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[nereidprinc3ss]

in the dead of night

in which spencer wakes up in the middle of the night with an overwhelming desire to feel you

18+ (smut) warnings/tags: fem!reader, soft dom!spence (certified nereidprinc3ss classic), sub reader, fingering, piv sex, praise, overstimulation, cr**mp*e (god pls we need a new term) a/n: this is probably THEE most self-indulgent thing i've ever written. but.... lowkey favorite smut i've posted thus far..... i'm such a sucker for disgustingly sleepy needy sex. just.... read it and u will see.... and as usual i love you!!! PLEASE tell me what you think!! MWAH

When Spencer got home around one in the morning, he’d been too dead on his feet to do anything more than get undressed, fall into bed, pull you close, and pass out. Now he’s slightly disoriented as he stirs, pinned between sleep and wakefulness as he realizes how you’ve curled into his side—your face is buried in his shoulder to the point where he’s concerned about your access to air—but each warm puff against his neck assures him you’re breathing alright. One arm is slung haphazardly over his shoulder and your top leg is wound around his. Without thinking, his hand cups the back of your thigh, stroking the bare skin where it presses against his hip. You’re never so soft as you are in sleep; plush, easy, gentle. Spencer realizes with some degree of frustration that he has to fuck you. That’s why he’s awake, and he condemned himself to the fate of it as soon as he touched you. 

Sometimes the impracticality of sex becomes so apparent he resents his own mammalian, biological drive to reproduce. It was never like this before he met you. You reduce him to nothing more than a primate doomed to follow its basest instincts. You make him feel stupid. 

God, he loves you. 

It’s with this in mind he drops his head to kiss your shoulder—a gentle sort of wake up call, as his hand snakes further around to your inner thigh and he presses his lips to your ear. 

“Baby?” he murmurs, kneading the smooth warmth of your leg. It doesn’t take much to wake you up. He thought after you’d been staying at his apartment on a semi-regular basis you’d begin to sleep through him getting up and coming home at odd hours, but if anything, you became more sensitive to the floor creaking or the mattress dipping. 

“Hm?” 

His fingers brush the fabric of your underwear. Your hips twitch. 

“Is this okay?”

You inhale deeply, readjusting your arms around him and nodding into his chest. 

“I need yes or no, angel.”

“Yes, please.”

The words aren’t desperate. They’re sleepy, mumbled, maybe even a little annoyed that he’s making you jump through hoops. The corner of his mouth twists in amusement at your perfunctory politeness and the way it poorly disguises your habitual impatience. 

“Thank you,” he says, rewarding you with his fingers pushing between your folds through the fabric. You say nothing more as he unhurriedly rubs your clothed clit, but he feels the way your breath catches for a moment—before pouring out in one deep tide. He presses slightly harder, transitioning from passes to slow, tight circles that elicit the tiniest, sleepiest moans. This goes on for a while until your hips begin grinding in isolated circles, chasing his hand. 

“Touch it,” you beg quietly. He can feel how damp you are through the fabric and realizes he was probably torturing you for several minutes, but sometimes he just gets so lost in touching you it becomes almost meditative. He pulls his hand away and snakes it between your bodies, sliding beneath your underwear and dragging his fingers over your puffy clit. You whimper but he quickly gets distracted when he realizes just how wet you actually are. Spencer sinks his fingers into you and moans lowly at the sound, rubbing at a spot deep inside you and rutting his palm against your clit rather than pumping his fingers. 

“Breathe,” he reminds you when he realizes how still and silent you’ve gone. A small amount of air escapes in a tremulous little cry as your hips roll gently against his hand—whether to escape the sensation or get closer is unclear. “You’re all wet, baby. Were you touching yourself before I got home?”

“Mhm,” you hum weakly against him. “Couldn’t come.”

Spencer feels like he could finish at the thought alone—the nightly phone calls while he’s away occasionally devolve into desperate phone sex and he’s gotten off to the image of you playing with yourself in his bed on more than one occasion. 

“We’ll make you come,” he promises, dragging his fingers from your soaked heat with bated breath. 

He pushes your underwear down first, until you can kick it off your feet (you’ll have to search for it between tangled sheets tomorrow) and then his own, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth as his cock brushes your tummy. Spencer hoists your bent leg further up his body, exposing your cunt a little more and reaching underneath your thigh until he can guide himself between them. 

The head of his cock pushes between your folds momentarily before he’s teasing your swollen clit, slipping the underside of his tip over it in lazy, noisy circles until you whine. 

“Stop it,” you beg, voice still strained with sleep, “need it inside.”

“You’re right, baby, I’m sorry,” he croons, pressing his lips to your hair as he notches his cock at your dripping entrance and slowly begins to push in. “You’re being very patient—”

He cuts himself off as the two of you moan in filthy harmony. You’re so worked up for him, so defenseless in your half-unconscious state that he slips in with far less resistance than usual. 

“Fuck, me,” he groans under his breath, hissing and bucking his hips when you tighten around him and cry out. He shuts his eyes and thinks of the Goncharov conjecture in an attempt to control himself; the i-th cohomology of the complex is isomorphic to the motivic cohomology group—and then he’s fine. He’s at least learned to stop rattling off mathematical paradoxes out loud during sex. “You okay?”

The only answer you have for him is an indecipherable whine that makes his chest ache. He rubs your thigh in sweet, soothing passes. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” A thought occurs—he chuckles breathily, seeing stars as you throb around him. “You never let me in that easily.”

“Mm,” you squeak, gripping his shoulder hard enough that it aches and he truly couldn’t care less, “you feel good.”

He exhales shakily, pulling out slightly before grinding his hips even deeper into yours. 

“Yeah? So do you, sweet girl.”

“Fuck,” you whimper, and he takes it as a sign that you’re ready to be fucked. Spencer’s not thinking about a whole lot as he withdraws all the way and you clench around him desperately—but somewhere in the back of his mind he’s realizing how much he loves your dirty mouth. When he was younger and dumber, he thought he’d prefer a girl who was soft-spoken and rarely (if ever) cursed. Now that he’s had you, he realizes how compelling and endearing the contrast of your soft voice is when you’re swearing like a marine. 

“God, I missed you,” he breathes into your hair as he leisurely finds the right pace and you melt against him. “I missed how soft and wet you get for me,” Spencer admits gently, eyes screwed shut as he rambles from a place of profound affection and not at all thinking clearly, “and I missed how you cry when you need it so bad it hurts, and I missed how sweet you are when you let me fuck you right after I get home and you’re so tired, just like this. You’re always so good, honey, I don’t know what I did to deserve you—” You whine and clench so hard around him it becomes an effort to push back in, and he groans as he realizes you’re already coming. “Good girl, baby. Holy fuck.”

That last part is more so whispered to himself, but he can’t help it as he feels you painting his cock with your release. You’ve never come this quickly before, and he slips his arm beneath the crook of your knee, pulling up and granting himself more access to fuck you harder and faster. You moan brokenly, sinking your nails into his back. 

“��m sorry. That was—I didn’t mean to.”

“No,” he quickly assures you, breathing hard, “that was so good, baby. It was perfect. Don’t apologize.”

It seems the brief window between climax and over-stimulation has passed, and a gasp falls from your dropped jaw, arching into him as your body unconsciously tries to find relief from the sensation. 

“Oh, god, Spencer, I—”

“You can take it, we’re getting close,” he promises. Not a demand, but meant as encouragement. “Do you think you can come for me one more time?”

“I don’t know,” you slur, the words rising to squeak. 

“I think you can. Come on, show me how you were touching yourself earlier.”

You whimper, but slide your hand from his shoulder and push it between your bodies. A gasp accompanies the jolt of your muscles as you make contact with your clit, probably demanding too much of it. Soon, however, the conflicted mewls melt into a rhythmic string of delicate, short moans, so pretty it’s like a practiced song. Spencer’s brain, usually overflowing with words, is nothing but a void of swirling fog—each of your perfect sounds, a little burst of light. Soon he’s making noises of his own, which you obviously adore if the way you tense around him is any clue. Usually he sublimates them into words, but he’s too tired, and you feel too good. Your combined moans, along with the sound of him fucking you and the sheets moving over skin make for a truly dirty soundscape. 

“Will you come inside me?” you beg breathlessly, and he can feel the movement of your hand speeding up as you get desperate. He sucks in a breath through his teeth at your plaintive request—the words bring him that much closer to finishing. 

“Yeah, baby. I’m—fuck, I’m not going to last.”

“Spencer—” and somehow, when you say his name like that, he knows exactly what you want. He bows his head and finds your lips, mostly blind in the dark, kissing you messily until that split second where his grip on reality becomes tenuous before the building pressure finally bursts. Multicolored fireworks explode behind his eyes as he moans against your lips and continues fucking you through his orgasm in strong thrusts for as long as he can. Thankfully you finish again just as he’s running out of steam. He rubs the spasming muscles of your thigh deeply as you writhe against him in your typical push-pull style—you don’t know what you want and it’s his job to hold you still and make you take it. After a moment you quiet down, stilling in his arms except for the continued expansion and contraction of your lungs. “Oh my god,” you breathe. “I can’t believe I did that. That’s so embarrassing.” Spencer chuckles breathily—kisses your forehead with his eyes still shut and slips a hand under your shirt to rub your back. 

“Why is it embarrassing? I liked it.”

“I have never—it’s never been so fast! It’s not supposed to be!”

“Why not?”

You huff.

“You’re the man. Men come too quickly. Not me.”

“I’m sorry you had to have two orgasms instead of one. Next time we’ll make sure you don’t come so we can even it out.”

You bury your face in his shoulder once more, immediately softening. 

“No! I take it back.”

“I thought you might.” His hand slides down your back, squeezing your ass affectionately. “Let's rally. We need to clean you up, angel.”

The pillow muffles your voice as you say, “I can’t. I’m asleep.”

“Can I record you saying that for playback in the morning when you ask me why I let you go to sleep with my come inside of you?”

“Spencer, I am seriously not moving. You woke me up. This is not a me problem.”

That makes him laugh, and he presses his lips to yours softly. After a long moment of his mouth moving slowly against yours, a needy little whine rushes from your nose, and it becomes evident he’s successfully kissed the attitude from you.

“You were so good, honey,” he murmurs against your lips. Another (shorter) kiss. “Did so well. I’m proud of you, baby.”

A second soft whimper from you as you chase his lips and he gives in once, briefly—knowing he can’t make you get up after this. How could he do that to such a sweet girl when she’s obviously completely exhausted? Jesus, you have him whipped. He recognizes that. And he made peace with it a long time ago. 

“Go back to sleep. I’ll clean you up.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, already slipping back into unconsciousness like you knew you’d get your way. Knowing your boyfriend, you probably did. “I love you.”

“I love you. Even though you’re a princess.”

You laugh. 

Ten-ish minutes later, once he’s done the best he can cleaning you up and is throwing the covers back over both of you, you startle him slightly by speaking. He thought you’d been asleep. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” you sigh dreamily, snaking your arms around him once more. Spencer’s cheeks heat up at the memory of the praise he’d shamelessly lavished upon you not long ago. He’s glad you’re barely awake, because he’s too flustered to think of a response. 

He loves it when you do that. 

[happyhauntt]

a grey day — spencer reid.

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─── summary: spencer meets the newest member of the department.

─── pairing: spencer reid x autistic!medical examiner!reader.

─── warnings: fluff, reader is autistic & a mom, spencer's iq gets slashed to sixty when he talks to pretty girls and it's my favourite thing. no use of y/n. reader is performing an autopsy so mentions of blood but nothing too graphic.

─── word count: 1.3k.

     YOU KNOW IT'S A GREY DAY before you even manage to open your eyes.

     And really, you’re expecting it  ━  this whole week has been filled with pale pink and lime green with solid, unwavering turquoise blobs in the middle, because you started your new job on Monday and the apprehension, the excited, the nausea, they've all been stirring up inside you for days now.

     Waking up to a grey day doesn't hit you as hard as it usually would.

     Still, you feel sluggish when you drag yourself out of bed ten full minutes after your alarm has gone off. The shower is a no-go this morning  ━  if you’re honest with yourself, the shower is a no-go most mornings, when your skin feels soft and sensitive and your brain can't cope with the idea of a barrage of hot water raining down on you  ━  so you slap on some deodorant and spray some dry shampoo in your hair, tugging it up into a rough ponytail.

     You take your time with your makeup, though; strawberry lipgloss and lots of concealer, a heaping of eyeliner and your favourite gold hoop earrings are exactly what you need to feel better. When you step out into the hallway wearing your comfiest black jeans and a jumper that's probably smart enough to pass the dress code, hearing your daughter giggling in the kitchen, the grey day lightens a little.

     It gets even better when your sister-in-law presses a travel mug of iced coffee into your hands.

     "Jackie, I fucking adore you," you say around a mouthful of delicious, soul-quenching caffeinated goodness. You’d half-expected Jackie to have something planned. Four years of living together means that Jackie tends to know about your off days before you do.

     The other woman suppresses a smile, coupled with a sharp look. "There's a three-year-old right there!"

     You snort, waving your hand nonchalantly. As if you don't have this conversation every single day. "Nellie knows not to repeat what I say." You turn to your daughter, your heart swelling three sizes as the little girl at the kitchen table looks up from her drawing. "Nell, baby, what am I always telling you?"

     "Don't go home with strangers."

     "Well, yeah, but I meant the other thing."

     The little girl brightens, revealing a missing front tooth. "If Aunt Jackie won't say it, then I shouldn't say it."

      You giggle, scurrying over to drop a kiss on your daughter's forehead. "Exactly right, my little love."

     When you turn back toward the kitchen counter, your sister-in-law's face is painted with an affronted look, her mouth half-open. "I can say bad words!"

      You wrinkle your nose. "I'll believe that when I see it."

     By the time you leave the house, sliding into your car with a second cup of iced coffee in hand, the day has lightened to a pale blue. You hope it will stay that way.

     "YOU LOOK SO TIRED, DUDE."

     Well, alright, he'll admit it wasn't the first thing he was expecting to hear when he entered the coroner's office. It's been a while since he ventured down to the morgue, sure, but Dr. Peterson has never talked to him like that before, and he's fairly certain not that much has changed in the three-or-so weeks it's been.

     And Spencer's observant. He prides himself on being able to notice things, tiny details other people seem to miss, things that are so obvious to him that he can't comprehend how normal people can't see them.

     So if anyone asks, he'll never admit that it took a full twelve seconds before he realised that the girl in the white lab coat, elbow-deep in an open chest cavity, is definitely not Dr. Peterson.

     "Uh..."

     It's the most intelligent response he can muster in the moment.

     "It's okay," you add, hardly bothering to look up from the corpse. "I'm tired too. And you're not the worst-looking guy in the room." You jerk your head at the dead guy on the table. "Although I'd say that's a pretty low bar, all things considered."

     "Where's Dr. Peterson?"

     "He retired. Or got a promotion, I think? Not totally sure." You shrug, raising an eyebrow at him. "I thought I'd met most of the department already, but I don't recognise you.” You tell him your name, squinting at him through your plastic glasses.”I’m the new... coroner, medical examiner, pathologist, dancing monkey? They didn't totally specify the position when they offered it, which I think says more about me than anything else."

     Spencer blinks. He's not totally sure he's ever met anyone who could talk nearly as fast as him before. "Dr. Spencer Reid, Behavioral Analysis Unit. Nice to meet you."

     "Oh, cool!" The liver in your hands gives a wet squelch as you drop it into a metal dish. "I'm under the BAU! I answer to your Section Chief, um, Agent Strauss? She's a little harsh, huh? I'd, uh, shake your hand, but..." You hold both hands up, mimicking a surrender, showing off the blue medical gloves slick with blood.

