of his family stood by his side, but his shadows informed him about the disapproving looks they gave him when he wasn’t looking.

The day they received word about the birth of the Autumn Court’s heir, he had enough. With one last look at Velaris he gathered his stuff and left. He wouldn’t wreck his family’s happiness anymore.

Y/n was standing next to the window of her room, her baby boy cuddled in her arms. Eris walked in hugging them both from behind and resting his head on her shoulder peeking down to the sleeping baby. Y/n stared at the winged boy in her arms, so perfect. He looked like his father but had inherited her wings making both Eris and her happy but anxious too since they knew that he would be considered a half breed for the rest of his life. “Everything is going to be okay, I will never let anyone hurt you two” Eris whispered noticing his wife’s worried gaze.

They heard the flapping of wings and both tensed looking outside. Y/n saw him first and with a soft smile on her face she walked to the balcony, Eris following close behind.

“I don’t want to cause trouble, I just needed to speak with you” Azriel said and stared at his feet.

Eris looked at his wife and when she nodded, he walked back inside giving them space. Azriel moved his gaze to the sleeping baby.

“He is beautiful” he whispered as tears filled his eyes.

“Do you want to hold him?” Y/n asked him with a genuine smile on her face.

Azriel stared at his palms, could he hold something so precious in his scarred hands? He shook his head hiding his palms behind his back.

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry for everything, you didn’t deserve it”

“I know… but thank you because without you I wouldn’t leave the day court and I wouldn’t find Eris” y/n responded. Azriel’s shadows reached for her and he noticed that her own shadows weren’t there. “You shadows aren’t here” Azriel noted.

“I’m happy I don’t need them anymore” she smiled.

“Goodbye y/n take care” he offered her a sad smile and before she could respond he was gone.

He was gone with the realization that in order for his shadows to disappear he needed to be happy. And then he knew that they would be his company until his last breath and then…then he would be happy.

Please don't hate me. Stay tuned for more. Currently I'm working on two more series and I'm planning to post one shots everyday so please send your requests to give me ideas. @cleverzonkwombatsludge

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bleedingoptimism · 1 year

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part one

part two

Eddie gets the chance to see Steve 3 months after he finishes writing the song.

He’s presenting the award for New Best Artist at the Grammys and performing for the show. He knows Steve is going to be there because Barbie and the Kendolls are nominated for quite a lot.

He was always one for grand gestures so he decides this is a great opportunity to try and get Steve back.

The award presentation is first and Eddie can feel his heart trying to break out from its cage when he reads the name on the envelope.

He just stands still hearing the thump, thump, thump of his chest in his ears.

Gareth scoffs, pretends Eddie freezing up its part of the show and takes the envelope from him, “Barbie and the Kendolls” he says into the mic.

He stares nervously as Steve and the girls look at each other and smile unbelieving before standing up, hugging and walking up to the stage.

Vicky hugs him, whispers it's nice to see him again, Chrissy jumps into his arms and he laughs, Robin punches his arm, then hesitates and hugs him and then punches him again.

Eddie looks at Steve, who is hugging Gareth, he whispers something that makes Steve laugh and then Steve standing in front of him.

He is just as beautiful as the day he last saw him. And he looks fucking incredible, with a buttoned up black suit that looks painted on him and no shirt under the jacket, his chest in full display. A necklace he'd never seen before the focus point of the whole outfit.

It's a simple gold chain with a ring hanging from it.

A fucking engagement ring.

Eddie doesn’t realize they’ve just been standing there staring at each other until Gareth clears his throat. He blinks and slowly leans closer to Steve, pecks his cheek sweetly and says, “Congratulations”. Then gives him the award.

He doesn’t get to hear their speech, too busy staring at the ring dangling from Steve’s neck, trying to get a better look at it, there’s something inscribed on the inside.

They all smile politely as they exit the stage and Eddie wants to turn and talk to Steve but he needs to get ready for his number. They separate as Vicky, Robin, Gareth and Steve go back to their seats and Chrissy kisses Steve and tells him ‘I’ll be right back, please don’t be mad. I love you” and leaves with Eddie towards the backstage.

“This better fucking work Eddie” she tells him right before going on stage.

“Right, yeah. No pressure” he says and takes a deep breath and walks out.

It's just him, a stool and his guitar. Chrissy is providing second guitar in the background. He changed into his ripped jeans and his favorite shirt. A Corroded Coffin shirt Steve painted by hand a long time ago.

He just wants to be himself, honest, raw, and pour his heart out.

It's what my heart just yearns to say

In ways that can't be said

It's what my rotting bones will sing

When the rest of me is dead

He finds Steve in the audience, he’s right in front of him. He looks at him, he sings to him.

It's what's engraved upon my heart

In letters deeply worn

Today, I somehow understand the reason I was born

'Cause outwardly he says, "I try so hard to make you laugh at me"

His fingers strike the cords, his eyes fill with unshed tears. He couldn’t think of anything more romantic than just the pure joy that had been living with Steve. So that’s what he sings about.

And he, he does, he laughs

As though he's not heard the joke ten thousand times before

And he adores him

He watches him get dressed as though he's hurtling through time

Oh, darling, please be mine

He knows he’s asking too much, asking Steve to forgive him. But he hopes. And more than anything, he just wants Steve to know how much he loves him.

Steve promises to fight them all when it all becomes too much

And he, he curses at the world

For leaving him behind, and he's falling out of touch

And Steve’s stronger than he's ever been, he knows

He brushes his hand through his hair

He's got so much fucking hair

He can see Steve is crying silently, sitting completely still and looking right at him, he laughs wetly at that last line. And Eddie smiles as he sings.

There’s excited murmuring all around them as people are starting to put two and two together. There’s a camera pointed at Steve now too, but he pays it no mind.

And he holds him close, just to keep the world at bay

And when they're sure no one can hear them

He'll turn to him to say, he'll turn to him and say

"It's not fair, it's not fair how much I love you

It's not fair, 'cause you make me laugh

When I'm actually really fucking cross at you for something"

And he'll say

"Oh, how, oh, how unreasonable

How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do

I'll spend my days so close to you

'Cause if I'm standing here, maybe everyone will think I'm alright"

He gets nervous because the next part is where he’s making things up, the next part is what he should’ve said. How he imagines things would’ve gone if he hadn't been such a coward.

"I've seen enough, " he says, "I know exactly what I want"

And it's this life that we've created

Inundated with the fated thought of you

And if you asked me to, if you asked me, I would lose it all

Like petals in a storm

'Cause, darling, I was born to press my head

Between your shoulder blades at night when light is fading

Just to let you know, I'm old, waylaid and feels like I am wading

Into carpet burns and carousels

He can’t stop the tears from falling now and his vision gets blurry, he thinks he sees Steve hiding another laugh behind his hand at the next lines.

Christ, you'll be the death of me

And calm throughout his melodrama

He will turn and say, "Dear heart, it's me, it's me

You don't need to pretend to be someone you're not

'Cause it's not like I've never heard you fart and snore

And for some godforsaken reason

I'm still here, love, like I've always been before

He repeats the chorus, changing a few lines here and there and making Steve laugh through his tears a couple of times more. And then it’s time for the song to end, it's time to face the music.

'Cause if I'm stood here, then I'm stood here

And I'll stand here

I'll stand here with you"

He finishes the song and stands up, leaves the guitar on the stool and jumps off the stage, walks up to Steve.

Steve stands up to face him.

Tears don’t stop falling from his big brown eyes,

“You can’t just-”

“I know” he says.

