#it was like being smacked in the face by the most confusing realisation ever

[kelstey]

invisible string

mattheo riddle x reader

warnings : smut

REQUESTED

italics are flashbacks, each cut off is a different flashback/memory

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

"lights out everyone!" professor dumbledore yelled out. the silent movements of different rooms filled the hallway as everyone turned their lights off, no one was away to sleep - just yet, at least.

the first years had been allowed a trip to paris to celebrate the accomplishments of completing their first year at hogwarts.

a couple minutes passed by, the lock of the teachers' rooms could be heard, soon followed by a flick of the light switch. as if mattheo, theo, lorenzo, draco, and blaise's lives depended on it, they held their breaths as they wandered down the corridor, making their way to the room you were sharing with pansy and daphne.

the teeny, tiniest of knocks echoed through your room, signifying their arrival. the three of you giggled, having the boys sneak over into your room felt super grown up and who wouldn't want their crushes in their room?

you held in a breath as the door silently unlocked, opening the door to reveal the group of boys. "sh!" blaise smacked the back of draco's head as the floorboard underneath him creaked.

the five boys creeped into your shared room, trying their hardest to make as little noise as possible to avoid being screamed at by a professor for not only sneaking out - but sneaking into a room of girls.

you shut and locked the door, going over to your cramped single bed. it wasn't the most comfiest thing on earth but it would do for the meantime.

"hi," mattheo walked over, cramming himself into the bed with you.

"hi," you felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks. thankfully the room was only lit with the tiny glow of daphne and draco's wands.

"i can't wait to go to the eiffel tower tomorrow," draco gushed. he was sat on the floor against the wall, facing all three beds.

"who?" theo asked.

"me-"

"asked."

the seven of you laughed silently, draco buffed and puffed, unimpressed at the 'lame' joke.

"that's not funny."

"it's quite funny," pansy giggled, covering her mouth.

"whatever," draco crossed his arms like an angry toddler.

the room filled with mixed conversations, different duos and trios speaking amongst each other, occasionally joining in with each others conversations.

you leaned back against mattheo's chest, your eyelids growing heavy, fighting off each urge to fall asleep as you wanted to continue speaking with the rest.

he wrapped his arms around your torso, allowing your bead to fall back onto his shoulder. mattheo grew slightly confused when you stopped replying, looking down at you only to realise you were asleep.

he pulled the covers up over both of your bodies, his arms tightening around you secretly hiding from the others. mattheo continued to speak, careful not to be too loud in fear of waking you up.

he was also sure to hush anyone whenever they raised their voice, claiming it was just so no one would get in trouble, but really he didn't want them to wake you up, either.

not even thirty minutes after the boys snuck in did everyone fall asleep. numerous snores falling from mouths, theo's obnoxious one waking you up.

you tried to move but quickly realised the reason you were so restricted was due to mattheo's arms around you. a smile formed on your lips, he was the first ever boy you'd fallen asleep with.

-

"riddle! y/l/n! get back here right now!" snapes voice rang throughout numerous corridors. mattheo grabbed onto your hand tightly, your feet running at a pace that you didn't even realise you could go at.

"we're so fucked," you giggled, continuing to sprint through the corridors, weaving your way past other students, your veins pumped with adrenaline, giving you somewhat of a high.

"that's part of the fun," mattheo turned his face to look at you.

you looked angelic. your hair was being flown back as you ran, the brightest of smiles plastered on your face. mattheo felt flowers blossoming in his stomach, the petals tickling the inner lining.

you were always beautiful to him, but at that moment? it was like he discovered a new part of you. all these years he had known you, and only just then did he truly think he found you. he saw you. and he loved each singular part.

the two of you made a sharp turn, finding yourselves in a vacant corridor. your breathing was sharp, your lungs desperate for as much air as you could possibly receive.

you leaned back against the wall, the smile on your face reforming when you looked up to see mattheo holding back a smirk. your lungs burned, your legs moments away from giving in.

"you're such a little shit," you laughed. you felt a stitch on your side, your hand going up to your abdomen to press on it. the adrenaline was still coursing through your veins.

"stitch?" he took a few steps closer to you.

"hurts like a bitch," you panted. mattheo removed your hands from the area, massaging his hand to try relieve the pain.

"always works when i get one during quidditch," mattheo looked down at you.

he leaned closer, his forehead pressed tightly against yours. the tips of your noses brushed against each other. his warm eyes dilated as they gazed around your face, be opened his mouth to speak but a voice cut him off.

"you two!" the rage of snapes voice, once again, echoed down the hall.

"shit," and the two of you were off, once again.

-

"trust me this stuff will get you baked," the crackle of the lighter lit up the twisted end of the joint. "neville said it's some proper muggle stuff. some sort of cake strain."

"jesus," you spluttered, the smoke going straight to the back of your throat.

"yeah?" mattheo smirked, his tongue poking through the inner of his cheek.

you took a couple more inhales, the weed taking its affect in just a few moments. you passed mattheo over the joint.

"hurry, people are gonna wonder where we've went."

"calm it," mattheo chuckled. he leaned back in the chair, his legs spreading apart and moving his hips up to adjust his position.

"i am calm," you felt your eyelids begin to droop. the truo of you took some more hits, finishing the joint as soon as possible in order to return to the party happening inside.

mattheo took a few more drags, the icy breeze of the wind brushed over you, a chill running down your spine. the hairs on your arms stood up, your hands crossing over to salvage any body warmth you had left from being out on the balcony.

"here," he stubbed out the joint. he took his blazer off, bringing it over your shoulders.

"thank you," you smiled up at him. his eyes twinkled as the light of the moon shone down on him, he was truly gorgeous. "come on now, birthday boy."

the both of you returned back to the party and noticed everyone was already drunk or on the verge of it. you wandered over to a table where pansy, daphne, theo, and lorenzo were seated at.

mattheo followed you closely behind, a dreaded feeling of doom lingering over his head as his paranoia began to settle in. he sat down at the table leaving no space for you.

"you're really gonna make me stand?" you teased, getting between mattheo and pansy.

"mhm," a singular arm wrapped around the back of your legs, his hand resting on your outer thigh, his face nuzzled into your waist, dangerously close to the hem of your already risqué dress.

"it's okay," you muttered, running a hand through his curly brown locks, fingers trailing through his scalp which brought him ease, and he could've fallen asleep then and there. he looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with admiration as he took in your features.

he truly believed you were moulded by the hands of a true goddess.

mattheo spread his thighs apart, pulling you down by your waist to sit perfectly on his groin. "you look beautiful," his lips murmured against the ticklish skin of your neck, the sensation sending a tingle down your back.

"you don't look too bad yourself," you blushed. the others were too far deep in the conversation to notice the two lovebirds - or maybe they were doing it on purpose.

all light sources turned off, the party falling silent with confusion. shortly after, a light illuminated the room. the source coming from a cake being held by tom as be walked into the room, his legs taking strong, confident strides as he made his way over to the table with you and mattheo.

everyone soon gathered, irrupting into the infamous "happy birthday" song you quickly moved off of mattheo's lap before tom got too close, not wanting to raise any suspicions for anyone who didn't already see the two of you already getting a little too handsy.

tom placed the cake atop of the table, clapping once the song ended. mattheo's smile was wide and as bright as ever, his teeth pearly white as the candle light reflected off of them.

mattheo stalled for a second before closing his eyes, a swift blow and the candles were out. he had made his birthday wish.

everyone began to clap, you included. you cheered on, your smile soon faltering when mattheo's girlfriend made her way between you and mattheo, pushing her lips roughly against his.

you could feel your heart drop, your ears muting out the cheers and banter of the guests as they celebrated. your heart broke into a million pieces, his hands holding her close before he moved her onto his lap.

you had just forgotten that the two of you were just friends.

the lights came back on, everyone returning to their conversations, the music continuing to fill the room yet again. "are you okay?" pansy stood up, whispering quietly in your ear.

"i think i need some air," you blinked away the tears, trying to hold back what felt like a waterfall as your waterline filled with a thin lining of tears.

pansy wrapped one of her arms around your back, her head leaning against your shoulder as the two of you made your way out the party. you could feel your lungs gasping for air, a cry escaping your lips as the two of you entered the bathroom.

"it's okay, baby," pansy comforted you. your body just about collapsed onto the floor, though your jagged, distressed breaths for air seemed to be collapsing your lungs as well. you brought your legs up to your chin, allowing the tears to run free. "just breathe."

your mind was fogged, a million thoughts racing non stop as you tried to contain yourself. your eyes were glossy, bloodshot red, looking up at pansy as she rubbed your arm. "i think i love him."

-

the abrasive smoke found it's way to the back of your throat, the paper of the joint crinkling as loud as ever in the dead of the night. you had started to reconsider your clothing decisions as the baltic wind breezed over you, goosebumps arising on your bare legs.

fortunately, you were wearing a cozy hoodie that you would always throw on when you snuck outside in the middle of the night to smoke away, wanting nothing more than to simply escape your thoughts.

you caressed your forehead with one hand, the other holding the joint. you hadn't spoke to mattheo in weeks and it was starting to take its toll on you, you wanted to give him space, not wanting to interfere with his relationship, but it was proving more difficult than you anticipated.

the usual laughter that would be shared in and between classes was now filled with an awkward tension, neither of you wanting to break the silence.

late night wanders turned into late night cries, not longer having your usual companion to accompany you whenever you were finding difficulty sleeping. you mourned the 'loss' of your friendship, wondering what would have happened if maybe you had realised the immense feelings towards him sooner.

your mind was too clouded, distracted by numerous thoughts, too preoccupied to hear the footsteps appear behind you.

"i thought i'd find you here," you nearly froze, anxious at the thought of having been caught by a professor.