     An inkling of a smile creeps onto Spencer's face. "I don't shake hands."

     "That's fair," you say with a shrug. "Can I help you, Dr. Reid, or did you get lost looking for the cafeteria?"

     “No, actually.” He remembers the files he was supposed to show you and reaches into his satchel. The intensity of your gaze is like lasers on his skin and he can’t help but fumble, almost sending a stack of documents scattering across the floor.

     When he looks back up at you, cheeks flushed rosy, your stare hasn’t wavered even slightly. Amusement lingers in your eyes.

     He clears his throat and holds out the files as if they are a peace offering. He doesn’t quite understand whether a battle has been fought, but he definitely feels like he lost one. “Hotch— uh, Agent Hotchner sent the Howard County ME’s report on the Richardson case. He wanted you to look it over and sign off before they file it for the District Attorney.”

     You nod at him. The corner of your mouth quirks a little at his stuttering. You’re not sure you’ve ever been so immediately endeared to somebody before, but there he is, blinking at you like a deer caught in headlights. It’s so adorable.

     “Sure, I can do that,” you say. “Just pop it on the desk over there and I’ll get on with it when I’m done here. Can’t get any bodily fluids on the paperwork, y’know? That’d be a nightmare.”

     The volume of your laugh startles him, and he jerks slightly. The sound of it is loud and warm and it should really freak him out, considering you’re wrist-deep in a cadaver and cackling like a maniac, but it doesn’t. It’s actually kind of sweet.

     “If that’s all, Dr, Reid, I’d like to finish rooting through this guy’s insides so I can sew him back up.” Your words are an obvious dismissal, but he doesn’t feel offended, not with the kind smile still adorning your features.

     He nods and backs away. His feet feel a little numb. “Sure thing. I’ll, uh, catch you later. Have fun!”

     “I’m sure I will.”

     You sound like you’re about to laugh again. Have fun, really? He knows he’s fairly inept when it comes to women, but have fun? He scurries out of the morgue and back into the land of the living, and as Spencer boards the elevator all he can think is that he’s so glad Derek wasn’t there to witness that.

     He’s certain he’d never live it down.

     Meanwhile you resume your autopsy with an odd, fuzzy feeling in your chest. You start to hum beneath your breath, a song that must have played on the radio while you were driving to work.

     Your grey day feels a little pink at the edges.

[apparentlytheproblem]

Theodore nott x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and soft smut she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty (maybe the actors spin-off book abt nesta and cassian-) and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-)

a l l u r i n g

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: hullo, I have my midterm math exam on Monday so its all rushed and i barely have time to post but this has me screaming and crying all at once. i could not find any hardcore smut from a court of silver flames , I couldn't find any hardcore smut from court of silver flames, I'm so sorry abt that. the scene you're reading out loud is written by none other than @lustingbones, featuring Dick Grayson. I've written her fanfic in cursive so as to not get confused. she has single handedly created an obsession for nightwing in me. here's the link to the inspiration :) requests are forever open, luv, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- mf this is an advanced apology, i've never written smut. i've never even held someone's hand romantically, hell, i can't even keep eye contact, soft smut, fluffy, vulgar language, they both are minors, no protection is mentioned, it might make you uncomfortable, the reading of smut, the writing of smut

The sleeves of your black satin shirt had already fallen down your arms, the shirt itself was only being held up by two thin chains over your shoulder. it was basically as good as transparent, there wasn't a thing you couldn't see through it.

Theodore had leaned himself on his bedpost, his shirt was long gone. You were reading to him, your legs were on either side of his hips, your ass was cupped by his hand as he found utter joy in this situation. Your breasts were Infront of his face as he struggled not to get hard under you so quickly. Theo was never this grateful for being taller than you, he could just look down at you and get a perfect view. he wanted nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze it or just rip the shirt off at this point.

"He moaned softly at the squelch of your cunt swallowing him, a creamy white ring surrounding the base of his cock every moment he pulled out."

your flingers grazed the hoops of his trousers, hooking them absentmindedly. sometimes they paused and was placed next to his hips.

“D-Dick, p-please baby-” a hitch in your voice. you could feel your pussy, but more than that, you could feel a lump in his pants.

"its so attractive when you say baby like that, but when i fuck you, its gonna be theo" he mumbled by leaning closer to your ear.

all you could do is nod as he signaled for you to continue.

“Gotta breed you baby.. Show all these fuckers that you’re mine and get you pregnant. You’d like that huh? All full with my baby, my cum deep inside this needy lil’ pussy, hm? You want that princess?” You felt him smirk against your skin as he never faltered, his cock reaching so deep inside you–fuck this man would be the end of you."

Theo's eyes were fixated on you. the way your voice was wavering, the way you squeezed your thighs, how a blush crept to your face. he loved how you got so shy with the pregnancy kink. it made him wonder if she had one herself.

"you're into that? why read about it when i can give you the full experience in 6D?"

you tried to waver him off, this was the last thing you needed in this situation

" "All I do is treat you so fuckin’ well, don’t I?” Dick mumbled as his fingers started to toy with your clit, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub in circles as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt. “F-fuck..” he whined as he pulled away for a moment to look down at where the two of you were connected, his cum from earlier rounds already starting to pool onto the bedsheets and trailing down your thighs. “S’good to me, ya know that? Such a good girl..” Fuck it was starting to become too much for him, but it felt so fucking good.."

you could feel your own pussy throbbing. If you were being honest to yourself, you were thinking about you and Theodore. your head keeps going to the idea of him saying this to you, doing this to you and feeling him so hard just got you more turned on.

“G-Gonna come, Dee–fuck!” you whimpered as you fell back into the sheets with your face squished against the pillows, gripping the blanket into your hands tightly."

your palm grazed his veiny arms, has he been working out? they've gotten so big..

“F-fuckin’ come baby, come all over this cock..” He coos through clenched teeth, his nails lightly digging into your plush skin as his thrusts sped up."

from palms to fingernails, they slowly trail up his forearm and roamed around his chest.

"Whiney breaths leave your throat as your climax starts building, before the coil in your tummy finally snaps, your juices gushing around him as he let out a whine and threw his head back."

you find yourself adjusting to place your pussy right above his cock. you could see his face trying to not to show any signs of satisfaction. that was all you needed.

“C-Come inside me, Dick–please!” you squeal with your face squished into the pillow to muffle your needy whines as his cock twitched inside you." 

all he could concentrate about is trying not to break character. his eyes fixated on the elegant curve of your back beneath the clear fabric. her rough voice ran through his head in circles. he lifted an arm from his side, letting it play with the bottom buttons, almost only leaving one left. The only thing covering you up.

“I know baby, I know–fuckk!” he groaned as you felt him release inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls a creamy white, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling inside you, pants and heavy breathing leaving both of your lips as you sat in silence."

you ran your arms down his abs, he loved your not so secret fixation you had for them. but you loved it more.

"You whine as you try to crawl away from his needy hands before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to flip you onto your back, a few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you with a grin painting his plush lips. Gosh it’s like he was trying to kill you."

“Said ya’ wanted to help me..” he cooed as he leant down with his lips ghosting over yours. "

“So, help me..”

Theodore was done. He gently picked the book from your hand and placed it on his nightstand. both his hands went under your thighs as to place you on the bed so he could tower over you, his chain dangling Infront of your eyes.

"hi handsome" you said peering up to him. you pulled his arm to examine it. his veins looked so hot, just absolutley lovley to have around you.

"hey beautiful"

you take his hand, a quiet smile made way too your face as you rest it on your breasts

Theodore felt your hands as it unzipped his trousers leaving him in boxers. your hand slid up and down his dick in slow strokes, just to drive him mad.

he takes her into my arms still kneeling, hitching your leg around his torso before pulling you as close as possible. The kisses you shared were soft, unbothered needy but never rushed.

[rrat-king]

some Bad Girls accesory headcannons:

adaine

doesn't need glasses but wears blue light ones because the light gives her migraines. the glasses are round silver wire frames that she has broken and cast mending on too many times

she loses her glasses constantly so gorgug made her a glasses chain so they can just hang when she's not wearing them. it has little star charms and blue and silver beads

it's my hc that adaine didn't actually give kristen her pinky back, keeping the philange instead so she has the bone on a little necklace she wears. its morbid but sweet.

she has a leather book holster that ayda made her after she complimented her's so that they are matching. keeps her spellbook in it

has three bracelets from kristen: a red rubber 'vote for applebees' bracelet as well as two woven friendship bracelets, a purple and blue chevron as well as a orange white and blue striped

elf ears are... so stupidly sensitive so she has a hard time wearing earings but she does steal fig's ear cuffs a lot

kristen

wears dog tags with jawbone's number as her emergency contact in case anything happens. he doesn't legally have custody but its a safe way of making sure he gets called over her parents

got her septum peirced with fig in leviathan, was originally a silver barbell but had to take it out when she realized the silver meant that tracker wouldn't kiss her, so wears a little golden hoop instead

has six trillion bracelets. most of them are friendship bracelets she's made herself, but she also has a rubber sig figs bracelet, a pony bead bracelet that says 'little shrimp' as well as a 'WWCD?' she made with her campaign rubbers

bad at wearing rings but has a number of them that she keeps on a carabiner that tracker got her (most of them found in the river while throwing rocks with riz. don't ask her why there are so many lost rings in the river she doesn't question it)

she got rid of her cross necklace after meeting helio but still has the saint necklace she got at first cornmunion. it's saint iree, patron saint of the lost harvest

fig

has one of gorthalaxes guitar picks as a necklace along with a million others

wears rings around her horns, most of which she makes herself but fabian gifted her a few of his that he doesn't wear cuz 'they interfere with my fighting, thank you' that are nice elven gold

has a matching septum with kristen as well as a million other peircings

she. loves. mixing. metals. she wears a million pieces of jewelry and they are all mishmashed but because none of it matches it works

constantly stealing her mom's earings. it drives sandra lynn crazy

hardcore believer in scrunchys over hairties. always has one either in her hair on on her wrist even they somewhat clash with her aesthetic.

wears compression gloves under her fingerless gloves to help with her joints swelling

has a million pins including: some of her mom's old band pins that she let her have, band pins of her own, kristen's campaign buttons as well as kipperlillys but she doodles over those, pins she's made herself out of bottle caps, a little tin skateboard pin gorgug made her, and a red compass pin that ayda gave her that belonged to one of the previous ayda's

(will make one for the boys eventually when i have time to come to terms with riz's new found accessory addiction this season)

[kisseobie]

OH AND-idk if you’ve received a request abt this before but I’ll take my chance, piwon with an s/o who has nipples or a tongue piercing 🤭

- 🪼 anon

p1harmony with a s/o who has specific piercings

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

genre: nsfw (mdni)

a/n: hii 🪼 anon! thank u so much for this request.. i have always wanted these types of piercings so this was fun to think abt :P i hope it’s okay that i included more than just the piercings u mentioned, i wanted some variety and couldn’t help myself lol

*ੈ keeho

kyo would beggggg you to get a clit piercing. kind of alludes to how hot it would be but he’s mostly just teasing—he doesn’t mind if you shoot down his jokes about it because at the end of the day it’s your body. when you do surprise him with one, probably getting it done when he’s touring so it has some time to heal, he’s dropping to his knees quicker than he’s ever done before, ready to eat you whole and gauge what reactions the heightened sensitivity from the jewel will get out of you. i can see him kissing your clit, right atop the pretty piercing, then replacing his lips with his tongue… would make a “v” shape with his fingers on your cunt just to spread you out so he can fully devour the view. taps the tip of his cock against the stud, and gets addicted to the mix of pain and pleasure when it slightly sinks into the slit of his cockhead .. buys you jewelry every now and then and makes you model it for him… yum

*ੈ theo

taeyang might be a mood maker, but he’s still very shy in nature, so i don’t think he’d ever express his desires for your nipples to be pierced directly to you, but he’s definitely fantasized about it. he might have drunkenly mentioned his little fantasy to one of his members late at night, when he’s assumed you’ve passed out on his thigh, when in reality, you were fully awake… if you surprise him in the future by flashing him, he’s immediately grabbing you by the waist with a crazed look in his eyes. lovesss pinching your buds and sucking at them whilst making eye contact with you, in fact i don’t think there’s anything he loves more. if you mix and match the color of your nipple jewelry with your lingerie sets, trust and believe he’s fucking your boobs and spilling all over them :P oh and he loves helping you switch and pick out your jewelry .. praises you all the time with words like “got your tits all dolled up for me, angel? you’re driving me crazy.”

*ੈ jiung

i’ve mentioned before that this man is a sucker for blowjobs, and if you get a tongue piercing and give him head? he’s losing his fucking mind.. would get all rough with it, standing up and slapping his cockhead against your tongue—decorated with a little bud of metal that he oh so adores. jiung would whine out from the added stimulation of your tongue piercing, especially when it would drag over the prominent vein etched on his shaft. would have you on your knees with your tongue stuck out as he fucks into his fist, making sure that when he comes, he paints your tongue, and your little stud, white :3 he’s soooo nasty with it… would probably think about getting a tongue piercing as well, especially after feeling how yours feels against his dick.. i feel like ji is such an experimentalist so he’d wanna know how a tongue piercing would make you feel … woah guys jiung tongue piercing WHEN?

*ੈ intak

intak is a simple man at heart, so he doesn’t need you to have any fancy piercings for him to get riled up. just a typical nostril hoop or loaded ears are enough for him to feel like the luckiest man on earth.. is always telling you how badass you are, it’s actually very endearing. ooh but if you do want to catch him completely off guard .. getting his name tattooed in traditional cursive lettering, with a single dermal stud on the “i” in his name, would bring a possessive side out of intak like you’ve never seen before. he’d probably spend many mornings admiring your piercings whilst watch you sleep, would definitely kiss the jewelry and help you clean the pierced skin with saline solution. doesn’t particularly want piercings of his own, but he’d buy those fake ones, matching yours just to surprise you one day (he’d be giggling because he thought he looked ridiculous, but would be pleasantly surprised of you pounced on him and found the potential piercings sexy) :D

*ੈ soul

any dermal or facial piercings would fuck shota up for sure. back dermals or angel bites, he doesn’t really care exactly what you opt to get.. he just loves to see his girlfriend pierced up tbh. imagining you with back dermals though.. i think soulie would be so amazed at how brave you would be to get them, as they are known as being pretty painful piercings. would accompany you to your appointment and hold your hand so sweetly throughout the entire process, and then he’d take you home and fuck you from the back so he’d have the perfect view of the new jewelry. once you’re all healed up, he’s definitely making excuses to cum on your back when you in fact know he’s just obsessed with coming on top of the studs <33 and if you have facial piercings? he’s kissing them as he pounds into your heat, making out with you impossibly close and hissing at the way the jewelry pokes at his soft skin. like jiung, he might even try to get matching piercings with you :3

*ੈ jongseob

get your belly button pierced and jongseob is fucking you into next week. his emo self would be so stoked if his girlfriend decided to get her belly button pierced. loves you and your crop tops already, but he doesn’t realize until you’ve been pierced just how much he loves the sight of your tummy out and about, especially now that it’s been decorated with a little pink heart charm. finds it so cute and so sexy, would definitely pull you into him and wrap his hands around your waist, thumbs etching little circles into your skin and getting dangerously close to the piercing.. oh and i can’t write jongseob without mentioning his love for photography. can you imagine getting your button pierced and seobie taking polaroid pictures of you on his bed, topless and only wearing some skimpy panties.. ugh and he loves looking at how ur tummy bulges when he’s fucking into you, the piercing being the cherry on top.. oh i’m gonna faint

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[avidfics]

Moving On

summary: Soccer player abby finds out you're going on a date and is unhappy about it.

warnings: possessive abby; slightly mean; fluff; some suggestive content; kissing; thighs

a/n: happy new year! this is me manifesting a buff woman for 2024

abby let out a grunt as she pushed past a defensive player. There were only a few minutes left of soccer practice but she still had the energy to continue for another hour. Her team was in a good groove, the sun was out, and her girl was stopping by to chat after practice. She took a split second to squint against the sun to scan the crowd of spectators, and a wide smile broke across her face when she saw you, her girl, watching the practice by your parked car. 