“It’s not………..fair!” Steve cries, he’s pulling at the ring on his chest so hard the back of his neck is turning red.

“I know” he says again and steps closer to him.

The chain snaps and Steve takes Eddie’s hand and puts the ring on his palm and closes it. Eddie looks at it. The inscription inside just says EDDIE+STEVE

“I hate you” Steve tells him.

“I know” Eddie says before he kisses him.

Steve wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him closer. Eddie lifts him off the floor with his arms around him. It takes barely a second before both their bandmates join the hug making a huge pile of people and laughter. There’s clapping and screaming all around them as people go nuts because the Eddie from Steve’s song was Eddie Fucking Munson.

Steve doesn't forgive him so easily, but he does give him a second chance. Eddie spends the rest of their lives proving to him he made the right choice.

song is Fair by The Amazing Devil

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#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #i wrote something #well there you go! i hope you liked it

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stardancerluv · 6 months

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By the Light of the Silvery Moon

Part Six: New developments for Paul and his wife.

Notes/Warning: Sometimes one gets sent away early into their marriages. One does not refuse their queen…even her son.

18+ only please. Consensual. P in V sex.

Once again…ty so much for reading. ❤️s and reblogs are very appreciated. Along with any comments/feedback! Enjoy!

“Mother, there is no valid reason for me to go and see the Crimea.”

“You are the future king of Russia you need to visit your army.”

“I never did before.”

“Well, you are now married. The role has grown bigger.”

His fingers rolled into a fist and then relaxed before he did it again.”But my wife.”

Catherine made an exaggerated sound. “She will be fine without you.”

His mouth formed a line.

“She has her ladies and there is also the ones in court. She will be fine.”

“What if I don’t go?”

“I will make you.”

She looked up from the map that she had been hovering over. Her eyes were colder then the winter that would soon be upon them.

“When is my coach ready?” Defeat filled him. His mother won this round.

“Dawn.” She replied once again, she eyed the map.

He turned on his heal and left the room.

*******

The sun’s warmth fell over you, as you worked on a handkerchief. There was more you wished to do or to attend to, but with the possibility of Paul leaving; this distracted you. Your personal handmaiden’s words did not bring any reassurance.

The ladies of the court, had sly smiles splashed across their faces. Despite Paul, not paying them any mind. Some still hoped to garner him with their charms.

There was barely a sound, but you could tell that the huge doors near you opened. You glanced up. Relief filled you. Your heart began to pick up speed. It was Paul.

His hand cut through the air. The patter of boots and the swish of skirts filled their otherwise silent room. With a warmth only your handmaiden was possible to have, she closed the door.

Placing the needle, the cloth and thread aside and you got up. You barely took a few steps and you were in Paul’s arms. Despite your heart at quite the beat, your body relaxed.

“I have to go.” His breath felt warm on your throat.

You stiffened and felt as his hold tightened.

“I tried to refuse.”

“She’d never let you.”

He nodded. “Though I had to try.”

You pulled back enough, just enough to meet his eyes. There was hardly any of the warm brown. They had grown dark with his turbulent emotions over leaving.

“I will dispatch messengers with letters.” You promised

“They will return with my own letters.” He replied with his own, stepping aside he pulled off his waist coat, he tossed it onto a nearby chair.

“At least we have tonight. It will be a very lonely, few months.“

You knew it would be. But the knots in your stomach were still there and they hurt.

*******

As Paul moved above you, you tried to hold onto the moment. It hurt your heart to know you didn’t know when you would see your husband, your beloved again.

“I love you.” Paul, managed. His voice was tight with his pleasure.

His eyes met yours and just as your bodies were one, his lips met yours and the kisses you shared were rough, hungry.

“I love you.” You breathed, arching against him before kissing him again.

Your body tightened, your pleasure was growing sharper. Your moans grew louder.

“Sounds like you are growing close love, give yourself up to it. I want to feel you.”

“Yes, oh Paul!” You were breathless and you erupted in your pleasure. His name became a moan as you became undone.

Trembling you wrapped your arms around him. You held him close as he thrust into you chasing his own release.

Your sounds caused his own release to rip through from him. As your hearts beat hard, you melted in the afterglow of your passion.

*******

He held you close, his fingertips caressing your naked hip. “I don’t know how long I will be gone.” He finally said, resting his chin gently on the top of your head.

“I know. Alot of anguish will fill my heart till we can be together again.” You swallowed. “Is there no way you can have a coach come to retrieve me?” You glanced back at.

“No, he said softly. There have been several violent engagements along that border. I could not bare the idea of you being hurt or worse.”

You tightened your arm around his middle. Desperately, you didn’t want to let him go.

******

Be pressed a kiss to your bare knuckles as he held your hand through the open window of the carriage. Your eyes had filled with tears but you were not let them fall in front of Catherine or the court.

“I will think of you each day till we are together again.”

“And I shall as well.” You nodded.

He gave your hand a final squeeze, then glanced down. “Keep her safe boys.” He said softly to Soot and Cinder who sat proudly on either side of you. Grimacing, he tapped the roof of the coach and sat back into it. The coach man called out and you stepped back.

You waited till his coach passed the gates. Then turning with the hounds close on your heels you made quick haste back to your chambers.

******

Sitting at your vanity you finally let the tears come. With a shaky hand you pulled the pins from your hair. You would not leave your chambers today. A day for your heart was needed.

Looking down at your brush that sat on your vanity, you found a note scrawled sitting beside it. Your heart lifted. Your lips curved into a smile, making the tears pause as you read Paul’s sweet words of love.

******

A week later, when you found yourself lonely in court you had the letter tucked into your bodice and you didn’t feel so terribly alone. The other girls who vied for Paul’s affection or to catch Catherine’s eye giggled behind gloved hands and fans in one corner while you stood, occasionally glancing out the grand windows with your heart warmed by the sweet words Paul left you in that note.

*****

His lips were wrinkled in disgust as he stalked through the muddy ground. His men were in different to his presence. They barely took mind of him when he walked past them. It had been a very long week since the two of you said good bye. He was eager to return to you.

@amethyst-serenade @laura-naruto-fan1998

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cacoetheswriting · 11 months

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I am loving Pearl so far, beautifully written, but WAIT because I have to know what the letters said 😭😭😭

thank you, anon! <3 i appreciate your sweet words 🥹 and thank you for asking, it inspired me to actually fill in this gap - hope you enjoy!

content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, mature themes, adult language, death of a parent, topics of grief, emotional hurt / comfort, self-doubt / insecurities - unedited - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

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November 19, 1984

Eddie,

Sitting back in my dorm feels almost surreal. Everyone around me is going about their lives as normal, and I know I can’t be mad because obviously to them nothing’s changed, but how am I expected to join in normality? To just pick up where I left off at the start of the month?

You know what my chem professor told me? ‘We’ve all lost someone. The trick is to not make it your whole personality.’ In a way that makes sense to me. It’s logical. I can’t let my dad’s passing define me. And he obviously would want me to move on with my life. But Eddie, my heart bleeds.

This grief… This grief is swallowing me whole. This grief has embedded itself into my core being and on most days, it’s fucking consuming me. I lost a parent, a protector, a friend. There are memories I’ll never get to make because he’s gone. I really lost a piece of myself. How come no one seems to get that?

You get that, right Eddie? I know you understand. You always understand.

I miss you. I miss my dad.

P.S. Excuse this tear stained paper. It’s a mess. I’m a mess.

P.P.S I’m sorry for running off on you the day of the funeral. It was just… a lot.