"mattheo," vou sighed in relief.

"that's me," he chuckled lightly. he closed the glass door behind him, taking a seat in the chair next to you. "you've been ignoring me."

"i figured you were too busy with your new girlfriend, now," you looked over at him. he looked disheveled, a faint stubble unshaved on his chin and jaw, his eye bags slightly darker than you remember, his eyes not as familiar as they once were.

"just because i have a girlfriend doesn't mean you need to cut me off," mattheo leaned back.

"don't do this to me."

"do what?"

you were brought back to the night of mattheo's eighteenth birthday, reminders of the tears that ran down your face when him and his girlfriend kissed, the way the world went silent around you but for everyone else; they were all happy for him and cheering.

"you know why i can't be your friend," you tilted your head as you looked at him.

"don't be stupid. you know you'll always be my friend."

"i don't want to be your friend, mattheo. that's the problem."

"what?" he was in a state of disbelief, wondering where all of this was suddenly coming from.

"i can't - mattheo...i," you fumbled around with your words, unable to figure out what you even wanted to say. now that it came down to it, every singular thing you wanted to say was suddenly stripped from your memory.

you closed your eyes, resisting the tears. you inhaled a sharp breath, trying to gather yourself as much as possible so you wouldn't break down in front of him.

"i don't want to see you with somebody else," your eyes fluttered open, a stunned mattheo looking back at you. "i can't just sit and pretend that i'm okay with the thought of another girl having you, because i'm not. i love you mattheo, but you're not mine."

you were unable to comprehend the emotion on mattheo's face. his eyes were wide, soft, but wide. his nostrils were flared, his fists tense by his side, his thumb rubbing over his index finger to comfort himself.

"say that again."

"what?" you breathed out, unaware of the deep breath you'd been holding in.

"say you love me."

"mattheo-"

"say it."

"i love you."

his movements were rapid, his hands finding their way to your waist, his lips fitting perfectly against yours. it took you a second to even comprehend what the fuck was going on, but you soon melted into the kiss.

his lips were rough, eager, but passionate as they moved. his hands roamed your body, longing to touch the body he knew so well. each curve, each freckle, each mole, each scar, his fingers traced

over.

an arm hooked around the back of his neck, your hand raking through his satin curls, a feeling you'd been missing for far too long.

mattheo's hands reached the back of your thighs, picking you up, your legs tightening around his waist. it didn't take long for him to find his way to your dorm, fumbling with the handle he finally managed to find his way in without dropping you.

his foot kicked the door shut, the steps he was taking felt like forever. you felt your body being placed against your familiar bedsheets, mattheo's body leaning over you.

it didn't take long for both of your clothing and undergarments to find their way onto the floor, discarded and forgotten about once mattheo's lips made their way back to your lips.

you'd never met someone with such soft lips yet rough kisses, light peppers and sucks as he trailed his lips down your jaw, making his way down to your neck.

"you're so fucking beautiful," he let out an exasperated breath, unable to come to the fact that you were fully real - and in love with him.

a mellow moan fell from your lips, mattheo's mouth falling around your hardened nip, capturing it with the light graze of his teeth. his calloused fingertips gently grazed down your body, one hand perfectly fitting around your other tit, his thumb toying with your other nipple.

you looked down at the boy, his brown eyes tainted with lust that consumed you, a fire igniting all over your body with how badly you needed him.

mattheo's fingers tickled their way down your torso, going right to where you needed him.

"fuck," he groaned, his fingers covered in a layer of your arousal. "so wet for me already."

wet kisses connect onto the sensitive skin of your neck, tilting your neck back to allow more skin for mattheo to mark and make his own. he let out a moan against your flesh, his hand pumping down his dick, lining himself up with you.

a gasp escaped both of your lips as he slowly began to slide into you, your walls stretching out against him. his hands found their way to your hips, his nails digging into your soft skin.

"fuck," he groaned, your nails dragging down the skin of his back, clawing away as he began to move his hips, rolling deeper into you.

he moved a hand from your hip, placing it around your throat. he squeezes around your neck, slowly adding more pressure as you let out even more unholy moans.

"just like that," mattheo grunted, your walls clenching around him with the feeling of his hands around your neck driving you absolutely insane.

"mattheo," you moaned. "god - fuck. please, i need you so fucking bad."

"good girl, tell me how bad you want me," his brows furrowed together, his pace beginning to fasten as he buried his dick further into your aching cunt.

"so bad," you gasped out.

"should've told me sooner," he threw his head back. "look so pretty under me."

you let out a whimper, your hands grasping at the sheets underneath you, twisting them tightly in your hand. mattheo's thrusts came in harder, your legs wrapping around the back of his thighs to get him even further inside of you.

mattheo leaned down, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, choked moans erupting from his mouth.

"my fuckin' god," he continued to roll his hips, unable to get enough of you.

"mattheo-" a whine fell from your lips, your stomach tightening as you felt your orgasm build up.

"fuck- keep doing that, doing so well for me," he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"shit," you bucked your hips up, mattheo's hips slamming down against you, his pace growing sloppier and harder with each second that passed.

"just like that, god, such a good fuckin' girl," your eyes rolled back, stars sparkling before your vision went white, your orgasm crashing down on you like never before.

"fuck," mattheo grunted, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, his cum spilling into you.

you let out a whimper as he pulled out of you, his body rolling into the space on the bed next to you. his hand trailed down your thigh, massaging it gently to calm the nerves that twitched throughout your jelly-like legs.

"i love you," mattheo pressed a kiss onto your shoulder.

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[bussyslayer333]

Love me, Love me

summary: bob floyd and the trials and tribulations of loving you.

or, my contribution to @roosterforme ‘s #loveisintheairtgm fic playlist!!!

pairing: bob floyd x bartender!reader

word count: 3.0k

warnings: swearing, some suggestiveness, mentions of alcohol maybe??, idiots in love smh

Bob was staring at himself in the mirror feeling a lot like how he did before his first middle school dance. Touching up his hair so he could impress Missy Clark. Except now he wasn’t trying to impress Missy, he was trying to impress you.

It was simultaneously a hundred times better and a hundred times worse.

Better, because you didn’t have braces that would catch on his lip if you kissed. Worse because you were probably the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and somehow he managed to make a fool out of himself every time he saw you.

He was picking up Jake and Bradley tonight before heading to the Hard Deck. It was probably one of his short comings as a man who doesn’t drink; he was destined to be the designated driver.

When Jake slid into the passenger seat he looked to Bob, looked away for a moment, then stared straight back at him.

“What?”

“Is that a new shirt?” Jake questions, mildly intense.

“Errr, yes?”

“Why do you look so nice?” Jake pesters, reaching a hand out to poke at Bob’s neatly styled hair.

Bob shrugs his hand away with a huff, “Um it’s a new year’s resolution, y’know look good feel good thing.”

Jake raises an eyebrow, unconvinced, before leaning in to sniff at Bob.

“You’re wearing new cologne.” Jake states, “why?”

Bob is starting to get slightly antsy, worried for the inevitable teasing that would occur once Jake found out about his infatuation crush on you.

“Well, Jake, the thing is…”

Jake leans in.

“I’m in love with you! I’ve been trying to impress you for months! …yeah.” Bob finishes lamely.

Jake laughs. Loud.

For a moment, Bob is offended that the idea of him being in love with someone is so amusing. Then he remembers the fact that for some reason he has just professed a fake love to the most obnoxious man on planet earth.

“Bobby, man you crack me up.” Jake chortles, wiping at the few tears that had slipped from his lash line.

Bob sighs as he comes to a slow in front of Bradley’s house, too caught up in his thoughts to stop Jake from hitting the horn to alert Bradley of their presence.

Bradley emerges from his house, hawaiian shirt on and an effortlessly handsome smile plastered across his face. Bob realises that if he was going to fake confess again Bradley would be a much more believable candidate.

“Hey boys,” Bradley smiles, sliding into the seat behind Bob.

He pats Bob on the shoulder far too hard without realising, and smacks Jake on the back with the same strength. Jake doesn’t shudder down on impact like Bob.

Jake allows Bob a second to breathe before he starts his pestering again, albeit more slyly.

“Rooster.” He starts

“Bagman.”

“Very funny.”

“I try my best.” Bradley chuckles.

Jake rolls his eyes and continues, “any guesses for why our dear Bobby is so dressed up for our Friday night drinks?”

Bob goes to protest, but Jake shushes him promptly.

“and don’t confess your undying love for Rooster because I will know you’re lying.”

Bradley cocks his head in confusion, before getting to his point.

“The bartender, obviously.” Bradley laughs.

Jake raises his eyebrows and makes a loud “ooooooohoooo” noise at Bob.

“You’re nailing her Bob? Nice.” Jake slaps Bob on his still recovering shoulder.

“No! I’m not!” Bob speaks a little defensively.

Bob had grown to like Jake over their time spent working together. However, his crudeness towards subjects such as this still made him cringe.

“But you would like to…?” Bradley supplies unhelpfully.

“I mean, yes, but also I want to take her out. On a date. With me.” Bob sighs.

If he thought too hard about what it would be like to have you in his bed, he would probably be sporting a hard on in the car with two of his best friends. It wouldn’t be the ideal way to start his Friday night.

“You should ask her out,” Jake smiles nonchalantly.

“Yeah! Tonight,” Bradley adds on.

Bob can’t help but laugh dryly at his friends optimism, because of course they would think it’s that easy.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he sighs out, pulling onto the road that leads to the Hard Deck.

“Sure it is!” Bradley delivers another encouraging painful slap to Bob’s shoulder.

Bob sighs dejectedly, clearly Bradley did not understand what he was trying to get at. He lets Bradley and Jake get out of the car before giving himself a mini pep talk in his rear view mirror.

