#entry in an unknown hand

[asoftepiloguemylove]

suddenly childhood ended and now i am supposed to know how to live

Franz Wright Entry In An Unknown Hand / Elena Ferrante (tr. Ann Goldstein) Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay (via @luthienne) / Jenny Zhang How It Feels / Anna Kamienska Astonishments / unknown / Gabrielle Bates & Jennifer S. Cheng So We Must Meet Apart / W. Todd Kaneko The Day After / image; SZA Blind / Ethel Cain Dog Days / @darkerthanerebus / pinterest

[apoemaday]

Entry in an Unknown Hand

by Franz Wright

And still nothing happens. I am not arrested.   By some inexplicable oversight nobody jeers when I walk down the street. I have been allowed to go on living in this   room. I am not asked to explain my presence   anywhere. What posthypnotic suggestions were made; and   are any left unexecuted? Why am I so distressed at the thought of taking   certain jobs? They are absolutely shameless at the bank—— You’d think my name meant nothing to them. Non- chalantly they hand me the sum I’ve requested, but I know them. It’s like this everywhere—— they think they are going to surprise me: I,   who do nothing but wait. Once I answered the phone, and the caller hung up—— very clever. They think that they can scare me.   I am always scared. And how much courage it requires to get up in the   morning and dress yourself. Nobody congratulates   you! At no point in the day may I fall to my knees and   refuse to go on, it’s not done. I go on dodging cars that jump the curb to crush my hip, accompanied by abrupt bursts of black-and-white laughter and applause, past a million unlighted windows, peered out at   by the retired and their aged attack-dogs— toward my place, the one at the end of the counter,   the scalpel on the napkin.

[multiverseofmisfits]

Do Cloud Retainer, Ei, and Yae count as grandmas?

"Calling an adeptus as 'grandma'? Hmph! One finds it preposterous!"

"I never recall anyone referring to me as a grandmother." Was that supposed to be disrespectful?

"Oh my. Do I have wrinkles that you think I'm a grandma?"

[apas-95]

Did you know that NASA engineers considered the failure rate of some critical shuttle parts to be about 1 in 100 (significantly greater than what NASA upper-management considered the failure rate to be, and what was considered at all acceptable by the certification process)?

Do you know that NASA engineers currently have no idea how many rocket launches the next mission in the Artemis program (in 2 years!) is meant to involve, because the mission plan relies on SpaceX being contracted to deliver a supply of cryogenic fuel to the crewed Orion (™ Lockheed-Martin) capsule in orbit - a procedure that 1: has never been attempted before on any spacecraft, let alone the Orion™ capsule, not even in uncrewed technology demonstration flights; and 2: would require an as-of-yet unknown number of SpaceX 'Starship' launches, because said vehicle does not actually exist at time of writing?

Did you know they're planning on using this 'starship' as the crewed lander? A design for a lunar ascent vehicle, that is, that does not use hypergolic fuel, that relies on a swing-out crane as the only entry and egress point? During the original moon landings, the LEM had so many redundant methods to make sure it got astronauts off the surface of the moon, that in the most absurd, extreme case, where every single mechanism fails, there's a procedure trained into the astronauts to climb around the outside of the capsule, take a pair of bolt-cutters from the equipment box, physically cut the couplings holding the capsule to the lander stage, and take off to get home. Artemis' proposed lander, on the other hand, is planned to be a vehicle whose design didn't even include heatshields until it was realised it would obviously need heatshields, which are ceramic tiles bolted after-the-fact directly through the steel hull, because SpaceX had decided to mass-produce the original-design hull sections all at once for all the 'starships' first, before doing any integrated testing.

We're seeing the exact attitude that led to the shuttle disasters not being prevented now expressing itself in (and even through) the Artemis program, a project pushed harder and faster through the gates than it should be, by a government (and NASA administration thereby) desperate to advance the eponymous Artemis Accords (that goes unsigned by China, Russia, and much of the world) and reneg on all previous space charters that onsidered ownership, commercial exploitation, and military usage of space forbidden. Something bad is going to happen, and it's going to happen for the sake of SpaceX and the military-industrial complex at large.

[snazzydwarf]

Dp x DC: Mind Traveller

Okay do y'all remember the old trope in DP fics of "Danny get's hurt by a ghost/machine and is now in a coma like state, the only way of getting him to wake up is to go inside his mind and meet different aspects of Danny's personality (sometimes it's looking through his memories)"

Okay yeah that but! Make it Dp x DC!

Maybe a war has broken out between the GZ and the GIW, conflicting information is being given to the JL from both sides, and so far their stuck between a rock and a hard place.

On one hand there's a whole species and town throwing allegations towards a Government organization about kidnapping, torture and experimentation.

Then there's the Ghost Investigation Ward saying they've been working withing legal limits, and haven't done anything wrong. It's not breaking the Meta Protection acts due to none of the "affected" having the Meta gene, and therefore not counting as a Meta.

Most GIW subjects had not survived when it had came to light, those who had "lived" could not come out of the Ghost Zone because of how fragile their cores had become, and everything was still too risky to send someone over on uncharted territories to get their statement.

The one option they had was a young boy they had found, although he was in a coma and hadn't woken up in weeks. The situation was getting more and more dire as the public and ghosts grew restless with every day that passed.

Martian Manhunter spoke to Danny while he was in his coma, however he was only able to access surface entry due to unknown reasons. This was enough to talk to the boy however, and gain permission to enter his mind and find out more about the situation they had all landed themselves into.

With written consent from both of Danny's parent's a small group of 3 JL members along with Jazz, Sam and Tucker ( who came along to clean up any confusion or questions they might have) journeyed into the mind of the young boy, not realising they are about to witness the rise and fall of a hero who was born to young.

[theapangea]

Think You Can Handle It?

Characters/ Pairings: Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are about to touch Lip Gallagher’s dick, maybe there really is a God.

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!!, hand job, blow job, swallowing, unprotected p in v, choking, hair pulling, gagging, female and male receiving, rough sex

A/N: I was blushing the WHOLE time I was writing this so that’s your warning lol. Hope you like it you little pervs ;)) I am trying to get better at writing smut so pls be nice! All mistakes are mine.

It wasn’t unusual for you to aimlessly walk into the Gallagher house. There were people always coming and going so they rarely locked the front door. And even when it is locked, like this time, the backdoor is kept open. 

The house is quiet when you open the door, a weird phenomenon that only happens once in a blue moon. Looking around through the entry ways to see if anyone is in the living room before making your way up the stairs. You can hear the hum of music from the far end of the hallway. A smile creeps onto your face as the Gallagher you are here to see is the only one home.

Lucky you.

Opening the door to the boys’ room, his head lifting from his textbook to see your cheeky smile staring back at him.

“What are you doing here?” Lip’s monotone voice echoes from the top bunk, a small hit to your ego.

“I’m borrreddd,” you whine, elongating the words. “So I’m here to bother you.” Your fingers graze along the wooden ladder as your other hand pushes the door shut. The locking sound clicks through the room. 

“Well don’t. ’ve got homework to do.” The annoyance in his voice is radiating.

Ignoring his command to leave as you are here for one thing and Phillip Gallagher is the only person that can help you out. Your eyes follow the dozens of posters that line the walls, head bobbing slightly to the music that fills the room, fingers trail against any object they can touch. 

Lip follows your every movement as you make a half circle around the room, only to disappear under his bed, just out of sight. Which, quite frankly, annoys the shit out of him. 

Sighing as he climbs down his bunk. “Can you stop snooping?” His chest lightly hits your back as his fingers graze yours, yanking the action figure that you held in your hand. 

His tone is soul crushing but his touch is euphoric, wishing it lingered just a bit longer. And as fast as he touched you, the faster he disappeared, tossing the toy in some unknown direction. 

Your mouth opens as you plan to say some snarky comment that will most likely make him laugh but when you turn around the only thing you can notice is his shirtless figure standing right in front of you- the messy bed head, the sleepy smile, the sheer fabric of his blue boxers, standing in between your eyesight and his cock. And boy was there something big begging to get out of those tight little shorts.

Definitely makes a girl have wild thoughts. And did those thoughts not want to be kept in.

Licking your dry lips as you tilt your head to the side, “You look like you have a big dick.”

He laughs, clearly caught off guard by your statement, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” It’s almost as though your tiny comment gives him some sort of ego boost as he stands straighter, puffing his chest out, the tent in his boxers growing more.

“That’s why I said something, dummy.” One of the few nicknames you have for him, rolling your eyes, “Look I know we’re supposed to hate each other and all but I have to admit that I find you really hot.” You’re unable to hold any sort of eye contact with him, shifting between his crotch area and a poster behind him. 

His eyes darken as he listens to your confession, “Wow I’m flattered,” The cockiness in his voice is thick, “You wouldn’t be able to handle me anyways,” winking at you.

The arrogance in his tone sends a shiver down your shine, a wet spot starting to form in your core. The comment really sends your dirty thoughts into overdrive, “So it is big huh?” Crossing your arms, having to physically stop yourself from showing any kind of enjoyment from this conversation.

“I don’t really like to toot my own horn, sweetheart.” One of the few nicknames he has for you, rolling your eyes as a quick response.

But you couldn’t help yourself but wonder if he was being honest or not. If The Lip Gallagher actually had a big dick or if it was just something all the girls were lying about. But they couldn’t all be lying, right?

“So can I see it?” You ask innocently, your gaze following along his silhouette.

He ponders the question for a second, contemplating the pros and cons of what could happen if you see his dick. In this case, the pros heavily outweigh the cons. Shrugging his shoulders before hooking his thumbs underneath the hem of his boxers and pulling them to the ground. His cock graciously bouncing in all of its glory as he stands back up.

Eyes wide as his member stands proud and tall right in front of you. The soft skin, pink head, pulsing veins, glistening wet pre-cum leaking from the slit makes it hard for you to look away. Definitely bigger than you thought it was going to be, not that you would admit that you pictured it one too many times. 

“Is it what you expected?” He questions, snapping you back to reality. Though you did miss thinking about how nice it would feel deep inside of you.

“I’d say better.” You barely get the sentence out as it bops slightly up and down.

The tension in the small room is thick and growing. You both stand there, not saying a word, not breaking eye contact unless it’s you sneaking another peek at his throbbing cock. 

“Can I touch it?” You speak softly, your voice barely audible above the music.

“Are you ready for that, princess?” Yet another nickname but instead of being annoyed, it was actually turning you on. The itching feeling between your legs is spreading through your body, shifting weight from one foot to another, anything to suppress the feeling for just a split second.

Nodding your head in response, your eyes big and doe-like. A quick nod from him signaling for you to approach. You can barely move at first, your legs locking from the heat growing in your core. 

You are about to touch Lip Gallagher’s dick, maybe there really is a God.

Taking a couple of short steps to close the distance between the two of you. The hot air of your breaths mixing together as you stare into his piercing blue eyes. Shaking slightly as your fingers graze the delicate top skin, wrapping the rest of your hand around his shaft. A short gasp spills from Lip’s mouth as you begin to stroke the silky skin from the base to the tip, squeezing gentling as you push back down his length. Feeling it grow against your palm, not believing that it can actually get any bigger.

Lip watches as you stroke his erection, barely able to speak. He’s had many handjobs in his years but something about how delicate you are being with him, the hints of innocence and curiosity as you hold his member in your hands. Something that is turning him on more than anything else in his whole life.

“So do you think you can handle it?” He asks as you lift your head, inches away from his face.

Choking on your words, “I'll definitely try.” 

Chuckling at your response before placing his rough hands on your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss, the hint of cheap beer and cigarettes fill your senses. Hand gripping tighter around his cock while Lip deepens the kiss. The soft moans vibrate against your lips as your hand starts to pump again, following your movement with his hips. 

His hands travels to the base of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair while tugging at your bottom lip, begging for his tongue to be let in, the taste of beer only intensifies when his tongue dances with yours. His right hand moves down to the small of your back, pulling you towards him, your body’s needing to be close to each other. 

His lips only leaving yours as he sits down on the edge of the bed by the window, his left hand still tangled in your hair as he pulls you down to kneel in front of him, the rough carpet digging into your knees. Using his free hand to pump his aching cock, holding it straight between his thumb and middle finger as your head dips down, lips hovering over the soft pink tip. Fingers digging into his skin as they drag along his thighs, body thrusting up begging for you to finally wrap your lips around his length. Finally allowing him to release the built up tension.

Centimeters above his dick, the taste of pre-cum practically already on your tongue. Your spit falls from your mouth, hitting his raw tip as you use it to lubricate the rest of the shaft. 

Wrapping your lips around his manhood, flattening your tongue so it lays flat against the sensitive skin on the bottom, sending his body into ecstasy.

A sharp breath inhales from Lip as he stares intensely at your actions. Hands immediately release from you to grip the bed sheet, needing some form of stability as you begin to take his shaft fully into your mouth, only about half way before it becomes too much. Using one of your hands to help cater to the rest of the length that you couldn’t fit, squeezing, pulling, twisting the base as your head bobs faster on his cock. The pretty moans escaping Lip’s mouth as you suck him off.

Moving all of your hair to one side so he can get a better look at you giving him a blow job, “Fuck,” is the only thing he can manage to get out as he buckles his hips underneath you, your mouth pushing him into bliss.

Forcing yourself down more against his length, gagging as you try to take more and more down your throat. The scene increasingly becomes messier as saliva is spilling from your mouth, coating his cock in the liquid. His hands immediately pushing down on the back of your head, his hips thrusting upwards, moving back and forth slightly as you gag against him. His dominant demeanor overflows the pool that leaks through your panties. 

With one final thrust, holding a second longer in your throat before releasing you. A much needed breath filling your lungs as you wipe the remaining saliva from your chin, mouth sore from his size. His hands instantly on your face again, his thumbs wiping away the tears that have steamed down your cheeks. His eyes are softer now, concern written all over his face as he examines you.

A small smile peaks through the messy strands of hair that fall in front of your face as you continue to catch your breath. His laugh rings in your ears as he realizes you are fine. Grabbing your hand, tugging light, signaling for you to stand back up with him. Once on your feet, his hands start to roam your body, pulling your old shirt over your head, exposing your bare breast to the warm, still air. 

Wrapping his arms around your waist, turning your bodies around with your back to the bed, lowering you down gently, his lips leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck. Sucking hard against your collarbone, purple bruises surfacing. 

Arching as he continues his trail down your chest, catching your nipple in his mouth. Licking, nibbling at your delicate skin, moaning in satisfaction. The trail of kisses as he moves to your other breast, using his free hand to massage the one he’s not attending too. 

Sliding his hands down your sides, goosebumps surface from where he once was. Hooking his fingers in your shorts, pulling them and your panties off of your legs, helping him in the process. Rough hands stroking against your bare legs, bringing them up above his head so that your naked core is exposed. 