November 22, 1984

Eddie,

Nothing makes sense anymore. (Also, I know I just wrote you, but I haven’t sent that letter yet so you’ll get both together and can respond to them as one.)

I’m trying to catch up on the material I missed and the words blend together before my eyes. Well, I only have myself to blame. My mom offered for me to take the rest of the semester off and start fresh from the new year, but I thought the distraction would help. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

I’m so sad all the time. And you know what the worst part is? Aside from the nightmares and this restlessness I’ve felt since the funeral, I just can’t stop thinking about you. What is Eddie doing, who is he with, does he think about me too?

Well, do you? God, this is fucking stupid. I know you do ‘cause you fucking call me everyday and I can’t bring myself to answer or call you back… Stupid…

I also think about our last moment together often… Actually, please ignore this letter, Eddie. Don’t respond. Like I said, nothing makes sense anymore, including my thoughts.

I miss you.

November 27, 1984

Eddie,

I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring your calls. I’m sorry I’ve had my roommate make up stupid excuses for me, that’s so lame. Most of all though, I’m sorry I haven’t called you back.

You’re trying to be there for me and I’m pushing you away. That’s shitty of me and really unforgivable. But the thing is, I think I’m doing it because I know you’ll always forgive me. That’s even shittier of me. I’m awful.

You deserve a better friend, Eddie Munson. You deserve the world and I only wish I could give you that. Instead, you’re stuck with a girl who runs away from uncomfortable situations and hurts you in the process.

I wish I could go back to the day of the funeral and change

November 30, 1984

I spent the entire day listening to my mom cry over the phone — tell me, does it make me heartless for not shedding a single tear? Thinking now, this is the first time I haven’t cried since the funeral.

Anyway, I’m failing the semester. Surprise, surprise.

Also, Jonathan and Nancy came to visit. Why didn’t you come with them? God, why am I such a loser? Won’t speak with you over the phone, but gets mad when you don’t take time from school to come see me. I’m sick of myself.

P.S. Thank you for regularly doing the groceries for my mom and helping her around the house. You have no idea how much that means to her, and to me. I love— Thank you, Eddie.

December 4, 1984

It’s been a month since my dad died.

The grief hasn’t surpassed. If anything, it’s gotten stronger. My roommate has to force me to do basic human things like eat and sometimes even shower. She’s really been my rock here these last few weeks. You’d like her, I think. She couldn’t be more different than you in style, but she’s funny.

I know you probably don’t have a high opinion of her now, considering she’s helping me avoid you, but—

I should really call you back. I’m sorry.

December 10, 1984

I haven’t sent a single one of these letters. You’ll probably never read them and know how truly awful I feel for ignoring you.

Eddie, how come things have gotten so complicated? You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s all on me. I wish we could go back to that day at Lover's Lake when you played your guitar for me. That was bliss.

I miss you, my Bobby McGee.

December 14, 1984

Eddie, you didn’t call today.

I shouldn’t be surprised. Not like I’ve given you a reason to call.

I wonder if you’ll even want to see me when I come home for the holidays. Probably not. That’s okay though. That’s okay…

December 19, 1984

Eddie,

Perhaps I’m saying this a little too late, but I appreciate you. Thank you for being my best friend and the entire reason why I know I’m going to be okay.

I think I’m in love with you. No. I know I am.

And I’m going to give you all these letters. Hopefully, you’ll read them in front of me so I can see your reaction when I say:

I love you, Eddie Munson.

I’m coming home for the holidays. I’ll come see you and I’ll apologise. With any luck, you’ll forgive me for being a cold-hearted bitch. With any luck, although I probably don’t deserve it, you’ll be my person again.

I'm yours, forever.

thank you for reading <3

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Hi! Congratulations on 1k! For the summer mixtape, could I have nsfw Chrollo + Peter Murphy's "All Night Long"? Thank you!!

thank you! here’s some of the lovely kuroro who finds a home within you with suggestive smut. <3

its become habit for him to slip into your bedroom while you're asleep.

1k+ follower event.

ALL NIGHT LONG — KURORO LUCILFER

wc. 600+

the window of your apartment is left open, curtains fluttering softly with the night breeze as he sneaks his way in. then again, is it sneaking if you're expecting him?

kuroro often questions this. his intentions aren't normally depraved. usually, he merely takes off his shirt and slips into bed with you. he pulls your body towards his and allows his mind to relax into slumber. yorknew keeps you busy and you have your own life, so he's used to you being in a deep slumber whenever he arrives. you've given his wandering heart, body, and soul a place to rest and he intends to use it.

when he's occupied with a heist, there's no telling how long it'll keep him. it could be hours, days, weeks, or months. he lives at his own whim just as he’s always had.

still, you keep that window open for him.

it should concern him due to the potential dangers of a young woman sleeping with her window open, but he'd be the first to know if something were to harm you. he's made sure of that, even if you aren't aware of it. sometimes, he's so busy and high off another potential treasure that he can't stay to see you wake the next morning.

still, you know when he's been there. if it's not the lingering scent of his cologne on your bed or the letter he's written for you, it's the timeless piece of jewelry or framed artwork left behind. sometimes though, sometimes kuroro approaches your neighborhood and knows that you're awake. that you're waiting for him.

like tonight.

he's thrusting in and out of you, admiring the white lace that adorns your body. he had climbed into your room and was pleasantly surprised by you wearing a vintage night slip with matching lingerie underneath.

you look like a bride on her wedding night. the thought only makes him pump his hips faster into your aching cunt. the squelch of it fills the room. it’s dirty and sinful, and takes nothing from this moment.

“mm—like that, fuck. just like that,” you gasp, raising your hips to meet his thrusts.

kuroro’s dark eyes drink in the sight of you laid before him. thighs spread with your gleaming pussy sucking his big cock in, soft abdomen flexing as you fuck back against him, tits bouncing with his harsh pace, neck littered with lovebites, and your face. that angelic face of yours flushed—fucked out, and gazing at him with pure adoration. as if he’s hung the stars in the sky.

you may as well be his bride.

his cock is stretching you open, and you can’t help but relish in the slight pain it causes. your heart is about to burst from the aching love you feel for this man while your body is tightly wound up and ready to release like an arrow.

“how do you want it, angel?” kuroro murmurs, licking his lips as he locks lips with you briefly in a sloppy kiss. “i’ll give you anything you ask of me, anything. the gem of my heart.”

this is it, you think. this is the man you want to spend the rest of your life with.

you respond without thought. “inside me,” you gasp, slurring in your pleasure. “come inside me, love. wan’ you with me, always.”

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

the rush of love consumes him. it’s exhilarating. kuroro has lived his life seeking knowledge of everything that catches his fancy, and you are at the top of that list. to have you for eternity is to obtain the greatest treasure.

and he intends to do so.

#I haven’t written for chrollo in SO LONG #am I really writing for him if I don’t include classic poetry #chrollo x reader #chrollo x y/n #chrollo x you #chrollo smut

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Tartaglia's 5-Step Plan for Wooing Morax- Chapter 6: Depart from Liyue

Childe scanned over the letter again, hoping there was something he had missed. ‘You will return to Zapolyarny Palace in one week. A ship will arrive this evening, and will take you back to Snezhnaya. You may spend the rest of the week how you wish. The bank will run itself while you are gone.’

The Tsaritsa was taking him back to Snezhnaya? But– he wasn’t done! Had she decided he had failed his task? He was never going to be able to live it down if he had failed a relatively simple task so horribly that he was taken off of it not even five months after being assigned to it. Signora was absolutely going to laugh at him. Archons, maybe Capitano was going to do that thing where he crossed his arms and sighed and even though Childe couldn’t see his face he just knew he looked incredibly disappointed. Childe wasn’t sure if he could handle that.