“You’ve got this, Bobby,” he affirms.

BANG BANG.

Bob jumps out of his skin.

Jake’s face is smushed against the window, “you coming?”

“I can see up your nostrils.”

“Lucky you,” Jake snorts, finally pulling back so Bob can get out.

You’re the first thing Bob sees when he enters the bar; giggling at something a patron said as you pour a pint of whatever IPA Penny has on draft at the moment. Your hair is pulled back loosely and the light summer dress you’re wearing has Bob wondering if he needs to wipe at the drool forming at the corners of his lips.

He beelines for you, ignoring the shouts of greeting coming from his group of aviators already congregating around the pool table, and when you look up and meet his eyes, Bob could swear your smile widened.

“Hey Bob! Don’t you look smart!” You smile, radiant as ever.

Bob tries to ignore the heat that floods his cheeks and bites his lip to refrain from smiling too hard.

“Darlin’, thank you, but you… you look stunning,” he charms, probably overeager but you seem to have that affect on him.

Your nose scrunches in the way that it always does when you’re bashful of a compliment, it’s adorable but the idea makes Bob frown sometimes, makes him wonder if you know how beautiful you really are.

“I, I mean- this old thing?” You shrug down at your dress.

Bob can tell you’re being modest. You don’t need to be.

“Can I get you a drink?” You offer, steering the conversation from yourself.

It’s now or never that Bob realises he needs to make his move. He pinches his thigh through his trousers and finally pipes up.

“I, um, actually had a question that I wanted to ask? If that’s okay?”

“Yeah, shoot!” You nod.

“I wanted to ask this really incredible girl out, and I was just wondering, well, what you think she’d say?”

“I think she’d be a fool to say no,” you say with conviction.

Bob’s confidence seems to skyrocket after your confirmation. He nods and tries to conceal the smile threatening to split his cheeks in half.

“Good to know.”

As he walks off, Bob lightly pumps his fist in victory. You can’t help but giggle at the sight, hoping that whoever he was asking out would say yes. It would, however, be a lie to say you weren’t disappointed he wasn’t asking you.

Bob spends the rest of the weekend thinking about where he should take you out. He doesn’t want to come off too eager, so figured he should wait until Monday to see you again. He’s not sure when your next shift is, but figures if he swings by the Hard Deck after work he could probably catch you and ask whether your prefer Italian or Mexican.

When he gets to the Hard Deck at just gone 6 the bar is relatively empty, not much of a Monday evening crowd apparently. Bob ummed and ahhhed over the idea of bringing you flowers. In the end he settled on some pale pink roses, hoping they’d please you.

Penny is manning the desolate bar when he finally makes his way to the bar top. She smiles at him, albeit slightly confused at his lack of company and addition of flora in tow.

He says your name tentatively, “is she here?”

Penny frowns, “She just left about half an hour ago, said she had a date?”

Bob’s stomach drops. “Oh.”

“Was there a message you wanted me to pass on?” Penny smiles apologetically.

“No, um, don’t worry about it. Thanks Pen,” Bob nods curtly, spinning on his heel.

The flowers feel out of place in his clammy palm now, a dead weight dragging his right arm down. He still places then gently down on the passenger seat when he enters his car.

Bob leans his head on the steering wheel, not caring about the way the metal frames of his glasses are pushing painfully into the flushed skin of his cheeks.

“Fuck.” He whispers.

Bob drives back to his apartment with a furrow etched onto his brow, wondering if he hadn’t been clear enough that he was interested in you. His first thought is to ring Phoenix, you and her were close and regularly went out together. She picks up after the first ring.

“I’ve fucked up.” Bob sighs.

“Well hello to you too,” Nat snorts, Bob can hear the crinkle and crunch of what sounds like a bag of chips.

“Care to elaborate?” She questions.

He speaks your name as a whisper, “is she on a date right now?”

“Ohhhhhh,” Nat exclaims in understanding, “you’re an idiot.”

“I know!” Bob groans, at the reminder.

“She really likes you! But now she thinks you’ve got some secret crush!”

Bob is elated at the idea of you returning his feelings. Not so much at the idea of his failed attempt at asking you on a date being so stupid that it put you off.

“Ughhh, this is really embarrassing Nat.” Bob grumbles.

He can hear Nat snickering on the other end of the phone.

“Just tell her you like her, Dumbo.” She crunches down on another chip.

“Thank you that is really helpful actually.” Bob spits sarcastically.

Bob can hear Nat shuffle around before she starts up again, “look, for some reason she’s enamoured by everything you do. Like she’ll text me about how cute you looked in your glasses or how she liked your patterned shirt.”

She snorts, “it’s kind of disgusting but also heartwarming, I don’t know, what I’m trying to say is you just need to be yourself. That’s why she likes you.”

Bob is silent for a beat, “…she liked my shirt?”

“I’m hanging up now-”

“Thank you, Nat!” Bob quickly shouts down the line before she ends the call with a chortle.

Praying on the downfall of someone’s date is somewhat cruel. But Bob couldn’t really find it in him to care. Not when you look so sweet in one of your sundresses, stood at the bar wiping down the continually sticky counter tops.

It’s busy for an early Thursday evening, and Bob has once again bypassed his friends to beeline for you. Refreshed flowers in his hand, Bob was going to tell you how he felt. No beating around it this time.

“Oh! Hey Bob,” you drawl, slight flush to your cheeks at the sight of him.

“Hey beautiful, these,” he hands over the delicate bouquet, “are for you.”

You take them from him, inspecting the pinks and whites of the variety of flowers wrapped up in tissue paper.

“Wow, thank you! I- well no one has ever bought me flowers before!” You gush, fiddling with the ribbon at the bottom of the bouquet.

“They’re kind of an apology actually,” Bob smiles.

“Oh?” You prompt.

“Last Friday, I asked you that question?”

You nod in remembrance.

“Well, I was trying to ask you out. On a date that is, but clearly I went about it the wrong way, and if you’re not interested that’s okay! Of course, I just wanted you to know-”

Bob’s rambling is interrupted by the touch of your lips to his. His eyes widen in surprise before he leans in fully to your touch, hand coming to caress at your cheek. You pull back all too soon for Bob, who tries to chase after your lips.

“I want to.” You whisper against his lips.

“Huh?” Bob mumbles, slightly dazed from your kiss.

You giggle and pull back to look into his eyes fully, “Go on a date with you Bobby. I would love to.”

Bob grins, “Really?”

“Totally.”

Bob arrives outside your apartment at exactly the time he said he would. He’s dressed in a stripe button down and cream shorts. He looks handsome, annoyingly so and greets you with a kiss on the cheek. Ever the gentleman.

“We’ve already kissed,” you tease, smashing your lips against his in a greeting.

Bob reciprocates almost immediately, making a noise of approval as your tongue flicks against his. He pulls back breathless,

“I was trying to be a gentleman.”

“It’s okay,” you take his hand and thread your fingers through his.

You swing your hands gently whilst you listen to him talk, “I was thinking we could walk down to the beach?”

“Sounds perfect.”

The breeze is light, heat from the late afternoon still clinging to the air as you walk along worn concrete. Bob’s hand stays intertwined with yours and he nods along to all of your ramblings, somehow still interested even after your seemingly endless anecdotes.

“I’m probably boring you,” you smile apologetically.

Bob shakes his head with a laugh, “darlin’ I could listen to you talk about my taxes and be absolutely enthralled.”

You try to fight off your furious blush by smushing your face into his surprisingly muscular arm. Bob rolls his eyes and takes your face in his hands.

“I mean it.”

Bob initiates the kiss this time, slowly guiding your face towards his. It’s only quick, as your still surrounded by couples walking, but it leaves you reeling anyways.

The sun is setting by the time you make it to the beach, and you have a sneaky feeling Bob has timed your date to match it. You don’t ask, the idea alone is almost too much.

He lets you chatter on as you walk further and further down the beach, only stopping to ask questions to further your stories.

“I wanted to ask you something,”

“Sure,” you hum.

“Did you go on a date with another guy this week?” Bob hopes he doesn’t sound too accusatory (or jealous).

You nod shyly, “yeah, he kind of sucked though.”

“How come you went?” Bob inquires.

“I wanted to prove to myself that I wasn’t jealous of you going on a date with someone else.”

Bob chuckles, “even though you were the one I was asking out?”

You snort, “We’re stupid.”

“The stupidest.”

You both giggle for a moment at the absurdity of the situation before allowing the laughter to lull and finally take in the scenery. You hadn’t passed people for the past 10 minutes of your walk, reaching a more secluded area of the beach.

“Do you want to go in the water?” You ask slyly.

“I mean, I’m not very well prepared,” Bob gestures down to his outfit.

“Me either,” you shrug with a smirk, before lifting the hem of your dress and pulling it over your head.

You let it fall to the ground and bend down to take off your shoes, leaving them next to your dress. You snap back up with a smirk and let Bob take in the sight of you in your lacy underwear. He gulps visibly.

You wander towards the waves slowly, letting Bob take in the way your hips sway tantalisingly.

“You coming?” You call over your shoulder.

“Fuck.” Bob whispers to himself, “yeah, give me a minute!”

Bob shucks himself of his clothing in record time so he can join you in the water, which is rippling gently against your waist. It’s cool, but not overtly unpleasant. If anything it’s soothing his nerves.

You turn to face Bob when you can sense him behind you,

“wow,” you breathe out, drinking in his toned abdomen that had been exposed to you.

“I feel like I should be saying that,” Bob smiles down at you, allowing his hands to rest at your waist.

You roll your eyes and flick water at him playfully. Bob’s eyes darken teasingly and he splashes you back with a little more force.

“Bob!” You squeal as the cool water hits your chest.