The dirty smirk and dark eyes weigh on his face. Breath heavy as you can feel your wetness seep out of you. 

Digging his fingers into your fragile skin as they grip the back of your knees, bending your legs and pushing them closer to your chest, holding you in a submission position. His gray blue eyes fixated on yours while he places a small kiss on your tender clit. The small action making your wiggle under his grasp, the whine dancing around the room. A smile residing on his face from sheer satisfaction. 

Catching your sensitive nub in his mouth, humming against your clit as your body jolts towards him. Sucking and licking your raw center as you grind against his tongue. Your breath skips as he continues. 

Whimpering when he stops, placing small kisses down your folds until he gets to your entrance, sticking his tongue in to get a better taste. Mouth hooking onto your folds as his tongue tries to move deeper into your dripping core. His nose settles against your delicate clit, sending a shooting electricity through your body. Fingers tangling in his blonde locks as you hold him in place as he brushes against your sweet spot.

The overwhelming sensation builds through your body, pumping your blood with sin as his cold tongue mixes with your juices. Arching your back, eyes closed as he continues on his feast. Your moans floating around the room as he eats your pussy, rough lips, cold tongue pushing you so close to the edge. Your thoughts on Lip, his dreaming smile, hard dick, heat growing in your core as he continues to hit your sensitive spot. Enjoying your delicious juices as you ride his face. Body jolting, legs buckling as he helps you over the edge into heaven, your mind cloudy as you cum all over his tongue. Lip licking the remaining juices that have spilled down your butt.

The smirk resides on his face as he knows he did a good job. Standing as one of his hands is still holding onto the back of your thigh and the other is situating his dick to the entrance of your core. His tip turns more red as he grazes lightly between your folds. Your moans mixing as the pain of him not being inside of you becomes too much to handle.

“Put it in already,” You plead, grabbing the back of his legs, hoping that would make it accidentally slip in. 

“Needy baby.”

The two little words could have made you cum again right then and there but before you could even process what was going on, his length suddenly shot into you, pushing forcefully through your entrance.

“Fuck -” he moans, “You are so fucking tight.” The buzz of pleasure overcoming the both of you. Pushing deeper inside of your folds, feeling the head going further and further into your pussy.

His left hand abandoning your thigh to let both of your legs rest upon his shoulders, taking his hand to your neck, the purple bruises from his kisses finally appearing, wrapping his fingers around your throat, squeezing the sides gently as he increases his speed. The heat rises as he continues pumping, toes curling, back arching as he fucks you. 

Your center continues to leak, lubricating his dick and dripping around his balls that slam into you. Leaning closer to you, your legs the only thing stopping the two of you being chest to chest. Catching your lips in a passionate, wet kiss. Wrapping his arms around your head, bringing you closer to him. Slamming away into your tight core, expanding the entrance over and over again.

His aching cock flexing inside of your walls, building pressure as he continues his movement, holding you extremely close, never wanting to let you go. His name falls out of your mouth as he pounds aggressively into you. 

Toes curling, leg shaking, buckling under the pier ecstasy as his rhythm is pushing you more and more towards the edge. The dam is about to break and you are unable to hold it back any longer. The wave of emotion as you cum on his dick. 

“Fuck,” his thrust becomes increasingly messier, “‘m gonna cum baby. Shallow?”

The tiny moan of confirmation was all you could get out. 

One final thrust before he quickly pulls out and steps back to allow you to drop to your knees, smashing them roughly into the carpet. Wrapping your lips around his swollen cock, sucking as the delicious, hot liquid coats your mouth and throat. Deep throating as much of his cock as you can, his hand tousled in your hair, holding you down. 

The sound of you choking on his cock and his euphoric moans fill the tiny room. Pulling back as you catch your breath, wiping the spit and semen from the corner of your mouth. 