Childe felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned over to see Aether’s concerned face. “Is something wrong? You’ve been staring at that for a while.”

While carefully folding the letter and sticking it in his pocket away from curious gazes, he smiled apologetically back at Aether. “It turns out I can’t actually stick around here as long as I’d like. I’m leaving tonight.

Aether’s eyes went wide with shock. “You have to leave already? But I’ve only just met you!”

With a sigh, Childe patted him on the back. “You know, sometimes things just don’t work out. But trust me, we’ll meet again. I’ll try to find a way to come back to Liyue, and if that fails, maybe you’ll come to Snezhnaya at some point during your travels.”

Aether gave him a shaky smile. “That would be nice. But I don’t want to take up too much of your last day here, so go spend some time with that business partner of yours.”

Childe’s face heated up slightly, but he nodded anyway. “Will do, comrade. Oh– and before I go– a bit of mora, in case you need some spending money.” He dropped a large handful of mora into an extra pouch, and passed it to Aether, who, upon feeling the weight of the bag, fixed him with one of the most awe-filled looks he had ever received.

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Childe arrived at Wangsheng with a bag of mora, preparing to ask Zhongli out to lunch. The one possible benefit of not being able to complete his mission on a slightly happier note, as opposed to undoing all the progress he’d made with Zhongli by trying to steal his Gnosis. Really, this was the best way for things to end up. Leaving with fond memories of each other, but not spending enough time together for any deeper bond.

Childe wouldn’t miss Zhongli. He’d make sure of it. Surely he would be too busy with work to spend his time doing things as frivolous as thinking about funeral parlor consultants with golden eyes.

When the ferrylady opened the door, the first thing he noticed was the parlor’s lack of Zhongli.

“I’m sorry, can I help you?” she asked, clearly slightly suspicious of him. To be fair, half the time he came to the parlor he had new clients in tow who had recently died of not exactly natural causes, but business was business, wasn’t it?

“Do you know where Zhongli is?” Childe said, putting on his best innocent-not-a-war-criminal face. “I have to leave the harbor soon, and I’d like to say goodbye first.”

The ferrylady gave him a calculating look, before replying, “Zhongli is out talking to a client. Unfortunately, he will not be back for another few hours.”

Fuck. There was a rising sense of panic clouding Childe’s senses. He was never going to see Zhongli again– or, if he did, it was going to be on the opposite side of a battlefield. He had to talk to Zhongli– to at least try to make sure he didn’t hate Childe once the Tsaritsa sent him out to steal the Gnosis. Then, either Zhongli would kill him, or he would have to steal the Gnosis himself– and wouldn’t that be a nice little scene? Childe, forced to betray the first real friend he’d ever had.

Just then, the door to the Parlor opened, and Zhongli walked in. “Ferrylady, I trust you have been handling my affairs while I was gone?”

The ferrylady gave him a stiff smile. “Childe here was just leaving.”

“Actually–” Childe interrupted, walking over to the door– “I was hoping you would be leaving with me.”

“Of course.”

Childe was almost scared by the ease with which he replied. Shouldn’t Zhongli be more cautious of someone like him? Then again, Zhongli could probably beat him to a pulp without breaking a sweat if he wanted to.

“By the way, I… I have something I need to tell you.”

Zhongli tilted his head (quite adorably, in Childe’s opinion). “Is it something that needs to wait until we are in a more private location?”

Childe glanced at the ferrylady, who was still not-so-subtly watching them under the guise of paperwork. “Yeah, I think so.”

Zhongli blinked, surprised, before nodding. “If that is what you would like. I presume you have not had lunch yet– does Wanmin sound satisfactory?”

──────── ✧ ────────

Childe was not avoiding the topic of his imminent departure. It just hadn’t come up in conversation yet. That was it.

Zhongli smiled, and called the waitress over to the table. “Two shots of Baiju, please.”

Childe smirked. “Day drinking, are we? My my, I would never have guessed that Liyue’s most respected scholar would be caught day drinking, of all things.”

Zhongli gave him a quizzical look. “You had news, did you not? It seemed like it was something serious. A good friend of mine always said that difficult news is easier with alcohol.”

“They sound like an entertaining companion.”

“Entertaining… is certainly one way to describe him.”

The waitress arrived with their shots, and then Childe was left alone with Zhongli and his thoughts once again.

“So, uh, the news.”

Zhongli looked at him expectantly. “What is it? I promise you it will be easier to just spit it out.”

“I’m leaving Liyue.”

Zhongli’s eyes widened with surprise. “When?”

Childe inhaled, letting his breath out slowly. “Tonight.”

Zhongli reached out and rested his palm on the side of Childe’s face. “If I have done something wrong–”

Childe smiled apologetically. “There’s nothing you could have done. I’m sorry.”

Zhongli nodded, and took his hand back. Childe almost missed the warmth.

They returned to eating in silence.

“Zhongli?” Childe asked hesitantly.

“Yes?”

“Can you promise you won’t, uh, hate me?”

“Why would I do that?” Zhongli’s expression was confused, and almost hurt.

“Well, I, uh… I can’t tell you. So I guess it wouldn’t be fair to ask that of you, would it,” Childe replied, trying to backpedal. Of course Zhongli wouldn’t agree to such a vague and one-sided contract. He didn’t become the god of them for nothi–

“I agree to your terms.”

“W-what? You do?”

Zhongli nodded. “I promise, no matter what it is you must do, I won’t hold it against you.”

“That’s– uh– wow.”

Zhongli offered Childe his hand, and he shook it gratefully. “Thank you. For everything.”

“It’s been my pleasure,” Zhongli replied with a smile.

──────── ✧ ────────

After lunch with Zhongli, the arrival of the boat didn’t seem as frightening. Childe would return to Snezhnaya, complete whatever mission his Tsaritsa had for him there, and then return to Liyue and Zhongli. Even if he had to steal the Gnosis, everything would work out. It had to.

As he finished packing his bags, he heard a knock on his office door.

“Coming!”

He stuffed his final bag onto the pile in the corner of the office, and opened the door. Standing in the hall outside his room was Ekaterina.

“Hey, Katya, what’s going on?”

“Well, when I told the others you were leaving, they all had things they wanted to tell you. We didn’t want to use up your little time left here, though, so we put this together for you.” She held out an envelope to him, one which was stuffed tight with letters, with many names written on it in various degrees of messy handwriting. Ekaterina’s, at the top, was easily the neatest.

“I– thank you, Katya. All of you. I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything, and just take it.” She shoved the letter into his hands. “And hurry up your packing, the ship’s coming soon.”

“Of course,” he replied. Even if Katya seemed a bit pushy at first, after spending a few months with her Childe had come to realize that was just how she showed she cared. Really, she was like an overprotective aunt.

──────── ✧ ────────

With Katya’s letter in his pocket, his bags packed, and memory of Zhongli’s promise fresh in his mind, Childe boarded the boat. It was similar to the one he had arrived on, and that realization brought a wave of nostalgia with it. How long have I been here? Four months? It feels like it’s been so much longer.

He sat down to open the letter from Katya and the other members of the bank, and smiled as he read the messages. They were all very sweet, although some of his employees seemed to be more brave about teasing him about Zhongli when they didn’t have to face him in person.

I’m going to miss Liyue.