She might’ve begun going all out now that she knew you were watching. In the last minute, she helped her team gain another point. “Damn, Abby.” One of her teammates gave a sly look. “Trying to show off for your girlfriend or something?” The rest of her teammates laughed along. They knew you and abby weren’t technically an item, but everyone knew abby had claimed you and she didn’t see a need to correct them. “Nah, no showing off is necessary. My girl already knows I’m the best player on the field.” Her team playfully booed her off the field, as she grabbed her gear and jogged over to where you sat overlooking the field on the back of your pickup truck. 

abby didn’t know if she was an ass or tits person, but when it came to you, she loved whatever piece of skin you showed for that day. And today? You wore skimpy gym shorts that had magically crawled up higher on your legs because of your seated position. The damn shorts were so tiny it exposed the flesh at the top of your thighs. She licked her lips as she desperately tried not to imagine taking the fat of your thighs in her rough hands and squeezing them, kissing them to discover any sensitive spots. 

Luckily you hopped off the truck bed to greet her and she didn’t have to be distracted by the thought of plush thighs. “Great practice, abs!” You threw both arms around her bulky form in a hug and abby took full advantage, circling your waist and spinning you around. Her core tightened when your giggle sang out. 

“Get a room!” The playful jeer is called out by her approaching teammates. “Y/N if you’re unsatisfied by abby and ever want to try another soccer player you just let us know.” You laugh at their exaggerated wink, not seeing abby shoot a hard look at her friends.

Without saying anything, she slings her arm over your shoulder, curling her body into yours in a possessive hold. Your checks flame at the intimate attention. “Please, we’re just friends. She gets enough attention from her fan club.” Even as you try to deny what’s obvious to everyone else, abby’s other hand starts to play with you in little ways that make your thoughts scramble, playing with the hoop of your earring, tugging on a piece of your hair, leaning her head against your head as if suddenly very tired. 

You clear your throat and hope no one hears how loud your heart is beating. If it beated any faster you’d need an ambulance. “Actually, please wish me luck, I have a date tonight.”

The silence from the once rowdy group is deafening. Scarier is abby’s sudden frozen movements. 

A timid “Congrats” from a teammate is sharply interrupted by the jarring laughter coming from abby. Her once warm presence leaves your side to pace in front of you. Her restless hands running over her ponytail, taking it down, and creating a tumble of hair onto her broad shoulders. “Is this a joke? Because you’ve been funnier.”

You straighten at the outlaudish way she’s questioning your approaching date. “This might be a shock but some people actually consider me desirable and want to date me.” For months you’d sent hints of your desiree for more to abby and in response she’d continue to keep you at arms length. The rejection, combined with the countless girls she actually did fuck, had finally pushed you to your limit so when a girl from another college asked you out, you gave in and said yes. 

Her teammates left the escalating sitation in a noiseless retreat. Leaving only you, with wobbling knees, and a very pissed off team captain.

“People?” Narrow eyes make you advert your eyes. “You got a whole roster of people fucking you that I don’t know about?” Before you could stop you pushed at her chest, eyes wide in outrage. 

The rebuff seemed to clear abby’s mind because an apology immediately floods out her mouth and she takes several deep breaths to clear her red vision. 

Her kinder expression and domineering approaching steps causes you to retreat till your back is flush against your truck. abby’s entire frame blocks you in but she only give an impish smile as she takes both your hands within her grip, playfully yanking them behind her back. “Obviously I know you’re hot as fuck. That’s why I’m so concerned. Just tell me their name and I’d feel alot better about letting you go.”

Like you’d fall for that.

A small chuckle falls from your lips as you pull your hands away and scoot from under abby to get into your car. “abby you’re not ‘letting’ me go anywhere. I’m grown and your not getting their name to cyber stalk them. This is my date and what I decide to do with whoever is none of your concern.” 

As you settled into the driver seat, abby began to panic as the feeling of control slipped out of her hands. She stopped the door before you fully closed it and yanked it back open. “Let me at least drive you to the restaurant.” she pleaded.

“None of your concern.” you sang as you moved to push her out the way. But before you could, a hard hand gripped the back of your neck and roughly brought your lips to hers. The shock kept you still as a statue but abby didn’t seem to mind as she took charge and sensuously moved her lips against yours. You could taste the remaining sweat from practice on her lips. Before pulling away she gave a quick swipe of her tongue against your bottom lip and gave a final goodbye peak to your still wet bottom lip. “You’ll always be my concern. Good luck on your date.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

blooming - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 217 - NSFW (suggestive but not explicit)

Normally, Sirius loved his piercings. Not only did he laugh at the idea of his mother's horrified face every time she saw them, but he also genuinely liked how they looked on his body. And, secretly, they made him feel cool.

But in this moment, he was cursing his own idiocy for ever even thinking about getting them. Because a few seconds ago, as he pulled his shirt over his head, it had gotten somehow attached to several of the hoops in his ears, wrapping around his arms and elbows, leaving him floundering with his hands above his head.

As he grunted and struggled, his chest bare and his arms trapped, he turned, only to find Remus, who must have entered the dorm only moments ago, just staring at him, a curious expression on his face.

"Are you- are you just going to stand there and leave me like this?" Sirius panted slightly, pulling at the shirt tangled in his earrings and arms again, wincing a bit.

But Remus just looked over his bare chest hungrily, lust blooming over his face as he took a step closer, trailing his fingers over the sensitive skin of Sirius's sternum, making him shiver. "Yeah. I think I will," he whispered, smirking suggestively, before slowly pushing Sirius backwards towards the bed.

[buttdumplin]

Been thinking a lot about the 141 boys and their piercings. This is just a quick little thing

cw: poly 141, gn!reader, clit and tits specified but that's it, genital piercings, breeding mention, lots of precum (this one is a little sticky), aftercare mentioned, let me know if I missed anything! word count: 982

Ghost, undeniably, with his Jacob's ladder, 7 rungs. He'll use it to measure and tease each of you about how much of him you're able to take. He loves seeing the pride and hunger that each rung inspires, making it solely about you as the receiver. It's quite an experience every time, one he'll recreate as many times as asked. But if you ask Ghost, his favorite use of it is working each of you up without penetration. He'll still your hips as he grinds against you until you're drenched and every drag of his cock fills the room with squelching. He'll rut against the boys from base to tip until they are coated with their own precum. Gaz will whimper every time Ghost presses against his frenulum and the sound alone has the rest of you moaning.

Pretty boy Gaz himself has 2 that he can hide, a lovely little tongue piercing and a guiche. The boy loves to give and to get, and really, who can blame him. He loves the fact that he can keep both mostly hidden and then flash them at all of you to tempt you into bed. And it's never not worked. The boys are never as breathless as they are every time he presses the bead on his tongue into their slits. It's lead to plenty of sounding sessions, but nothing hits as hard as when Gaz has his lips wrapped around their tips, bead nestled in them, and he lets out a deep, prolonged hum. And in return, you'll all take advantage of that guiche. You'll reach down as you ride him, past those incredibly sensitive balls of his, and press and flick lightly at the hoop. It'll have the most sinful sounds coming from his mouth and have his hips stutter.

Soap has his nipples done, a shiny silver barbell through each, of course. His nipples were already sensitive before the piercings, but now a single flick at them will have him hard in half a second. You've all been known to take on the challenge of making Soap cum by just playing with his nipples. Those nights will end with him drooling and covered in copious amounts of his own cum, because a single time is not enough for any of you. And while it leaves him sensitive for days, he lives for those sessions. Soap will also use them to subtly and secretly work the boys up during the day. He'll drop by to check in on them and come close as if he's got something important to tell them, but he'll use the moment to rub his nipple against theirs. He'll keep at it until they reach for him, sprinting away before they can grab hold. And with you, he'll pin you down and hold your tits to give you the exact same treatment, only without any clothes acting as barriers, ignoring the rest of your body, not stopping until you're begging prettily. Never you mind that he's also panting by the time you do so.

And Price, beautiful, wonderful Price. He has his nipples pierced, too, only he's got heavy silver hoops in them. He's also got a Prince Albert, which he will use on all of you without an ounce of hesitation. Nights with him will have each and every single one of you crying with pleasure. He'll gladly go at Gaz' frenulum with it, having him cumming just from frotting. He'll use it to milk Ghost and Soap's prostates, making them go for round after round after round until they run dry. And he'll use it to abuse your clit until you're begging him to fuck you, whispering in your ear that maybe this time it'll stimulate your cervix enough to help his seed catch. You always agree, nodding blindly, needing the feeling of him ramming into you so fucking deeply.

On days when he's tired and needs a break from his constant role of authority, you and the boys will bring out this little chain you had made for him. It's an almost dainty thing that clips onto his nipple hoops and his Prince Albert. It's just short enough to pull gently at all three, giving steady stimulation but not enough to help him cum. You and the boys will have him kneel in front of you, and you'll caress him and kiss him and put on a show to make his heavy cock jerk and tug on the chain. On these days, Price will never beg, he won't even speak unless asked to. Because he knows you'll all treat him right, he knows he's in safe hands. So he'll kneel in place for as long as asked, using his mouth on each of you, a steady string of precum oozing from his cock and hitting the floor. These chain sessions end with Price at the center of the cuddle pile and the most tender aftercare.

There is another one they all have as well. No one really remembers who brought it up to begin with, but for your one year anniversary with them, they all got a pubic piercing. They all went into the shop together to get it done a couple of months earlier, knowing they'd be gone on deployment and successfully be able to hide them. So on the night of, after you've all come back home from a lovely dinner, they ask you to close your eyes for just a moment. You hear lots of rustling and some giggling from Soap and some hushing from Ghost and sharp, nervous exhales from both Price and Gaz. They give you the all-clear and you open your eyes to see them holding their already heavy erections to the side to show you the pretty jewelry. "For that pretty clit of yours," they say. "Now you'll have to tell us who uses it the best"

[wileys-russo]

green eyed snake II l.williamson x reader

you have all been blowing up my inbox wanting jealous leah so…here we go. warning for suggestively spicy content and kind of a toxic relationship dynamic? minors dni!!

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green is my favourite colour II l.williamson

"well hello gorgeous." a soft voice murmured in your ear, long tanned arms wrapped around you and your girlfriends nose tucked its way into your neck, lips peppering feather light kisses along your collarbone.

"you look stunning." the blonde breathed out, her hands moving to grip your hips as your eyes met in the mirror and she gave you a pearly white smile.

rewarding her with a sneaky kiss for the compliment you turned in her hold and took her in. leah was kit in a pair of black suit pants and a charcoal grey knitted vest, meaning her toned arms were out on full display which drove you mad.

her freshly dyed blonde hair popped against the dark tones of her outfit and was brushed back neatly into a low bun, a few loose strands hung framing her face. her slender fingers were dotted with various rings, snug hoops hugged her ears and the small golden gunner necklace you'd bought her for her birthday hung proudly around her neck.

"stop staring at my arms creep." leah smirked knowingly as your eyes shamelessly roamed her muscles, head spinning in disbelief that she was yours. leahs own eyes landed on the small L necklace which clung to your own collarbones, lips curling into a smile.

"i think you'll find my eyes are up here." the english captain grabbed your chin, tilting your head up so your orbs locked with hers before her hands slid slowly down your sides, gently tracing circles on the exposed slit of skin down the side of your leg.

"much as you look good enough to eat. i think you need to change." leah mumbled lazily as you quirked an eyebrow and she parted your legs slightly. "mm and why's that baby?" you asked quietly, eyes flickering between her lustful gaze and her rosy pink lips.

"because everyone's going to stare at what's mine." your stomach flipped as her warm breath whispered the words in your ear, her hands grabbing possessively at your hips as her thigh slotted in between yours.

"maybe i want the attention." you pushed, the blonde pulling her head back and looking down at you in challenge. "are you saying i don't give you enough attention baby girl?" she questioned, tilting her head as if daring you to agree and you almost moaned at the term of endearment that she knew drove you crazy.

"maybe i just like attention." you smiled teasingly, hands sliding up the inside of her top, watching her tough facade falter slightly at your touch, feeling her abs tense and contract beneath your cold hands.

you knew there was more she wanted to say but as you flicked teasingly at the strap of the thin bralette she had on underneath they disappeared on her tongue as leah leant in and hungrily devoured your lips.

your head swam as she indulged you, tongue swirling around your mouth instantly taking control of the kiss as your hands stroked up and down her stomach, the blonde biting gently at your bottom lip and earning her a small moan from you which only spurred her on further.

"baby i love you and as much as i love doing this with you if we don't leave like right now we're going to miss the reservation." your hands came to rest on her chest and gently pushed her away, your chest heaving quietly as you dodged her attempts to resume your previous activities, her lips instead pressed against your cheek.

"do we have to go? that dress is doing things to me." leah exhaled, pressing her body back into yours as she intertwined your fingers and gently pinned your hands to the counter behind you, burying her face in your neck as you felt her teeth nip at the sensitive skin.

"yes we do, its taken me ages to get us a table at cristoni's and you promised to take me to dinner." you forced yourself to once again push her away, as much as your body was screaming out for you to give in to her needy demands.

you also knew the longer you made her wait it out the better it always was for both of you.

"i did promise that didn’t i." leah sighed taking a moment to compose herself before she straightened and pushed herself away from the counter, offering her hand out toward you.

"plus i didn't squeeze myself into this dress only for you to peel it off me...least not yet." you looked her up and down with a suggestive smile before taking her hand.

"but thank you baby i knew you were a woman of your word." you pressed a kiss to her cheek as the two of you made your way downstairs, leah withholding a groan watching the back of you strut down the driveway as she grabbed her keys and locked the house up.

"ah!" the blonde tutted as you reached for the door handle, shooing you away from the car as she shouldered in and opened the door for you, gesturing you could now get into her range ranger, which you swore sometimes she loved even more than she loved you.

you'd begged her ever since the day she'd bought it to let you get behind the wheel and she hadn't budged an inch, forever just chuckling at your request and shutting you up with a firm shake of her head and a kiss.

starting the ignition her hand was quick to find its way to your thigh with a loving squeeze, pointer finger gently scratching absent minded lines along the bare skin where your dress had bunched up as you sat down, pulling out of the driveway.

your phone connected to her speaker system and you took your time to find the right music you were in the mood for, leah sighing dramatically at the delay as you shot her a look and eventually selected a song.

"remind me again why you always get to choose what we listen to when i'm driving?" leah asked with a raise of her eyebrow, hand never leaving your thigh even for a second as she drove. "well considering you don't let me drive i get passenger princess privileges, obviously." you shot her a sly smile as she simply rolled her eyes, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you for the rest of the ride.

same story as before once you'd arrived to the restaurant leah was quick out of the car, shooting around to your door to open it for you before you'd even had a second to undo your seat belt. "what a gentlewoman you are, and they say chivalry is dead." you pecked her lips appreciatively and interlaced your hands.

"never would i give someone the chance to say i don't know how to treat my best girl." leah grinned in response, locking the car and stealing another kiss. "your best girl? so glad i top the list." you remarked with a grin.

"well today in that dress you do. but tomorrow could be a different story, you know i rank my list day by day." leah shrugged as you scoffed and she only laughed, pushing you against the car, pulling you into a searing kiss and mumbling possessively against your lips that you were her only girl.