Smiling widely up at Lip, “Told you I could handle it.”

~~~

So what do you think???

Requests are open <3

[i-am-not-a-who-i-am-a-what]

so about the header that proceeded today's statement:

Viability as agent: Low

Viability as subject: None

Viability as catalyst: Medium

i didn't know what to think of this part of the entry at first, but the longer the statement went on... was the institute in this universe trying to manufacture avatars?

the dice can't do anything without someone to use them, they can't be an "agent" by themselves, but might be capable of manipulation, so in that aspect their viability is "low."

the dice could be a "subject" in the sense that they could use further studying, but the statement itself was a very thorough investigation of their workings, so in that aspect their viability is "none."

the dice seem to influence their holder to roll them, or at least find more victims to roll them, and could therefore be described as a "catalyst" for someone's becoming. but, as seen in the statement, their owner can give the dice to someone else (albeit not without consequences), so in that aspect their viability is only "medium."

so what about the line following all this, what does "Recommend referral to Catalytics for Enrichment applicability assessment" mean? if we go by this interpretation, i'd say it could mean the institute wanted to find a way to make the dice even more potent as an artifact, maybe even remove that pesky ability for their owner to reject them.

imho all of this this brings a whole new level of context to the events of episode seven, of unknown violent agents going after an influx of objects that seemed straight out of artifact storage. was that the nature of the titular "magnus protocol" first mentioned in episode four, the one that involved the starkwall group? containing or destroying potential artifacts before the institute could get their hands on them?

it also makes their "gifted kids program," and sam's link to it as one of the kids being studied, all the more horrifying to think about. was it not just avatars in general they were after, but child avatars specifically? no wonder gertrude got so defensive over the possibility of sam and celia dragging gerry back into the institute's business last episode, we all picked up on her clearly knowing more than she's letting on but now we might know the shape of that information a bit better.

and one final bit of food for thought... this statement had a lot of familiar themes, didn't it? free will or the illusion of it, gambling and not-so-random chance, the statement giver being done in by one final hit from what feels like a bit of an addition... all hallmarks of a certain mother of puppets. doesn't it seem fitting that "chester" would use this kind of statement to warn sam about what harm pursuing the magnus institute could bring to him, considering the one his voice might draw from? and doesn't it seem so painfully ironic that his warning seems to have only driven sam further into that web?

[anantaru]

AND HIS TEARS FLOWED LIKE FINE WINE

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — dainsleif has been touch starved lately and can‘t seem to figure out a way to get rid of it himself.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ —2.7k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, handjob, m.sturbation, dacry.philia, perv dain but also unexperienced dain, touch starved dain, a lil whiny

dainsleif was growing frustrated, annoyed and irritated— he couldn’t recall on how many times he had nervously cracked his knuckles to distract himself or occupy his mind with simple tasks such as blowing out air from his lungs, rolling his eyes, attempting to get rid of the tumbling blonde hair strands repeatedly poking his eye balls.

he‘s desperate and feels it all— cursoring for a quick relief. Every bump and scatter of his erection would forcibly press against the confines of his tight pants with the pesky material only adding onto the painful ache. it’s all too much and anything would do, really, as long as the big tent in his pants wouldn‘t grow any further. please.

what made this troubling experience even more taxing was that, at the outset, dainsleif tried to please himself through his dense garments, bashing his hips into his large palm and kneading down softly, squashing down on his balls, yet, it didn’t feel as good as when someone else was doing it.

frankly, it made his blood boil, that even he couldn‘t distract himself from his pinching needs, that someone like dainsleif himself could be driven so far up against the wall that he's now thrusting into his hand.

"fuck! fuck, fuck!" he swears in a manifold of phrases and slants into the wall for support, a soft moan falling over his sweet lips when he squeezes into his erection, "ah- curses, why now?!"

dainsleif's face mixes into a cramped expression as he continues while distressfully chewing on the inner surface of his cheeks. his knees were swirling with shakes, on the brink of feeling numb— but then, if this situation wasn't punishing enough, his eyes suddenly grow at the size of saucers, open wide, when he notices how someone in particular was pressing down on the door handle of the closed room, swiftly opening the entry to his chambers.

he doesn't know what to do, what to think, how to behave or what to say— but he's full of fear and fast moving when he pushes himself off the wall while spinning his back so it'd face the door, so the unknown person who let themselves in wouldn't catch the prominent bulge in his pants.

"dainsleif?"

he wonders if this day could get any worse.

why— out of all the people, does it have to be you to find him in such an embarrassing position as this one? "y-yes, what is it?" he exhales heavily through his nose and replies almost a little too swift, as if he had planned out a reply beforehand.

"um, why aren't you facing me?" his awkwardness made you wonder, your welcoming smile flattens as you return with a worrying glare, the subtle shakes in his legs too, most prominently his calfs, had made you think something terrible must've happened to him.

"i'm quite busy."

"busy with looking up at the ceiling?" you awkwardly giggle, stepping closer, "wait don't!" and he stops you with all the required power he currently was in possession of, "are you hiding something from me?"

just as it is not your place to pry or poke your nose all up his damned business, you were still in the mood to further provoke his density. "my oh my." you get closer— enough for him to sense the sweetened aroma of your fragrance.

dainsleif was fixedly averting his gaze from you, determined, "it's almost as if you're mad at me." and you imitate a pained tone now. he couldn't remember the last time he was this dedicated in something while also concentrating to ignore the twinge in his boxers— that was now, growing bigger at nothing but your voice alone.

"i'm- i'm not mad at you." he's squeezing his eyes together, not registering that you took another step closer, "i'd never be—." and he silently yelps when you, in a trice, place your palm on his upper back, taking him by total surprise.

"never be what?" you poke and he makes a mistake— cradling his head a little so he could face you after all, yet in shock and panic on how to proceed with utmost caution without blowing his cover, but also taking into account that he might cum untouched by the mere sight of your beauty.

"i could never be mad at you."

you see the concern in his mannerism, and an ink of a crooked smile, "are you feeling sick?" while now, his eyes had been fixed on you like a type of riveted shadow, you trail down his lower region and suddenly, on an impulse, all of it made sense to you. "oh."

"oh what?" he stares at you curiously but neutral and then realizes what your eyes were looking at.

in all honesty, he could die of embarrassed right now.

"you.." sloping your head to the side, you curse yourself underneath your irregular pants that you shouldn't have pried for once in your life.

"i'm so sorry, i shouldn't have-"

"no wait it's okay!" he cuts you off almost immediately and turns around, frowning, "i don't know how to fix that."

his pre cum had already soiled through the materials, outlining a deep pit in his pants, and you silently giggle to yourself, angling one of your hands to close around his heated cheek, smiling up and kindly brushing away the steamed hair strands bedaubed on his forehead, "why didn't you say anything?" a tentative whisper, nothing less, teasing his hopeful eyes.

as if he didn't think about it for the last ten minutes, he discloses to himself, in secret.

as a matter of fact, he had you pictured in his mind while roughly fucking into his hand.

he‘s truly awful, right? so nasty and lewd.

but dainsleif would imagine you doing it to him— sweetly encasing your smaller hand around his shaft and battering him up with his creamy cum. consequently, did he vulgarly fantasize about how you‘re bestowing him with a masterfully grand twist on the underside of his length, gripping around him and tracing the throbbing vein with your thumb until lingering your digits further into the base of his cock to knead his balls.

he thought about it— the whole time, wincing into the back of his hand at the unmixed imagination about you fucking him harder. and once you had been entering his room, there was nothing that could've torn off this shameful fantasy from his perverted mind.

"i didn't know what to say." he bluntly admits to you and his hand reflexively drew back to his bulge to press down, though you watch him tenderly, swiftly wrapping your smaller hand around his wrist to yank his arm away. "don't."

each word you spoke was making this scenario hotter, was turning dainsleif into a complete fool for you. Your sentencing was swinging in the steamy room, strong enough to have him wholly bleed into your skilled touch.

dainsleif delights into it, willingly, under the reflection of your warm skin on top of his.

he looks at you through puppy eyes, flickering up to watch and see what you're doing next. "let me do it." you purr and he listens, though content with reservations, "you- you really don't have to." but little does he know that you really want to.

you slump over into his chest so he could comfortably rest his head on your neck, silently mouthing over a sensitive spot on the damp skin.

"i don't want you to feel like you have to do this for me."

"i want this." your hand drifts off between his thighs, "i want this really really badly." and rest your cheek on his clothed chest while savoring in his needy, sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbones.

"so leave everything to me."

a low noise— something between a whine and a satisfied hum— blissful, enraptured, he was quite literally transported onto cloud nine. not only was he seemingly getting rid of the problem in his pants, but it was also you, without reluctance, aiding him as well.

he sees you, feels you and peppers you with sweet kisses as your hands eagerly unlatch his belt, the clamping resonate of the leather hitting the ground had his body captured in an involuntarily shake, the loudness spouting through the cold room.

with such loving embrace, you handled him with care, all of him, next— excitedly pulling down his pants and boxers respectively before freeing his aching cock. you spot the redness around it and dainsleif hisses at nothing but the freezing air making contact with his burning shaft.

you lick your lips at the arousing sight and watch his shy reaction through under your lashes, all sweetly and innocent.

dainsleif was cute— and for a moment you indulge and enjoy the view of a characteristically confident man gradually melting under your touch. how his jaw was closed off and his teeth rasped together, how he whined when you playfully ran your dainty finger over his quivering vein.

"dain." this damned nickname, it's homey and cradles a moderate warmth around his heart, "i‘ll make you feel good now."

you enter into it cautiously, as to not hurt him. starting off with unhurried but fitful strokes, placing plenteous attention on the tip especially, quelling the spilled pre cum over the velvety flesh and sleeving your entire palm with it.

as realized, this wasn‘t enough— even though he had a hard time containing himself and unmasked his longing for you, hiccuping when you allow him to bottom up into your hand, his pre alone wouldn‘t make it as pleasurable as possible for dainsleif.

so you did the only right choice in such a predicament— meaning, pawing your hand away while lifting it against your mouth, deliberately spitting into your palm two times.

you lure out a high pitched whine from his lips at the new required memory, forcing him to vocalize his pleasure. he's a panting mess, your mess, and it's more than evident when his hips purposefully push into you— clearly he must've lost his mind the second you stepped into the room, but he couldn't blame himself, you were so astonishingly sexy and beautiful— you can’t be real, you’re playing tricks on him. your contagious smile, or how all your clothes fit perfectly around your plump ass, accentuating your pretty figure.

it's been grueling working alongside you under such conditions and it makes his sizzling heart levitate around his chest that you‘re about to give him the best orgasm of his entire life.

his hands greedily drift over every inch and square of your hips and grab a fist full of your plush ass, heaving you towards him a bit more. Your hand curves around his stiff erection and moves up and down in leisure shifts, up and down, up and down, carefully gesturing your fingers over the sweltering patches he indulged and whined in the utmost.

dainsleif tosses his head to the side and slants into you, his fingers were sneakily crossing into the insides of your shirt to pull and fondle with your nipples while you‘re graciously letting him fuck your fist. He swallows back a whine when you use your other hand to touch his balls, trapping them in your palm to softly squish around them, a little more strength put behind and you massage them again, flattening down quite roughly but with enough observation to his responses— on what pleases him a little more prominent and what didn‘t.

"how does that feel?" you hum into his lips, placing a subtle kiss on each corner of his mouth to tease, "v-very good." he fervently nods and squishes his eyes shut.

"a-ah— good, good." he muses and snaps his rigid cock upward to fuck into you, using your hand as a fucktoy with his milky whites seeping down the sharp edges of your knuckles. It's entertaining, watching him crumble into pieces from your hand alone.

"more.. i need more." fuck, your hand feels so damn good and skilled it‘s bringing him to literal tears, his eyes felt heavy and he alternated between closing and opening them again, but then, they leap open wide when you directly spit on his tip to lubricate him further.

albeit, you can witness it after adding and fluctuating between your strength and the twists of your hand— the first out of his many bubbly tears beginning to trail down out of the corners of his glazed eyes, molars dwelling on his lashes.

you won't lie— but it crowds you with a closed hearing of pride that you were able to turn, the dainsleif, into a crying overstimulated mess of a man, but it makes you wonder how he‘d react with his cock being balls deep inside your puffy cunt, engulfed and dragged in and out of your spongy walls while you‘re constricting around him, milking him for all he‘s worth.

"it‘s okay." you’re smiling up all hot and breathless into his fuzzy eyes and blown out pupils, palming him securely, "just cum on me." and flatten your lips on his to muffle his honeyed cries, harvesting a silent proclamation of assurance.

with your body so close to him, dainsleif grits his teeth and moans out your name, blubbering chatter sewed together in midst the sobbing of his swellings and stings— you touched him in a way that had him whimper delicately, subtle but also hyper sensitive.

at the same time, you trawl over his angry head and feel how his thickened vein would throb and drum against your skin. It‘s absurd on how ridiculously harder he was in your hand and how the strangled moans were escaping him in between each of your enticing slides and seals— into the little tunnel of your hand— imagining it to be your battered cunt he fucks into, while he’s salivating in his mouth, threatening to spill it past his plump lips.

"fuck—im—close." he grunts, so needy, but with a broken tone, "im—close-close-fuck-i-" his stomach constricts, lurching with a closed off twist inside the deepest ends of it. and much to his deserved pleasure, with your last calculated thrusts, dainsleif cums all over your hand, tightening the muscles in his body to release his warm cum on you while still carrying on to drill his cock into your palm, letting you finish him thoroughly and milk him for good.

he exhales thickly, his erratic breathing bumped onto your lips as you peppered him with fleeting smooches around his face, drinking up all the dried up tears on his skin.

your hand was a mess, sticking together and you‘re lifting it up to parade it in front of his glowing eyes— so his cheeks would thrum in a snug enfold, even more wanting than before.

he could plunge head first into this, into the obscene bliss and joy you let him taste— moan at the bestowed vision of you lapping up his salty cum and humming after each gulp, like it’s the best flavor in the world while patiently waiting for it to twist on your tongue and mix with your saliva.

it's hard to remember your surroundings while being engaged in such situations as he almost collapsed on top of you if it weren‘t for the wooden desk supporting your weights from behind. "I'm— sorry." he coughs to hide his embarrassment.

"it’s okay dain~" there it was again, the nickname that made his knees shudder, but only when you said it. "you must be tired." while you had your fair share of fun tonight, you’d never give up on an opportunity to mess with him "yeah.." because, admittedly— dainsleif was adorable, cute and handsome at the same time. you're starting to think that maybe you should visit him more often.

regardless of such, dainsleif was continuously breathless and fucked out even after a couple minutes of resting, he pants, now whines, when you linger your wet tongue over his jawline and kiss the dewy spots. "good job." you coo with a deep self satisfied smirk and group your lips into a well pleased grin for him to see.

he couldn't handle your growing ego, but the clear confidence you showed was maddening and turned him on— he clicks his tongue and humorously shakes his head the second he thinks about the upcoming meet ups with you and how you’d mention this filthy encounter in the worst possible times.

at any rate, he lets you indulge in it momentarily, because maybe— only maybe, there will be a short split in time where he can redeem himself and please you matchless and beyond all comparison, so you could be faced with an equal amount of thrill.

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[cupids-chamber]

— INTRODUCING THE CONCUBINES / CONSORTS + others ♡. The first part and it's over 1k words hahdk

. LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ; The second prince of the neighboring country; married the emperor for what is presumed to be diplomatic reasons; he has his entire family's support and backing, allowing for the utmost comfortable experience. Though many assume Leona married into the harem for political reasons alone; Leona had many more prominent and dignified proposals that he had denied blatantly in the past and his family had never truly pushed him to get married- his brother preferred giving him freedom and free will… and yet he married into the harem? An union which was more than unlikely to be accepted by the lion?.. Why would he agree to this marriage.. Could there be a reason? 

. RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS ; Riddle comes from a high ranking family; his family owns multiple pharmacies and is a known name in the medical district, his family has treated royalty and many other foreign diplomats in the past; originally he had no plans in joining the harem, despite being a palatable candidate for a high ranking position, the stories and fights he’s heard of in the past, regarding the harem made him decide that it was better off marrying into a normal noble family then royalty; but per his mothers request he joined into the brutal playground that is the royal harem, thankfully his unique magic puts him at a advantage in any fights that may occur. 

. JADE/FLOYD LEECH ; Many say that twins are attached to the hip and would follow along everywhere the other goes; and this seems to be the case for this pair. The Leech family had been a pillar for the empire and helped the emperor for many years; they've played a role in imperial politics, hand in hand with the emperor for multiple generations by now. Though many could argue the pair married into the imperial family to strengthen the relationship and political bond between the two families; in reality only one son marrying into the family would have the same effect.. So why did the pair decide on such a decision?

. TREY CLOVER ; Trey’s family owns the emperor's favorite bakery; Trey fell for the emperor at a young age, even among first sight. Yet he remains blissfully unaware and in denial of his feelings for the emperor, burying them deep into the enraptures of his heart. He enters the palace as a concubine and before this entire ordeal he’d send baked goods to the emperor, preferably the emperor's favorites with recommendations of other sweets they should try; he’d continue sending these baked goods to the emperor after his entry in the palace; which in return allowed him to gain the emperor's favor quickly.

. KALIM AL ASIM ; A wealthy mercenary heir, of the biggest mercenary there is. Kalim was brought up as a candidate for the emperor's official partner; and for some peculiar reason he agreed to join the harem. Reasons of interest are unknown and even his parents were shocked when he decided so, but the public is quite interested in knowing why the ever so charming heir of what seems to be one of the richest- if not richest families around, married into the royal family's brutal playground. 

. JAMIL VIPER ; Background is unknown; ?????.. information unattainable. 

. YUUKA ; Emperor's closest companion, personal guard, and childhood friend. Seems to know a lot about the emperor and their whereabouts, quite a few concubine candidates contacted them in advance and tried paying her for information- but her loyalty resulted in her denying all offers. The emperor reaches out to her for advice and care, onlookers describe their relationship to be too close for comfort.

. YUUKEN ; One of the emperor's most trusted guards and close comrades; the pair became friends in childhood as they studied under the same teacher/mentor, their friendship continued to blossom and strengthen over the upcoming years and into the emperor's youth. The two can be spotted alongside Yuuka, another close companion, having tea in the garden. Though these meetings occur less nowadays as the Emperor, the pair of guards become all the more busier. 

. CHE'NYA ; Che’nya often finds himself sneaking into the gardens of the imperial palace; these visits increased when the new emperor was crowned, as the palace being in a stir allowed his visits to be more frequent and carefree. However recently he was caught on his expeditions by the emperor themselves, this channeled a sort of cat and mouse relationship between the pair. Che’nya could have gotten an higher rank in the harem, yet only decided to send his application in after he met the emperor in the garden; due to his curiosity, but the late application only earned him the role of a concubine. (Which he was fine with) 

. VIL SCHOENHEIT ; Originally a candidate for the position of the Emperors official spouse and was planning on giving up the role after hearing of the Emperors announcement; yet pushed for the role of an Imperial consort after hearing that his longtime rival would be joining the harem. He has a strong backing as a high ranking court official's only child. He’s confident in his abilities and can make some devilishly succulent tea; though he prefers not doing manual labor and focusing more on skills he finds to be useful and not minor. 

. NEIGE LEBLANCHE ; Had seen the emperor before while they were still training to become an heir and wasn’t yet crowned as the heir to the throne. At the time he was told to keep a distance from them, and Neige was raised in a strict military family; so he complied easily. However, he claims from the very first day he laid his eyes on the emperor, that it was true love and as such he convinced his parents to send in a letter of recommendation for him; though it would be a challenge to say the least, Neige’s strong backing allows him to be accepted easily. Thankfully he has company, as his childhood friend Vil will also be entering the palace.

— THE CONCUBINE GAME !! ♡. Synposis ; After many months of persuading, the emperor, Y/N L/N had finally agreed to take in a select few concubines and consorts—not an official partner.. but concubines. This caused an uproar in court; however the emperor promised to choose an official partner; amongst the crowd of concubines and consorts.. Who will the emperor choose?

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[pasukiyo]

Got two ideas here (you can chose the want you one or both)

Tom’s reaction to y/n being a parselmouth

OR

Y/n having a snake as a pet and when she learns tom can speak to snakes shes like “oh my god plz tell her/him that I love her/him”

Bonus if they end up 🌶🌶

𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | tom riddle

tom riddle x f!ravenclaw reader warnings: smut, moaning myrtle??? 5,812 words notes: made some minor tweaks to request summary: when you learn that hogwarts’ very own head boy is a parselmouth, you wonder what else his tongue can do…

 “Oh, come on! We’re seventh years! We should be setting an example for all the younger students! Live a little, Millie!” She exclaimed as she and the fellow Ravenclaw girl, Millicent Snyder, stood outside the entrance to the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. A lock of golden hair was twirled around Millie’s forefinger as she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes darting back and forth between her friend and the bathroom door. Her friend waited impatiently for an answer, arms crossed over her chest, her foot tapping against the stone floor below. 

 At last, Millie shook her head again, taking a few steps back. “No,” she said, and her friend sighed, dropping her shoulders. “Nobody goes in there for a reason. And you know what happened to that girl.”

 She rolled her eyes, “Millie, even if there’s a ghost in there, there’s ghosts all around the castle. What difference does it make?” Millie’s brow knitted together and she pursed her lips, now crossing her arms over her own chest. “Because… because, well…” Millie squeezed her eyelids together and sighed, throwing her hands down at her sides. “…you’ve heard what the others have said. The ghost in there is annoying. All she does is cry and moan and gets angry at you for just being there.”

 If Millie was trying to convince the girl to not enter, it wasn’t working. Millie watched as her friend began to walk backwards towards the entry door, and she winced when her palm fell flat against the wood. “Look, if you don’t want to go in, then so be it. You’re just acting like a child,” she said before pushing her way into the bathroom, leaving Millie alone in the hallway. 

 Once she was inside, she scanned the bathroom— no cries could be heard, and to be quite frank, the restroom looked as she remembered it, perhaps a bit dirtier than it had been before. There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary there, at least, not right at first. She could even feel laughter bubbling in her chest at how hesitant Millie had been— as far as she was concerned, there was nothing to be afraid of in here.

 And that was until she heard something.

 She looked to the circular-shaped sink in the middle of the bathroom, a strange, unfamiliar hissing noise permeating the room. It was quiet, almost too quiet to hear but there, definitely there. Could this be the girl whose ghost has been haunting the restroom?

 On the tips of her toes, she made her way towards the sinks, each step careful and calculated as she tred closer to the source of the sound. She leaned forward and tilted her head to try and grab a better look, but before she could, the hissing noise stopped altogether. With her brow furrowed, she stood back up, wondering if it had been her mind playing tricks on her after all. 

 Until she felt something grab ahold of the hood of her robe, and she gasped as she was jerked backwards, stumbling into an unknown force behind her. 

 She could feel a rush of anger surge through her, assuming it must’ve been Millie trying to play a trick on her. With a thread of insults on the tip of her tongue, she pivoted around on her heels, ready to tell her friend off but when she peered up into the eyes of the figure behind her, she froze. 

 Her heart rattled in her chest as she gazed deep into dark, ebony eyes, feeling as though she were under some sort of trance. Hogwarts’ very own Head Boy, Tom Riddle now stood before her, pale face covered in shadow, and he loomed over her like a tower, shrouding her in darkness. Her irises flickered down to his shoulder, and even in the dark she could see the brilliance of his Head boy badge, just over the Slytherin one on his chest. Her mouth twitched with the intention of speaking but what could she say? Technically, she was still allowed to use this restroom, even if none of the other girls would, and it was still the girl’s bathroom after all. So what was he doing in here? Was he the one making those hissing noises?

 “T… Tom,” she managed, clasping her hands together before her. “You frightened me.”

 Tom said nothing at first, his jaw tense as well as it was tight while his heated gaze bore into her skin, making her feel hot, sweaty even. She blinked and looked away, her hand clasping around her elbow and giving it a squeeze. Her heart was pounding against her chest— between his intense stare and his hauntingly handsome features, she was already spiraling into a shaking, pathetic mess. 

 “My apologies,” Tom said at last, and she jumped, daring to look back up at him. “It was not in my intentions to scare you.”

 She looked away again and scanned the bathroom once more, eyeing the empty green stalls on the far wall. She narrowed her eyes at the tops of one of the doors, swearing she could see the bluish-white ghostly head of a girl before it ducked away again, disappearing from view. She blinked again— perhaps it had just been her mind playing tricks on her. 

 “Forgive me for asking, Tom,” she said carefully, wetting her lips before continuing. “But what are you doing in the girl’s restroom?”

 It was a question that would’ve caught any man off guard, but if it did to Tom, he certainly didn’t show it. He merely blinked, his same vacant yet still somewhat stern expression on his face. “I thought nobody would want to come in here. Just needed a place to think to myself,” he replied simply, his gaze just slightly darkening as he stared down at her. “I suppose I was wrong.”

 She immediately shook her head, “no! No, you… you’re right,” she stammered. “None of the girls ever come in here anymore. Not after what happened to Myrtle Warren and all…”

 Tom’s eyes flickered over to the sinks for a moment, and she tried to follow his gaze, but Tom now paced slowly in front of the sinks, hands clasped behind his back. “I see,” he hummed. “So why do you come in here?”

 She suddenly felt hot again. This was the most she’d ever spoken to the Head Boy— for the last seven years, she’d only watched him from afar much like the other girls in the castle, fawning over his good looks and gushing over his cleverness. She never expected to be here, in the allegedly haunted second floor girl’s restroom, talking directly to Tom Riddle himself. 

 She cleared her throat, “I… I was… dared, you see,” she winced as she spoke, damning her voice for wavering. Tom simply watched her with the same blank expression, seemingly neither interested nor bored. He stayed silent, as if he was waiting for her to continue. She gulped the lump in her throat back down, smoothing her palm up and down her arm. “All the girls say the ghost is awfully irritable. Just… wanted to see for myself.”

 Tom remained silent, and she found herself looking anywhere but at him. Her face was so hot now, she swore she could feel beads of sweat drip down the sides of her face. Finally, he looked to the green stalls on the far wall, blinking at the same door she swore she saw the ghostly girl before. 

 “I, for one, have never encountered this ghost you speak of,” he said, his voice deep and unshaking, a stark contrast to her own. “Perhaps, these rumors you speak of are false.” 

 He was so nonchalant. It was as if being caught in the girl’s restroom had absolutely no effect on him whatsoever, as if it was a normal, everyday occurrence. She found herself trying to come up with something to say, to somehow take the moment and stretch it out even further so that she could spend just a little more time with Tom Riddle. Her mind raced back to moments before Tom unveiled himself, to the strange noise she had heard before. 

 “Perhaps you are right,” she replied at last. “But… when I first came in, I heard something…” Tom’s head snapped her way, making her shrivel into herself just a bit, wondering if she was never supposed to bring it up in the first place. “…hissing. I think… I heard hissing. Do you think that was her? The girl who died?”

 For a moment, Tom was frozen where he stood, merely eyeing her up and down with eyes of dark obsidian, just as dark brows knit together. She shuddered in her place, giving her forearm a squeeze as Tom drew near. So near in fact, their breaths now seemed to be one in the same, his glare hardening as he stared coolly into her eyes, as more of a warning than anything else. 

 “Whatever it is you think you’ve heard, I would advise you to forget about it,” he hissed, a complete change of tone and demeanor, much unlike how he was before. She flinched at the sharp clip of his tone, now wanting nothing more than to dig herself a hole and crawl inside. “You are to stay away from here, and tell no one you saw me. Do you understand?”

 She met his eyes again, lips pressed tight together as she answered with a slow and careful nod. With the same icy scowl upon his face, he leaned away, but the phantom of his breath still lingered on her hot skin. And it was in that moment that she realized just how much she liked being so close to Tom Riddle, that she realized that he had managed to carve his own initials deep into her bone marrow, his name and just the mere idea of him now seared like a brand into her flesh. 

 Her throat felt sharp and dry at this epiphany, and now he was  so close to her, even threatening her but still, she found herself wanting to draw nearer, to be as close to him as possible. 

 Her mind wandered to the years before, to a time before rumors of the second floor girl’s bathroom being haunted, when all the attacks on Hogwarts students— primarily muggle-borns— were taking place. She remembered the day she heard the news that a fourth year girl in her own House had been killed, a rather unpopular girl who seemed unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She remembered how even she, too, felt the feeling of fright linger, wondering who would be next, when this mysterious monster or whatever it was would strike again. 

 But she also remembered when the news broke that the perpetrator of the attacks was none other than Rubeus Hagrid, and that Tom Riddle had been the one to catch him. She remembered watching as Tom was given the Special Award for Services to the School as she, along with the rest of the school, practically fell to their knees worshiping him. He was a hero! He had caught a murderer! And sure, she’d found him just handsome before but she remembered how entranced she felt by him, how even though he was quite the mystery, she wished to be the one to figure him all out. 

 Seeing him here now in this bathroom certainly didn’t help her case at all. 

 All she knew for sure was that the longer she stayed like this, so close to Tom she was practically breathing him in, she was screwed. 

 So she backed away when she realized this was her cue to leave, clawing at the fabric of her robe with her nails as she turned to make a beeline for the door, not daring to peer back at him as she quickly pushed it open, letting it slam shut behind her. Millicent Snyder jumped when her friend emerged from the second floor girl’s restroom, her chest heaving as she panted, appearing more winded than before. 

 “Are you alright?” Millie asked, resting a hand on her shoulder. “What happened?”

 She gulped, the image of Tom and his coal black eyes gazing deep into hers burning her mind, spreading through her like a wildfire. 

 She shook her head. “Nothing,” she replied. “The toilets were just… out of order.”

 “You’re staring.”

 She narrowed her eyes as she turned towards Millie where she sat beside her, chewing on the piece of pork chop she had just placed in her mouth. “I’m not staring,” she argued, turning her head to glare down at her plate instead. 

 Millie, too, narrowed her eyes and glanced over to the Slytherin table where the Head Boy sat, his friends seemingly bickering around him while he remained expressionless, tipping the contents of his cup into his mouth. She peered back over to her friend as she pushed food around her plate, distracted, clearly trying her hardest to not look up towards the Slytherin table. The dots were already seemingly connecting themselves in Millie’s head, and at the realization, she gasped and brought her hand to her lips, widening her eyes. 

 “Oh, don’t tell me you fancy the Head Boy,” Millie smiled behind her hand, even when her friend snapped her head towards her to glare. “I don’t fancy him,” she hissed, but the slight flush on her cheeks and the way she couldn’t say it looking Millie in the eye said it all. 

 “Oh, Merlin,” Millie giggled, setting her fork down onto her plate and turning her body to face her friend. “And to think you’ve gone seven years without so much as even batting an eyelash at a boy.” She pursed her lips at Millie, repeatedly stabbing her mashed potatoes with her fork. “I’ve gone on dates,” she replied, scowling at her food.

 Millie narrowed her eyes, “well, I wouldn’t say snogging William Battleton of all people for a bet counts as a date.”

 “It was in Hogsmeade. At Madam Pudifoot’s, no less.”

 “Still doesn’t count.”

 She turned to Millie again, slightly more annoyed than she was before. “So what if I have a thing for Tom Riddle?” She asked. “Is that so much of a crazy, outlandish idea to believe?”

 Millie snickered behind her hand again, “so you admit it? You do think about snogging the Head Boy?” She only scowled to her plate again, leaving Millie to erupt into a giggling fit. “This is wonderful. Look, there goes your boy now,” Millie chuckled, gesturing with her head towards the double doors to the Great Hall as Tom approached them, throwing them both open before him. “Now’s your chance to ask him to accompany you to Hogsmeade. We’re only at Hogwarts for a few more months, you know.”

 She watched as Tom and his perfectly wavy noir colored hair disappeared behind the doors of the Great Hall, the black of his robes trailing behind him as he walked. She blinked at the doors for a moment, shaking her head when Millie jabbed her elbow into her side. 

 “You’re hopeless. Staring again.”

 She pursed her lips at Millie again, “where was this attitude yesterday when you were too scared to use the restroom on the second floor?”