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Before the Dawn

It is strange indeed to be back on Coerthan soil, for the first time in six long, long years. In hindsight, you should have known that some passing adventures in Eorzea will somehow lead you back anyway. The air becomes crisp and biting as you trudge through the mountain pass to make your way towards the Observatorium.

You are not surprised when Ludovoix calls you a stranger. How would he know that you parted these lands with angry, youthful promises of never returning? Would he not despise you even more, knowing you abandoned Ishgard?

Lord Francel is demure and harmless, with an innocent, boyish face. It is hard to muster any amount of anger against him, when he seems so helpless - and if the past few months in Eorzea have taught you anything, it is that you might, after all, be unable to resist helping out those in need. So when he gives you a letter to House Fortemps, you take it with good grace to Camp Dragonhead.

It is there that you meet Lord Haurchefant for the first time. You have heard of him before, of course, as gossip about the High Houses is always easy to come by in any corner of Ishgard. You are apprehensive, but he is all friendly smiles and praise, and you are busy with your quest, in which he is immensely helpful. So you get on with what you came here to do, and save the thinking for later.

It is hard not to trust a man with whom you fight together, against injustice and treachery. You clear Lord Francel's name, and you do not flinch when Haurchefant embraces you in celebration.

***

You continue to be distracted as one thing comes after another, and you continue to be worn down by the relentless charm of Haurchefant. Ah, you are not going to call him of all people a lord, not after all this time.

He keeps demanding you rest, inviting you to meals, offering a warm drink. And after the confrontation with Shiva, you are too desperate for at least a moment’s respite to remember to refuse.

As you sit down with a large mug of mulled wine, tucked under two layers of blankets, you realise that you aren’t going to be left alone to stare into the fire. Haurchefant sits next to you, armour forgotten, in a long robe which you have to assume is just a very expensive dressing gown.

“How are you feeling?” he asks. As if you are friends. But maybe the fact that he cares enough to ask means that maybe you are. You struggle to remember the last time anyone asked about your well-being with genuine concern. You learned how to keep your silence a long time ago, after all.

“Well enough, I think. Limbs all attached, not a scratch," you say, voice airy and flat. But he just looks at you, a faint smile playing around his lips.

“I know who you are, you know,” he states suddenly. You quirk your eyebrow at that.

“Everyone knows me. I’m the Warrior of Light, the champion of Eorzea. And a few other such titles,” you say, unsure if your sarcasm is genuine. But maybe Haurchefant still sees the person of whom you have begun to lose sight. Sure enough, he just shakes his head.

“I don’t remember you, but I remember your mother. I had seen her a few times, high-ranking as she was with the Knights Dragoon."

"Oh, and I guess an esteemed Temple Knight would have reason enough to tangle in high society," you say, bitterness evident in your voice.

"I did everything I could do to get where I am now. Would you hold it against me? You left Ishgard, did you not?" he asks without malice, his face an open book. And you find that now you would not. At a time which seems like a lifetime ago, you were indeed filled with jealousy. But Haurchefant is right - you did not try to fit in. You committed the cardinal sin of abandoning the cause. And you feel the rage still simmering, the anger against the institution that wronged you so, but you find no sliver of hatred against this man, who seems so earnest and trusting. So you smile at him, and sip your wine, and let him lead the conversation from one harmless topic to another, just enjoying the warmth of the hearth and the closeness of another person for the first time in a long while.

***

After that, smiling gets easier and easier. You don't trust Aymeric, an even worse example of someone just like you, who by all accounts should have been an outcast. But Haurchefant assures you the Commander's intentions are genuine, so you relent and believe. You find yourself getting used to dropping by Camp Dragonhead, even if it's only for an hour of conversation and a mug of hot beverage.

You are still shell-shocked when Aymeric suddenly brings along Estinien, as if you didn't spend those excruciating hours with him and Alberic, unsure who to resent more. Estinien's rage at least you understand, even if the subject of your hatred couldn't be more different. Estinien, who probably knew your own mother better than you did. Not that it's his fault.

You finally have to face reality, and the very real possibility that despite leaving, and swearing never to return, you might end up following in your mother's footsteps. But before you have time for lengthy contemplations, duty calls you back to Ul'dah, and then everything changes.

***

It feels like sleep will evade you forever, as you stare wide-eyed into the fire, bundled in Haurchefant's blankets yet again. The mantle is lined with little jade figurines, and you let yourself be distracted, wondering if they were Haurchefant's choice, or just some simple decorative items placed by a well-meaning servant. You startle a little as the man arrives back with two fresh mugs of something decidedly stronger than hot cocoa.

"The little lordling's sound asleep," he reports, placing the mug firmly in your hands. You search yourself for your feelings about Alphinaud - but if anything, the blame is on you. You are the adult, after all - fighting whatever you get pointed at has to stop being the extent of your responsibilities.

"I should have been more cautious. More… involved," you admit as much.

"What is the point of blaming yourself now? Are not all of them adults perfectly capable of making their own decisions?"

"I know this. I do. I just can't help thinking I could've done more. Now they're all gone. All gone," you say, and you choke on your despair. "I will never find them."

"Hey, hey. Breathe," Haurchefant says, gently laying a hand on your back. "This time, you are not alone." You shoot a questioning look at him, and dread what he is going to say next.

"I remember it was quite the news when her contingent went missing. Striking woman as well, if I recall. Eyes like the sun, hair like sunlight, and a personality to match,” he finishes, clearly trying to lighten the blow a little.

No matter, as the wine suddenly sours on your tongue, and you feel yourself withdrawing. Haurchefant seems acutely attuned to your moods, however, and in a blink or two, he is kneeling in front of the bundle of blankets and sorrow that is the Warrior of Light.

“I am sorry if that is picking at old wounds, I really am. But I don’t know how else to make you really believe that I am here to help you. You, not just the champion of Eorzea.”

You stare at the ceiling, unmoving.

You search within yourself for the resentment you felt back then. How it baffled you that the pursuit of the fleeing Horde was so much more important than the search for the lost dragoons. Is the rage still there, buried deep under years of snow? You can’t tell, but something bitter and scathing bubbles to the surface.

"Eight months," you say, your voice hoarse as the words scrape, getting dragged from the depth of memory. You clench at the blanket, but he gently peels it from your face, and holds your hand. "Eight months, until they brought back the bodies and I finally knew for sure she was dead."

Haurchefant's hands are warm, and despite your determination, you cannot stay out in the cold. You dare to look at his face, but his features are a blur through the veil of your tears. He wipes at your eyes, and then forgets to pull his hand back, gently cupping your cheeks with large calloused palms. He kisses your forehead, and rests there, and you breathe in his now-familiar scent of cedar and aniseed. He kisses your lips, and you melt into his embrace, everything else temporarily forgotten.

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Little one [L.M.]

A/N: This is an au where both Voldy (mr. no-nose) and Narcissa don’t exist. Lucius is just mean, but not evil, yk

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x fem! reader

Words: 3.4k

Summary: You start your internship at the ministry, working for the infamous Lucius Malfoy. You’re scared after only having heard horrible things about the man, but will your opinion change. (Take a lucky guess)

Warnings: NSFW! 16+, vaginal sex, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, mention of cum, soft dom! Lucius, slight implication of older man/younger woman, slight sir kink, intern reader. As always lmk if I missed anything.

Fixing and smoothing out your skirt, you took one last look in the mirror before releasing a long nervous sigh and headed out the door. Your internship at the ministry was starting today and you could feel the bubbles of anxiety in your stomach churning, your hands slightly clammy at the thought of who you were interning with - none other than the infamous Lucius Malfoy.