You have no choice but to retaliate with an even larger splash of water. As soon as it hits Bob you take off, disturbing the peaceful ripples as you try to swim away from the now drenched Bob. He catches up to you with ease and lifts you into the air, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

Your arms come to hang around his neck and you rest your forehead against his, both breathing harshly against one another’s mouths. Your lips connect sloppily as Bob’s hands grip tight at your behind to keep you close to him. The light blue lace of your thong is now dark blue from the water, the fabric of the bra much the same. It clings to you almost sinfully, and when Bob pulls back to look at you he lets out a deep, guttural groan.

“Look at you, darlin’.”

You flush at his words, accent heavy now it’s tainted with lust. You flick water at him playfully once again, trying to distract from how overwhelmed he makes you feel.

Bob chuckles and readjusts you in his grip, one arm under you to support you and the other pushing back at the wet strands of hair framing your face.

“Is it crazy if I say I think I love you?” Bob whispers.

“Is it crazy if I say the same thing?” You reply.

a/n: HERE IT IS 🎺🎺🎺🎺 sorry for the wait everyone!!! please behold valentines bob, isn’t he the cutest idiot 😭😭

expect a lil jakey one shot next guys, then mayhaps ch4 of drive me wild hehehe

as always pls reblog, comment, or send me an ask and tell me what you think!!!

thank you for reading :)))

- honey <333

[gubnation]

Red Wine Supernova

Once again this is written on a whim in the middle of the night and inspired by one of my favourite songs and my favourite doctor.

Season 5 Reid without the leg injury.

2k word count.

It was the middle of a sweltering heatwave in Virginia, almost record temperatures for the entire week. Every one in the bullpen was sticky with sweat and completely over it. 

You had even taken to completely drenching your long, dark sheet of hair in the bathroom sink for some type of relief. While it helped to keep the heat of your head for a while, the rest of your body was still sweating bullets. If you were wearing a bra, it would surely be completely soaked through. 

You'd think the most coveted unit in the FBI would have better airconditioning but apparently not. 

After giving up on fanning yourself with the abandoned case files strewn out on your desk, you wandered down to Penelope's office to see if she was having better luck in the heat. 

Upon entering the room you realised the only thing hotter than the sun outside was the man sitting in front of you. 

His overgrown caramel brown hair shook as he turned his head around to greet you. 

"Hey you." Spencer smiled up at you front his perch next to Penelope's desk. 

Penelope was currently in the middle of an in depth tangent about something but you couldn't focus on a word she said because of the cherry red lollipop swirling around Spencer's mouth. 

You had never been so jealous of a piece of candy. 

Despite the weather, you felt heat build between your thighs for another reason. The vulgar sounds that came from between his lips only added to your arousal.

"Hey, you okay over there." Spencer's voice showed a tinge of slight concern at my dazed state. Meanwhile I watched a massive, teasing grin appear on Penelope's face in the corner of my eye. 

She knew I had it bad for the resident boy genius and went to great lengths to force me to tell him. Despite her meddling, I never could work up the courage to tell Spencer how I really feel. 

I'd known since the very first time we met in the elevator, on my very  first day heading up to level 6 from the computer crimes unit. I was a ball of nerves and was badly failing to hide my anxiety from the tall man to my left. Not realising he was my new team member and a literal genius, I blurted out just how very nervous I was to be starting in the BAU. 

I will never forget the comforting smile and supportive words that put me at ease that morning. I was a pure stranger to him and he had treated me with such rare kindness that fully kickstarted my secret admiration for him. 

Since that moment, along with Penelope of course, we became the best of friends. Unfortunately for me, thats all we ever ended up being.  

"Anyway that's why I'm never going back there, it's so hard to find somewhere with decent karaoke songs these days." You slowly starting taking in what Penelope was ranting about and affectionately rolled your eyes in response. An undeniable truth about Miss Penelope Garcia was that she loved her karaoke. 

"What, is it too much to ask for some Lana on the catalogue?" She had you there. Despite your amusement at her passionate tyrade against the local karaoke bar, you agreed with her exquisite taste in music. 

You both pretty much loved the same artists and you tried to attend as many gigs together as possible. Well, as possible as it was in this job. 

" What is Lana?." A soft smack to Spencer's silky head from Garcia swiftly followed. 

"You deserved that pretty boy." You liked to test the waters with how much flirting you could pass off as a joke with him. The flush that hit his cheeks everytime you did was your favourite shade of red. 

"Oh my god Reid, we have to go out tonight and educate you." That send Penelope bouncing down the hall to alert the others of her plans. Your still damp hair shook as you laughed at your friend. 

"Educate?" You looked up to meet Spencer's confused expression. "I have three PhD's." 

"Yeah and a lot to learn apparently." You learned forward as you rose from the chair next to him. Probably giving him a direct view down your slightly damp shirt. 

You took his deep gulp and flustered look at your cue to exit. Nothing better than leaving things on a high note with your favourite doctor. 

Later that night, after much convincing (and promises of free drinks) the whole gang had shuffled into a new karaoke spot that Penelope had been dying to try. 

You were honestly suprised she hadn't been to them all yet. Even more surprised she hadn't been banned from any either. She had a tendency to get overzealous while performing, which may or may not include giving Morgan a lapdance to National Anthem. 

Before you had all rushed the elevators to head home and change before the big night ahead, Penelope had given specific instructions for you all to come "hot to go." 

Everyone had hit really hit the mark, including yourself. It had been a while since you had really let loose and you weren't holding back. 

Your third glass of red wine matched the tight fitted dress that clung to your body in all the right places. Chunky black heels elongated your smooth, freshly shaven legs and your hair was thrown back into wild, unkempt curls. 

You ignored the eyes that lingered on your body as you grabbed another round for the table, desperately scanning the room for your guest of honour. It wasn't like Spencer to be late, so you had a sinking feeling that he might not be coming at all. 

Before you could pout for too long, in walked Dr Spencer Reid, looking drop dead gorgeous for an entirely new reason. 

His previously long locks has been  cropped into a shorter, messier cut. Althought you loved his old hair, his new style stirred something deep inside. 

You barely noticed the bartender place the stacked tray of drinks Infront of you as your eyes followed Spencer across the room. Luckily, he didn't notice your staring as he sat down with the rest of the group.

You quickly thanked the bartender and headed back over to the table, ready to get a better look at the eye candy waiting for you. 

As you approached, you heard the playful banter that was directed at Spencer's new look. 

"What did you join a boyband?" Even the ever serious Hotch was chiming in to tease the blushing doctor. 

"Penelope did say come hot to go didn't she?" You playfully leaned foward and ruffled Spencer's hair, careful to not let yourself indulge too much. "Spencer was just following orders." 

Okay maybe you were leaning way too close to him while you said it but you could only blame the wine. 

" You like it?" The sincerity in Spencer's question gave you butterflies. He genuinely wanted to know what you thought. 

"I love it Spence." You slightly slurred the compliment as you had just polished off a fourth glass but you meant every word. "You can pull off any look, I swear you just get prettier each day." 

You bravely placed a delicate hand over his under the table that only he knew about. Despite being slightly tipsy, you commited this feeling to your memory because you knew it wouldn't last. 

Before you could say anything more, Morgan and Rossi were dragging him up to the stage to perform a cheesy Bon Jovi song that Spencer definitely didn't know the words too. 

Despite usually being the sober one, you noticed him chugging  the beer he had been nursing to ease into the embarassment. 

Your whole team cheered and clapped as they bowed to their adoring fans, you yelled extra loud for your new favourite boyband as they retreated back to the booth. 

"Wow Spence, you're a natural up there." You jokingly teased as he squished in next to you, thighs slightly touching. He replied by stealing the rest of your drink and downing the rest of it. 

A tempting red stain lingered on his  boyish smile shining back at you, proud of what he had done. It took everything you had not to lean in for a taste. 

You wish it was always like this. Spencer playfully teasing you and looking at you like you hung the moon. You knew he was a light weight but your drunken mind pondered whether there was something else there. Whether he felt anything back. 

You made the executive decision to let him know exactly how much you wanted him. 

"Pen, we're up next." You locked eyes with your go to duet partner as she registered the devilish look you had. 

A couple minutes and one more glass for good luck later, you were making your way to the stage. 

The opening beat to one of your favourite songs started and you danced around as Garcia started the first verses. You felt the wine rush to your head and let yourself go to the song. 

You acted as a very enthusiastic backup singer as Garcia ended the first chorus and you started singing. You made sure to look directly over at Spencer to make sure he heard every word. 

"Long hair, no bra." You jokingly palmed your chest as a joke while singing "that's my type." 

"You just told me, want me to fuck you."

You made sure to hold eye contact for this next line, staring intently into Spencer's blown out pupils. 

"Baby, I will 'cause I really want to." 

You twirled on the spot, breaking your intense connection with Spencer to scream along to the chorus with Penelope. 

Your lips turned up into a smirk as you anticipated your next part. You returned your gaze back to it's rightful place. 

"Well, back at my house, I got a California king. Okay, maybe it's a twin bed, and some roommates." 

"Don't worry we're cool!" Penelope was taking her supporting role very seriously and you blew her a kiss for it. 

You then turned and made a show of pointing a nail at beet red man in front of you. 

"I heard you like magic

I got a wand and a rabbit

So baby, let's get freaky, get kinky

Let's make this bed get squeaky" 

You let Penelope take the rest of song song as you screwed your eyes shut and swayed your hips to the beat. You were too turned on to feel embarrassed about your not so subtle confession. 

You finally looked up to see that your favourite face was still looking back at yours. 

A bright smile lit your face as your rushed off the stage to ask him what he thought. You made sure to get as close as possible this time, not caring about the watchful eyes around you both. 

"So Spence, what did you think?" You tried to continue your seduction but you couldn't focus as he assessed you with his eyes. 