 It was Millie’s turn to glare this time, and she tossed her golden hair over her shoulder, making sure the ends slapped her friend in the face in the process. “Just go.”

 She narrowed her eyes at Millie and grumbled as she heaved herself from her seat, unable to tear her eyes from the entrance of the Great Hall. Although annoyed, Millie couldn’t help her snickering as she watched her friend make her way over to the exit, smiling as she placed another piece of pork chop into her mouth. 

 She had finally reached the double doors of the Great Hall, throwing them open and peering around the corridor outside as the sound of the doors closing behind her bounced off each stone wall. Of course, he was nowhere to be seen now. 

 But she had an idea of where he could be. 

 She made her way up the Grand Staircase, turning down the corridor of the second floor, the voices coming from the paintings on the walls muffled and distant. All she could hear now was the beat of her own heart as it pounded against her chest, already itching to see Tom Riddle again. Her feet moved to their own accord and before she knew it, she was standing in front of the door leading into the second floor girl’s restroom, her fingers twitching as they reached for the doorknob. 

 Her blood ran cold as she twisted it, slowly peeling the door open to once again reveal the dark and abandoned bathroom, pools of water from the sinks on the floor. The sound of the door closing behind her permeated the room as she gazed towards the circular sink in the middle of the restroom, but Tom was nowhere to be seen. Could she have been mistaken? Perhaps he hadn’t come in here after all.

 “What are you doing in here?”

 Her lips fell apart in a gasp as she jumped, clutching the chest of her robes as she spun around on her heels towards the green stalls on the far wall where the ghostly figure of a girl with pigtails and big, round glasses peeked her head from the top of. She blinked— she’d seen this girl before, back when she was still alive. 

 “Myrtle?” She asked. “Myrtle Warren?”

 The young Ravenclaw girl peeked her head a little further out from the stall, her eyebrows knitted together as she eyed the older girl. “Hmph. I remember you,” Myrtle chided, grasping the edge of the stall door. 

 She tilted her head as Myrtle emerged through the green stall door, her lips pursed in a pout. “Why do you say that as if you didn’t like me?” She asked, curious. Myrtle’s eyes narrowed behind the circular lenses of her glasses, her arms crossed over her chest, and she huffed, turning her head to the side. “You were always so nice to everyone but never thought to tell the others to stop picking on me,” Myrtle remarked. “You’re just as bad as the others.”

 She furrowed her brows and dared to take a step toward the ghostly figure of the girl, but Myrtle only raised her nose higher, her head still off to the side. She sank her teeth into the plush of her bottom lip and rolled it around, contemplating her next words. 

 “I’m sorry, Myrtle,” she began carefully, testing the waters. Myrtle peeled a single eyelid open and peeked over to where the older girl stood before closing it again, turning further away. She sighed and mentally rolled her eyes before continuing, “I hadn’t any idea you were being bullied, I swear! I don’t know everything that goes on in the castle, you know.”

 At this, Myrtle pressed her lips tight together and turned, eyes narrowed as she drew close to the older Ravenclaw, her pale, ghostly face mere inches away from hers. Goosebumps littered her skin and she shivered, suddenly feeling cold. 

 “YOU NEVER KNEW?” Myrtle shouted and she winced, leaning away from the girl. “HAH! AS IF I COULD EVER BELIEVE THAT! YOU CAN’T TELL ME YOU NEVER HEARD THE THINGS THEY USED TO CALL ME! UGLY MYRTLE, STUPID MYRTLE, MOANING MYRTLE!” 

 Myrtle turned her back on the older girl now, her pigtails whipping behind her as she sniffled. “Nobody ever stood up for me,” she murmured, her voice now soft and wavering. She could feel her eyebrows knit together in pity for the poor girl, and she stepped closer towards the ghostly figure of Myrtle Warren. 

 “I’m sorry, Myrtle,” she sympathized. “I truly am.” 

 Myrtle peered over her shoulder to the girl, sniffling again before taking her round glasses off her nose, wiping the lenses with her fist. “You’re not here to see me, are you?” Myrtle asked, bottom lip jutted in a pout. “You’re here to see that boy. The one who always makes those terrible noises.”

 She tilted her head again at this, narrowing her eyes at Myrtle in question. “Noises?” She asked, and Myrtle nodded. “He makes hissing noises all the time,” she replied, scrunching her face in disgust. “I’ll bet it’s to tease me. Everybody was mean to me when I was alive and they’re still mean to me now! Why should I be surprised?” 

 Myrtle’s bottom lip curled again as crystals of tears slid down her pale cheeks, and her body wracked with a sob. “Myrtle, don’t cry,” she tried to soothe the ghost, taking a step forward but before she could reach her, Myrtle suddenly froze. 

 Myrtle blinked, her lips agape as her words dissolved on the tip of her tongue. She furrowed her brows as Myrtle stared at something behind her, and she tilted her head. “Myrtle? Are you alright?” She dared to ask, but Myrtle never replied, her eyes still fixated on something behind her. “Myrtle?”

 Just before she could turn to peer over her shoulder, Myrtle gasped and began to wail, shriveling into herself before flipping towards the toilets behind her, disappearing behind one of the green stall doors. 

 “Myrtle!” She called after the girl, but just as she took a step toward the green stalls, another voice permeated the room, making her skin crawl and the blood that rushed through her veins freeze.

 “So you’re following me.” 

 The hair on the back of her neck stood erect when she jumped, and slowly, she turned to face the source of the voice. 

 And there Tom Riddle stood, his eyes narrowed in a glare, skin pale but still as hauntingly beautiful as ever. Her breath hitched in her throat as her face began to grow hot, and she shriveled into herself, suddenly wishing she, too, could join Myrtle in hiding in one of the bathroom stalls. Tom Riddle loomed like a shadow, eclipsing the light from the candles on the walls. She felt as if she could dig herself a hole and crawl into it— but all the while, she felt herself being pulled deeper into him, blinded by her own curiosity. 

 “Tom!” She squeaked, clearing her throat. “I was… I wasn’t… I was just—“

 “Just following me even after I told you to stay away?”

 She looked up into his blisteringly cold eyes, his gaze piercing through her, and for a moment, she had the feeling he could read each and every one of her thoughts, as if she were an open book. The thought occurred to her that Tom may know her better than she initially thought, that he knew much more about her than she did about him. 

 She shuddered at the thought. 

 She opened and closed her mouth, words dying on the tip of her tongue. There was nothing she could say— it appeared that he knew all too well why she was here. Her gaze lowered to the floor— it was easier than admitting it aloud, anyways. 

 For a few prolonged moments, it was silent, save for the pounding of her own heart against her chest. Then she could hear footsteps, and she flinched when his feet came into view, stopping just before her. She didn’t dare look up, at least, not until he gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her eyes to meet his once again. 

 She trembled in the palm of his hand. 

 “Do you believe her?” He asked, and she blinked at the sudden question, unable to unscramble the jumble of thoughts in her head. She furrowed her brow and shook her head, her lips falling agape with the intent of speaking, but once again, her words fell dead at the tip of her tongue. Tom only leaned in closer, “she said I am terrible. Do you believe her?”

 The lump at the base of her throat weighed like a boulder, her attempt to swallow it back down coming to no avail. She was tranquilizer beneath his stare, glued to her spot on the floor. His grip on her chin was gentle, never pressing too hard into her skin. But still, she didn’t dare move. 

 “I…” she managed, her mind a tempest, unable to pluck a complete, coherent sentence from the mess. “…I don’t…”

 A haze glazed over Tom’s coal black irises, and he stepped closer, her chin still in his palm. Her bottom lip quivered when the pad of his thumb ghosted over it, and she just felt so small beneath him, but she couldn’t bring herself to break away from his gaze. It was as if she was bewitched, under some sort of spell. 

 “What if what she says is true?” He asked, and her brow wrinkled, confused. What is he saying? That he did make those noises yesterday? But it sounded like hissing, like a snake. 

 She’d read about the language of serpents before, but it was an extremely uncommon skill. If Tom could speak Parseltongue, then that meant…

 Tom could see the realization as soon as it washed over her face, but he was surprised to see she didn’t recoil, didn’t even try to fight and tear away from him. Instead, her eyes filled with wonder, curiosity. And she was pulling towards him, as if she couldn’t stop herself. 

 The corner of Tom’s lips curved in a smirk. He had her hooked. 

 Her mind was racing. “It… it was you?” She asked, searching through the murky black of his eyes, falling deeper into his pit of darkness. “You were making that noise yesterday… you were speaking… which makes you a…”

 She trailed off, shaking her head as her chest heaved, her heartbeat drumming in her ears. Tom simply said nothing, but through the fogginess of his eyes, she could see light— almost as if he were amused, urging her to continue. 

 She took a deep breath, “…Parselmouth.”

 Still, Tom said nothing, but her suspicion was confirmed with a slight bow of his head. She was spiraling, sure, Tom Riddle was peculiar before but this only unlocked a plethora of new questions. Who was he? Who are his parents? His grandparents? Great-grandparents? Could he be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin— Serpent-tongue— himself? 

 What else could he do, being a Parselmouth?

 The question made her cheeks grow warm and she shifted where she stood to press her thighs closer together. Tainted thoughts swarmed her mind, the image of the boy in front of her doing rather unholy things to her taking forefront in her brain. She blinked, looking away as she desperately tried to rid her head of these thoughts— he was standing right in front of her for Merlin’s sake!

 But it was as if Tom could read her mind, for he gripped her chin once again, stepping closer until they were impossibly close, his eyes surging into hers like two waves in the middle of the ocean. She pressed her lips together tight until they formed a thin line as her gaze flickered to Tom’s, watching as they parted and he said, “your mind is racing. I can feel it.”

 She almost moaned at the sound of his voice, deep and rich like velvet, smooth as silk. She stayed silent, watching with bated breath as she waited for him to continue. The pad of his thumb soothed just below her bottom lip, eventually cupping the side of her face with his palm, his opposite hand a phantom over her hip, and she shuddered at the mere feel of his presence where nobody else had touched her before. Somewhere in the far back of her mind she thought of Myrtle, how she must’ve been watching from over the top of one of the green stall doors on the wall. 

 But when Tom was touching her like this, she couldn’t bring herself to care. 

 Her eyes looked at his lips— she knew he was capable of speaking the language of the serpents, but now she was curious what else his tongue could do. 

 “You aren’t pushing me away,” he muttered, staring down at her through hooded lids. Her tongue swiped between her lips, her bones rattling with anticipation as she peered back up at him. “I… I want you to…”

 The words died in her throat, but Tom had an inkling he knew what she was going to say. The corner of his lips twitched. “Tell me,” he whispered, his hand on her cheek slithering to the back of her neck, giving it a firm squeeze. “Tell me what you want.”

 A whimper tumbled past her lips at that, and she canted her hips into his, resting her hands on his chest. “I… I want you to kiss me.”

 Tom eyed her lips, how they quivered with want, and when he glanced back to her irises, he saw how big they were. He could see how much she wanted him, how much she wanted him to just touch her. 

 With the hand on the back of her neck, he drew her in until his lips were on hers, and she surged into him, sighing into the kiss. His other hand reached beneath her robes to grab at her hip, kneading her flesh through her skirt. She clawed at the fabric of his robe, tugging him closer, desperately trying to dig more out of him. 

 But Tom’s lips were so smooth, his movements so calculated. He was a man who liked to take his time rather than rush and leave sloppy work. He kissed her like he would anything else, movements precise, thorough, fervent. 

 It was all making her mind numb, making her knees wobble and threaten to make her sink to her knees. 

 But before she could, Tom’s lips were making their way down her chin and oh, they reached her skin where her neck connects with her jaw, and he was sucking there, brushing her flesh with his kiss. She reached to his shoulders and grabbed a fistful of his robe with either hand while his kisses trailed down towards her collarbone. 

 She was shaking, her legs ready to give out beneath her. She tugged harder on Tom’s robes in warning, and he gazed up at her through heavy eyelids, his lips never once leaving her skin. 

 “I can’t… I can’t,” she panted, her knees continuing to wobble until she collapsed into Tom’s arms, and carefully, he guided her down to the floor, letting her lean on the wall for support. Her cheeks were burning with red hot embarrassment and she covered her face with her hands, but when she stole glimpses of him between her fingers, he wasn’t mocking her. 

 In fact, he only seemed to want her more. 

 “I’m sorry Tom, I—“

 “You needn’t apologise,” he interrupted, inching closer to her, his hands on either of her knees and spreading them apart. He crawled between them and with one of his hands, he brushed her own to the side so that may see her face, her arms falling to her sides. Tom said nothing more, working his way back down her body until he reached the hem of her skirt, watching her with those same murky eyes as he curled his fingers around the edge, maintaining eye contact as he slowly pulled the fabric down her legs. 

 All she could do was watch in awe as he tore the pool of fabric away from her ankles, discarding her skirt somewhere off to the side. The cool air of the second floor girl’s restroom hit her underwear where she was soaked, sending shudders slithering up her spine, goosebumps littering her skin. 

 Tom’s middle and forefinger dragged a line up the middle of her underwear and she mewled at his touch, her toes curling in on themselves as he felt just how wet she was through the thin piece of fabric. Their eyes surged into one another again as he curled his fingers around the hem of her underwear too, and finally, he began to tug them down her legs at an agonizingly slow pace. 

 At last, he tore them away from her ankles, leaving her entire bottom half completely bare and nude, all for him to see. Her sex pulsed and oozed with need, and she clenched when he stared down at it, his palms flat against the inside of her thighs to part them wider. He leaned down onto his elbows, the fact they were on the floor of an abandoned bathroom completely disregarded. 

 She couldn’t bring herself to care. Especially not when Tom was placing a kiss right above her aching clit. 

 She gasped when he trailed his kisses down until he was pressing a long, firm kiss to her pearl, all the while maintaining eye contact. Her chest was heaving, sweat beginning to bead at her hairline, her nails clawing at the stone floor below. Her heartbeat was deafening now, and all she could hear was her heart and all she could think was Tom, Tom, Tom. 

 And when he licked a long stripe up from her entrance all the way to her clit, she finally moaned. It permeated the bathroom, bouncing off every single wall and racing back to her ears. Tom hadn’t done much yet, but she was already panting, she might’ve already been close to coming. 

 She couldn’t believe her daydream from just moments before was already coming true— Tom Riddle with his face stuffed between her legs, his tongue doing wonders to her. He kissed her clit again and again before his lips once again traveled down her slit until they reached her entrance where his tongue worked her open, and she was done for. 

 “Tom!” She shrieked, his nose pressed against her clit. His tongue was already so deep, and she already felt so close to falling apart, she simply couldn’t keep her composure. 

 She ground her hips against his face until his strong hands held a firm grip on them, anchoring her down. She whimpered at this, tears pricking the outskirts of her eyes. She could feel every inch of his tongue as it worked her open, his lips as he kissed her in places she’d never been kissed before. 

 She simply couldn’t take it anymore. 

 “Oh, Tom,” she moaned, tossing her head back against the wall. “I’m going to… I’m going to…”

 Tom’s gaze flickered back up to hers, her lips parting and coming back together over and over again. He was eating her out so good, and all she could do was clench around his tongue in warning until she was making a mess of his pretty, pale face. 

 And never once did Tom pull away, not until he was sure he had lapped up every last drop. 

a/n; my universal studios and disney world trip was wonderful! spent a lot of my time at diagon alley and hogsmeade which was wonderful 🥰 anyways, i did a bit of tweaking to anon’s request, so i hope you still enjoy it!

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[magicfootballstuff]

First Day (alessia russo x reader)

Summary: In which Alessia joins Arsenal and you have to learn to navigate the new stage of your relationship at training.

———

“I can’t wait for you to meet everyone,” you gush, as Alessia signals and turns her Mercedes into the drive that leads to the Arsenal training centre at London Colney. “Not just the girls, but the staff too.”

“Well, I did meet some of them already,” Alessia points out. “When I first signed. The physios, some of the training staff. Even some of the girls, like I’ve played against most of them before.”

“Yeah, but now you get to play with them.”

Alessia pulls up to the barrier that blocks entry into the training ground and waits as the porter emerges from his cabin and approaches the driver’s side window. As she lowers the window, you lean across the console in the middle of the car and give him a little wave.

“Morning Harry!” you greet him with a cheery wave. “This is Alessia, by the way.”

Harry smiles at you in recognition when he spots you in the passenger seat, then turns his attention to Alessia.

“You must be the girlfriend,” he says. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” says Alessia.

“Have a good day, girls!” he says, as he returns to his cabin to raise the barrier so that Alessia can drive through.

“The girlfriend?” Alessia says, as she drives through the gate and enters the car park. “Seriously? Is it going to be like that all day?”

She’s not actually mad at you, but you can tell she’s possibly a little disheartened that her first interaction with an Arsenal staff member on her first day has gone like that.

“It’s just that I talked about you so much last season,” you try to reassure Alessia. “It’s probably just weird for them to finally put a face to the name.”