You had almost cried when you received the owl carrying the letter to inform you who you’d be interning with, having only heard horrible things about the man.

You’d heard that he was rude, mean, and had absolutely no patience, especially not with interns such as yourself, his last three interns having quit within the first week of working for him.

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Your body was trembling slightly, your heart beating out of your chest as you stepped off the elevator and into the long hallway.

The doors were tall and dark, emphasizing that behind them sat important wizards, more important than you would ever be.

You walked past three doors before you were met with one with bold gold lettering spelling out ‘Lucius Malfoy’.

You took a deep breath, lifting your hand slowly before knocking on the door loud enough for it to be heard on the other side.

“Enter,” a dark voice announced from the opposite side of the door.

You took another breath before opening the large door with shaky hands; you almost toppled over from the weight of the door, but you managed to enter the office without embarrassing yourself.

The office was bigger than you could’ve ever imagined, the interior decorated with a black, green, and silver color scheme - the owner had obviously been a Slytherin during their time at Hogwarts.

Your eyes looked all around the room taking in all of the expensive detail such as a black marble fireplace and a reading area the size of a small library, lastly, your attention fell on the grand black wooden desk placed in front of the large window. Your breath hitched when your eyes finally landed on the man seated behind the desk; his long blond hair falling to rest upon his black coat, his figure proud and tall even in his seated form. His icy eyes burned into you, looking you over and raising an eyebrow.

“Are you done looking around, girl?” his unimpressed tone pulled you out of your trance, your heart pounding once more.

“Yes, I’m sorry, Mr. Malfoy,” you apologized, your fingers fiddling behind your back to keep away the anxiety.

“Hmm, and who might you be?” Even though he was the one asking the question, his slow bored tone made him seem less interested than if he’d kept quiet.

“My name is y/n… I’m an intern… I’m supposed to be taught by you, I got an owl explaining everything… maybe there’s been a mis-“ your rambling was cut off by a raise of Lucius’ hand, your mouth instantly clamping shut.

“I am well aware of the… internship program,” he said with disgust, “well get over here and make yourself useful.”

With a few quick steps, you were standing in front of his desk, looking at him and waiting for instructions.

“What you would you have me do, sir?”

He pointed at the chair beside you, then at a stack of paper on your side of the desk, “I’ll only be explaining how to do this once… I will not be disturbed when I am working, you will keep your mouth shut and do your work, and then maybe you’ll be able to get through the month.”

You nodded quickly and listened to him explain how to do your work; he explained slow and simple as if you were a child, his voice still unimpressed.

“Now, get on with it,” he dismissed you, your head quickly dipping to focus on the paperwork in front of you as he went back to his own work, silence soon filling the large office.

——

You were afraid to make even the tiniest of sounds, but you found that the silence was a comfortable one - Lucius wasn’t as scary in silence.

The silence was interrupted by a loud knock on the door, your head shooting up to look at the door, but Lucius’ focus was still on his work.

“What?” he grumbled, loud enough for the person on the other side to hear.

The door opened slowly, a young nervous-looking man, holding a cup, entered the office.

“Mr. Malfoy, s-sir, I’ve got your c-coffee,” he stuttered, his hands trembling as he reached the desk, giving you a glance and a sympathetic smile, before placing down the coffee.

Lucius didn’t say a word, only stopping his writing to grab the cup and bringing it to his lips as he took a small sip. You found yourself oddly mesmerized as you looked at him; you couldn’t deny that he was awfully attractive, but you quickly shook your head burying that thought deep down.

His naturally displeased face turned into one of disgust, his lips turned down in a scowl.

“Are you that incompetent that you cannot remember a simple order? Once again it is wrong,” his tone was laced with distaste, his right hand grabbing his cane before loudly banging it against the floor causing both you and the young assistant to jump.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t bother coming into work tomorrow or ever again,” he said calmly, but still with his naturally disgusted tone.

With another bang to the floor, he raised his voice, almost to a yell, “now… get out!”

The young man bowed, almost comically, before practically running out of the office, shutting the door behind him.

Lucius let out a displeased ‘humph’ before letting his focus go back to the work in front of him, his finger tapping gently on the wooden desk.

Your eyes were still trained on his face, not sure what to think, but knowing to not cross him.

“I’d advise you to get back to work and quit your staring, girl… unless you want to also not come back tomorrow,” Lucius said without even looking up at you.

You were slightly embarrassed to have been caught staring, but quickly went back to your work as to not agitate him further, mumbling an almost silent, “I’m sorry, sir.”

As your focus went back to your work, you missed the small smirk that played at Lucius’ lips.

——

A week had passed and already you felt much more comfortable in the presence of the tall intimidating man, the silence that filled the office every day comforting to you as you did your work.

Throughout the week you had dared to ask him for help a couple of times; the first time he had helped you with a displeased frown, but each time he helped he seemed less hostile and more willing. One of the times there had been a problem you were too inexperienced to fix by yourself and Lucius had made you move your chair to the opposite side of his desk to sit beside him, to look over you and help. You were surprised that when you went to move your chair back he stopped you with a raised hand, “you might need more help with this problem and I do not want to listen to the scraping of the chair again.”

You were even more surprised when you had moved the chair back, only to find it beside his chair the next morning, a small space cleared out for you on his desk, giving you enough room to work beside him.

——

More days passed and you found yourself in quiet conversation with the man, small fleeting smiles shared, much to your surprise and pleasure.

He was much more pleasant the more you conversed, the more time you spent with him in that office.

One day, you left the office with him to deliver some of your paperwork and grab some more for you, you having worked faster than anticipated and finished the prescribed paperwork before your deadline.

Stepping off of the full elevator you had to maneuver yourself between numerous amount of people, the ministry bustling with hard-working wizards.

Lucius had placed a large hand, the one not holding his cane, on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd. You looked up at him in surprise, but his gaze was set forward, his icy composure never leaving him outside of the office, yet you felt the warmth from his hand and warmth on your cheeks from the blush.

You made your way through the ministry, successfully dropping off and gathering new paperwork.

On your way back to the office you ran into a pair of Lucius’ more respectable colleagues - respectable in the sense that it was the colleagues he respected enough to converse with.

You stood silently beside Lucius as he spoke with the two men about Merlin knows what, that was until one of the men acknowledged you.

“So is this a new one?”

Your head snapped up, confusion written on your face, having no idea what he meant. Lucius placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a subtle squeeze only noticeable to you.

“Yes, but this one has at least lasted longer than a week,- not as incompetent as the last ones,” he grumbled and you understood that they were talking about the previous interns, feeling a little dumb for the quick feeling of jealousy that had passed through you.

You nodded slowly and smiled at the men before yourself and Lucius trudged the rest of the way back to his office.

You entered the office with Lucius close behind you, closing the door softly.

You made your way over to his desk to set down the paper, placing them gently down with your back to Lucius, not hearing as his steps came closer to you.

“What was that back there?” Lucius questioned, his tone as gentle as it could be.

You were about to answer, but your breath caught in your throat when you turned around and you were staring directly into the chest of Lucius Malfoy, your neck craning to look at his face.

“I-I… what do you mean?” You stuttered, trying to compose yourself and not focus on the closeness of his being.

“Don’t play dumb now, little one,” he smirked, “I know jealousy when I see it.”

He pressed you against his desk, cupping your cheek with one hand before leaning down to be level with your face.

“Why were you jealous, my girl?” he whispered, the smirk still evident on his much too smug face.