"I think." A wide smirk appeared as he reached behind you. "you have something behind your ear." 

A torn piece of paper appeared between his fingers. You could see the start of a few numbers before the paper folded in. 

" I already have your number Casanova, we work together remember?" You teased.

" It's not my number." You slowly unfolded the rest of the message, eyes like saucers as you realised what it said. 

"It's my address, and I do actually have a California King."

[strangerthingslover69]

The birthday present

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ swearing and smut ~

This isn’t what you imagined life for yourself. Unhappily married. Your parents said you got married too young, you were naive and thought nothing of it. Of course they were right. Today ended up being a the worse day ever. However a knock at the door was about to make it a hell of a lot better

‘Jason!’ You shout your husband as he’s still getting ready upstairs. ‘Honestly you take longer than me!’ You huff walking into the kitchen. ‘Well Y/N it takes a long time to look this good’ he says walking into the kitchen behind you. Jason Carver. Yup he was your sweetheart from high school. After him and Chrissy broke up it didn’t take him long to worm his way to you, you fell for it of course. He was a jock, good looking, smart, all that. Only a year after you started going out he proposed. You said yes and we’re so excited. However your family were not. ‘You’re too young to be married!’ Your mother would say on a daily basis as the days got closer to your actual wedding. Your parents chose not to come. That’s the day you lost them pretty much. You hadn’t seen them since marrying Jason and that was six years ago. Six long years. You couldn’t leave him even though you wanted to, you had no one else. Jason had managed to trap you, it felt like anyway. You had no family. No friends of your own. Just him. All the time

You roll your eyes before turning around. ‘You ready to go?’ You ask grabbing your bag. He looks at you with confusion. ‘Go? Go where?’ He asks putting on his jacket. You huff again. ‘Seriously?’ You say putting your hands on your hips. The doorbell goes, ‘Whose that?’ You ask not expecting anyone. ‘Babe now are you being for real? C’mon it’s guys night. We’re going out and I’m crashing at Patrick’s.’ He says walking away to answer his school jock friends. Yup he’s forget. You don’t know why you even got dressed up you should have known he’d forget. You put down your bag and slide off you heels pouring a large glass of wine. You hear Jason leading the others through. You turn and welcome them putting on a ‘good wife show’ it wasn’t worth Jason’s melt downs when you weren’t one. ‘Andy. Patrick. Trey. Always a pleasure. Beer?’ You offer walking to the fridge. ‘They’re good babe we’re going now. Oh almost forgot I had to call an emergency mechanic out. My cars been playing up’ Jason says looking at his watch. ‘They should be here in an hour. I used your card, couldn’t find mine. Will pay you back next week.’ He says like it’s nothing. You bite down on your inner lip hard trying to keep composed. ‘No problem honey. Have a great time out’ you say with a fake smile. He comes over and kisses your cheek and smacks your ass, the others all make animalistic noises and laugh. Just like that they leave. ‘Prick’ you mutter finishing you wine. You take the bottle upstairs and begin to run a bath, knowing you had at least an hour to relax before someone turns up to look at your charming husbands car. You take off your new dress, which you look amazing in by the way, a black strapped dress with some black sequins running along the bottom. You sigh as you throw it on the floor. You put your hair up so it wouldn’t get wet in the bath. You add some ‘calming’ bubbles and start to relax. The hot water already making you feel slightly better. You wash away your freshly make upped face when you hear the doorbell. ‘Fuck sake. He’s forgot his pissing keys again.’ You sigh leaving your bath and grabbing you towel wrapping it around your body. The doorbell goes again. ‘I’m coming!’ You shout making your way down the stairs, you swipe Jason’s keys from the bowl unlocking the door, ‘here Ja-’ you sentence is cut short when you realise it’s not Jason who is in the other side of the door

‘Eddie?’ You say feeling very surprised, he was the last person you’d expect to show up and yours and Jason’s house. The look on his face matches your too as he most definitely didn’t expect to see you either, especially just answering the door in a towel. ‘Shit Y/N is that really you?’ He asks clearly checking out your barely covered body. You and Eddie were close at school, believe it or not. Well you were before you and Jason were together. Then he just took you away and you let it happen. You feel yourself turning bright red as you see Eddies eye nearly pop from his skull. You pull the towel tighter across your body and clear your throat, ‘what, what are you doing here?’ You ask feeling flustered. He still looks the same but more tattoos, facial hair and most definitely more toned. He looks good. Very good. ‘Emergency mechanic?’ He gestures to his uniform and tools. You hadn’t even noticed the overalls that say ‘EM Mechanics.’ ‘Wait, Jason called you?’ You ask surprised. Eddie can’t help but chuckle. ‘Well not directly me. My company yes. I do not think he realised I owned it. The receptionist answered it and I was on call out for today’ he says scratching the back of his neck. ‘Impressive Munson, own company. Always knew you’d do well’ you say with a small smile. Eddie blushes at your compliment. ‘Thanks very much, so erm, the car?’ He gestured to Jason’s car outside. ‘Oh shit yeah, I’ll get the keys. Please come in’ you say walking off to find Jason’s keys. Eddie steps into yours and Jason house closing the door. He looks around as sees Jason’s basketball trophies smack bang in the middle in a display cabinet. Eddie rolls his eyes, ‘Still an obnoxious asshole’ Eddie mutters to himself. As he walks further into your living room he can see many things definitely owned by Jason, it just screams him. He stops at the fireplace when he sees your prom photo and wedding photo next to one another. You looked so happy. Smile reaching up to your eyes. Now you seemed different, even a small conversation and Eddie can tell your not as happy. He still knows you like the back of his hand. He hears you opening draws and closing them. ‘God damn it! Where are they?!’ You say slamming the last draw. Eddie comes into the kitchen seeing you rubbing your eyes clearly stressed. ‘Everything okay?’ He asks slowly walking to you. Your shoulders slump and you sigh. ‘No Eds. Far from fucking okay’ you say with tears welling up in your eyes. He can’t help but smile as your you say your nickname for him. His smile soon drops when he sees your tears coming down your face. He rushes to your side. ‘Hey sweetheart what’s wrong?’ Eddie asks worryingly. You bury your head in your hands and cry. Without hesitating Eddie brings you in to his chest and hugs you. He soothingly runs his hands up and down your back to help you calm. You cry into your old friends chest for a good five minute before calming down. Eddie just let’s you cry, you clearly need to

Once he can’t hear your tears he moves you, he places his hands on your shoulders. You lift your head up and meet his eyes. ‘Sweetheart tell me what’s wrong’ Eddie says using his old nickname for you. You sigh. ‘What’s the date?’ You ask in a sad voice. Eddie looks confused but answers. ‘September 6th?’ ‘Exactly. September 6th. Do you remember anything significant about this date?’ You ask him. Eddie thinks for a minute before it clicks. ‘Your birthday. Shit. Happy birthday! Wait. Where’s Jason?’ Eddie asks confused. ‘Exactly. Where is my so called husband? He’s gone out with his friends and staying out the night. The asshole forgot my goddamn birthday. Even you remembered! After all these years you remembered.’ You say feeling teary again. Eddie brings his hands to your cheeks, ‘He’s not worth your tears Y/N’ Eddie says in a kind voice. ‘I’ve cried for him too many times Ed’s. I, I don’t love him. I haven’t got a long time but how can I leave him? I have nothing of my own.’ You say your eyes filling yet again. ‘Hey, no more crying. We can’t have a beautiful girl like you crying. Especially in your birthday’ Eddie says wiping a single tear that’s fallen down. You give a small smile. ‘How can you be so nice to me after all this time? I, I left you. You were the one person who was there for me and, I. I fucking left. I’m so sorry Ed’s. I wish I never left you. Fuck I wish I never said yes to that asshole’ you say as the tears fall down again. Seeing you after all these years in such a broken way it is breaking Eddies heart. He never hated you even when you did leave him. Even when Jason was still a dick to him. You weren’t. He couldn’t never hate you. ‘Princess. I could never hate you. Ever’ Eddie says resting his forehead on yours, he closes his eyes and it’s like you’ve gone back in time. Your touch. Your smell. You. He was really here with you.

You’re not sure what came over you but as Eddie rested his forehead on yours you leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. Eddies eyes open as he feels your lips. He doesn’t kiss you back. You move away feeling stupid. ‘I’m, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. That was inappropriate’ you say stepping back from him. Eddie doesn’t say anything. He just moves closer to you and pulls you in for a kiss. Your lips connect once again but both kissing one another this time. When growing up with one another you never crossed the line but little did you both know how much you wanted to and all these years later here you are. The kiss quickly deepens as Eddie moves his hand down your waist pulling you in closer. You fingers desperately grab any part of him you can. It happens to be his overalls that are tied around his waist. You undo them and pull at the bottom of his vest hinting for him to take it off. The kiss breaks as Eddie lifts the vest over his head. You quickly find each others lip again, a hotter needier kiss. It had been months, possibly years since Jason kissed you like this and when he did it never felt this good. Your hands reach into his hair pulling at his curls. He moans into your lips. ‘You like that?’ You say smiling into his mouth. Eddie takes the opportunity and pulls your lips into this biting down on your bottom one causing you to moan. ‘You like that?’ He says teasingly just like you did. You move him off and take his hand leading him to the sofa. You push him down and he sits down legs open. You drop your towel and bare you naked body in front of your old friend. Eddie licks his lips as his eyes wonder up and down your body, he wipes his palms on his overalls. ‘Fuck Y/N, your beautiful. Come here’ he says pulling you onto his lap. His lips latch onto yours and he kisses you hungrily, you open you mouth and let out a moan as you feel his growing erection on your bare pussy. With your mouth open Eddie invites his tongue into your mouth as you start to grind on him. Eddie disconnects from your mouth and your about to complain but he starts to kiss down your jaw slowly to your neck, kissing that special place under your ear. ‘Fuck Eddie’ you moan as his hands come to your chest and tenderly palm your breasts. His calloused hands rubbing across your nipple making you moan. ‘Ed’s. Need to to fuck me’ you moan as you feel yourself getting more wet on his overalls. His lips leave your neck and he looks up at you with those big brown eyes. ‘Fuck princess, are you sure?’ He asks. You smile at him and grind again on his clothed dick. ‘I’m sure’ you say biting your lip