"excuse me angel crossing, angel crossing, oi excuse me sir there's an angel crossing here be careful!" leah yelled out as a car pulled out and swerved toward the two of you, arm tucked protectively around your waist as you threw your head back with a laugh at her antics, the blonde holding her free hand up in warning toward the car signalling for it to stop as you tugged her across the road.

"you're such an idiot." you laughed as you reached the other side of the road, pulling her into a kiss and smacking her shoulder as the blonde flipped off the car which honked at the two of you before screaming off in the opposite direction.

"table for williamson, party of two." your girlfriend politely informed once you'd stepped inside the restaurant, the hostess nodding and leading the two of you over to your table, leahs arm remaining wrapped around your waist right until you sat down in your seat, which of course she pulled out and pushed in for you.

"its so lovely in here i can see why everyone bangs on about it." you looked around in awe as your girlfriend murmured a thank you and gave a polite smile to the waiter who poured you both a glass of water.

"oh my god james?" you called out as a familiar face walked past the table, the boy stopping in his tracks and doing a double take as his eyes landed on you, immediately setting off alarm bells in leah's head as her grip on the menu in her hands tightened.

it was no secret to anyone who knew her well that leah could be slightly incredibly possessive over what she deemed as hers, which was first and foremost you.

it did though come as a surprise to most of her friends how much you seemed to encourage the green eyed snake inside her to rise when she felt anyone else was consuming your attention or affection, and just how intensely her jealousy could arise and erupt.

it used to be a key point that lead to ongoing arguments between the two of you in the early stages of your relationship, and you couldn't understand why the blonde didn't trust you'd never be lead astray. though over time you began to find how possessive the girl was really quite attractive, positively flattered that she was so obsessed with being the sole receiver of your attention.

always up to play the game you were never shy pushing limits with how much you could get away with before she would snap. sometimes all it would take was a cheeky wink or a stroke of your hand along a strangers arm with a flirty smile to drive her to the edge, and you were always rewarded for your efforts.

"y/n? hey!" the boy hurried over toward you, not even noticing leah sat across the table from you who stiffened at the unwanted intrusion. "how long has it been? six, maybe seven years?" you grinned, not picking up on leah's glaring discontent as you chattered away to your old neighbor.

that was until you felt your girlfriend kick sharply at your leg and glanced across the table. the blonde was starring daggers at you, jaw clenched meaning the veins in her neck and biceps popped more prominent than ever.

“oh this is leah." you finally introduced the taller girl with a dismissive wave, james giving her a polite smile before the two of you went back to your own conversation, leaving leah in disbelief you hadn’t even said she was your girlfriend.

the green eyed snake truly awoken, jealousy reared it’s ugly head as leah caught the boy blatantly glancing down at your exposed chest, the dress you’d put on with a plunging neckline that only leah was allowed to appreciate since in her mind your body belonged to her and her only.

"don't you have a job to get back to, jake?" leah interrupted, purposefully getting his name wrong with a smile so calm it was almost deadly, but you knew her well enough to see the malice hidden behind her eyes, just waiting to bubble up and boil over.

but not picking up on the ill intent behind them the boy nodded at her words and sent you a radiant smile before striding off toward the kitchen. "really?" you quirked an eyebrow toward the older girl who ignored you, eyes back to scanning the menu.

"really?" you repeated more firmly this time, her eyes flicking up toward you before she hummed. "that wasn't nice baby, he's just an old friend." you stated with a knowing smile, already recognizing her jealous tendencies as excitement coiled in your stomach.

"are you ladies ready to order?" leahs mood worsened as the boy returned, not missing how you perked up as he did, james pulling a face and making you laugh. the same giddy giggle that leah knew should have only been reserved for her.

"i'll have the sirloin medium rare with roast potatos and the seasonal vegetables, she’ll have the same but with the salmon instead of the steak.” leah ordered for the two of you, the subtle dominance of the action making your stomach flip as the blonde refused to look anywhere but directly at you.

“now y/l/n you’ve never been someone to let anyone do anything for you, how times have changed i see!” the boy smiled charmingly toward you as your own eyes remained locked with the blonde across the table who raised an eyebrow in challenge at his words.

“actually i’ll have the chef’s special risotto.” you spoke up against what your girlfriend had ordered for you, removing your gaze from leah toward james with a playful wink. “that shouldn’t be too long.” he nodded and once more his eyes dipped shamelessly toward your chest before he disappeared.

“you hate risotto.” leah eventually spoke up, and your lips curled into a smirk seeing the fire in her eyes despite the lack of malice behind her words, knowing this was getting to her but she was trying to control herself.

“maybe i want to try something new.” you smiled innocently, moving your foot to rub teasingly down her leg. “you know what you’re doing. we’re trying to have a nice meal, stop it.” leah ordered quietly, leaning in a little with a firm look of warning toward your behaviour, balled fists resting on her thighs.

though as much as she was seemingly so against it, you knew in a special way that existed only between the two of you that she was also enjoying this, because you both knew what it would eventuate to.

a calm settled between the two of you momentarily as the conversation flittered to your upcoming holiday together in ibiza.

thankfully a different waiter had delivered your food, leah of course offering to swap with you like the gentlewoman that she was but to her surprise you tucked in happily to what you’d ordered, even if it had only really been to spite her.

“that dress isn’t coming with us.” leah shook her head firmly, ghost of a smile tugging at her lips as she shamelessly drunk in the curves of your body, because it was hers and she was allowed to.

“it’s cute that you think i actually listen to you about what i can and can’t wear.” you smiled smugly, leah knowing full well that you did whatever you wanted whenever you wanted to do it, forever giving the english captain a raging headache as you did.

“it’ll be cute when i repack your case while you’re sleeping the night before we leave then, only turtlenecks, baggy tops and full coverage swimsuits for you my girl.” leah smirked as you playfully rolled your eyes, though you wouldn’t put it past her to give it a try.

“i’d just buy more when we got there.” you challenged after you finished the last mouthful of your food, pushing your plate away to join leah’s which she’d finished long before you did.

“i’ll cut you off then.” leah countered with a grin, not missing the way your eyes drifted down to her exposed arms, hungrily fixating on her muscles as she folded her arms over her chest and relaxed back in her seat slightly.

though the light joking atmosphere that flowed between the two of you was promptly shattered as your friend returned, waving for his coworker to clear your plates.

leahs jaw clenched as she watched your flirty mannerisms return, pinching and twisting at a loose thread of her sweater vest as you gave an overly enthusiastic laugh and smacked his arm at a poorly timed dad joke that was not funny.

the final straw was the boy suggesting the two of you exchange numbers, and to leahs bewildering surprise you agreed, encouraging him to go grab his phone so you could put the digits in it.

leah saw red and she could have sworn steam flew out of her ears as you traced your fingers down his bare arm with a wink before the boy hurried off out back to no doubt grab his phone.

leah was on her feet and standing over you before you could even blink. “baby get up, we're leaving.” the blonde ordered instantly and your stomach clenched at the firm tone of voice. “maybe I want desert.” you pushed, making no move to get up as the taller girl leaned down.

“get up. or i’m not above having to drag you out of here by your hair.” she warned quietly in your ear, slender fingers gripping your wrist tightly as you grinned and allowed her to pull you to your feet, the clear amusement in your eyes only further fueling your girlfriends jealous rage.

you stayed quiet as leah paid, seemingly happy and complimentary of the meal, but you knew her well enough to see through the fakeness of it all.

“oh but um, oh this is really quite embarrassing-“ leah paused as you turned to leave, pulling you tightly back into her side as the hostess raised a curious eyebrow. “one of the waiters, jake I think it was? well he was making my girlfriend incredibly uncomfortable-“ the blonde started and you scoffed quietly as leahs fingers dug into your hip in warning to stay quiet.

“oh uh james?” the hostess clarified and leah gave a exclaim, smacking her forehead and nodding that was the one. “-maybe have a little chat with him about manners, like not staring at women’s bodies and coming onto them when they clearly aren’t interested.“

"i am so incredibly sorry about that miss williamson, i can promise you it will be dealt with." the hostess assured as leah nodded. "just a talking to should do it. i look forward to his apology the next time we dine here." leah smiled politely and with that she walked the two of you outside.

"you are unbelievable." you chuckled with a small shake of your head, only met with silence as leah stared straight ahead, though as you watched her jaw flex every now and then you knew you were in for it.

the drive home was also filled with a tense silence, both the defenders hands remaining on the wheel as you watched her knuckles go white the harder she gripped on the closer you were to your shared home.

you were first out of the car and right to the front door as leah parked and followed behind, leaning around you to unlock the house as you strode off to your shared ensuit without a word.

you began to take off your earrings as you heard her footsteps follow after you, and before you could even blink her body was pressed in behind you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back.

"shut up." the taller girl warned before you could even open your mouth, a small smile instead appearing on your lips at how easy it was to get her to bite, the girl pulling harder on your hair in response as you winced slightly.

“look at yourself.” leah growled in your ear, and you had to physically stop yourself from smirking at how you knew you’d gotten what you wanted as you locked eyes with her through the vanity mirror, the taller girl forcing your head to rest against her shoulder as she pulled you back by your hair in an iron grip.

"i hope that was worth it baby girl. cause now i'm gonna use you to get off and then i'm spend the next few hours edging you on every fucking surface of this house."

[animasola86]

Yours to take

Notes: This is a continuation of It belongs to me and Mine! (but can be read individually), horny!girlfriend and possessive!Seb are at it again.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc

Genre: Smut // Words: 7.9k // [Read on AO3]

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content. Public sex (reverse cowgirl, doggy, lifted missionary, first time anal). Traumatising first-years.

Synopsis: The game Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff is on, and Sebastian and his horny girlfriend can't just sit through it without indulging in their desire for each other.

Last warning: Whenever I write from Seb's perspective, it gets extra dirty. So be warned! Severe smut below!

Yours to take

She was squirming on his lap, restlessly shifting, pressing her plump arse right against his groin, grinding herself against him relentlessly. His cock was rock hard between her cheeks by now, and Sebastian would have groaned if they weren't currently surrounded by a sea of red and yellow and a whole stadium filled with Quidditch enthusiasts.

He couldn't care less about the sport in that instant, his mind was focused on the pretty girl slowly undulating on top of him, her eyes following the players as she tried to act as interested as the rest of the students sitting around them. But by the way her fingers closed around his knees, he knew she was focused on something else entirely.

His turn to shift slightly beneath her while he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. His chin rested on her shoulder as he leaned closer until his nose was pressed against her neck. “Are you okay?” he said quietly, causing her to breathe a little more strained.

She nodded and turned her head slightly, and he saw that she was biting her lip hard, not hard enough to draw blood, but she was clearly trying to hide how riled up she really was. When her eyes met his, he noticed how dilated her pupils were, blown with lust, and the sight alone would have made him come in his trousers if he wasn't trying to hold back as much as she did.

He leaned his head even closer until his lips brushed against her earlobe, and while a roar erupted through the pitch as Gryffindor scored another goal, he extended his tongue and started licking up the shell of her ear. She shivered and mewled quietly, grabbing his knees tighter as she pressed her back into his chest. He continued his ministrations, one eye on the game in front of them while he moved his tongue in broad strokes and pointed pokes over her ear.

She downright moaned when he pressed the tip of his tongue right into it, but luckily for her, another uproar made the stands shake when it was a surprised looking Hufflepuff this time who managed to throw the Quaffle through the hoops of the opposing team.

He leaned back and licked down her neck now before he closed his lips around her pulse, breathing slightly heavier against her skin as he felt her rapid heartbeat throbbing beneath his touch. She squirmed even harder against him, still masking her movements by engaging in the game, mirroring the handfuls of Ravenclaws sitting around them.

She didn't fool anyone though, at least not him, most of her house seemed rather uninterested in Quidditch when their own team wasn't playing, which in turn had played into their cards when he had pulled her tiny frame onto his lap in the far back row. The view was great from here, but his view was even better as he watched the blush moving over her face and down her neck.

He kept sucking on her sensitive skin, working yet another mark into the slender column of her neck, and she whimpered quietly on top of him, now grabbing his arms as she pushed her body even firmer against his while she tilted her head slightly to give him more access.

His cock ached behind the tight confines of his trousers as her arse writhed against it, and he groaned into her skin before he sank his teeth into her neck teasingly, nibbling on the bruise until he soothed it with a long stroke of his tongue. Kissing back up her head, he pressed his lips to her jaw until she turned her head and met his gaze.

The heat swirled around them like the breeze coming from the mountains, and without hesitation, their mouths collided for a searing kiss while more roars and cries echoed all around them. The game was still going strong, Hufflepuff seemed to turn it around to everyone's surprise as Gryffindor still lamented their bruised egos.

The noises masked the heavy breaths they exchanged as he circled his tongue around hers while his hands moved down to her waist, his fingers digging into her sides demandingly. She held onto his wrists and leaned into the kiss, the movement of her arse paused momentarily. As he leaned away a little to catch his breath, she watched him with her lips parted and swollen, her gaze even more hungry now.

“What do you need?” he asked quietly as he leaned to her ear, kissing her earlobe.

She buried her nose in his hair, breathing heavily. “You,” she whimpered, her lips brushing against his forehead. “Inside me,” she added and leaned a hand up to grab his hair and pull him back so he could look at her.

He licked his lips and smirked at her. “Right here?”

She nodded frantically, her other hand already pulling up her skirt as she shifted on top of him. The stiff fabric moved up her backside as she crouched on top of him while it was still covering her thighs in the front. He leaned back slightly to take in the view and raised his eyebrows appreciatively when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

With her skirt pulled up enough so she could rub her bare cheeks against the front of his breeches, she turned back around fully and put her hands on his legs as she spread her own a little wider, leaving it to him to do the rest. He inhaled deeply and looked around for a moment, his hands moving down her hips until they were under her skirt, eagerly caressing her soft flesh.

The game kept going around them, with players flying all about, Quaffles and Bludgers whirring through the air, the score moving up and down inconsistently while the sea of red and yellow roared and cheered and booed. Sebastian had never imagined to be doing this so publicly, during a Quidditch match no less, right there on the stands, with no opportunity to hide. Her skirt was the only barrier between those prying eyes and them, and he feared it wasn't enough.

But his lust for her, fuelled by her insatiable hunger, made him move his fingers down to the buttons of his trousers, and after a little bit of fumbling as he couldn't really see what he was doing, he managed to free his throbbing dick from its confines. It sprang free and right between her plump arse cheeks, and she moaned softly when his tip pressed against her wet folds.

He let her squirm against him for another moment, as one of his hands came up from beneath her skirt and grabbed her waist, while the other held his base, ready to plunge his eager cock into her warm depths. He knew she didn't need any kind of preparation, he could feel her slick against his hand as it coated his tip.

She was ready, she was always ready for him, and maybe she even liked it when he pushed into her tight channel like this, forcing his girth into her clenching walls, he certainly did because the way she gripped him when he would, was like nothing he had ever felt before. And just thinking about it, made him leak already. Inhaling deeply, he dug his fingers into her side and motioned her to lift herself slightly.

When she complied, her whole body tense, he pressed his tip against her entrance, feeling the tight squeeze of her muscles before he slipped past the resistance until his crown was gripped by her walls. She mewled against him, one hand raised to cover her mouth, as the other dug sharp fingernails into his leg. He pressed his lips together, suppressing a groan, and slowly kept pushing until he removed his hand and, with both hands on her hips, forced her firmly down on him until he was completely buried within her tight wet depths.