You shivered at the nickname, “I-I wasn’t,” your face was red, your voice was low almost a whisper.

“Hmm, don’t lie to me,” Lucius spoke, his tone reminding you of his superiority as he rested his cane against the desk and used his now free hand to squeeze your hip.

“I’m sorry,” you said as you broke your eye contact, feeling slightly embarrassed, cheeks burning under his intense gaze.

“Look at me, little one, no need to feel embarrassed,” he stroked your cheek softly.

You hesitated a moment before meeting his gaze once more, his eyes soft as he looked down upon you.

You swallowed down your nerves, your mind not fully being able to comprehend that this was happening, but you tried to ground yourself slightly by reaching your hands up to rest upon his shoulders.

“Lucius, please,” you whimpered, earning yourself another smug smirk from the man in front of you, but your whine was the only confirmation he needed before he leaned down to connect your lips.

The kiss was anything but slow, your mouths working hungrily against one another as your bodies melded together. Your arms were holding him close around his neck, your hands grabbing onto the black fabric of his jacket. His hands were placed firmly on your waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh; he used the grip on you to lift you onto the desk, your legs instantly spreading for him to get in between.

Your whine broke the kiss, your hips bucking involuntarily into his for friction. He chuckled, both of you breathless, his grip on your hip tightening to keep you in place.

“So desperate, little one,” he taunted, lightly grinding his hips into yours, a gasping moan ripped from your throat.

He picked at the hem of your skirt, “you’ve been driving me mad with all these small skirts of yours,” he said as he slowly started hiking your skirt up enough for your soaked panties to be visible for him.

“Is this okay,” he asked, pecking your lips a couple of times, waiting for your consent to continue with what he had planned.

“Yes, more than okay, Lucius,” you nodded quickly, leaning in to reconnect your lips in another heated kiss.

Your hands ran through his hair, feeling the silky blond strands between your fingers as he snuck his tongue into your mouth to work against yours.

Lucius broke the kiss, too soon in your opinion, which you made clear with a whine.

“Patience, my sweet girl,” he said with a grin; you tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear as you stared into his eyes, waiting for him to continue.

Slowly he got down on his knees before you, hiking your skirt up with a lift of your hips, your heart was beating fast with anticipation.

He placed a thumb right on the center of your panties before releasing a pleased hum, “look at that, all wet for me.”

You let out a small whimper, “Lucius, please.”

“What do you want? Use your words, little one,” he smirked.

Your cheeks burned, “please, want you to… taste me.”

His smile was wide as he dragged your panties down your legs, “good girl, such good manners,” he praised.

Lucius wasted no time, leaning in to place a kiss on your aching clit, pulling the nub between his teeth gently sucking before using his tongue to put pressure on it.

Your breath caught in your throat at the actions and multiple moans could be heard throughout the large office, your hands gripping his hair while also keeping him in place. His arms reached under your thighs, holding you to his face, his hands squeezing at the smooth flesh.

“Oh, my gods, Lucius,” you moaned, head tipping back as his tongue went in circles around your clit occasionally stopping to put pressure on it or to softly kiss the nub.

Shutters ran up your spine as you grew closer to the familiar feeling of an orgasm, your eyes fluttering slightly at the effort of keeping them open. Your right hand had moved from his hair to grab onto the top of his hand on your thigh; his hand loosened its grip on you, letting you place your hand under his, holding onto it for comfort.

“Lucius, I’m gonna cum,” you announced through moans, but it only made Lucius pull away from your drenched, pulsing cunt, prompting a disapproving whine to leave your mouth.

“Remember to use your manners, little one, that’s not how we ask for the things we want,” he scolded lightly, leaning into kitten lick at your clit to keep you right on edge.

“I’m sorry… please, may I cum, sir?”

Lucius smirked and hummed in content, “go ahead love,” he gave his approval before he dove back in, suckling at your clit till you were shaking in pleasure.

The pressure snapped, a loud moan torn from your throat as you came all over Lucius’ tongue, which he used to lick up everything you produced for him. Your hand gripped his tighter as he worked you through your orgasm, your vision blurred and your cunt pulsing around the air.

He gave one last kiss to your clit, making you jolt before he unhooked his arms from under your thighs and stood up to tower over you once more. He used his thumb to wipe away the wetness on his chin before guiding it to your mouth prompting it to open for him, suckling your release off his finger.

“Are you ready to take my cock in that sweet little cunt of yours, my sweet?” he asked to which you nodded furiously, with his thumb still in your mouth.

“Ah ah, words, darling,” he said with a stern look, “tell me what you want.”

He removed his thumb from your mouth to let you answer him, “fuck me, please.”

He chuckled at your bluntness but chose to let it slide as he reached down to free his painfully hard cock from his trousers.

With it freed, he lifted you with his hands hooked under your arms; you immediately wrapped your legs around his hips and clung to him as he moved you over to a wall of the office. He placed you against it, wrapping an arm behind your back holding you to him, his other hand placed behind your head.

He maneuvered your body down, his cock sliding into you with ease, both of you releasing simultaneous breaths of satisfaction.

He waited a moment for you to permit him to move, but your impatient nature shone through when you started moving your hips, trying to bounce the best you could in the position you were in. Lucius chuckled but understood and started moving, bucking into you, taking over for you.

You moaned, the overstimulation running through you at every thrust of his hips to yours. The feeling of his cock sliding into you slowly to savor the moment, his arm keeping you close to him and his hand holding onto the back of your head to keep you from banging against the wall, it was all heaven.

“You’re taking me so well, little one,” Lucius grunted, his thrusts picking up speed, to bring you both closer to your release.

Your fingers gripped onto his jacket tightly as your whimpers and moans picked up the frequency, “L-Lucius.”

You fell forward, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt yourself grow closer after each thrust of his hips, his hand followed your head, holding onto you tightly.

The tip of his cock deliciously prodded at your g-spot, his pubic bone dragging over your clit creating mind-numbing friction and you clenched around him.

He understood and picked up his speed, leading you right to the edge.

“Lucius, please may I cum?” You pleaded between moans, wishing desperately to be tipped over the edge he had left you on.

“Go on, cum for me, my sweet girl.”

With his permission you were over the edge in seconds, your body shaking and twitching in his strong grasp; your cunt pulsed around him as he thrust you through your release, but the sounds of your moans and the feeling of your warm walls milking him prompted his release.

He gave a couple of hard thrusts before he stilled and released a long deep moan, filling you with his warm seed. You moaned at the feeling, unburying your head to be face to face with him once more, leaning in to connect your lips in a slow kiss as he worked you both through your orgasms.

After he was done filling you up, he walked you over to the desk again, pulling out and setting you down slowly on shaky legs, yet he kept his arms around you to make sure you didn’t collapse. He grabbed the cane resting against the desk to collect his wand and clean you and himself up before he tucked himself away and bent down to grab your panties that were thrown on the floor.

He helped you put them on, tapping each of your feet to get them through and up your legs; Lucius kissed your thigh before rising to his full height again to smile softly at you.

“I still have work to do,” he stated, but he regret his tone after seeing your face drop ever so slightly in your bleary headspace.

“Oh, of course… do you want me to leave?” you avoided his eyes as you asked the question, afraid that he would say yes.

Lucius let out a light chuckle and shook his head, “of course not, you’ll stay here, darling girl.”

He hooked his hands under your arms once more, lifting you up, making you wrap your limbs around him once again. He walked around the desk towards his chair, sitting down on it with you, he turned you sideways on his lap so you could watch him work if you wanted to, but also giving you the freedom to just rest on him.