She pulls into an empty space under your direction - there aren’t allocated spaces for players but there’s a certain amount of unspoken carpark politics about who can park where - then switches off the engine. You’re practically humming with excitement in the passenger seat and can’t get out of the car quick enough, eager to show Alessia around her new home and introduce her to more of her new colleagues. 

As Alessia gets out of her side of the car, she looks a bit like a kid on the first day of school, eyes wide with a slight fear of the unknown and her teeth chewing at her lower lip.

“Nervous?” you ask, collecting both of your bags out of the back of the car before wandering around to her side.

“A little,” she admits with a nod. “It’s all brand new, isn’t it? But I’m sure I’ll settle in quickly.”

“Lucky you’ve got me to hold your hand,” you grin at her, doing exactly that and taking her hand in yours.

“Yeah, I am,” Alessia replies, her face cracking into a more relaxed smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

She’s so pretty that you forget where you are for a second, trapping her between your body and the side of her car as you lean in for a quick kiss.

A kiss that is interrupted before your lips can even meet by the obnoxious triple toot of a car horn.

“Oi oi!” Beth shouts through the open window of the newly arrived car, which Viv carefully pulls into the parking space next to Alessia’s. “The lovebirds are here already.”

You step back, putting a bit of space between yourself and Alessia as Beth gets out of Viv’s car, closely followed by Laura, who was in the back seat.

“Exactly what this team needs,” the Austrian says sarcastically. “Yet another couple.”

“She’s just kidding,” you reassure Alessia.

“She’s just salty that she’s still single,” Beth teases Laura, draping an arm around Laura’s shoulder and ruffling her hair affectionately. “We’ll find you someone soon, Laur, don’t worry. It’s good to see you again though, Lessi.”

“Yeah, you too,” Alessia agrees with a smile.

You follow Beth, Viv and Laura towards the training building, Alessia walking in step beside you.

When you get inside the building, you find a few more of your teammates, greeting the old ones with hugs and meeting a couple of the other new signings for the first time. Lotte’s there too, and Alessia greets one of her closest friends with a long embrace even though it’s been barely a week since they last saw each other at the end of the World Cup.

You’re almost bursting with pride as Alessia pulls away from Lotte and starts introducing herself to the rest of the team, watching your two worlds collide for the first time. It’s surreal to have Alessia here with you, to know that she’s going to be training and playing alongside you, sharing the same experiences and friends as you.

“Do you want me to give you a little tour?” you ask Alessia, once she’s finished having a bit of playful banter with Steph about the goal she scored in the World Cup semi final.

Alessia grimaces slightly, then says, “Sorry, I sort of promised Lotte she could show me around.”

“Oh,” you say, trying to mask the disappointment that washes over you. “Okay.”

You can’t have done a very good job at hiding your emotions, because Alessia reaches for your hand and reassures you, “It’s nothing against you. I just … if we’re attached at the hip all day then I worry people are just gonna know me as your girlfriend. And don’t get me wrong, I’m so proud of that, but I want them to get to know the real me too.”

“I get it,” you promise her with a nod. You nudge her away in the direction of Lotte, then say, “Go. I’ll see you later when we start training.”

———

You understand Alessia’s reasoning, even if you’re a little disappointed when she keeps her distance during training too.

She’s not ignoring you, far from it in fact, but she stands at the other end of the line to you for the dreaded bleep test, then always seems to end up in different groups for the training drills that follow.

You’re so happy to see her with a smile on her face, joking around with people who have been your teammates for the last couple of years, but the longer training goes on, the greater your urge is to just skip over to her and ask her how she’s getting on.

You manage to resist the temptation - only just - but you’re struck by yet another blow of disappointment when Alessia sits on a different table at lunch, leaving you to sit with Beth, Viv, and a couple of the Scandinavians, watching Alessia and her new friends from afar.

“What’s up?” Viv asks, nudging you out of your trance with her foot under the table.

“Nothing,” you answer quickly, turning your attention back to your lunch.

“Alessia’s making new friends,” Beth answers on your behalf, shooting you a knowing look. “She’s sad that she’s no longer Lessi’s favourite Gooner.”

“That’s not even a little bit true,” you protest. “I’m happy she’s settling in already.”

“But…?” Beth asks, prompting you for more with a raise of her eyebrows.

You let out a sigh, then admit, “But I had this idea in my head that I’d get to show her around and introduce her to everybody. That we’d get to train together and hang out all the time now that we play for the same team.”

You hear Alessia’s laugh from across the room and glance over to watch as she creases up at something that Steph says. 

“I’m glad she’s enjoying her first day, but I thought she’d be enjoying it with me, you know?” you explain.

Viv nods along thoughtfully, then says, “The thing is, if you spend all day at training together, then all evening at home together, you’re gonna get sick of each other pretty quickly.”

Beth nods along and adds, “Yeah, trust us on that one. And we’re both experts on dating a teammate. We know all the tricks to staying sane.”

“Apart from when we were out on the pitch, you’ve been glued to each other’s sides all day,” you point out.

“Yeah, and some days are like that,” Viv reasons with you. 

“Some days she can’t get enough of me,” Beth jokes.

“And other days I want to strangle her by lunchtime,” Viv counters, rolling her eyes at Beth. “The trick is to find the balance. It takes time, but you’ll both figure it out.”

“Yeah, it took us a while,” Beth agrees with a nod. “I’m a bit like you, I thought I wanted to spend all day with Viv when we first got together but I learned that she likes a bit more space.”

“Especially when she wants to make a TikTok,” Viv jokes. “But the main thing is that it’s healthy to want space from each other. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you.”

You feel eyes on you and when you look up, Alessia is looking straight at you. Your eyes meet across the room like you’re seeing each other for the first time and your breath catches in your throat, still not quite used to the sight of Alessia in the new black training kit with the Arsenal badge displayed proudly on her chest. It’s just the two of you for a moment, her blue eyes piercing into your soul from the other side of the room, then her face breaks open into a big smile that you know is because of you and not anything that’s been said by one of the girls on her table, before she turns away.

Your heart does a little flip in your chest and you glance back down at your food, trying to smother the smile that threatens to break across your own face.

Unfortunately for you, Beth and Viv seem to have witnessed the entire interaction. 

“Told you,” Viv says smugly. 

“Yeah, we’re always right,” Beth announces.

Viv pushes her chair back and gets to her feet, collecting her tray as she says, “And that’s my cue to take my own advice before Beth’s head gets so big that it’s taking up all my personal space. I’ll catch you later.”

———

You reflect on their words, feeling a little less weird about keeping your distance from Alessia for the rest of your day. Jonas holds an extended team meeting, first introducing the new signings (and so what if you clap a little more enthusiastically for Lessi than the others?) before he lays out his objectives for the season and starts talking about the Champions League qualifiers. 

And before you know it, it’s the end of Alessia’s first day at Arsenal. She waits for you outside the dressing room once you’ve collected your things, pushing herself off the wall opposite when she sees you leaving the room with Katie.

“Hey, you,” she says, falling into step alongside you as you make your way back out to the car. “Want me to cook dinner tonight?”

Alessia a far better cook than you, probably thanks to those Italian genes and her Nonna’s influence in the kitchen, so you’re never going to turn down her cooking.

“Ooh, yes please.”

“Let’s stop at Tesco on the way home then. I think we need a few bits.”

It’s so cute, so domestic, and you really could get used to this. Living together, working together, doing the weekly food shop together - all little things that you didn’t get the luxury of doing together when she lived in Manchester. You’re never going to take that for granted again.

Remembering the conversation with Beth and Viv over lunch, as you climb back into the passenger seat of Alessia’s Mercedes, you say, “I’m sorry if I was smothering you a bit this morning.”

“Don’t be silly,” Alessia tries to reassure you, as she starts the engine and checks over her shoulder for cars as she reverses out of the space. “I know you were just excited and wanting to help me settle in.”

“Beth and Viv talked some sense into me at lunch,” you tell her. “All about boundaries and personal space.”

“From those two?” Alessia asks, glancing across at you to arch an eyebrow as her mouth curls upwards into a smile. “They were making such hearteyes at each other across the gym earlier.”

“That’s what I said!” you agree excitably. “But they do have a point. As excited as I am to have you on the team with me, I know it’s not reasonable to expect us to spend all our time together. Nor is it healthy.”

“It doesn’t mean we won’t ever spend time together at training,” Alessia reminds you. “Just not all the time. We’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, we will,” you nod.

Alessia follows the trail of cars slowly making their way out of the training facility and winds down her window at the gate.

“See you tomorrow!” she calls out of the window to Harry the porter.

He responds with a cheery wave and replies, “Good first day, Alessia?”

“Yeah, it was great, thanks.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Have a nice evening, girls.”

Alessia pulls through the gate and out onto the main road, then asks you, “You’ll be my partner in training tomorrow though, right?”

You can’t stop the grin from spreading across your cheeks.

“Just try and stop me.”

[cuntstroworld]

Seduction

TW- this is a smut if you do not like reading things with sexual content please click off viewer discretion is advised :D

This story includes the following

Matting press

Spitting

Stripping/Adult entertainment

Fingering

Face fucking

Public sex

This is a Shiu Kong smut

“I need that late night Lovin"

Coming back from a successful business transaction Shiu Kong and Toji Fushiguro decided to hit one of the hottest strip clubs in Shibuya, stepping into the club the men are immediately blinded by the neon lights. Both pay for their entry, strippers immediately notice the new faces and want to grab them for their archive. Toji was snatched away by a stripper and taken into the back, Shiu walked around the club before his eye made contact with a girl who caught his eye almost automatically.

Y/n connected eye contact with Shiu ignoring all the non-paying men who tried to request her for the night, walking up to the man she got a good look at him making out his facial features in the man's face. "So, are you going to stand there and stare at me or are you going to ask me for a dance?" putting her hand on her hip Y/n gave him toothy smile before walking away, swaying her hips seductively in front of Shiu.

Watching her walk away Shiu was quickly snapped out of his trance and immediately followed behind the girl. Getting to the back of the club the music faded away, hearing multiple giggles and seeing different girls coming and going but he kept his eyes on Y/n. Opening a door the lights dim, leaving one pole in the middle of the room, and a large black sofa that wrapped around the pole. Standing in the middle of the room Y/n got up on the pole, holding onto the pole with her hand she walked around it slowly.

Smirking Shiu closed the door behind him, walking up to her she touched his face softly leaning in closer to him breathing softy on his lips, holding on the pole with both hands. Y/n laughed in his face, pulling herself away from him as she began to climb up the pole. Shiu took his seat taking off his suit jacket as he watched the girl on the pole leaning against the sofa, he undid his tie slowly as he manspreaded smiling at Y/n.

"So, tell me sweetheart. What's your name, your real name..." she smiled as she did her pole work "hmm why do you wanna know my real name?" her voice was softy like butter, He shifted in the seat paying close attention to her movements. ''For future visits sweetheart" he smiled at her pulling out a stack of money, removing the rubber band of the money he sat back throwing the one's and hundred-dollar bills at the girl.

She watched as the money fell from the ceiling, hanging on to the pole with her legs she took off her top throwing it somewhere in the room. "Hm keep throwing money and I'll give you more than just my name" His face lit up with excitement from her words “is that a proposition? Or a promise” he smirked at her word feeling a tight sensation in his pants from looking at her topless. Leaning in he put his hands together, studying her body.

Y/n felt his eyes on her burning holes in her skin, she watched as the money kept coming looking like green stars in the sky "let's start with your name instead I mean you are the one with money here" hoping off the pole she sat on his lap, wrapping her arms from his neck she looks down at his hands seeing all of the silver rings he hands on his fingers. "You like rings I see.." he spoke quietly in her ear rubbing her thigh with his harsh hands. "I have a strange addiction to unknown handsome men" he smiled at her answer , looking at her lips before looking in her eyes.

"You really wanna kiss me huh?" giggling Y/n opened her legs as she kissed his lip leaving smeared lip gloss on his, slipping his tongue in her mouth. Her tongue fought for the top spot ultimately losing to his overpowering dominance, Shiu’s hands reached out to the front of her body playfully twisting her nipples as they kissed.

Whimpering in the kiss, Y/n shivered slightly from the cold rings on his fingers. Shiu breaks the kiss and whispers into her ear “I might have to take you for myself, sweetheart, ~” he gets up pulling her legs as he gets on his knees, pulling off her panties and sticks them in his pocket. Y/n looked down at him as her cunt was now popped in his face, Shiu lips his at the sight of her “I haven't even done anything sweetheart, and you're already wet for me?” taking his thumb rubbing her clit in circular motions.

With her legs on his shoulder, she whines from the friction he applies to her clit “fuck.. I'm not even supposed to be doing this.. I can get fired” he let out a deep chuckle as he kissed her inner thighs “Don't worry about that now, what they don't know won't hurt them.” giving her some relief from the thought of being fired she nodded at his word laying back on the sofa.

Softly Shiu kissed her clit sticking two of his fingers inside her cunt, she glanced at him before laying her head back down. Sucking on her clit she moans lightly arching her back against the sofa, pumping his fingers in and out of her cunt. He sucked and swirled his tongue around her clit, hearing the sweet moans leaving the girl's mouth, Y/n whined and moan as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Please. I'm gonna cum- faster..” Listening to her words his fingers curled inside her as he began to get sloppy eating her out, pulling his hair tighter Y/n felt her orgasm grow in the pit of her core. Moaning uncontrollably Shiu smirked at the state he had the girl in, pulling away and removing his fingers he opened up her folds looking at the mess he was creating, Y/n looked down at what he was doing wondering why he stopped.

Shiu keeps her folds open before spitting on her cunt, watching it slowly slide down inside her, smiling at her he goes back in eating her out. Pushing her legs up Shiu sticks his tongue inside her, she cries and begs him to let her cum. Y/n started to breathe heavily as her legs shook slightly in his hands. He got sloppy with her, sticking his tongue in and out of her collecting her juices. Overwhelmed by his tongue she came on his face, Shiu stood up licking his lips, and chuckled lightly at the girl.

“You look so pretty, sweetheart, and look at the mess you made. It's all over your legs.” Shiu cooed at Y/n leaning down to grab her face “I'm all sticky now..” she looked up at him sulking at the mess he made her have, Shiu unbuttoned his shirt taken it off. Y/n slowly got off the couch getting on her knees, she looked up at him biting her lip as she smiled at him “So impatient..” Shiu undid his pants pulling them down negligibly, pulling out his dick.

Looking at his size, he pulled her hair making her flinch slightly from the tug. “Open your mouth for me sweetheart” Shui was quiet yet still had a deep depth in his voice. Y/n slowly opened her mouth to Shiu, he slapped his dick on her tongue a few times before spitting in her mouth. Shoving his dick in her mouth making her gag harshly not being ready to take him in, Shiu groaned from the feeling of being in her mouth looking down at her with full cheeks.

He stroked in her mouth pulling her hair and making her look up at him as he penetrated her throat, Y/n rested her hands on her thighs hallowing out her cheeks and having a tightened grasp on him. With the sensation of Y/n sucking him off, Shiu groaned repeatedly throwing his head back slightly “shit sweetheart... You're trying to drain me already with that pretty little mouth of yours.” his praise made Y/n feel determined to make him cum.

“Fuck just like that” he started thrusting in her mouth faster moaning as his face scrunched up, slobber sticking to the sides of her mouth Y/n whined and whimpered from the sense of his dick twitching in her mouth. Grunting and breathing heavily Shiu looked up at the ceiling, eyes fluttering from his climax coming in close. Y/n was enjoying the sight of the man in his orgy, Shiu took her head and pushed his dick further down her throat.

His dick twitched before shooting a thick warm liquid into her mouth, removing his hand from her hair he pulled out, stroking himself shooting more cum into her face and breast. Swallowing his cum Y/n stood up and Shiu looked down at her, grabbing her by the neck he pulled her in close kissing them as he walked her over to the sofa pushing her back down.

“Are you on birth control?” He asked her pulling her by one of her legs, lifting them, and pushing them behind her head leaving her in a mating press. She nodded her head yes “Yes I'm on birth control.” she spoke tiredly but still loud enough for him to hear her voice. Shiu smiled at her answer as he aligned himself with her entrance, “Good. Wouldn't want any misfortunes to happen now would we sweetheart?”

She nodded her head no at his words, Shiu pushed himself inside her entrance holding her legs tighter. Y/n gripped his shoulders arching her back as she tried adjusting to his size. “Let me know when I can start..” whining as she adjusted “You can move-“ before she could even finish her sentence Shiu started thrusting inside her.

Her nails scratched at his back as she moaned louder, Grunting Shiu looked down at her. He gradually sped up loving the sound of her crying and the markings she left on his back, Y/n moaned as he picked up momentum. “Faster please..” She begged him looking into his eyes, Shiu pushed her legs back further looking at her needy face and listening to her begging he felt determined to meet her needs.