You move off Eddie slightly so he can take off his overalls and boxers, as he does this you begin to kiss his neck like he was doing to you. He moans as he feels your teeth sink into his neck sucking it hard. ‘Fuck Y/N’ he says pulling your by your hair off his neck so your lips can meet again. With Eddies overalls and boxers off you climb back onto his lap, lips never leaving. You move down and wrap your hand around his throbbing cock. ‘Fuck Eddie, your big’ you say into his lips as you begin to pump him slowly up and down. ‘Bigger than Jason?’ Eddie says with a wicked smile. You smile back and lean next to his ear. ‘Much fucking bigger’ you whisper as you line his cock to your entrance and slowly push him into you. You both moan together as he stretches you out a lot, it stings but Eddies words make you feel better. ‘Such a good girl, taking me so well’ You finally fit Eddies cock into your pussy, you begin to slowly rock your hips back and forth getting into a steady rhythm. Eddies hands hold onto your waist as he moves with you. ‘Fuck Y/N your pussys so fucking good’ he moans into your chest. ‘You fill me up so good daddy!’ You moan loudly picking up the pace. Eddies cock twitches at his new name. He takes your breast and brings your nipple into your mouth as he slowly starts to suck it. His tongue swirls all around it making it harder and even more wet on his cock. You move faster back and forth as you feel yourself getting close. ‘Eddie, fuck!’ You moan pulling him by his hair bringing him in for a messy kiss, tongues and teeth bashing into each other but either of you care. You bounce up and down in Eddie cock as he moves down slightly changing the angle and hitting you in a new place you didn’t know existed. Eddie takes control as he holds onto the back of your legs and pumps himself in and out of you fast and hard. ‘Ed, Eddie fuck’ you moan out as you feel your orgasm coming, Eddie does too. ‘Fuck Y/N, need, to c-cum’ he says digging his fingers into your legs hard enough to leave bruises. ‘Eddie in me. Cum in me!’ You scream out as your orgasm comes crashing around and you cum all over Eddies cock, you feel his cum shooting up into you. Eddie slows down the pace as you both finish cumming together. Both breathing heavy catching your breathes, you rest your head on Eddies chest and he draws patterns around your back. Eddie says your name name making you look up. ‘Happy birthday’ Eddie says bringing you in for a kiss. By far this was the best birthday present you could of asked for

[anonymoosen]

ZIMPAI STORY PART 6: A CONFESSION OF OBSESSION 🥺👉👈

(YALL THIS IS GONNA BE THE LAST PART FJDJFDJ CUZ I HAVE TO END THIS WEIRD STORY BEFORE I BURN ANYONE ELSES BRAINCELLS AGAIN)

(AND THIS IS GONNA BE MY THING FOR ZIMDAY/IZDAY LOL)

———-

“LIEEESSS!” The alien desperately screeched out loud on the top of his lungs (or whatever aliens had). Dib raised an eyebrow in confusion, distracting him from the overwhelming sadness he was trying to hide. “I…uhhh- didn’t say anything…?”

Zimpai blinked and tried to regain his composure. He slowly took a step back and tried to escape. Dib-chan tilted his head, and his hair bone scythe hair cowlick thingy turned into a light bulb as a thought struck him. “C-could it be…”

Just as the big headed boy opened his mouth to let out his undeniably kawaii anime voice, Zim-kun began to run and covered his nonexistent ears.

“Z-Zimpai has…a…a…”

Dib-Chan’s delicate pretty voice suddenly became deep and sounded like he was a macho and buff man. “CRUSHY WUSHY LUSHY USHY BLUSHY CRUSHY ON MEEEE!11!1!1!1!11”

The yell was so loud and ear piercing that the whole ground collapsed while everything around Dib got pushed away by 999999999 kilometers.

This was so powerful that even Gaz became flabberGAZted by this and was more concerned than ever. “TAK- WHY THE ACTUAL HELL DID YOU MAKE THE ANIME BEAM DO THIS???”

Tak, despite her messy hair and being literally yeeted away by an incredibly long distance from a pathetic lover boy, was still smiling smugly and just shrugged. “I had the most tragic villain story from the most stupid defective Irken of destruction demolishing a vending machine. His stupid lover obviously has to be as insane as he is.”

Back with our main character idiots here, Dibby boi realised what he has done and sobbed, “Z-Zimpai my pookie…! I didn’t mean to hurt you like thisss…!!” (he obviously did lolll)

From 999 something kilometers whatever that number I typed earlier (oh wait I can copy and paste but oh well) away, the green space cockroach creechur growled, “GRGRGRRR YOUUU…!! YOUUUU!! WHEN YOU YOUUU!11!1!1 YOUUU MADE ME MAAADDD GRGRGRGRHDIEJDEKJ” (bro this space boi couldn’t hear dib a shmillion times even when he was 1 inch away from him but now he can-)

(wAIT I SHOULD MAKE LESS BRACKETED TEXTS SORRY-)

Instead of apologizing again, Dib got mad at Zim too because it would be too out of character if the boys didn’t fight each other here as it was still an ENEMIES to lovers arc after all.

Deeb Doob Dob Dib’s voice became all buff again as he himself became buff too, electricity surging all around him. He then ascended from the ground, T-posing and let the mysterious anime power carry him towards the alien.

The alien boi zimmediately tried to become as buff as Dibby boi did by casually grabbing a machine that was 69 420 times his size in his PAK and blasted himself with it, causing his scrawny-looking green arms to develop more and more muscles and become as buff as Dib was.

The boys just stared each other down, eyes glowing while T-posing in front of each other.

Dib-chan then broke the silence that lasted for 10 hours by saying in a small and cute voice while still in that buff state

“…Z-zim-kun I… I… l-love y-you…”

Zim then reverted back to his cutesy smol chibi shape and responded with a little “B-baka!!” even when Dib didn’t finish the sentence.

Surprised by that, the big headed boy also reverted back into his original pathetic form and giggled, “I love you….your mom!” He laughed even more and smirked. Zim was taken aback and felt his heart— whatever aliens had shatter into smithereens. Was this really how Dib felt…? Was it all just a silly little game…?

Before Zim could take get out his PAK legs to absolutely destroy and obliterate the human, Dib laughed once more and threw that one love letter to Zim, smacking his face and not the back of his bald head this time.

“Nahhh! Just kidding, and uh- happy birthday, I guess…” Dib looked away quickly as the butterflies returned in his stomach. Dang it— he forgot how cute his crush looked despite how stupid he was…

“Ehhh- birthday?? Invaders don’t NEED pathetic Urth birthdays!”

“Yeah, yeah— but today is still special, y’know? It’s the day you set your little alien foot on this planet!”

Zim tried not to smile at his beloved nemesis remembering AND writing some letter to him for this day. But then…

“WAIT! How did you know it’s today?? We met at the disgusting skool one or two days after I landed on this filthy planet!!”

Dib smiled and responded, “I’m a paranormal investigator! Of COURSE I know the exact day an alien comes here!”

“You were a creepy stalker from the start, Dib-thing… even before becoming those… yhaaan-deers…”

“You’re creepy too, y’know!! And you were so weird too! In fact- everything was so weird earlier… nothing new, I guess!” Dib chuckled.

Zim coughed and shifted his eyes away from Dib, yet getting closer beside him. “…Yeah. Very…strange…”

Dib-ch- I mean DIB noticed this and leaned closer and closer to Zim and….

HELD HIS HANDDDD!1?1!?!1?11!1! SO SCANDALOUS!! THE END-

(Just kidding :3)

…he affectionately smooched the bug boy’s cheek! This gesture was so sweet that even the usually cold Gaz let out an “awww!” along with every other bystander around them!

The gay boys finally completed their enemies to lovers arc….

…until the cartoon resets again and everyone forgot what happened !

The end uwu

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THIS STORY HAS BEEN… SOMETHING! LOLL IF U ACTUALLY READ THIS, OR EVEN READ ALL THE WAY FROM THE START- I JUST WANNA SAY THANK YOU.

THANK YOU FOR ALL UR SUPPORT AND STILL STICKING BY DESPITE THE SLOW UPDATES AND THE LOW QUALITY WRITING AND PHONE DOODLES!

Honestly, I’m gonna miss this story, so maybe I’m still gonna make things for it in the future like doodle comics or more writings but after the reset! Anyway… again thanks so much for reading this if u did and have the bestest day or night! Don’t let the buff boys haunt you XD

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[leiandroid]

pirate and mermaid au (part 2 of 2) + bonus content under the cut

he moaned and groaned under the scorching sun and was beginning to feel delirious when a painfully wet smack slapped him across the face.

kiba sat up in alarm, pulling the flopping fish away from his face and stared at it with confusion. then, he heard a sing-song giggle and came face to face with the creature from the wreckage. kiba wondered if he could blame the sunstroke for making him hallucinate the same thing twice.

noteable things about this au:

kiba has a golden upper left canine (very important)

ino speaks the language of the ocean that humans do not know or speak but can fully understand what is being said to them (they feel the words in their brain)

the human experience with merpeople is completely surreal because they cannot be perceived normally so most people believe they are hallucinating and always feel paranoid and uncertain during their interaction

ino follows kiba whilst he's adrift in the ocean bringing him food and sea weeds and leaves so he can weave a sail/shade

the longer he spends around the mermaid the surreal feeling begins to fade and the interactions feel more real

that's when he realises he rather liked the surreal feeling bc this mermaid is one melodramatic diva that teases and griefs him endlessly and that's rather annoying company when you're lost at sea

but at least she keeps him fed and sheltered and shows him exotic fish he could only ever dream of seeing

and a chill run downs his spine when her eerie glow lights up the dead of night and he learns that it's not the great shark nor the water snake or even the fabled eight-tailed sea ox that is the apex predator of the vast ocean

[vinsmokewife]

warning

day 18 of a very zosan centric kinktober - spanking

After Sanji tries to make Zoro jealous, Zoro teaches him a lesson. It's as they say, brats get spanks.