You watched his face, memorizing his features, thinking back to how nervous he made you, how scary he seems to everyone else and how lucky you were to have been granted access to a whole other side of him, only for you.

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Divorce 2 | J.P

Paring: James Potter X Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Reader goes through divorce with her arranged husband but sees her Hogwarts crush almost two years later at her Potions shop in Diagon Alley

Prompt: Holding hands while driving

After that moment in the Potions store, James came around a lot more, much to Leo’s excitement. It became customary for James to restock items or help brew potions despite his lower levels. Leo was ecstatic to have him around. The mischievous and playful James Potter always kept Leo excited.

James spent lots of time with both of them. Making sure they were both taken care of and loved unconditionally. Frequently James would stop by to make dinner for them while Y/n worked late shifts or take Leo out of the shop to give him an adventure. A year had passed, and James had a crucial question for her. The shop was empty, and Leo was upstairs - ecstatic for his new Hogwarts adventure.

“Love?” James called as Y/n stepped down from the ladder, “Yes?”

“Can you- Can you come here a moment?” James ran a hand through his hair as she walked in front of him, “What's on your mind?” Y/n questioned softly.

James was hesitant, “Move in with me.”

“What?”

“Move in with me, please?”

Y/n chuckled, flabbergasted, “James, that’s a big step.”

“I know, but I- I really want to be with you, all the time. I want to wake up to you every morning. I want to make you and Leo breakfast. I want to see you in a dreary state after a long day at work. I want to take care of you when you’re sick. I want to take Leo to Platform Nine and Three Quarters.” James swallowed, “I- I want to be the father Leo never got….” He murmured.

Y/n’s eyes turned soft at his muttered confession, “You- You mean it?” James nodded, “You want to be Leo’s father?” He nodded.

“I want to hug him before he leaves to Hogwarts all seven years. I want him to jump into my arms after his terms at Hogwarts. I want to watch him cause mischief and get those owls home. I want to write him letters to remind him that I’m here if he needs anything.” James’ eyes welled with tears, “I- I want to be there for everything.”

“I may not be his father biologically, but he is the closest thing I have to a son, and I’ll be damned if I don’t treat him like my own.”

Y/n wiped the stray tears away, “James, you need to understand that this is a big responsibility you’re taking on. You know there’s no one in this world I’d rather than you to be a true father to Leo, but I want to make sure this is truly what you want.”

“I’d want nothing more.” James swore, and Y/n smiled softly, “Then yes, we’ll move in with you.”

That night James, Y/n, and Leo were eating at the dinner table when James finally decided to speak up, “Leo?”

“Yes?”

“How- How would you feel about leaving this place?” James asked carefully.

Leo’s face contorted to one of confusion, “Leave? Why?”

“Leo…” Y/n began with a smile, “James wants to know if you want to move in with him.”

“Both of us?” Leo queried, looking at his mom and gaining a nod, “James wants us to live with him!?”

James’ features softened at the boy's excitement, “Only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to!” Leo exclaimed with a bright smile.

Leo jumped up from his seat and hugged James tightly, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

James chuckled and ruffled the boy's hair, “You’re welcome.”

Lots of packing came with moving. It was a lot of cardboard boxes. James insisted they do it the muggle way, wanting Leo to experience new things after growing up being a pureblood. James saw how sheltered Sirius was and didn’t want Leo to be the same. It was also the reason they took a car to James’ house. Leo was fascinated when he entered the back seat.

It made Y/n and James laugh at how the boy was so quickly excited. Leo always had a lot of energy and not many ways to exert it, but with James around, that energy never went to waste. James and Leo would spend hours walking around Diagon Alley or flying on broomsticks together away from the muggles. Leo would enter the shop breathless and hair in disarray. James not too far behind. It warmed Y/n’s heart to see her son so happy.

While riding in the car, James gently took her hand in his. It was a small gesture, but it made her blush. Leo stared out the window of the vehicle the entire time while James played music from the radio. It took about an hour, but eventually, they got to Godric’s Hollow. James parked the car outside - upon hours later, he confessed it was Remus’ car - and began putting the boxes in the house. It was about midnight when all the boxes were on the bottom floor.

Leo busied himself with an old spell book James gave him while the other two unpacked. Y/n was opening a cardboard box when two arms wrapped around her waist. Y/n rested her hands on his and leaned back into his embrace. James left a kiss on her cheek, relishing at the moment. His girlfriend in his arms and her - their - child on the couch.

It took a month to get everything in place. James and Y/n had settled in their room together. Leo had found sanctuary in his bedroom that they painted a deep blue color. Leo was always obsessed with the stars and constellations. Perhaps a gift he collected from his biological father. Zenix always had a way with the stars Y/n didn’t quite comprehend. James was always willing to listen to Leo talk about them, though.

Only days until Leo was due to leave for his first year at Hogwarts and Y/n, was wishing for more time with him before she had to send him off. She was well aware that he’d be fine, but it was still her baby. More often than not, she was still selling Potions at her potions store. James stayed home with Leo and took him out on adventures. But the week before Leo was supposed to leave, Y/n took off of work.

The following week was filled with school shopping, getting ice cream, exploring the muggle world, riding broomsticks, and playing board games. It was possibly the best time Y/n had ever had since before getting married to Zenix. Although marrying Zenix was something she never wanted, she did get something amazing out of it - Leo.

He was her pride and joy, so when they - James and Y/n - stood on the platform, Y/n felt like sobbing, but she didn’t. Instead, James was the one crying. Leo held his mom extremely tight out of nervousness and anxiety. Leo reeled back to meet his mom’s bright e/c eyes.

“You’ll be fine, honey. You’ll make plenty of friends.” Y/n assured, and Leo’s eyes welled with tears, “I’ll miss you.” He whimpered.

“I’ll miss you too, my love.”

Leo hugged her again. Y/n chuckled and wrapped her arms around him again. James stood beside him, quietly crying. Here he was - James Potter - crying over his stepson leaving for Hogwarts. He wasn’t expecting it, but Leo wrapped his arms around him too. He was quietly sobbing into James’ shirt. Y/n stood back and watched with a bright smile.

They pulled apart, and Leo’s eyes looked like an ocean with the glossy texture, “You’ll be okay kiddo. Raise holy hell for me, okay?” James chuckled tearfully, kneeling to Leo’s height.

The boy nodded and wrapped his arms around James' shoulders, “I love you, dad.”

Y/n was barely able to withhold a gasp, and James was sobbing, “I love you too, kiddo.”

The raven-haired boy pulled away and took one last look at his parents. Leo jumped on the train and quickly pulled down the window as the train began to move, “I love you, mom! I love you, dad!”

“We love you too, sweetheart!” Y/n exclaimed, and James wrapped his arm around her waist.

The adult male was crying with a smile on his face facing his girlfriend, “He called me dad!”

Y/n laughed, “I can’t believe it! He called me dad!”

“I’ve dreamt about this moment for months!” James laughed, “Is it everything you dreamed of?”

“It’s so much better.” James replied, kissing her lips sweetly.

Not every story starts great. Maybe you’re loved one rejects you. Perhaps you start a commitment with someone you never loved or fell out of love with. Maybe not every story starts excellent. But who’s to say you can’t change the end? The beginning of your account is just that - the beginning. James and Y/n’s start was dreadful, but they were determined to change the ending.

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september nights

request: i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.”

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.”

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door, feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you.

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you.

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations.

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed.

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne.

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special.

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again.

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his.

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek.

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers.

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs.

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

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