He smirked slowing down some, Y/n quickly noticed the change throwing her head back whining from his painfully slow pace “What's wrong sweetheart you look aggravated?” Shiu teased and poked fun at her as his thrust got slower “Please- please go fast I need this- please let me have this.” Y/n’s begging turned Shiu on a lot, bending down he kissed her lips a few times as he sped up.

The two moaned together moaning loudly enough for a small group of people to gather at the entrance, strippers giggled and gossiped at the sound of their colleague's Promiscuous manner. Back in the room with Y/n and Shiu, his bottom slapped against her thighs. The sounds of her cunt made vulgar noises, mixing in with the moans they made together. Y/n felt the rise of her climax in the pit of her stomach.

“I'm so close, and I don't even know what you're name is... And you don't even know mine” Her vision blurred as she talked, Shiu smiled at her before his dick twitched and throbbed inside her walls. She mentioned the fact she didn't know his name, leaning down Shiu whispered something in her ear, repeating what he said “Shiu Kong…” The way his name rolled off her tongue made him throb more leaving deep strokes inside of Y/n, applying pressure on her spot.

Squeezing his shoulders she came on his dick from her area being pressed severely, a few minutes after Shui came inside her. Pulling out he looked down at her grinning at the mess he made, she felt his cum leak out of her. Shiu put on his clothes, tied his tie, and buttoned his shirt.

Pulling out his notepad and pen, he wrote down his name and number setting it on her chest “Call me sweetheart” Y/n picked up the number and looked at him weekly nodding. “My name is Y/n.” he smiled at her name repeating it a few times “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n” he threw two stacks of money beside Y/n before leaving the girl to sit in the private section, opening the door to the small group of women who listened attentively at the door moved quickly away from the door getting back to work.

Shiu made his way back to the front of the strip as we patiently waited for Toji to finish, pulling out a carton of cigarettes as he waited.

[javispunk]

Love your workkk!!!!!

Soo I have a request…

Soo established relationships where the reader as a joke mockingly says something like about our old man Joel’s stamina or something 😭 and then ofc joel gives her a lesson whole night with all the filth 😛😭😭 (also can reader be like skinny framed small chested female) 💜

Thank you so much!! It means a lot! Hope you like it :)

Old Man

Summary: You usually joke about Joel's age, not only between the two of you, but also around other people. Either because he walks or runs slower than you, or just because he gets tired easily. He never complained about it - in fact, you thought he found it endearing. But you were so wrong, and he made sure he'd let you know when you got home safe.

Pairing: Joel x fem!reader, established relationship.

Content/Warnings: NSFW, smut (absolute filth), 18+ (minors DNI), age difference implied, fingering, giving oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (use protection kids), spitting.

Notes: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistake. Please feel free to leave any requests you'd like me to write. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you!

The walk through the forest on your way to Bill and Frank's house was calmer than you'd expected. With your hand in Joel's you didn't find a single clicker and you managed to relax a bit, walking slowly but not so slow in order to reach the village before lunch. Frank made sure to tell Joel that we'd be received with a proper meal, something you haven't had in a long time. So that was exciting. You didn't know them yet, but Joel made sure to let you know they were decent guys.

The place was mined with traps for clickers and you could see surveillance cameras everywhere. These guys knew what they were doing. Once you saw the gate opening and an unknown man greet you from afar, you out of instinct positioned yourself behind Joel. His broad shoulders completely hiding your small figure. You were scared, and that was understandable.

"You're alright, sweetheart." Joel assured you, holding your hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss it for a second.

His words put you at ease, as you saw the man approach both of you. He shook Joel's hand with familiarity, looking at you after. The fact Joel trusted them was enough for you to do the same.

"Who's this beauty?" you heard him ask, extending his hand to shake yours.

You smiled. "None of that, please." You spoke before telling him your name. "Thank you for having us here."

"Our absolute pleasure. I'm Frank." he shot a smile at you again, before gesturing to the entry of the house. "And that's Bill over there." You looked at the man from a distance, just to notice a rifle on his hand. Frank noticed your expression. "Don't worry about him."

You smiled once again at Frank out of courtesy, but sneakily grabbed Joel's hand behind his back in worry.

"Let's sit! Lunch is almost ready." Frank gestured to the table set up on their front yard, and guided you both to his house with an extended arm.

***

"This is delicious!" You exclaimed.

"Bill made it." Frank pointed out.

"It's great, thank you so much." You kept speaking after putting down your glass on the table. You looked at Bill with an attentive eye.

"It's nothing much. Just meat that I hunted and some roasted vegetables from the garden." He kept his voice low and expression serious.

"Thank you, Bill." You heard Joel's voice from across the table in front of you.

"I'm sorry but I'm dying to know." You heard Frank at your right, as his body rapidly turned in your direction. "How did you meet this guy?" He gestured to Joel.

You looked at him and laughed. "Well, I had been alone for a while, and I was perfectly fine on my own." You made sure to look at him, mockingly. "But Joel found me in a time of need. He helped me without asking nothing in return. So I trusted him my life, and now we're here."

Frank smiled through the whole speech. "You must be the first, you know."

You shot him a confused look. "The first?"

He shook his head in approval. "The first to melt that old stone heart of his."

"Is it that noticeable?" You admitted.

"Please!" He exclaimed with a grin. "I've never seen him hug anyone, let alone kiss someone's hand that dearly."

You felt yourself blush slighty, before looking at Joel. He laughed, while telling Frank to cut it out.

"No worries, we're all lovers here." He placed his fork down on his plate. "How are you guys holding up?" He spoke now to Joel.

"We're making it alright. Walking from dawn to dawn is a bit tiring but we manage."

"Our old man here thinks he can handle that like a 20 year old. I notice his stamina's hanging on by a thread, always tired and irritable." You spoke while looking Frank in the eye. "It's like living with a 60 year old man." Just after, you turned to Joel, who was chewing his food slowly, fork in his right hand unattended, and turned his gaze from your glass to your eyes. His stare was somewhat still and serious. You analised his expression with confusion and mouthed a "what?" that only him could hear or see. He stared at you the same way before slightly grinning at you, dragging his eyes now to his plate, smile still plastered on his face while he brought food to his mouth. You continued looking at him until Frank spoke.

"I'm sure there's a car around here you could have." He wiped his mouth with a cotton napkin. "There's batteries in the houseshed. Take one and it's yours." I saw Bill shoot his partner a hard serious look, apprehensive.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Bill insisted.

"Of course." He shot back at him. "There's also gas in there. Take some gallons."

"That's really not necessary, Frank." Joel spoke.

"Oh it is. I don't take her for a liar, you on the other hand, I've seen you lie for far less. I also know you're a stubborn old gentleman." He placed the napkin on his lap. "So please, take it. Use it. There's no point in it being there."

You looked at Bill for approval. He just continued eating with furrowed brows.

"Thank you." You spoke.

"No need. I'll go grab dessert." You saw Frank leave his seat and enter the house.

***

Joel had been awfully quiet since lunch, even when Frank showed us around all the shops who were still in need of renovation. Not even his contractor heart gave in a little bit. His mind seemed to be somewhere else.

"We don't know how to thank you both, honestly." You spoke as Bill and Frank helped you put your things in the trunk of your new car. It was getting dark already.

Frank repeated himself again, saying it was his pleasure.

Once Joel thanked the men for the hundreth time, he got in the car after opening the door for you. The journey was quiet for most part, until you spoke softly.

"Are you okay? You haven't spoken a lot."

He turned his eyes at you for a second, before connecting his gaze to the road again. "Just tired."

Your hand rested on his tigh, a familiar gesture you'd gained in the past few months. You thought nothing of his behaviour, you were both exhausted from the walk through the forest and the day filled with activities Bill and Frank made sure to provide you.

The ride went quickly, faster than you'd think it would. You filled it with quick pecks on Joel's right cheek, in order to 'wake him up' a bit. His hand travelled to the inside of your tigh, squeezing every once in a while. All was quiet.

As soon as you parked, you got out of the car in order to pick up both your stuff, as Joel would eventually carry all the weapons. When you returned you saw him carrying your stuff inside the house.

You spoke as you entered the house first, Joel following behind you. "I'm so fucking tired." You stretched your arms in the air before hearing a thud. All your weapons on the floor as Joel dropped them. Arms still in the air, you felt Joel's arms grab the middle of your body, folding you in half over his shoulder.

"Joel!" You screamed as he lifted you up in the air, adjusting you on his body. "What are you doing?"

He carried you in silence. This must be a joke, you thought. He's just being playful. He'll put you down soon enough, if you ask him to. You recognized the turns he took. After passing the kitchen right up front, passing through the main hall, up the stairs. Bedroom.

He didn't even bother to close the door. "Joel." You repeated, trying to catch his attention.

He dropped you in the middle of the bed with a throw. "Yes?" He aknowledged you as he started to unbuckle his belt, looking at your figure, legs bent, feet next to your tighs. His eyes were dark, his expression solemn. You moved up the bed on your back, as you watched him take his shirt off over his head and quickly discarting his pants. He paused for a second, looking at you, half clothed.

"Take your clothes off."

You quickly took your pants off, still looking him in the eye, overwhelmed by his demanding voice. "You take the rest." You replied.

He rapidly got closer to you, but you extended one of your naked legs, touching his chest, creating a gap between you both, trying to get his attention. "What is this?"

With more force than usual, Joel grabbed your leg and separated both of them, one to each side, hovering his body over yours, applying pressure on your chest. Your mouths were connected in an instant. His tongue not even asking permission to touch yours. His right hand went between your legs, slid your panties to the side and felt your wet core on his fingers, until quickly finding your bundle of nerves.

"Fuck, Joel." You breathed slowly on his ear.

"How are you so wet already?" He asked as he inserted two fingers inside you at once.

"Oh, fuck-" You moaned beneath him.

You heard him grunt as a response. His fingers pumping in and out of you rythmically, hitting your favourite spot every now and then, making you sigh every single time. Joel disconnected his lips from yours, only to travel down your body, and end up on your core. He wasted no time, immediately kissing your clit, while pulling his fingers in and out of you faster. Your hands flew to his head, grabbing and pulling on his silver strands of hair, which only made him respond in a gutural moan. The vibrations of his mouth sending you into a frenzy, giving you chills.

“Fuck me, Joel.” You were losing your fucking mind, begging him to take you right there and then.

“You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” You heard him between your legs. “I’m not done with you down here.” He continued his rhythmic motions.

Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head as he hit the right spot with every pump. “I’m not gonna last longer.” You tried to spit words out of your mouth the best you could.

“Cum on my mouth, gorgeous.” He said before fastening his pace. It took you just a few seconds to arch your back in pleasure, grabbing his hair between your fingers and pulling viciously. With your eyes closed, you felt him remove his fingers from you, which left you with a sense of void. His body above yours again.

“Open wide.” He demanded.

You did as he told. He spat inside your mouth. You receiving it with contentment. You looked him in the eye while you swallowed his spit mixed with your own fluids.

“Shit, look at you.” His lips attacked yours. “So fucking pretty like this.”

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” You teased him.

“In a minute, sweet girl.” You saw him take his boxers off, throw them to the bedroom floor. He lifted your t-shirt over your head, removing it and made way to your breasts with his mouth, sucking on your nipples, biting them.

Just by looking at you, and without warning, Joel fully pushed himself inside you, letting you feel every inch of him stretch you beyond measure.

You couldn’t say a word, just animalistic noises came out of your mouth. Joel loved them so much he continued adjusting your pussy around his cock, feeling you clench every few seconds.

“Fuck Joel, stop teasing. Go faster.” You pleaded.

His voice next to your ear. “You’ve been teasing me all day, calling me old man. Telling people I haven’t got stamina.” It clicked in your mind. You always called him that dearly. You heard one more grunt from him as he thrust into you deeply. “Who’s been fucking you all this time?”

Your mouth falling open as the knot in your stomach build after a few faster thrusts, your head banging on the headboard.

“Who makes your eyes roll like that?” You heard him, head thrown back in the pillow. “Who makes you this fucking wet, hum?” You heard the wet noises you two made after he picked up his pace.

“You do, Joel.” You managed to spit out.

“Who makes you cum every single fucking night?”

Tears fell down your eyes, as you cried to reach your orgasm. “You do.”

“My sweet girl.” He continued, while wiping your tears for a second. “You’re gonna take me in your mouth, is that okay?”

“Yes.” Your answer to his question mixed with your cries as your orgasm sets free. Your moans echo all over the room, you can’t help it. Still enjoying your high, you feel Joel’s warm spur hitting your face, some entering your mouth, some spilling all over your cheeks and neck. You did the best you could to catch it all in. You opened your eyes to Joel with his cock in his hand, still rock hard.

“What a fucking sight.” He continued pumping his length. You swallowed his cum, until there was nothing to come out anymore. “God, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You grabbed him by his neck, forcing him to glue his mouth to yours, letting him taste himself from your tongue for a minute.

Panting, sweaty and with disheveled hair, you looked into each other’s eyes.

“Don’t ever tease me like that again.” You demanded.

“You want it.” He paused, a proud cocky smile on his face. “Don’t ever call me an old man again.”

“You love it.”

You felt his arm wrap around your torso and pull you on top of him, sitting you up on his lap, just before lifting you up to the bathroom for a shower. The air contaminated with condensation and your laughter.

[junkfoodgames]

Wither and Grow out now!

You wake. You wonder why you’re here and what the world is like.

You hope for things and think of the future.

You wither and grow.

Wither & Grow is a solo journaling game. You are a plant creature that has just gained sentience for reasons unknown. The game is played over 5 stages of your life. In each of these stages, parts of you will grow and wither. You will document these physical, mental, and emotional changes in your journal. Your story may end early if your growth stagnates or becomes uncontrollable. 

In addition to the game rules, you need 4 six-sided dice, paper, and something to write with. The entire game can take an 1-2 hours, or more, depending on how much you decide to write in your journal entries.

The game is a 32-page pdf with lots of great hand-drawn illustrations.

It is formatted to be printed as a 4.25''x5.5'' booklet. Please share!

[abbysdolly]

RAAAAAAA VIKING ABBY AND READER

(idk if you do x reader stuff i just saw your requests for asks lmao)

⁀➷ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑭-𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑫 ˚₊‧⁺˖

𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨!𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘹 𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

ೀ › 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: OMG anon I've been thinking about viking!abby so many times before! And thank you so much for being officially my first request! hope you like it and sorry if there's any errors hehe. (Also I took the last name for Abby because of Eivor the main character of Assassin's Creed Valhalla, and the style of female Eivor is how I envision viking!abby) ♡

ೀ › 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Reader is female, suggestive content so minors do not interact, fluff and lightly mention of battles and scars. Let me know if there's anything else! ♡

(Special thanks to @andromeda-abides and @little-star-bun who helped me proofread this fic ♡)

There she was. Accompanied by the imposing howl of wolves, ax in hand. Crimson droplets adorned her shield and clothes while her slightly chapped lips quivered with irrepressible courage. She fought like no man known could. The way her ax moved smoothly like the wind itself was hypnotic and filled with such grace, passion and anger.

Her golden hair trapped in tiny and big braids, some strands danced freely adorned with silver rings that made it look like the golden light of the sun combined with the mysterious silver stars from the midnight sky.

And in that exact moment you knew that your heart belonged to her, for eternity.

The stories people told didn't do her justice. Especially the first time you saw her fight. The first time your eyes and hers connected with deep love and devotion between the clashing of axes and bodies that now sleeped eternally waiting for the Valkyries.

Like a ravenous wolf she ended every enemy in sight; she was a living myth. Some even believed that she was perhaps the unknown daughter of Odin himself, given that her strength was comparable to the All-father himself.

But only you could see the truth behind those tough looks and that pretty scar that adorned one side of her face, a scar of forgotten battles that helped her to build the respect she had now. You could see the woman who had fears and weakness like all humans, but there was nothing more beautiful to you.

"Freyja, Lady of the North, empower me. Give me strength, withhold my fear, embolden my spirit... Give me courage" she whispered, the familiar view of her kneeled in front of the wooden statue of the Goddess only meant that another battle was waiting beyond the threshold of your shared home.

The prayers to the Goddess Freyja and Odin were the only things that accompanied Abby to her battles, the battles to defend the honor of her people and most importantly to defend the land where you lived in peace with her.