If Sanji did one thing, it was piss Zoro off constantly. Not saying that Zoro didn’t piss Sanji off as they gave each other as good as they got but since this little situationship started, Sanji often tested the waters to see what he could get away with and what he could do to make Zoro react in a more...favourable way.  

Zoro was a good dominant. He was everything that Sanji could have asked for not that he would ever tell him that. In return, Zoro got a brat. Although Sanji would most likely deny being a brat, it was clear to see that Sanji was indeed a brat.  

Good thing Zoro liked a little bit of brat taming. 

The thing that set him off today was the way the blonde made kissy faces at the girls. He took extra care in making their meals and drinks as well as helping them with whatever they needed. Even Nami and Robin were confused. He was being attentive...but maybe a little too attentive today. He knew that it wound Zoro up the bend though. Although Zoro would never vocally admit it, he could see that the swordsman got a hint of jealously every time it happened. Every time he saw Sanji giving his attention to someone else, he could see that it bothered Sanji. 

And previously, it had been in small doses. A hand grabbing the blonde’s ass out of nowhere, pushing the blonde up against a wall and kissing him hard then doing...nothing about it...or even whispered words in his ear to remind him who he belonged to.  

But not today...because today needs something a little bit more...punishing than that. Which was why as soon as everyone left the dining room, without even having the dishes put away or nothing, Zoro had managed to get Sanji bent over the table. One hand was in that luscious blonde hair while the other one was fiddling with his trousers. The thing that set him off was Sanji’s audacity to flirt at the dinner table while Zoro was sitting right next to him with his hand on his leg. Still, that subtle reminder was not enough for Sanji who was being aggressively flirtatious. 

“Think I’m going to have to show you who you belong to,” Zoro said almost threateningly with his hair grasping those blonde locks. Although he would never do anything to purposely hurt Sanji too bad, spanking was a good punishment. He had only spanked him a few times and oh how he loved watching Sanji squirm afterwards. The amusement and satisfaction he had went he would see Sanji struggle to sit down after a spanking session. 

“Sounds like your jeal- Hey!” Before Sanji could even finish that sentence, Zoro pulled his trousers down and pants before landing a loud smack onto one of his cheeks. Sanji let out a yelp, jolting a little in front of the table nearly banging his hips onto the edge. It wasn’t until Zoro did it again, Sanji realised that this was his punishment. Oh, how delightful. A spanking session. How absolutely wonderful. 

“Sounds like I’m what?” Zoro repeated, in a mocking tone as he spanked him again, “Use your words, cook,” 

“You’re ah! Jealous!” That last word came after a particularly hard spank to his left cheek. Zoro looked down and could already see that the blonde’s ass was starting to get red already which was such a nice look on the blonde. How pretty he was when his ass was beaten black and blue. It was what he deserved for being such a brat anyway. 

“Jealous?” Zoro repeated, each syllable as slow as the next as he slapped his ass hard again. The red skin already starting to sting. “I don’t have anything to be jealous of...I’m pissed off you're behaving like a little brat though,” 

The word brat landed with a particularly hard smack again which had Sanji pulling his head back in pain and in a sick kind of bliss. He had to admit it wasn’t much of a punishment to him...not when Zoro reacted like this. He would probably continue to behave like a brat if Zoro spanked him like this a lot more often. 

“Is this...all you have?” The blonde spoke out with a small smirk on his face. Zoro’s grip in his hair tightened a lot more before he began to spank harder again. He spanked him again... and again. He spanked him a few times in quick succession without letting Sanji have time to feel the aftermath of each spank. Zoro kept watching the skin turn redder and redder, looking like it would sting but it was fine.  

Zoro looked and noticed one other thing. Because of all the spanking, Sanji was rock hard. It had Zoro laughing as he grabbed Sanji by the hair again and pulled him up more, so his back was flush against Zoro’s chest.  

“You turned on by this, are you?” Zoro spoke with a highly bemused tone in his voice as he smacked Sanji again a few times in quick succession, “You nasty pervert. You’re turned on by me spanking you, are you?” Sanji could only let out a weak moan, pressing his hips back and backing up into Zoro’s crotch who spanked him again even more hard. 

“Pathetic.” Zoro said, pushing him forward so he was back against the table. Honestly, Zoro was tempted to fuck him here and there just for being a little pervert, but he wanted to make Sanji work for it. As he did, he pressed himself against Sanji’s ass, letting him feel the length of his hard thick cock through his trousers before once pulling Sanji up by his hair and whispering into his ear.  

“I want you to finish cleaning up...then I want you to come to my cabin. There I’m going to fuck you like the brat you are,”  

Zoro then let go and stepped back, giving Sanji one last hard spank before leaving him without a word. He didn’t plan on spending the rest of his evening fucking Sanji, but plans have now been changed and he can’t complain about that. 

[zenyukifanficblogs]

Fresh Generation; Life Trials Chapter 20: Daughter Problems

Victoria’s POV

It was the day after the pieces for the Hindley cold murder been put together. Chief has a car ready for everybody to leave while they raid the place.

We managed to get out of the place safely, not without any precautions because if Hope realises we are fleeing, we are done for.

Hence, we end up fleeing in the middle of the night with a misleading letter saying that we are away to give out our possessions for the day before coming back.

“That letter is about the most reasonable yet the most crackhead I’ve ever seen done!” Laura laughs out as John drives.

“Truthfully I rather be preaching love in many other ways than being looked at creepily and drugs.” Jen says.

She’s not wrong. I wonder myself some days why pedos exist in this world to harm the young.

“Looks like we be keeping away from county jails for the night~” Peter says in a singing tone.

“Yep cause technically except for Croaker, the rest can’t be kept in the federal.” Antonio agrees with Peter.

“Illegal firearm possession is still a felony though as a whole.” Jen scratches her head saying which got us pretty impressed.

‘This girl knows her law here well.’ I looked at her amazed. “Unless the gun’s register has been deemed invalid.” She adds on.

“But given they are hippies, who would have $25 for a gun license. Not even to mention a Chanel perfume.” Peter says. “Good point son.” Antonio tells Peter.

“But really though, how did you figure out Croaker killed Janice Hindley with her own gun?” Antonio asked Jen.

“The gun has a number down the handle so I checked and referenced with the evidence then.” Jen starts explaining.

“Moreover, there is no reason for Janice’s fingerprints to be on the gun unless she owns it and like Peter said, Croaker is a hippie, who would unlikely have even $25 for a license to kill.” She continues and I can’t help smiling, being impressed by her analysis and intelligence at her age.

“So what do you think Croaker can be charged with?” Peter asks her which Antonio looks like he’s ready to smack him but was stopped by Laura.

“First degree murder, illegal arm possession, if he has illegally entered New York then illegal trespassing of borders.” Jen names out the charges like a pro.

“Perfetto! (Perfect!)” Antonio cheered clapping his hands. “Hey! No snatching mentee with me Tony.” John warns Antonio

“I don’t care cause I’m asking Chief if we can share Jen as our mentee~” Antonio rolled his tongue at John teasingly that got him flipping the bird while driving at him which is funny to watch.

“Consigue tu propia aprendiz, tu tonta! (Get your own apprentice, you fool!)” Laura roasted her husband which got everybody laughing until we are out of Haight Ashbury

After dropping the Montessori family off, John, Jen and I are back at my mother-in-law’s.

We entered to her, talking to Lydia and Robert. Lydia on one hand, had a bandaged arm which got me gasping silently.

“You all are back.” Mama tells us all when suddenly Robert angrily stood up from where he sat and went to give John a punch in the face. I ended up hugging Jen in response to the sudden shock.

“ROB!”

Mama and Lydia shouted at Robert. “What the hell?! I just finished cracking a case and this is how you treat ME?!” John calmly asks Robert though slightly flustered.

“Tu caso tu caso…TRATA DE DISCIPLINAR A TU HIJA EN LUGAR! (Your case your case…TRY TO DISCIPLINE YOUR DAUGHTER INSTEAD!)” Robert screams at John’s face before walking off without waving Mama a goodbye.

“I’m so sorry guys.” Lydia apologised to us. “It’s alright Lils. You better get along and calm his hot arse down” Mama reassures Lydia before excusing herself.

As soon as the door closed, it was a state of confusion as I try checking on John. “I’m alright” John reassures me despite his lip is bleeding a little.

“I’m so sorry Jennifer dear you witnessing this, why not you go help yourself with some rest and drinks at the kitchen” Mama also reassures Jen who quietly excuses herself to the kitchen.

After Jen closes the kitchen door, I carefully helped John to the couch while Mama gets the first aid box.

“What’s going on Mama? Did something happened while we’re gone?” I then asked Mama right away when she returns with the first aid box.

“Es Maria y su problemas otra vez…(It’s Maria and her problems again…)” Mama sighs opening the box.

“Furiosa de nuevo? (Raging again?)” I asked her and she nods her head, I can feel her stress.

I can completely understand her stress as a mother myself and how much Maria meant to her, she is also in a terrible position.