She cursed under her breath and thrashed her head into his shoulder, while he breathed heavier and closed his eyes for a moment, savouring the warm sensation of the almost suffocating grip of her pussy. While he let her adjust to the stretch, he took another look around the stands and smoothed her skirt around them, covering any possibly visible skin before his hands came to rest on her stomach, pulling her further into him yet.

He was tempted to grab her breasts and make her ride him like there was no tomorrow, but he was still too wary to be too brash in public. He didn't care about himself, he'd been scolded before for disturbing the peace and quiet of the castle, but he usually managed to keep her out of harm's way (if she wouldn't put herself there on her own sometimes). But he was worried about her reputation, and even though the insane idea to fuck her in front of everyone to show them who she belonged to was growing on him, he was not ready to indulge in such obscenities just yet.

So fucking her on the stands during a Quidditch match was the furthest he was willing to go. They could mask the fact that she was sitting on his lap despite all those empty seats around them with the excuse that she was too tiny to see properly otherwise, not that anyone cared to ask, but in his mind he needed a cover up story, knowing her skirt wouldn't be enough once she got really worked up, but he hoped the loud roaring around them and the commentator's constant mumble and the cheers and boos and whooshing of players flying by were enough to hide her noises.

He felt her breathing heavily against his hands as she shifted on his lap, slowly starting to grind against him, moving her hips in tight circles as she worked her walls against his hard cock. He leaned back against the low wall of the stands with a deep groan, his hands returning to her waist as he held and assisted her in her endeavours. He felt her thighs twitching and pressing against his legs, her fingers digging into the fabric of his trousers, and when he pushed his hips upwards against her, a deep shudder rushed through her small body as she let out a strained moan.

She then leaned forwards on her arms propped on his knees and, with the tiniest of movements, worked her hips against him, slowly moving up only to slam back down on him hard, again and again, her arse cheeks rubbing against his lower stomach as she began to bounce on him slightly. He was proud of her for holding back so much, he knew she could do these same motions much, much rougher and faster, really riding him with all she had, making her breasts jiggle deliciously.

He'd usually preferred her facing him so he could see all those movements and maybe even bury his face between her taut mounds or lick them or suckle on her hard nipples, if he wasn't too busy watching her face contort in ecstasy, with her blush wandering from her face down to her shoulders and chest.

But with her facing away, fully clothed on top of him, all he could focus on was the tight grip of her pussy as she moved herself up and down on him, her walls clenching around his cock, rubbing along his shaft and squeezing, before she sucked him in all the way until his tip was prodding against her cervix.

He muffled his groans by pushing his mouth to her neck, and she gasped and whimpered at the sudden touch and sound. While he kept his lips pressed to her skin, his face half-hidden by her hair, she moved faster on top of him, still trying to emulate normal Quidditch audience behaviour, mirroring the excited writhing of the crowd whenever a player would score or dodge a Bludger or get close to the Snitch (he hoped catching it would take them a little longer though).

Her movements became erratic now, her bounces shorter, and he felt that she was really struggling to keep their secret connection hidden. Leaning up to press his cheek against her ear, he grabbed her waist tighter and started moving his hips upwards in quick snaps, and she immediately dissolved on his lap, almost losing her balance.

Her hands closed around his wrists as she pushed herself against him, holding onto him for dear life as her breaths became shallow, the heat in her face a telltale sign of her arousal, but luckily for her it was a warm day and nobody cared about a red-faced girl squirming on her boyfriend's lap during an agitated match.

Sebastian kept his steady rhythm of pushing into her, while her walls clenched around him further, her entire body tensing up on top of him. Her fingernails sank into his skin as she writhed, her legs shaking badly against him as she stood slightly, hovering above him while he raised his hips in exhaustingly hard thrusts. The angle wasn't perfect, and in the end he had to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her back down so he could rut into her better from his seated position.

She quickly melted into him, her back pressed against his chest as her head lolled back into his shoulder, her lips parted as she moaned and whimpered, and he raised one hand to turn her head to him and capture her mouth to muffle her noises, one arm still tight around her stomach as his hips snapped against her with reckless abandon. He could feel her stiffening, and then a sudden jerk rushed through her spine as her muscles contracted around him while her orgasm crashed over her.

Her tightness made him groan into her mouth, and she mewled into his. Her hands clawed at his arm while her body convulsed on top of him. She was squeezing his cock so hard he didn't stand a chance to hold back any more, and with a final deep thrust he pushed her down on him with a force that made her squeal against his lips. He buried his entire length in her depths, his tight quivering balls squished between their shuddering bodies, and then felt the twitching and throbbing of his cock as thick ropes of cum spurted from his tip as he shot his seed right into her womb.

He let out a deep grunt at the same time as the stadium erupted into cheerful roars when Hufflepuff scored another goal. The game around them was a mere background noise as he focused on her heavy breaths and the twitching of her limbs against him until they both relaxed slowly, their connection still as deep, their combined warmth soothing their heated skin, and he could have stayed like this forever.

She leaned against him, and he kissed her cheek lovingly as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding onto her as exhaustion washed over him. His eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned his forehead against her shoulder. For a moment they just relished in their shared experience, the public nature of it only adding to the desire still burning within him. No one had suspected a thing. And even if someone might have noticed their erratic movements or flushed faces or heavy breaths, he couldn't care less.

“Next time,” he whispered hoarsely as he opened his eyes and watched her profile while he leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against her neck. “I'll take you in the middle of the Pitch and you'll ride me like you mean it.”

He noticed the blush getting darker on her cheeks, but she nodded eagerly and turned her head to him, licking her lips.

His eyes moved over her face. “Would you like that?” he went on, his voice low and quiet. She nodded again, her pupils still blown with lust as she chewed on her swollen lips. “Say it,” he demanded under his breath.

“I want you to take me anywhere you want,” she whispered, her voice raspy, the sound of it causing shivers to rush down his spine. “Anywhere, for all of them to see. I am yours to take, Sebastian,” she added, her eyes boring into his, and he felt his cock twitching inside her hearing those words leave her beautiful mouth.

He took a shuddering breath and smiled at her before leaning in to claim her lips for a passionate kiss. She kissed him back hungrily, shifting on his lap as she turned more to him to wrap one arm around his neck while her other hand cupped his cheek.

Around them the game came to a sudden stop when the Hufflepuff seeker managed to catch the Snitch right from under the Gryffindor's nose, and the entire stands vibrated under the roar of the audience. There were boos from the red side of it, but all the other houses celebrated the unexpected win of the Hufflepuff team.

In their corner of the Ravenclaw stands, Sebastian held onto his girlfriend and couldn't care less about unexpected wins when his own win was still pressed to his body, his cock still deep inside her, claiming her as his own as his seed slowly seeped past her fluttering walls, staining the front of his breeches. Their kiss was sloppy and slowly turning more aggressive again as they both regained their composure from their combined releases.

He leaned back slightly, breathing heavily against her lips as his eyes bored into hers. Behind her the first students left their seats, but no one even looked at them, huddled together like this. The chatter subsided slowly, and when they were finally all alone, he grinned at her.

“Let's work our way down the Pitch, shall we?” he whispered, and she tilted her head in slight confusion, but instead of explaining it to her, he grabbed her waist and picked her up, pulling her off him, coaxing a soft moan out of her and a grunt out of himself, before he stood up, his legs shaking almost as badly as hers, but he managed to guide her to the front of the stands, where he pushed her stomach-first against the low railing, before he positioned himself behind her, his cock already hard again.

Down below on the grass the last players met, either with their heads hanging, or celebrating with their fists raised, and all the way above them, a Slytherin, who couldn't care less about their game, grabbed the skirt of his girlfriend and forced her legs apart before he sank his throbbing length back into her quivering depths. Her moans came free and unrestrained this time, as they both watched the stadium emptying. There were still enough students around to notice them, but he was invested now to go through with the idea to take her anywhere he wanted. Her words.

It wasn't as bold as fucking her right in the middle of a crowded Quidditch Pitch, but the idea alone made him rut into her forcefully as he grabbed her waist and drove his cock deeper into her, while she clung to the railing, her only focus on staying on her legs as she whimpered softly. He could feel her walls clenching around him as he pushed his hips against her arse in an unrelenting rhythm. His grunts left his throat unfiltered, carried away by the warm breeze hitting his sweaty face.

The wood beneath them creaked dangerously as he kept pounding into her relentlessly, his hands moving under her skirt to grab at her plump arse cheeks, kneading them and pulling them apart to allow him to push even deeper until he continuously hit that sweet spot deep within her, making her legs tremble, and he felt her shuddering helplessly, her moans still not as loud as he was used to, but loud enough to make a few people down below look up at them.

He saw her blushing hard, and she tried to hide herself from the onlookers, but he grabbed her neck tightly and forced her to stay upright. He even wrapped his other arm around her stomach to pull her against him, showing those peepers who made this girl moan so much. A dark grin made his lips curl as he continued thrusting into her hard, her body spasming in his embrace as she succumbed to her second orgasm of the day. Her hands held onto the railing as she supported herself while she moaned and thrashed her head back against his shoulder.

He barely noticed the indignant looks of the players below or how they finally left, shaking their heads or openly staring some more. Sebastian was focused on bringing his girl to new heights as he rutted into her, his grunts loud in her ear as she shuddered and trembled, her walls fluttering around his cock as he drove it in and out, fast and hard, again and again, unrelenting until she cried out once more.

She clenched around him even fiercer, really squeezing him now, and his resolve to coax all those noises out of her shattered the moment he felt his balls tightening. He tried to give her a few more thrusts, but in the end he couldn't hold it any longer and rammed his cock into her for one last time, rocking her entire body against the railing as he twitched inside her, emptying himself into her depths all over again.

His arms tight around her shivering form, he held her until he relaxed slightly. She was still trembling against him, her soft little moans quiet now and only for him to hear. Inhaling deeply, he pulled out then, feeling her tight pussy protesting. With his spent cock pressing against her inner thigh, he stepped between her legs and moved one hand to her wet folds, his fingers gliding through her slick until he pushed two of them past her stretched entrance.

She groaned and shivered, her lips parted, as he drove his digits deeper, pushing his seed further into her pussy while her muscles tightened around him lazily. When he withdrew his wet fingers, he grabbed her neck with his free hand and made her tilt her head back before he brought his soiled fingers to her lips and, without hesitation, pushed them into her mouth.

She gasped in surprise, but was quick to let her tongue flick against them, licking up their combined juices almost hungrily. He moaned deeply as he watched her, how she let him push his fingers deeper into her mouth and onto her tongue, even deep enough to feel the back of her throat. She fought the urge to gag, even though she knew how much he loved it when she did it, the feeling of her body convulsing uncontrollably against him was just too delicious for him.

So he pushed his fingers deeper, and she twitched in his hold, her eyes closed with tears shimmering under her lashes, before she couldn't help it and gagged around him, her body shivering under the sudden motion, the tight squeeze of her throat around his fingertips causing him to groan and the feeling of her spit lathering his fingers enough to make him lean against her, pushing his growing erection between her folds once more.

He released her eventually, and she lurched forwards and coughed and spluttered, holding her throat as she tried to regain her composure. He felt her swallowing against the long fingers of his hand on the back of her neck, and he eased his grip slightly, before he pulled her into a comforting embrace, his hand on her head as he stroked her hair soothingly. She leaned against his chest, breathing heavily, until she relaxed again.

After a moment, he leaned back and grabbed her jaw gently, looking at her intently, before he moved closer and poked the tip of his tongue against the corner of her mouth, lapping at the saliva dripping from her lips. She inhaled sharply at the motion before they both moved in at the same time and smashed their mouths together for a heated kiss.

She turned around then and threw herself against him, her arms wrapping around his neck while his hands moved down her backside to smooth her skirt down. As much as he loved taking her in public, he didn't want to expose her too much, and even though the stands were completely empty by now, he didn't want to risk showing her beautiful arse to just everyone. Especially with his cum dripping down her legs.

He wanted everyone to know that he had claimed her, but the love bites on her neck were enough proof of that for now. No need to show her around looking like the little slut she was for him.

Breathing deeply against her lips, he kissed her almost lazily now, just enjoying the feel of her warm tongue pressed against his while his big hands roamed the curves of her body, kneading her plump arse through the fabric of her skirt. She leaned away first, her lips swollen and her breaths ragged, as she looked up at him with a mischievous spark in her eyes.

“So, where do you want to take me next?” she asked with her voice still raspy.

He smirked at her, tilting his head to think, before he looked away and along the stands. He found the perfect place, and when he looked back at her, he quickly moved his hands lower and grabbed the back of her thighs to lift her up against him. She wrapped her legs eagerly around him as he started carrying her towards the nearest tower, her wet centre pushed against his lower stomach, staining his white shirt.

Her fingers dug into his hair as she watched him intently, lust burning in her eyes, the blush seemingly permanently etched into her beautiful face. His eyes moved over her features and his heart swelled under the realisation of how lucky he was to have her. Lucky to call her his. Lucky to do all these perverse things to her and know that she was just as into it as he was.

As he reached his goal and firmly pressed her back against the wooden wall of the tower clad in green and silver fabric, he leaned in and pushed his lips to hers. “I love you, you know that, right?” he whispered then, his breath ghosting her heated skin.

“I know,” she whispered back with a smirk, before she cupped his face and kissed him again. “And I love you too. And I love everything you do to me,” she added between kisses.

He smiled at her, his own cheeks warming up under her touch. “Everything, eh?” he repeated with a sly twinkle in his eyes.

She nodded and pressed another kiss to his cheek before she leaned towards his ear and whispered: “Take me again, Sebastian. Fill me up and make me yours all over again.”

He groaned deeply and tightened the grip of his fingers on her arse. “Anything you say, darling,” he murmured and playfully nibbled on her earlobe. He pushed her up the wall slightly as she crossed her feet behind his back, holding onto him like a little monkey. One hand still on her plump cheek to support her, he moved his other hand under her skirt and between their bodies and guided his already eager dick back to her heat.

His eyes bored into hers as he pushed his tip between her folds once more before he inhaled deeply and then pressed into her tight pussy, his cock sinking home as if it belonged right there – which it did. He filled her up and watched her reaction as he did, the tremble of her lips and the fluttering of her eyelids and how she moved her fingers back into his hair as a soft moan slipped from her throat.

He grabbed her rear once more and pulled her closer, burying himself as deeply as possible as her walls gripped him invitingly, his legs shaking slightly under the exertion. “Ugh, you take me so well,” he grunted and leaned his forehead against her chest for a moment, inhaling deeply to fill his nostrils with the sweet scent of her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. “You're made for me...” he mumbled, his fingers kneading her arse cheeks, teasing between them. “And only for me...”

“Only for you,” she confirmed quietly and caressed his hair softly. He looked up slowly and met her warm gaze, her pupils dilated with love instead of lust, her tender smile almost too much for him to handle.

Lucky. That was what he was. Despite everything he did and had done to her, she was still looking at him like this, so gentle and loving and completely devoted. She was his, and she finally knew it. He felt his lips trembling and quickly leaned in to press them against hers, claiming her mouth for a passionate kiss as he started moving his hips against her, slowly slipping in and out, back and forth, until he fell into a faster rhythm and pushed her up the wall with each powerful thrust.

She gripped his hair and moaned into his mouth, their tongues wrestling sensually while he pounded her as if it was the last thing he would do on this earth. His grunts were swallowed by her kiss, and soon he felt light-headed and dizzy, but kept ramming his cock into her hard and fast, her legs trembling and pressing against his sides as her feet dug into his lower back.

Eventually she broke the kiss and thrashed her head back, a loud cry of pleasure erupting from her throat as her muscles contracted around him, gripping him so tightly he was barely able to keep moving, but he forced through, fucking her roughly through her release.