"They are back, they are safe!" one of the children shouted while running to the entry of the village. Soon enough you heard the cries of the families that awaited for their beloved ones.

Your feet moved with such speed, eager eyes searching for Abby that was greeting the many children around her that were impatient to know the adventures she had this time.

"Okay, okay. I'll tell you all that we saw before dinner!" she answered to the children who ran and laughed around her.

Her beautiful eyes met yours making you feel goosebumps like the first time you exchanged looks with her.

A tender smile found a place in her face. She fought for days and she was beyond tired but seeing you was the best part of coming back home.

"Abby, you're back! Oh you can't imagine how much I missed you. Are you alright? Are you injured?" your voice breaking like the thin ice that covers the rivers in the winter, filled with emotion.

Trembling hands caressed Abby's face, making sure she was really there and not something created by your mind. But no, she was there with you.

"Of course I'm back, like I always do" she responded with a now toothy smile and continued "Shh, shh. I'm alright my love, I'm here with you… Finally" her lips soon found yours with deep need and desire, her familiar pine scent filled your senses while the heated kiss said better than any words could.

"Let me help clean you up before dinner, you need to rest my love" you whispered once the kiss ended, her forehead pressed slightly to yours while her big and calloused hands holded your face with tenderness.

A surprised gasp left your mouth as soon as you were now being carried away by Abby, your waist resting against one of her broad shoulders like it was nothing.

Shortly after between laughs she put you down, the door already opened because of the urge to see her a couple of minutes ago "Well, thank you for the ride" you teased as a smirk appeared on Abby's face.

She sat on one of the two wooden chairs, humming when you began to peel off each one of her clothes leaving her upper body bare "You don't have to thank me, I like carrying pretty girls" her cocky attitude always made you smile endlessly, Abby carried herself with lot of self confidence and you couldn't blame her, she was powerful and beautiful. And she knew it.

"Oh, so you carry every pretty girl that crosses your view?" you questioned, eyebrow arched slightly. Your question made her chuckle "Well, not exactly. Just one pretty girl caught my sight… and my heart" she revealed, her voice and gestures exaggerated making her look like a teenager in love and you couldn't help but roll your eyes and smile at her.

"You're such a tease, Abby Wolf-Kissed" her legs opened to leave place to yours, your hands undoing her tight braids making her blonde locks fall beyond her shoulders and covering her chest slightly "But I love you that way" you continued, this time in a gentle and loving whisper due to the closeness. The dim and warm light of the lantern illuminated the scars spaced across Abby's body, your fingertips traced along them and you remembered how some of them were cleaned and treated by you.

She looks up at you, feeling safe under your gaze and touch "I thank the gods for letting me see you again. And I thank you for doing my duties while I'm away" her hands found home on your waist trying to have you closer.

"You don't need to thank me, Abby. I enjoy taking care of our people like you always do, I thank the gods as well for bringing you back to me… Safe'' her eyes sparkled beautifully and just by looking at them you could feel all the love behind those icy orbs.

Her hands caressed your waist going down slightly to your thighs, missing the feeling of your warm body against the skin of her rough hands. Your cheeks warmed up at the familiar feeling of her hands roaming your body with such confidence, your body molding like clay under her hands making your current task of cleaning her body something so hard to do.

Her eyes never left your face as you tried to soak a piece of cloth to clean hers. The black painting around her eyes now slightly faded and easily to clean, the dirt going away allowing you to see those pretty freckles spaced across her nose and cheeks "You're so beautiful" you whispered again now cleaning her neck and shoulders, the air thick enough that Abby could cut it with her ax.

She smiled, her cheeks getting warm as soon as she heard your compliment. Even though she was tough and strong you could make her so shy with just a compliment "Not as beautiful as you, my love" she answered in a whisper, the muscles of her toned arms flexing each time you passed the wet cloth on her warm and freckled skin.

Her gentle, slightly calloused hand cupped your cheek, searching for those beautiful eyes of yours. Searching for those pretty lips she craved so badly until she couldn't control herself anymore and stole a kiss from them. The passion glowed through both your pores and each gentle touch said a small "I love you" onto the other's skin.

The only thing in your mind was her and only her, all of her. Her smell, her hair, her lips, her body, how warm she was, everything.

"I have something for you" she breathed between the heated kisses. "Close your eyes for me, please" her velvety voice making your head fuzzy (obviously not for the heated make out session you had a couple of seconds ago).

And so you did, you closed your eyes and sighed nervously. Her gifts and surprises were always exciting but this time everything felt even more intimate, more serious.

Gently Abby put a gold ring out of one of the tiny pockets in her belt.

"Open your eyes now, my love" she whispered, leaving a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose while putting the precious ring on the palm of your hand. Her heartbeat fast, eager to see your reaction.

Your eyes opened slowly seeing her red cheeks and a shy smile, she took your hand and took the ring again putting it slowly on your ring finger, eyes not leaving yours.

The ring was shaped like a little flower with gemstones for the petals, each one shining beautifully almost like Abby's eyes. "Oh Abby this is so beautiful, you–" she cut you off with a gentle kiss on your lips "My love… Would you marry me?" each side of her hands on your face as she said that, her voice making you enter to the Valhalla almost instantly.

"Of course I want to Abby! I would be so glad to be your wife. I'd love to" you answered with tears of happiness running down your cheeks. Her smile grew bigger from the pride of finally having you as her precious wife. Her strong arms lifted you with ease and she laughed with joy while she spinned you around the house.

Both of your hearts felt the same thing as the first time you saw each other. With unconditional love and devotion, though she wasn't a seer, she definitely saw that you were for her and only her; your destinies were sewn together by Fregga herself.

Thank you for reading! Any like reblog or comment are really appreciated, have a good day/night and don´t forget to drink water! love ya! ♡

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A New Kind of Fear

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!wife!reader

Summary: When 20 David completes a raid with narcotics, they stumble upon a stalker. The unknown suspect has been watching you, and now Deacon must find him while dealing with the fear you've grown used to.

Warnings: canon typical action/danger, reader has a stalker but doesn't know, angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.1k+ words

A/N: This premise is kind of similar to the one in Worried for You but hopefully this is okay! I really liked the stalker idea and approaching the story with a focus on Deacon and his emotions!

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Everyone told you that marrying a SWAT officer would not be easy. Deacon himself told you the same thing. But he has watched you take every bump, bruise, and bullet in stride. Of course, you worry about him, but you support him, which makes you perfect for him. He lives a dangerous life at work, so when he comes home to you, he gets a chance to relax, breathe, and be with someone who loves him no matter how many scars he has or gives. When things get tough in the field, Deacon imagines you safe at home, ready to pull him into your arms and hold him together.

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“Narcotics will be ready to come in after we clear the house,” Hondo explains. “The house has two entrances, one front and one back, so we’ll have two breach teams. Front entry has a security gate, so we’ll pull it off with Black Betty then make entry at the same time. Get the house empty so narc can do their thing. Any questions?”

“When do we leave?” Luca jokes.

The breach goes well, and there’s only one suspect in the house. Street disarms the suspect and gets him outside as the entry teams finish clearing the house.

“Left side clear,” Tan calls.

“Kitchen clear,” Luca adds.

Hondo prepares to open the last door, examining the room quickly before lowering his gun. “Deacon,” he says, far too intense for anyone’s liking.

Deacon can tell by his stiff posture and the tone of his voice that something is wrong. He’s expecting drug mules or a false wall, but those would have been far better.

With wide eyes, Deacon steps into the room with Hondo close behind him.

“Narcotics is coming in,” Luca says as he approaches the door. “Whoa.”

The room is covered in pictures. All different places, different times, different days, different angles, some close, some far, but each features the same subject. You, Deacon Kay’s wife. Thousands of pictures of you are taped to the walls of the small bedroom. What bothers Deacon the most is that he isn’t in a single picture, which means whoever held the camera knew to avoid him.

“Was he in here?” Deacon asks Street.

 “No, our guy was in the living room,” Street answers nervously.

“I’m going to kill him,” Deacon seethes.

“Deacon,” Hondo begins.

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, Hondo,” he snaps. “That is my wife all over this lunatic’s wall. He’s been within feet of her, and I didn’t know!”

Deacon’s shoulders heave as he breathes, looking around the room with his hand on his gun.

“Deacon, we’ll find this guy. But narcotics needs to get in here,” Hondo says gently.

Deacon nods, pushing between Luca and Tan to return to Black Betty. His anger dissipates with each step. Now, he’s scared. Deacon Kay is a man who has grown unfamiliar with the sensation of fear. He desperately wants to go home, to stay glued to your side while someone else hunts this guy down and puts him in a hole where he’ll never see the light of day again. But the anger flares, and he wants to be the one to lead him to the darkness. As his emotions wage war within him, Deacon has to decide to tell you or to let you keep living until it’s over.

“He’s not okay,” Street points out.

“Imagine if it was your wife,” Luca replies. “He’s mad at himself is my guess.”

“Why?” Tan asks.

“Because he didn’t know,” Hondo answers as he walks by. “But we have to find this guy before Deacon decides to go after him alone."

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Deacon makes the hard decision not to tell you. He tries to convince himself it’s so that you don’t get scared, but he is dealing with enough fear for both of you. Sitting in the locker room for privacy, Deacon dials your number and waits to hear your voice. He has to force the idea of someone watching you out of his mind.

“Hey,” you answer. “I was starting to think you’d be at work all night.”

“Uh, yeah, about that. I actually do have to stay and probably won’t be home until tomorrow. I’m sorry.”

You hum before asking, “Is everything okay?”

He wants to tell you, but he’s terrified that if you know and it makes you act different, the stalker may find out that Deacon knows and go for you.

“Everything’s fine, just working with narcotics on a difficult case.” It’s not entirely a lie, at least.

“Alright, stay safe. I love you.”

Deacon closes his eyes and pictures your face, smile, hugs, and everything he can remember about you. “I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’m holding you to that, Kay.”

The line beeps, and Deacon sees the room of pictures again. His anger swells, and he has to do something, or the emotions will eat him alive. He changes into gym clothes and walks to one of the punching bags. His knuckles are pink and beginning to crack after a few minutes of intense anger management. Something in him wants to cry, but he forces it down, preferring to stick with the emotion that makes revenge seem so appealing.

“Deac,” Hondo calls. “We need to talk.”

Deacon begins punching again. “Then talk,” he says between an uppercut and a cross.

“You need to go home.”

“Not happening. Not tonight.”

“She can help.”

Deacon freezes, his hands in the guarding position as he turns to face Hondo. His hands drop to his sides as he cocks his head to the right.

“What?”

“She can help,” Hondo repeats slowly.

“How? You think she knows she’s being stalked and didn’t tell me?”

 “Not like that, Deac. You need help in something that she’s an expert in.”

“Which is?” Deacon presses, his patience already worn thin.

“Dealing with fear and worry. Being scared and desperate for answers that aren’t available to you right now. She’s a cop’s wife, Deac, she understands what you’re going through more than anyone else ever could.”

“It’s not the same, Hondo.”

“She sits at home, worried that you’re never coming home, so she calls the station. And you know what they tell her? Nothing; they say they don’t have information right now. Which is exactly the situation you’re in.”

“Someone has been watching my wife and I didn’t know, Hondo. I want to kill him, but I also want to see him rot in jail. He’s been within feet of my wife, and we don’t even know what he looks like. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it won’t work.”

“I get it, you’re scared, you’re-“

“Pissed?”

Hondo raises a hand to stop Deacon. “The emotions don’t help us if you take them out here, Deac. So, if you want to do something, find something for us to do. Don’t sit here in your own anger until something worse happens.”

Deacon looks down at his bruising knuckles and nods. “You’re right. I’ll see what I can find.”

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“The entire house is barricaded. Doors, windows, vents. This was meant to be in impenetrable fortress,” Deacon says. “But it’s not. There’s a weak spot. Right here, this red spot on the blueprint is a corner that hasn’t been reinforced. As far as we know, at least.”

“So, a single pull?” someone asks.

“Technically yes. But we’re going to try to distract him and do a triple pull. If we get lucky and one of the other pulls gets us in, we’ll make entry. But the plan is to send alpha team into this pull and get our guy.”

“Weapons?”

“None confirmed, no registered guns, but we don’t know, so operate under the assumption of yes.”

As the room clears and officers prepare to complete the breach operation and bring in a suspect, Hondo stops Deacon.

“Are you up for this?”

Deacon nods as he answers, “I won’t lie, I’m still angry and I’m a little scared about what we’ll find, but I need to be there Hondo.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say. If you want to rough him up a little, I won’t see anything.”

“If I could get away with it,” Deacon says, trailing off.

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Deacon is scared, angry, anxious, and confused, but also merciful and a good SWAT officer. When the window is pulled from the wall, bringing several stud posts down, Deacon leads the team into the house, clearing each room until they reach the living room. The man kneels in the middle of the room, his hands up in surrender.

“LAPD SWAT,” Deacon announces.

“I surrender.”

An officer reads him his rights as he’s handcuffed, staring directly ahead.

“Do you know who this woman is?” Hondo asks, showing him a picture.

The man glances at Deacon, which is all the answer he needs. Deacon hoists him to his feet, pushing him into the hallway and toward the front door. He pulls to the side slightly, steering the man into a corner.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that, let’s watch those corners on the way through,” he says.

Deacon pushes the man into the back of a cruiser, glad he’s off the street but disappointed in the lack of immediate answers.

“Leverage,” the man whispers. “He wanted leverage. We were never gonna hurt her or nothing.”

“Leverage for what?” Deacon asks, bending into the open door. “And who is we, who are you working with?”

“Working for. He’ll kill me if I tell.”

“We can protect you if you tell us what you know and tell a jury what you know.”

The man whispers a name, and Deacon nods once before closing the door.

“We got one more,” he tells Hondo.

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“It’s political?” the DA clarifies.

“We all know that gentrification mumbo jumbo was a load of absolutely nothin’ meant to butter us up before the next election.”

“And what did the images have to do with this?”

“Oh, yeah, Mrs. Kay. Pretty lady. We needed her husband on our side or it would never work.”

“How long have you been stalking her?”

“’Bout nine months. Needed lots of leverage before a big voting year like this.”

“Why so many photos?”

“Like I said, lots of leverage.”

“Were you working with anyone else?”

“We’re a two-man show.”

“Last question for now. Did you ever intend to harm the woman in the photographs?”

“Not if everything went according to plan.”

Hondo lays a hand on Deacon’s shoulder as they watch through the two-way glass.

“I need to go home,” Deacon mutters.

“Good idea, man. Take a few days if you need to. But we got him so you can both rest easy tonight.”

“Should I tell her?”

“That, brother, is up to you.”

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You hear Deacon’s car and run to the front door, opening it with a big smile. Deacon pulls you against him, hugging you tightly as he closes the door.

“I’m sorry,” he says, pulling you impossibly closer as he sits with you in his arms.

“For what?”

“Worrying you all the time. Not realizing just how many emotions are involved with seeing someone you love in danger and not having answers,” Deacon lists off.

You pull back quickly, your wide eyes searching Deacon’s deep brown ones. “What happened? Is everyone okay?”

Deacon nods, his hands wandering around your waist and back. “Someone- uh, we raided a house with narcotics yesterday and found a room full of pictures.”

“A stalker?”

“Yeah, but the pictures were of you,” Deacon adds quietly.

“Oh,” you reply, pressing your hands gently against Deacon’s shoulders. “And what happened?”

“I got so mad and scared and anxious that I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to kill the guy but I also wanted to come home and never leave your side. It was confusing and there were no answers. Hondo talked to me last night and pointed out that’s exactly what you deal with all the time.”

You nod, encouraging Deacon to continue.

“We found the guy who took the pictures and the guy he was working for. It was a political scheme to get me to back their position.”

“And they were going to hurt me if you didn’t,” you deduce.

Deacon nods, pulling you closer again.

“Deac, I know how scary it can be to not know, and how easy it is to get angry when someone hurts or threatens to hurt the people closest to you. I’m not mad at you for not coming home, but I need you to talk to me about this stuff. I love you, Deac, and I’m here for you, stalker or not.”

“Too soon,” Deacon says, chuckling despite himself.

You push your fingers through his hair and lean your forehead against his. “Did you rough him up?”

“Pushed him into a corner.”

You smile knowingly and kiss him quickly. “Thank you, Deacon.”

“I love you,” he says, gripping your waist as he tips you back to kiss you.

“I love you,” you reply, meeting him halfway.