Her body shuddered in his embrace as she leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck, her entire weight now off the wall and on him, and he leaned one hand against the wall to keep himself upright, as he held her with the other, his hips snapping upwards into her with a force that surprised himself. Groaning and grunting, he pushed through, letting her walls milk him more and more, yet he was determined to bring her even higher.

The hand on her arse moved lower and teased against her other hole. He felt her squirming against him and a loud whimper escaping her as he pushed a finger past the tight ring of muscles and held it there, feeling her clenching around it, while he kept ravishing her pussy with forceful thrusts. The extra stimulation made her spasm against him, and he had trouble standing under her weight and convulsions.

Somehow he managed to turn around and lean against the wall himself, his own noises bleeding into hers as she came undone around him once more, her juices flowing freely around his cock and squirting against his balls. He steadied himself and brought his gaze up, seeing the castle looming in front of him, with all those windows looking towards the Quidditch Pitch. The idea of anyone being able to see them like this was exhilarating and made him move faster against her. He even pushed his finger deeper into her tight little hole.

She wailed at the sensation and held onto him desperately, burying her face in his shoulder, her noises so sweet and innocent in his ears, those tiny whimpers and moans and heavy breaths that he had committed to memory long ago. If there was only one sound he could hear for the rest of his life and nothing else, he would always choose the moment she would climax against him, when her voice was softest, the most vulnerable, when she was dependent on his grip on her and melted into him like she was truly a part of him.

He made her come one more time, with his hips snapping against her as he fucked her open, his cock moving easily in and out, his rapid rhythm quickly pushing her over the edge as her body tensed around him, and when her pussy gripped his length from tip to base, he let out a loud grunt and stilled within her, feeling his balls shuddering as he released his seed into her womb once more.

She whimpered quietly into his ear as she held onto him, her muscles contracting around his cock and his finger, and despite the exhausting twitches of his body as he emptied himself inside her, he kept poking at her hole, eager to coax more noises out of her. She complied, writhing slightly, her tight entrance slowly stretching as he pushed deeper until he was knuckles deep, and she moaned hoarsely.

“Do you like that?” he breathed heavily against her. “Do you like me claiming all of your holes?”

She let out a strained grunt as he slipped his finger out and pushed in two now, stretching her even more. “Mhmm,” she made, obviously trying to hold down her noises at the unknown sensation.

“What was that?” he asked harshly, bringing his lips to her ear before biting down on her earlobe roughly.

Another grunt escaped her. “Y-yes...” she whimpered breathlessly.

“Say it,” he demanded, his fingers moving in and out of her arse quicker now, while his cock still twitched inside her pussy, already hardening all over again under the feeling of her tightness.

“I-I... I want... I like... ah...” She was really struggling against his ministrations, squirming against his body as her thighs pressed hard against his waist. “My... my holes... are yours...” she managed to croak out eventually, and he smirked darkly, his breaths shallow once more.

“Would you like to have my cock in that tight hole? Right now?” he whispered into her ear, a shudder rushing through her.

When she nodded, his heart fluttered in excitement, and even though he wanted to tease her more, the growing anticipation got to him first, and he slipped his fingers out of her and grabbed her waist to slowly pull her off him. Her legs loosened around him, and she watched him with her lips parted and her cheeks flushed deeply.

He carried her towards one of the benches and sat her down gently before he looked at her for a moment with his heart beating faster and his cock twitching eagerly, ready to explore yet another part of her body.

“Turn around,” he told her almost breathlessly. She nodded and stood, turning around until she straddled the bench with her back to him. “Lie down,” he continued, one hand around his hard length as he watched her with his mouth running dry from the sight alone.

She leaned forwards and pressed her chest to the wooden bench before she crossed her arms in front of her and rested her cheek on them, her arse still in the air, her skirt pushed up all the way to reveal the entirety of her backside, from the small clenching hole to her quivering cunt, her wetness and his seed seeping past her folds.

He had never seen anything more arousing.

Stepping closer on shaking legs, he put his hands on her curves and gently caressed her soft flesh while he manoeuvred his cock between her legs, teasingly moving it against her inner thighs, letting their combined juices drip onto him. His attention went back to the tight ring of muscles, and he inhaled deeply to keep himself from ramming into her immediately, wanting nothing more than to ravish her arse so she'd feel his intrusion weeks from now.

But he stopped himself, never wanting to hurt her despite all the deranged things he made her do. So he fumbled his wand out of his pocket and pressed the tip against her skin, easing her muscles and letting a soft stream of water rush down and past her agitated skin. She moaned softly under the sensation. Pocketing his wand, he moved his index finger closer and slipped it into her slowly, moving it in tantalizing circles to stretch her properly.

She writhed beneath him, and he felt her wetness increasing as his cock bounced excitedly against her folds. He grabbed it with his free hand and swiped it through her slick, thoroughly coating himself before he brought his tip to her other hole. Removing his finger with a wet pop, he quickly pushed his cock against it, and while he inched it deeper into the tight space, feeling the grip her muscles had on him, he moved his free hand down to rub it over her swollen pussy.

Another moan escaped her, and he felt her shuddering as she battled both the stimulation of his hand and the unknown pressure of his intrusion. A whimper ripped from her when he managed to push his tip into her arse, the tightness almost too much for him, let alone for her, but he kept going slowly, his breaths tense as he felt her muscles protesting against him. He groaned deeply while she whimpered, and to make things easier for both of them, or so he hoped, he gritted his teeth and pushed in all the way with a single snap of his hips, forcing his way deeper until his balls slapped against her folds.

She cried out, her noises muffled as she bit down on her arm, quiet sobs emerging from her as he filled her tight arse with his girthy cock. His grunt was equally pained. “You're so fucking tight,” he breathed with a strain to his voice, and he had to lean his hands on her hips to gather himself for a moment.

Her legs gave way then, and she almost slipped down and away from him if it wasn't for his grip. Brought back to his senses slightly, he stepped closer and grabbed her legs to pull them up on the bench behind her, making her stretch out until she lay on her stomach while he straddled her thighs and pulled her hips up slightly as he sank deeper into her arse, the prone position making her even tighter. Yet it was all he ever wanted, buried in her warmth, held snug by her muscles, so closely connected everything around him ceased to exist.

It was just him and her. And the approaching footsteps, but none of them registered them just yet.

He carefully sat down on her legs now, smirking to himself as he realised he was riding her now. She groaned under his weight and his cock sinking even deeper, but she only buried her face in her arms and let it happen – because she was his good girl, and he knew she would never deny him.

His hands moved to her shoulders, his fingers hooking around them lightly before they moved down her back and traced the arch of her spine back up to the curve of her rear where he slipped his hands underneath her skirt to push it back up, exposing her rosy cheeks to him. They became even rosier when he started smacking his flat hand to them, and she squeaked and cried out every time, squirming beneath him, her muscles tightening around his cock with each writhing of her body.

Once he was happy with how red her arse was, he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him a little more before he started moving his hips against her, slightly squatting above her to get better leverage. Rocking her back and forth on the bench, he fell into a steady rhythm of pulling back and pushing back in, each movement of his cock against her tight muscles coaxing these deep whimpers out of her. He felt his thighs burning under the exertion, but he kept going, the tight squeeze of her arse around him quickly pushing him towards the edge.

And as much as he fought to not fall over it, he couldn't help it. His balls tightened and his thrusts became rougher, and with a loud groan he rammed his length all the way into her as his seed pushed out of him with a force he had never experienced before. She wailed loudly, her muscles contracting around him, milking every last drop of cum out of his painfully twitching cock while he shuddered against her, the grip on her waist so tight he was sure to leave bruises on her soft skin.

Eventually he folded, quite literally as he leaned forwards and rested his entire body on hers while exhaustion made his head spin. She groaned, but didn't protest much. She probably couldn't with how he pushed all the air out of her lungs like this. He just wanted a short moment to relax on top of her, and he knew she could handle it. Breathing heavily against her ear, making strands of her hair fly, he cradled his arms around her head before kissing her cheek and leaning back up, and she immediately took several deep breaths.

Rolling his shoulders he remained sitting on her thighs, his cock buried deep within her arse, as he took a look around and let his eyes wander once more over the impressive sight of the castle nearby, and all its windows.

But in the end it wasn't someone looking out of the window, having to imagine what the two tiny specks on the stands of the Quidditch Pitch were doing, but someone who got a much better view. A strained gasp made Sebastian look up, and for a moment he froze when he noticed the flushed looking first-year staring at them, only a few metres away, arm still outstretched to retrieve a scarf that had fallen to the floor.

Beneath him, the girl he was buried in looked up as well and squirmed immediately against him before she hid her face in her arms again, cursing under her breath.

“Hey kid, move along,” the older boy told the still staring child. “Nothing to see here.”

His rough voice made the younger boy flinch and he quickly turned around and ran away. Sebastian chuckled darkly. “Traumatised another first-year,” he mused, his entire body shaking under the tremors of his deep laugh. She writhed beneath him and groaned.

“Don't sound so proud about it,” she whispered hoarsely.

“But I am!” he said and sighed deeply, still laughing slightly. “Also, for all he knew, I could have given you a much needed back massage.”

“Sure, with your cock buried in my bum,” she hissed, but chuckled too.

He looked down then and raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. His cock was indeed buried within her, out of sight, and the rest of him was covered by his loose shirt. “Well, not sure he understood what exactly happened here. He might have seen your red arse cheeks though.”

She let out an exasperated grunt. “Brilliant...”

“Hey, don't worry. At least it wasn't your pussy, just your pretty bum!” he said and slapped her tender cheek once more for good measure, coaxing a soft cry out of her throat. He caressed her irritated flesh then, his palms rubbing over the red skin softly. “Besides, it's not like this was the first time, right?” he added darkly, remembering the incident in the Prefects' Bathroom and how her plump arse had floated in the water for everyone to see who entered the room.

She scoffed and mumbled something under her breath. He only smirked and shook his head, before he grabbed her waist again and pushed himself up, slowly pulling his length out of her tight space. Another whimper escaped her and he gritted his teeth as well, but once he was out, a few last drops of cum dripping from his tip, he stepped back and, ignoring her protests, forced her legs apart, wanting to see the impact of his intrusion.

Her hole was gaping slightly and his thick seed seeped out of her in small lumps, with every clench of her muscles, the sight making his head spin all over again. It dripped down eventually and joined the cum caked to her pussy and thighs. He inhaled sharply and moved a hand through his hair, overwhelmed by what he saw.

“You look so good right now,” he whispered breathlessly. She squirmed on the bench, unconsciously or not wriggling her reddened cheeks at him, and he felt his spent cock twitching all over again. “You always look so good... and I have no idea how I can make it through the day without having you pinned to the wall every few metres. You drive me insane, woman...” he added under his breath, and upon hearing his words, she rolled onto her side and smirked up at him, her face flushed and her eyes a little puffy.

When she stood up on trembling legs, he quickly grabbed her in support, holding her elbows as she placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. “Let's be crazy together then,” she whispered and leaned up on her toes. He tilted his chin down and met her swollen lips. He tasted copper when he kissed her softly, wondering if she had bitten her lip too forcefully when he had impaled her cute little arse.

“Did it hurt?” he asked quietly after a lasting and surprisingly chaste kiss.

She nodded and licked her lips, her tongue brushing against him as well.

“Would you do it again?” His voice was hoarse, and he dreaded her answer for a moment. But then she confirmed something he had always known: she would do anything for him.

“Yes,” she whispered and pressed her raw lips to his once more, eagerly pushing her tongue into his mouth. He stood there, holding her, watching her, moving his tongue with hers, while something warm flooded his stomach.

He smiled against her and moved his hands down her curves to cup her warm arse cheeks. She whimpered slightly, but quickly complied as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up at the same time as he lifted her into his arms. Her legs moved back around his waist.

“Right now?” she asked with her eyes widening slightly as he carried her towards yet another part of the stands.

“We're still nowhere near the middle of the Pitch, aren't we?” he teased and winked at her, and despite the exhausted groan escaping her, she held his gaze and smiled back almost shyly, but he didn't miss the mischievous spark in her eyes.

“Let's traumatise some more first-years then, eh?” she laughed, and he chuckled in return, leaning down to kiss her quickly, knowing fully well that he had corrupted her completely, not just by claiming all her holes, but by planting even more perverted ideas into her pretty head.

He might have finally found a kindred spirit, an equal in his perverted endeavours, and he couldn't be happier about it. The twitch of his cock against her arse was just one telltale sign for that.

End notes: And thus we complete the (un)holy trinity: oral (It belongs to me), vaginal (Mine!) and now anal (this one). Didn't plan it out like that, but this is how things work sometimes.

No mention of any Horny Ghost this time, but there is still another spicy idea in the back of my mind, so we'll see when that will come to pass.

Also, uh, I do feel sorry for that poor kid catching them in the act (or after), but if we learned anything from being a student at Hogwarts than that trauma(tm) is part of the education.

Thanks for reading!

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[stnexus]

thinking about…hobie brown!

18+, NSFW, MINORS DNI

mentions of tongue piercing, prince albert piercing, black!fem!reader

i think we can all agree that hobie is quite fond of piercings. from the ones that adorn his face just above his eyebrows, his earrings, and down to the ring that sits just right on his lip. so it’d be no surprise when you come to learn about his tongue piercing. no, what surprises you is the piercing that is hidden away — out of sight of anyone but himself, unless he chooses to show it off.

a prince albert piercing that would make your jaw go slack every time you set your sights on it. your stomach would feel tight as you’d stare at the somewhat intimidating silver hoop.

but you’d have to live in the moment. your body wouldn’t let you wander too far from the feeling of hobie running his tongue piercing over your dark brown nipples. the cold air of the bedroom would hit your nipples the minute he pulled away, aiding in turning them into perked up little buttons.

he would take his time with each nipple. moaning in tandem with you as the cold metal made contact with your warm body. his lip ring following soon after.

“fuckin’ love these pretty tits,” he’d confess as he pulled away, his hands moving up your body to grope and rub at your tits. hobie would begin to kiss at your body as he makes his way down from your stomach to your beautiful brown thighs. placing both light pecks and open mouth kisses wherever he pleased.

“hobiee,” you’d whine slightly, but he’d pay no mind.

as he’d drift lower so would his hands, until he’s pinning your legs open, knees hitting the mattress.

“ ‘jus want a lil taste,” he’d mumble. as he stoops to eye level with your soaked cunt he’d part your folds, licking fat stripes against your clit a few times. his piercings hitting your bud so deliciously. pulling back to collect a bit of saliva in his mouth — spitting on your already glistening cunt.

“ohh shit, hobie,”

“such a’ pretty pussy,” he’d state as he gives your clit one more gentle kiss before climbing back up to you.

with your legs still parted his heavy cock would make contact with your puffy folds. the coldness of the piercing making you jump slightly, but there is nowhere to go with his arms caging you in. as he would move his hips, sliding his cock back and forth between your glistening sex, you would feel the tip and the cold metal kiss at your bud each time.

“ could cum jus’ from doin’ this,” hobie would moan, “cunt’s sooo fucking wet. you’re creaming all over my cock, princess.”

pressing on to your pussy further his hips would rut up against you. picking up on the way you’d gasp every time his tip makes contact with your sensitive little bud.

lining himself up with your entrance, pushing himself in would be a bit easier with your arousal clinging to him. hobie loves watching you lose your train of thought any time he enters you. especially when that pretty yet intimidating piercing of his reaches that most sensitive and mind shattering spot inside you.

“don’t stop, don’t stop, ohh fuuuck!”

kissing at your cervix and dragging against your spot your release would not be far along. he’d reach down, thumbing at your little bud, rolling it in tight little circles with the pad of his thumb.

“so fuckin’ pretty and wet. come for me, yeah?”

but that surely won’t be your last release. as he leans down to kiss you that is the last of what is needed to push you over the edge.

[rippersz]

𝙲𝚊𝚝!𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜:

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These are my opinions! If you don’t agree, then add your own headcanons! The idea is taken from the mind of @masscared-star and their thoughts on feline Larissa Weems.

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Kitty Cat Larissa Weems is a white Turkish Angora feline. One of the fluffy ones with the thicker neck fur and ear tufts. Her tail widens toward the end and is very soft of course. Every part of her is soft.

Her teeth are very sharp. They’re still in human alignment, but the incisors and canines are obviously more cat-like. The premolars and molars, toward the back of her jaw, have more sharp edges. So she doesn’t hurt herself, her tongue rests in her mouth differently and has a very weird texture. It’s in between human, soft, and the feline, rougher and tougher.

Her pupils CAN turn into slits. Her ears CAN twitch and swivel and flatten. Her tail CAN swish swish swish. She also has a habit of stalking without realizing - walking with swinging hips and one foot in front of the other like that of a model.

She has PERFECT balance. Despite her height and stature, she will not fall. And if she does, she shall be graceful about it.

Heightened senses of course. She has an excellent sense of smell. Her eyes, however, function like a human’s. She can see all colors and has an innate sense of where things are so there’s no ‘bumping into things’ unless she’s somehow dizzy. BUT she CAN see in the dark. Built-in night vision. No hiding from her at night.

Ear scritches. Yes, ma’am. Scratch her behind the ears, be careful of her hair, and she will push into your hand without even thinking. It’s very comforting for her and sends lovely little shivers down her spine. Same with the base of her tail. She won’t respond in the same… interesting manner as a cat’s, but she will let her tail curl around your wrist or your waist. She has a lot of control over it.

PURRING. PURRRRINGGG SOMETHING IS PURRINNNGGG AND IT’S LARISSA WEEMS LMAO. She will purr whenever she is content. Head on your lap while reading. Eating a lovely little meal with you in deep candlelight. She keeps it low and soft when she’s in public, happy and proud of her staff and students, but otherwise lets herself purr as loudly as she wants when with you. - Larissa also has the ability to let out little ‘mrrow!’ chirping kitty sounds when she’s excited. If you show up with lunch for her one day and she’s not expecting you, she’ll perk up and the sound will leave her chest without any restraint. She will be embarrassed about it. You will laugh and she will be embarrassed and then when you give her a little kiss, she will purposefully nick your lip and you will go ow!! and she will go 'Gotcha.'

Showering…. hissss….. She loves showers so much, she does, because they are warm and she likes warmth, but they are also annoying. The pitter patter on her ears can irritate her, so she indulges in baths more. It gives her control over the touches on her ears and she actually enjoys grooming the parts of her that are feline. Although, if you headcanon that she has a proper cat form, she will not like water as much.

Her nails are sharp. She can’t help it. They’re painted red, yes, and they can be sheathed and unsheathed (like Enid’s, yes), but she tries to be gentle with them. When she’s angry or frightened, they shoot out - so just be careful.

Her precious soft ears are pierced, near the base by her head on the outsides, but those areas are sensitive. Not sensitive like ooooo but sensitive like ow please don’t squeeze there. She mainly wears pearls in those spots, because she likes the sparkle, but little golden hoops make the occasional appearance as well. - She does not like bows or things being placed around her ears though. Chances are she will not like extra accessories there. And she DOES NOT APPRECIATE YOU TRYING TO TURN THEM INSIDE OUT BECAUSE IT LOOKS FUNNY. You did it once and you have the nicks on your hands to show it. Worth the laugh though.

She hisses beneath her breath when irritated. A popping sort of hiss that rumbles from her throat and is often heard in the quiet of her office.

She’s quick. Crazy quick. It seems impossible but it isn’t.

LOUNGING. BASKING IN THE SUN. LOUNGING AND BASKING. MMMM SUNLIGHT. She will lay across her chaise and she will soak in the rays through the windows and she will turn around in her desk chair and just sit there until she nearly falls asleep. No, it’s not very productive, but if she doesn’t get her daily sunlight, she will be a little bit down. If you find her taking a midday rest on the weekend, full body facing the sun that filters through onto the bed, no you don’t. Don’t disturb her. Leave her be, purring away happily.

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:3 - Rip x

[gabseyoo]

RESERVATION — GOJŌ SATORU

content: female reader, established relationship, mirror kink, handjob, spit as lube, petnames, slight dirty talk. word count: 1,5k.

summary: after seeing your boyfriend get out of the shower, you’re not sure if you’re going to make it to the reservation on time.

note: hi, i posted this a while ago but it flopped, so im trying again :p

“Babe.” You called your boyfriend while knocking on the bathroom door twice before opening it without even waiting for his answer, come on, you’ve been living together for so long that unless the door was locked, you could just walk in whenever you wanted. “Did I happen to leave my hoop earrings in here? I can’t find them.”

As soon as you had one foot inside the bathroom, you found Satoru wrapping a towel dangerously low around his hips as he stepped out of the shower. It wasn’t something you hadn’t seen before, but it would be a big lie to say that the sight didn’t still make you drool. 

Today was date night and that was why you both were getting ready to go out to dinner at a fancy place. You were already wearing a nice dress, your hair was done and your makeup was on point with your favorite red lipstick. Satoru... well, besides the fact that he had just gotten home from work half an hour ago, he wasn’t the fastest person in the world to get ready. 

“The golden ones?” He asked as he dried his hair with a smaller towel, “I saw them by the sink.”

You licked your lips before closing the door behind you and walking to the sink, evidently there were your earrings, so you didn’t take long to put them on while watching in the mirror how Satoru behind you finished drying his head and with one hand he brushed back the white locks. Fuck. You almost let out a sigh. 

“Excited about tonight, baby?” He spoke a few seconds later, walking to your side and abruptly bringing you out of your thoughts. You weren’t surprised when you felt his hand squeeze your butt, on the contrary, the simple touch made you smile.

“Sure, the restaurant is new isn’t it?” You answered as you adjusted your dress. Thanks to the proximity, you could smell the masculine scent of his body wash that never failed to delight your nostrils. 

“It was a real pain in the ass to get a reservation, it better be worth it. If it isn’t, I’ll kill Suguru for recommending it to us.” Satoru said, putting moisturizer on his face. If he didn’t look so attractive right now and your body wasn’t reacting to it, you’d already be rushing him to get dressed up fast to make it to the said reservation on time. 

“Don’t worry, I looked up reviews on the internet, it seems to be fine.” You said, moving one of your hands to his lower back to caress his skin while you looked at him with greedy eyes. “You look good.” You added before giving him a kiss on the shoulder, leaving a red mark thanks to your lipstick. 

“I’m just in a towel, baby.” He giggled, stretching out his arm to grab his toothbrush and put toothpaste on it. 

“I know, that’s why.” Honestly, you couldn’t contain your desire to touch him anymore, so you brought your hand to caress his abs, dangerously close to the edge of the towel, smiling victoriously when you heard him let out a gasp while brushing his teeth. 

“Yeah?” Satoru mumbled still with the toothbrush in his mouth before spitting and cleaning his mouth. “Someone’s a little clingy today.” 

You knew your boyfriend like the back of your hand, you knew he already understood what your intentions were and was just playing dumb. 

“You don’t like it?” You asked with a faux-innocent tone as you moved your feet until you were behind him, his muscular back in all its glory in front of you. Without waiting any longer, you inhaled the masculine scent of his body before slowly running your tongue over his skin and then lightly sucking on it. 

Gojo was quick to react to that, his breathing became heavier and shivers ran through his body; you knew how sensitive he was on his back and you were using that fact to your advantage. 

“I do but—” He couldn’t finish his sentence because a moan escaped his lips when your fingers went up from his abs to his pecs to caress his nipples. “The reservation.”

“You want me to stop?” Just to tease him, you were about to withdraw your hands, but Satoru held them in place by placing his hands over them. 

“We have time.” He whispered and a mischievous smile appeared on your face. 

Happily, you lowered your hand to the bulge that had formed under the towel that still covered him. 

Attacking his back again with your lips, you moved your hand down to his crotch to gently caress his bulge, which began to get harder under your palm as you heard Satoru let out little grunts and felt him push his hips forward in an attempt to feel more contact. 

You had to see that, you had to see his facial expressions, but it was obvious that his large figure in front of you wasn’t going to let you do that, so you gave up spreading wet kisses on his back (now covered with lipstick stains) to poke your head out and make eye contact with him in the mirror. 

A moan almost left your own lips at that sight. 

Satoru, with his hands against the sink making some veins stand out, wet white hair falling in his handsome face, his lips slightly parted and his electric blue eyes looking at you with nothing but desire. 

“Fuck, you little minx.” He tried to turn around, but you quickly put your other hand against his hip to stop him. Gojo was obviously much stronger than you, you knew your grip wasn’t strong enough to stop him, but he still gave in to your actions, letting you do with him as you pleased. 

“Let me make you feel good.” 

The only thing that covered his lower half was now on the ground being kicked aside by Gojo while you admired his naked figure in front of you. It didn’t take you long to wrap your hand around his cock and make slow circles on his leaking tip, eliciting a sweet groan from him.

“Spit on it.” You asked since the pre-cum was unfortunately not enough to move your hand easily.

“I just showered.” He joked, but he still gathered saliva in his mouth and took your wrist to spit it into your hand, which after a few seconds returned to caress his shaft, being now easier to slide your palm up and down. “Fuck, just like that.”

Satoru closed his eyes, enjoying you giving him one of those stellar handjobs he loved so much. Which you didn’t like, so you quickly spoke up, “Eyes in the mirror, or I’ll stop.”

It was rare when you got bossy during intimacy, but when you did, you certainly drove Satoru crazy because he immediately let out a grunt and you felt his dick twitch. 

“Look at you, babe.” You cooed when Gojo opened his eyes and immediately made eye contact with you. “Look how pretty you look right now.” You added in a whisper. 

“Fuck. You’re really something else.” His grip on the sink intensified, looking at you with a smirk. “Faster, baby.”

Obligingly, you increased the speed of your movements to bring him closer to the edge. “Like that?”

“Yeah, god, I love you so much.” His voice came out raspy as he swept back his hair with one hand. “I’m gonna cum.” 

The fact that he kept staring at the scene in the mirror, his gaze traveling from your eyes to your hand jerking him off, wanting to get a glimpse of it all, how he’d slightly open his mouth to let out a sigh and then close it again in a moan, all that made you clench your thighs in arousal. 

The scene looked so hot, he looked so hot, all you wanted was to make him cum. 

“Cumming that fast?” You asked teasingly, bringing your hand up to circle his tip with your thumb, spreading more of the precum that was leaking out, before sliding back down his length. 

“Yes.” He wasn’t even ashamed of it, which motivated you to put a little more pressure on his cock, just the way he likes it. 

“Cum for me, baby.” 

That was all it took to make him explode, a high moan with your name was the last thing his lips left before he came, spilling his cum all over the sink. He’d surely make you clean up all this mess, later. 

Satoru quickly turned around and reached for your lips, kissing you passionately while you kept stimulating his shaft to make sure he cum completely, his action caused drops of his semen to fall on your dress, but to say you cared about that would be a lie. 

“Shit.” Gojo murmured against your lips, his hands going to fondle your tits aggressively. 

You playfully pulled him away from you by placing your hands on his chest, “Satoru, didn’t you want to get to the reservation on time?” You teased, even though you knew that by now that was almost impossible. 

A gasp left your lips when your world was turned upside down, literally, since Satoru lifted you up to carry you over his shoulder. His response came after he slapped your ass hard as he made his way to the bedroom.

“Fuck the reservation.”

[jackiequick]

X-Men Evolution — OC 🎸

~ Is this just to fuel my desire for more X-men content? Yes, yes it is. Plus I adore the cartoon I wish it got more traffic because it’s pretty good!

Full name: Hailey Meredith Rose Wright

Nicknames: Hail, Mere, Rosy

Sign: Virgo

Birthday: August 29th

Age: 17-25

Height: 5’5

Parents: Kisa Wright (mom), Charles Xavier (father), Erik Lehnsherr (father-figure)

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Personality: Hailey is a deep thinker, modest, rather picky, analytical, clumsy on occasion, and pretty supportive. However she has a pretty gentle demeanor, kind, very inpatient and soft spoken. She’s often very quiet compared to others, however she doesn’t need to say anything because her behavior and facial expressions say it all.

—Quirks

Fidgets with Objects: Hailey often plays with small metallic objects, like paperclips or coins, subconsciously bending and reshaping them when deep in thought or nervous.

Facial Expressions: She communicates a lot through her expressions, often making her thoughts and feelings known without saying a word.

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Powers: Magnetism. Or as Hailey likes to put it, “It’s like telekinesis but with metallic objects.”

In other words, she can push/pull metallic and magnetic material (ex: attracting a smartphone or repelling metallic robots).

Another instance is bending and manipulating magnetic materials (ex: bending a string of paperclips then reshaping them into tiny hearts or crushing a handful of computers into striking pieces).

Sensing Metal: Over time, she has developed the ability to sense the presence of metal in her surroundings, giving her an edge in unfamiliar environments.

—Personal Skills

Problem-Solving: Hailey's analytical skills make her a natural problem-solver, whether it's figuring out a complex situation or coming up with innovative uses for her powers.

Listening: Her supportive nature and ability to listen make her a trusted confidante among her peers, often helping others work through their issues.

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Appearance and Style

—Clothing Style

Casual Wear: Hailey prefers comfortable, practical clothing nothing too tight or fancy use to her sensitive skin. Think fitted jeans, simple graphic t-shirts, tank-tops and leather jackets. She often incorporates subtle accessories like a big hoop earring or bracelets.

Accessories: She wears a locket that belonged to her mother, made of golden marble, so she can always keep it close using her abilities. She has a handful of earrings and rings in a box, often changing up her appearance with multi-hoop earrings or multiple stylized rings.

—Distinctive Features

Tattoo: Hailey has a small, discreet tattoo of a lightings bolts.

Scars: She has a few minor scars from training and past missions, but none are particularly prominent.

Jewelry: She often wears a small sliver nose ring

—Signature Color Combination

Primary Color: Maroon.

Accent Color: Bronze/Brown.

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—Background and History 🖼️

Years ago, during a visit to California for a conference on genetic diversity, Charles Xavier met a woman named Kisa Wright. Kisa, an associate director for the media, was working at the conference, providing information, filming, and reporting back to the editor for the magazine she worked at. She lived in North Carolina but had flown to California a few months in advance to prepare for the conference. Kisa had tan skin, short brown hair, and a darling smile. Charles found her attractive, kind, and intelligent, often watching her work behind the camera.

During the conference, their eyes met several times, sparking a mutual interest. Once the conference ended, Charles invited Kisa for a cup of coffee. She accepted, and they talked for hours at a nearby coffee shop. Over the week, they continued meeting for lunch, their encounters feeling like dates. Charles flirted, and Kisa smiled at his compliments, though he kept some distance regarding his private life. Kisa respected his boundaries, understanding his busy life.

As the week concluded, they returned to their daily routines. A few weeks later, Kisa discovered she was pregnant. Not wanting to burden Charles, whom she assumed wouldn’t want children, she decided not to inform him. Despite attempting to write to him, the letters never reached Charles for various reasons. Nine months later, Kisa gave birth to Hailey Rose.

Hailey grew up in North Carolina, loving baseball, photography, and fashion. She often accompanied her mother to the studio, watching the behind-the-scenes action of filming, interviewing, and high-quality photography. Life was good until her mother’s career demanded more travel, leaving Hailey often staying at a friend’s house.

When Hailey was 16, tragedy struck. One afternoon, while at a friend’s house, police arrived with devastating news: there had been a bus crash, and multiple people were injured or killed, including Kisa Wright. Hailey, in shock and disbelief, struggled to accept the news, despite her friend’s mother’s comforting words. Just moments earlier, her mother had called, promising to see her soon. Now, she was gone.

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—Aftermath and Discovery 🔬

Grief and Struggle

Emotional Turmoil: Grief took over Hailey as she struggled with the loss of her mother. A part of her felt responsible, believing that her encouragement of her mother’s career might have led to the tragedy. Her mother’s career had inspired Hailey to consider becoming a photographer, but after such a shocking experience, she refused to entertain that idea for herself.

Coping Mechanisms: Hailey often cried herself to sleep and found solace in her mother's belongings, frequently wearing an old-fashioned jacket that had belonged to Kisa. These items provided a comforting connection to her lost mother.

Support System: Hailey’s friends’ family, being close family friends, took her in and supported her through this difficult time, knowing that Kisa would have appreciated their care for her daughter.

— Discovery of Powers 💎

One afternoon in mid-June, Hailey was visiting an old house near a lake, under the care of her mother’s best friend, Ophelia. The location was serene and a welcome escape from the city’s noise. Ophelia, noticing Hailey’s continued struggle with her emotions, suggested she take a moment to stand in the lake and confront her bottled-up feelings. Though hesitant, Hailey agreed.

Emotional Release: Hailey brought her pens, papers, a blanket, and other personal items to the lake. She removed her shoes and waded into the water until it reached her knees. There, she stood, speaking to herself, crying, and eventually letting out a deep breath before screaming at the top of her lungs. Her scream was filled with confusion, pain, anger, and frustration over the past few months.

Manifestation of Powers: As she screamed, her hands open and heart pounding, Hailey felt a sudden burst of energy and a strange sensation between her fingers. When she looked, she realized her necklace, which had been on the blanket behind her, was now in her palm.

To say the girl was shocked and scared would be an insult to her own words.

“What the..?” She mumbled under her breath.

She couldn’t understand how the necklace had moved to her hand without her touching it…

The next few days, Hailey stayed indoors, trying to forget what happened and not speak about it to her Aunt Ophelia in fear she might want her to experience or explore this newfound discovery. Hailey that she was seeing things, as she tried to stay calm and away from the lake, in confusion and frustration of could possibly have caused that.

She knew that the ocean was full of unknown objects and creatures, but she knew that wasn’t it. She thought she was seeing things. As calm as she tried to stay, it seemed like it wasn’t working, as small items next to her start to wiggle around a bit.

She thought she was going nuts when she pointed to her headset that lay on the couch, screaming for the headphones to stop shaking, but it only made it move even more as she flicked her hands, resulting in her headset to go flying backwards hitting the wall instead. To her relief, it didn’t break.

Ophelia heard the noise and went to check on her, as Hailey hurried to pick it up and quickly pulled herself together, telling her that her headphones accidentally fell. Ophelia just nodded and went back, to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes.

Hailey knew she needed to get out of the house, clear her thoughts and grab something to eat, as she grabbed the extra pair of keys and ran.

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Meanwhile at Xavier’s Institute, Cerebro picked up movement of a possible mutant wondering the streets of Upstate New York. Cerebo slowly turned to its analysis on this mutant’s behavior. Xavier assumed it to be Erik, as he knew the man was one to travel, as well as the only other mutant with whom can control metal without their knowledge. That he knows of, that is.

However Cerebo picked it up to be a young female, around 17 years old, who decided to make a run for her after discovering that something different was happening to them. Intrigued and concerned, Charles went Jean Gray to get meet the girl and possibly bring her to the mansion before she can cause any damage to herself or her surroundings.

Jean went and picked up on the girls location, finding her near an empty parking lot, sitting at the curbside picking at her nails listening to music, trying to figure out what to do next. But when Jean tried to carefully confront the girl, she just tried to ignore her and leave, as Jean did her best to avoid any wondering eyes trying to showcase that Hailey wasn’t alone.

Hailey refused to believe her, think Jean was just crazy and stumbled away from her, as Jean tried following her. Hailey found herself in the middle of the parking lot surrounded by objects such as trash, street signs, loose change on the ground and etc.

Jean was trying to ease Hailey and tell her that everything was gonna be alright, but Hailey was scared and uncertain about everything, shouting at Jean to leave her alone as the loose change such as coins went flying and hitting Jean Gray as she tried to block every single one of them.

She didn’t want to hurt anyone or cause an damage, she just wanted to make it stop and yes, Jean was doing everything in her best interest to help her calm down, she could tell that Hailey was impatient and terrified.

She accidentally pushed a coin straight at Jean Gray’s forehead, leaving a small brutal cut. Hailey hissed and winced at the sight, then puffed up her jacket running down the parking lot and into a corner, taking a breathe. However Jean caught up her and with one gentle sigh, she raised her hands in defense in a gesture to showcase she doesn’t want to fight her. Hailey’s hands balled into a tight flaring fist, looking at Jean and took another breath, deciding to give her a chance to hear the women out.

Soon enough, after a few moments, Hailey nodded at the redhead and decided to reluctantly follow her to the school.

There at the school, she was met with plenty of questions and different faces who past her. She saw teens and young adults using their abilities, some were blue, some had crawls and the list went on. Kids running around and others chatting with each other, meanwhile Hailey noticed there were a couple of teens were left to their own devices sitting alone doing an activity.

Jean guided her to entered a room that held a brunette with light eyes sitting down at his desk dressed in a causal suit, while speaking to a young brunette teenager who was wearing a set of deep red sunglasses to cover his eyes. The one with sunglasses stood up from the couch and gave her a kind smile, greeting her, calling himself Scott Summers. The man at the desk wasn’t far behind, genuinely curious and kindly welcomed Hailey, as he said his name was Professor Xavier.

They explained to her about mutants and how they are all different yet unique, that it’s hard however the powers they hold aren’t curses but gifts. Professor Xavier could tell that she was a little shy and trying to take it all in, however he gently encouraged her to try to showcase what she can do.

Hailey hated the several eyes on her, as she requested some space and just have one person in the room. In result, Jean and Scott left, leaving her and Charles to their own devices. Charles slowly turned around to give her his full attention to show him what she believed she can do. Hailey then looked around his desk and reached out her hand to move the small set of paper clips around a bit then pauses.

“Impressive, dear..” Charles said with a soft smile.

She shrugged, “It’s nothing, Professor…it’s uh, been a lot..”

“Ah, I understand. Our machines here picked up on the day your powers first began and sense how anxious you were. And that’s perfectly normal, because it’s a lot to handle. But I promise you, you will get a hang of it.”

“Thank you.”

“Cerebo picked up on what I assumed is your first name, but it didn’t get your full attention..may I asked, what is your name?”

Hailey told him her full name, and who she thought she was. Professor just smiled and nodded, trying to get a sense of the girl, especially due to her last name sounding oddly familiar to him.

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—Truths to be found 🗝️

Time went on, Hailey Rose Wright started to live at the mansion with other students, such as Kitty Pride, Rogue, Evan Daniels and others. She was even being treated well and taught to not be ashamed on her newfound skills. When she wasn’t going to classes and training, which often led to her and the others kids teasing Logan and Storm during lunchtime, she was hanging outside on the basketball court.

A few weeks later, a tall man named Erik Lehnsherr arrived at the school, greeting Raven and other students out front before entering the building. He was walking around, wearing a black turtleneck and dress pants, holding a pair of sunglasses. Hailey was sitting next to one of her friends, Ethan, on the stairs writing with her notebook as she noticed the man make an b-line.

“Who’s that?” She asked, gesturing to the man.

Ethan looked up from his notebook and shrugged, “My dad..don’t mind him.”

“The fu-“

“Long story.”

Charles and Erik were in the office, catching up on things, laughing at each other’s jokes, making suggestions to the staff members…among other things of course. When it came to the students, Charles was hesitant about talking about his latest student but Erik was able to sniff it out of him, having hear from Raven about a new student who shared a similar skill set to him. Charles eventually let it rip, telling him about he believes that Hailey Rose in his daughter, because he recalls meeting her mother once during a conference years back.

Erik almost chocked on his drink at the moment and scoffed, trying to hold back a little smirk. Charles didn’t seemed pleased with his response and Erik grunted, telling his oldest friend to take a moment to reflect and tell this young girl that he’s her father. Erik knows from experience how it is not to tell someone your their parents and how difficult parenting can be, but still he tries.

Two days later, Charles requested for Hailey to meet him in his office, for an important conversation. The brunette thought she was in deep trouble, ready to blame it on Bobby if things went south, as she wondered what was so important. But to her surprise, Charles led the conversation with nothing about school or her powers, but onto who she is. He asked if either of her parents are mutants, because the x-gene sometimes gets past on mainly from the father, as Hailey shook her head.

From what she knows, her mother and father were young, as it was a very short relationship that barely lasted a month. And her mother, Kisa, tried to make contact with her father once or twice by sending letters but they never arrived to her father. Charles nodded, surprised himself about everything he was supposedly hearing as he tried his best to explain things. Hailey questioned whether it was important to know this information, as Charles slowly ripped off the bandage and told her what he assumed was the truth.

That he was her father.

Hailey was in shock and disbelief, listening to Charle’s side of the story. He explained how he met her mother, how he cared for her and how brief their relationship was. He didn’t even know that he had a child in the first place and if he did, he would’ve went searching for her. Hell, Charles even told her how he never received any letters from her mother, assuming they got lost in the mail or something. He apologized for not telling her sooner but he would like to get to know her.

The two had a long conversation in that office regarding the situation at hand.

Hailey was skeptical, confused and vastly concerned about the new information given to her. She had no clue who her father was growing up and often asked her mother, as her mother would always say he was a kind teacher and very intelligent, but he was also a charmer who dazzled him that day. But her mother never said anything about who exactly he was.

Somehow a part of Hailey was pleased with the fact that what her mother said was true, and even though it hurt that they both found out now, she was oddly at ease. She got lucky that her father was an understanding individual, who tough a school for children like her and not some mutant-hating-asshole!

It took an awful long time for Hailey to get used to but due to Charles openness, patience and understanding, the two of them too it slow. And if Xavier had to be honest, he was pretty excited about having a chance to be a father to such a kind young girl.

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—A Family Of Mutants 💿

Over time, Hailey and Ethan became closer as friends, treating one another almost like siblings. The two were rather loner kids when they started out, rather hanging out by themselves and practicing their skills together. As neither one of them truly wanted to be there at first. Often times, you would find the two friends sitting by the courtyard chatting or binge watching Pixar movies together.

Logan would sometimes find the two sneaking off late nights to the kitchen for a midnight snack or to sit on the porch watching the stars. The two eventually did start interacting with other students such as Petra Summers, Rogue, Kitty Pride, Boom-Boom and the others.

However they often get roped into trouble, like when Bobby, Meira, Cole and Jubilee decided to steal The X-Van for a drive as Hailey and Ethan had to stop them.

It was not fun! Thankfully Kurt was able to lend a helping hand and get everyone to safety.

Even if it was wild, they were a family of friends!

Speaking of families, one afternoon Hailey got home from shopping with Amara and the others when she spotted Charles and Erik sat on the couch alone chatting. She knew her father and Erik were old friends, some may even associate themselves as old flames, especially with Erik staying over a lot more often because of help with the students. But this was actually charming to see. She ushered the group to quietly across the living room, having to hush Kurt and Tabitha’s giggles to do, making their way to the kitchen.

Weeks went on, as she noticed the two got closer every visit. Ethan and her found it oddly enough satisfying to see their parents rekindle their old relationship. Because that meant they would be spending more time together and less time telling the students to go study.

The two friends made a silent promise to act like nothing happened and everything was right in the world every single time their parents hung out together. Other days it was obvious Charles and Erik were pleased to see one another and some days it seemed that they were hiding it very well. But everyone knew if their Professor

“Good morning, my darlings.” Charles said, rolled in one morning into the kitchen to get himself some coffee and smiled.

Hailey sat next to Amara sharing slices of bacon and replied, “Hey, what’s on the agenda for today?”

Bobby exclaimed, “Please no training with Scott! Logan at least makes us play outside!”

Kurt joked, “My tail is itching to go play in the pool later!”

“You just want to be around Tabitha again…” Ethan muttered biting into his toast.

Charles smiled and hushed their voices, “Now, now, children. I know we all plan on different activities for today and we will get to do the. But first Mr. Lehnsherr is coming over to have a language lesson for you all to practice.”

“Why do we need to learn another—ow!” Bobby exclaimed but was cut off by Ethan who elbowed him in the chest.

“You will all need learn to pick up another language besides English, because you never know where your next assignment would take you.” Charles explained smiling before rolling away, “Enjoy your breakfast!”

Some of the students all shared a few giggles and looks watching the professor roll away to his office. It was gonna be a great day!

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Let Me Do It With You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Summary: Y/N is scared of doing something and Rafe is there to offer his support.

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Y/N has been thinking about getting a double-piercing for a while now because she wants to buy these butterfly winged earrings she thinks would look so cute with the piercing. However, she’s a little scared about how painful it might be. She was a baby when she got her first piercing, so she couldn’t remember how it felt. She voices her wants and fears to Rafe. “Let me do it with you, Angel,” he offers, looking up from the meme on his phone. She tilts her head to the side, “Like you want to go with me? I was thinking about going on Friday if you are free.” “No, I mean I want to get a piercing too. Just one on my left ear, but I think a hoop would look pretty cool in my ear,” he clarifies. Y/N smiles at him, loving how her boyfriend is always willing to try anything to make her feel comfortable. “Okay, I’ll book an appointment for both of us on Friday.”

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The day has finally come that Y/N and Rafe get their piercing and to say she is nervous is a little bit of an understatement. “What if it looks bad on me? What if it hurts really bad?” she questions as they watch the piercer get the station sanitized. Rafe chuckles, “Everything is going to be fine. You are going to look adorable with your double piercing. I highly doubt it hurts that bad.” “Can you go first?” she asks with a pleading look. He gives her a smile, “Of course. I’ll tell you how bad it isn’t.” The piercer tells him to get in the chair and he listens. He watches as she gets a cotton ball to sanitize his ear then the needle. At the sight of the point, fear starts to crawl under his skin. The needle is really pointy and it could hurt. He listens to the warning the piercer gives as the needle approaches his ears and his shoulders come up to protect his ears. “You have to relax,” she orders, pushing his shoulders down. He obeys, but he holds out his hand for Y/N to take. The needle goes through his ear lobe and he lets out a loud yell. “Shit!” His hand squeezes Y/N’s in a death grip. 

“Rafe, you are hurting me,” she complains and he is quick to let go. “I’m sorry, Angel. That just hurt a lot. Are you sure you want to do it?” he informs her. The piercer puts the hoop in his ear and motions for him to get off. Y/N nods, “I’m sure. If you can do it, then so can I.” “You are so brave, Angel,” he praises, kissing her lips. She sits on the chair and watches as the piercer goes through the same ritual as she did for Rafe. And when the needle goes through Y/N’s ears, she can’t even feel it. Her hand doesn’t tighten around Rafe’s. “Rafe, I couldn’t even feel it. That was nothing. The only thing really bothering me is the slight burn from her putting the stud in,” Y/N comments, looking at her boyfriend with an amused look. He pouts, “Maybe I just have more sensitive ears.” She giggles at his argument. “That could totally be plausible, but you were very courageous by going first. Thank you, Rafe. How about I go get you some ice cream for that aching ear.” His face lights up and he rushes to go pay, “Let’s go get some ice cream.” 

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