Every grandmother’s worst nightmare is to see their grandkids in this situation.

“He’s so smart to rebuke me AS A DOCTOR yet can’t save his niece.” John scoffs before hissing in pain while I applied the medicine at where Robert punched him at.

“Cállate! Ella es tu hija por dios…(Shut up! She’s your daughter for god’s sake…)” Mama annoyed, slapping John’s back.

“Ella ES mi hija, Mama. (She IS my daughter, Mama.)” John agrees with her.

“Pero para ella, mis palabras no valen nada que las de Rob. (But to her, my words meant nothing more than Rob’s.)” He then reminds her.

“Ella tienes de vez en cuando hacerme el ridículo y faltarle el respeto a su madrastra. (She has from time to time make me a fool and disrespected her stepmother.)” John continues pouring out the tension he and Maria had over the years.

“Yo tampoco puedo cambiar el pasado! (I can’t change the past either!)” he tells her as Mama took over and continued applying the medicine.

John’s POV

“Not me trying to tell you.” Mama tells me. “Verwenden Sie etwas gesunden Menschenverstand! (Use some common sense!)” she pinches me on the arm in German

Yes. My mum can speak some German cause she is born in Germany, idiots.

“Ich habe dich nicht zum Narren erzogen! (I didn’t raise you to be a fool!)” she continues lecturing as Victoria slowly back off as she doesn’t understand German.

“Dame una poco de aguas por favor, Victoria. (Give me some water please, Victoria.)” Mama notices and tells Victoria in Spanish.

Victoria nods and goes to do so right away. “Mi consejo para ti, ve a resolver el problemas de tu hija antes de que empiece a cometer un asesinato. Usted ha sido advertida. (My advice to you, go solve your daughter's problems before she starts committing murder. You have been warned.)” Mama warns me strictly

“Si Mama. (Yes Mama.)” I nodded my head agreeing before she just tell me to get some rest while she goes back to the kitchen to prepare for dinner.

I then called Margarethe whose out at the moment but I know she will sure pick up. “Hey Papa. How’s everything?” She calls up asking me.

“All is well, managed to get the Hindley case solved.” I said. “Awesome!” She cheers. “That must be one hella of a pain for you all to solve.” She says.

“Most certainly.” I agree before asking her if Maria had contacted her lately. “No. Not after she went to injure Aunt Lils out of rage while you all are gone.” Margarethe answers.

‘This girl is a pain on my side…’ I facepalmed. I can understand the big Robert gave me, I do deserve it big time for unable to control Maria.

I will also lose my mind if the same happens to Victoria. What man doesn’t protect their woman?

“How’s Uncle Rob?” She then asks me. “Don’t mention him please, he already given your Papa a good one for what happened.” I sighed telling her.

“Seriously?! That’s too much!” Margarethe says ending the call right after. I know she and Robert are on good terms too, I just hope they don’t argue over me.

[hells-plaid-angel]

In theory, if Cas ever did realise he was in love with Dean pre-deal with The Empty and actually decided to shoot his shot, I’d imagine a string of hilarity and miscommunication would ensue. There’s no way Cas would try to flirt with Dean if he thought it’d be received badly, but every now and again, Dean gives him just enough hope he thinks maybe it’s possible Dean likes him back. 

Say Cas shows up unexpectedly and Dean’s doing their movie night alone since Cas was away,  on some plot-relevant side quest. Cas arrives back unannounced because it’s movie night and what he’s doing can wait a day. Dean’s too thick to realise Cas has come back for him, and royally puts his foot in his mouth by asking why Cas is there, making the angel feel like he shouldn’t be because the course of true love never did run smoothly and when given the opportunity Dean will screw himself over when it comes to affection. 

Cas isn’t sure where they stand and wonders if he should stay and watch the film or leave. After awkwardly standing beside Dean’s armchair, watching the screen for longer than what would be deemed socially acceptable, Dean lets out a huff and says, ‘Just sit down,’ meaning, of course, for Cas to sit beside him in what Dean’s deemed ‘Cas armchair’. Cas takes Dean’s words literally and plonks down on the arm of Dean’s chair, smacking their shoulders together and settling in. 

The thing is, Dean lets him. He might grumble, but he doesn’t get Cas to move. He’s had a long night, having also returned from a hunt hours before and he’s beat. Before Cas knows it, Dean’s face is smooshed up against his shoulder and he’s open-mouthed snoring. Cas still thinks he’s the most beautiful human he’s ever seen and is in awe because Dean’s being vulnerable with him. He knows the man has trouble sleeping, plagued by dreams of Hell and hunts. Cas knows Dean doesn’t sleep with just anyone, even when he has casual sex, he rarely stays long after the act, so Cas looks down at the sleeping man and for the first time he thinks, ‘maybe’. Maybe Dean likes him back. He has no idea what to do with that possibility. He sits there quietly for the rest of the night because Dean’s an angry sleeper (like a bear) and Cas isn’t going to wake him up. 

He decides to tread lightly and toy with the idea of trying to flirt with Dean, without overtly flirting with Dean. He has no idea how to do this. After all his years on earth, there are still a lot of things that confuse him. While he and Dean are on a hunt sometime later, they pull over to a gas station. When Dean’s paying Cas mindlessly flips through the magazine stumbling on some shitty Cosmopolitan article about romance and flirting. They mention one way to show you are interested in someone is by showing curiosity in their likes and dislikes. 

So for the rest of the journey, Cas becomes almost insufferable with questions. He knows Dean’s top 13 favourite Led Zeppelin songs, but is Led Zeppelin Dean’s favourite band? What are Dean’s top 13 favourite bands? What is Dean’s favourite number? Does he have a favourite colour? Why is that his favourite colour? He rattles off questions for the entirety of their 14-hour trip cross country and Dean is confused as hell but decides to humour Cas because he does love talking about bands and movies, plus it’s not like anyone’s ever taken so much of an interest in him. 

Sometime towards the end of the trip, Dean realises he has no clue what Cas’ favourite anything is- do angels even have favourites? Wasn’t that meant to be the whole thing  about angels? All men are created equal and all that. Still, Dean asks. For the most part, Cas doesn’t have answers. He’s not sure who his favourite band is, though he can hesitantly say a few songs he likes better than others. It’s like they discover his favourite things together, unearthing them. Cas says with conviction his favourite colour is green and when Dean asks why he simply says, ‘Because it reminds me of you,’ and moves on. Dean goes silent for a long time after that but Cas is still left thinking that maybe Dean could love him. After all, he showed interest in Cas’ likes and dislikes as the magazine suggested. 

Something Cas learned from Dean’s movies was that humans showed affection through nicknames, strange terms of endearment that reminded them of sugary foods or woodland animals. Dean reminded Cas of neither, so he was unsure what kind of word to use to show his affection. Dean shortened his name. Perhaps this was his way of using a term of endearment, maybe Cas had missed some sign and should have given Dean a nickname of his own.  In the end, he settles for something in his mother tongue, because he’s better at expressing himself in Enochian. 

He uses a word for Dean which is both very intense and oddly specific, something that translates roughly to ‘Evergreen lover, formed of star ash’. Like a golden retriever, after having the stilted cacophony of consonants and vowels thrown in his direction for long enough Dean simply shrugs his shoulders and answers to the name. I’m talking a name that trembles like a sub-bass and causes stray dogs to howl and Dean just looks up of a morning from his bowl of Fruit Loops and goes, ‘oh yeah that’s me. Mornin’ Sunshine’. Bonus points if others around him know exactly what the name means, other angels, demons, maybe even Sam when he gets curious and looks through the bunker’s archives for an Enochian Dictionary. 

After all this, Cas is no closer to working out if Dean harbours affection towards him or not. So after some exasperated brainstorming, Cas decides to meet Dean where he’s at and attempts to express affection the way he knows Dean does. He cooks Dean’s breakfast and makes his coffee every morning because Dean expresses his love through security, caring for others and he especially loves food. It should be noted the bacon is burnt, the egg is raw and the coffee tastes like dishwater, but each morning Dean gives Cas a goofy, lopsided grin and thanks him. He’s grateful, Cas realises but he still has no idea if Dean’s in love with him. 

With his one last-ditch effort, Cas decides to try physical touch. Dean’s a tactile creature. He loves touch. So Cas tries to give it to him. He rests his hand on his shoulder or his side as he walks past Dean. If they are parting ways Cas pulls Dean into a hug. He’s stunned at first, but he lets it happen and even gets used to it after a while, so Cas gets more brazen. He wraps his foot around Dean’s ankle when they sit together at the map table. He pushes his palm into Dean’s when they’re sitting alone in their armchairs for movie night and that’s what finally pushes Dean over the edge. 

“Look man, I know you’re not human and you don’t get how stuff works but you can’t do junk like that. It’ll give people the wrong idea,” Dean would warn because his self-loathing, self-deprecating, still very closeted self would never in a million years dare to let himself think Cas knows what he’s doing.

“And what is the wrong idea?” Cas would ask. 

“You know, dude. That you like me. More than a friend like me,” Dean would explain and Cas would give him the most world-wearied, withering look and  sigh, “That is very much the idea I’ve been trying to get across,” He’d explain. 

And Dean would need about an hour for his brain to stop short-circuiting, long enough for him to reply, 

“Oh.” 

[nctinthehouse]

in the pink

PAIRING: fem!reader x bf!Johnny

GENRE: fluff, smut, established relationship!au

SUMMARY: What’s it like when you're in a lingerie store with your boyfriend?

WC: 3.1k

⚠️ WARNING(S): language, mentions of public sex, explicit smut, dom!johnny, oral (fem receiving), fingering, nipple play (do let me know if i’ve missed any!)

A/N: For the anon who sent in that VS ask — thanks for sending it in and your patience!! Smut isn’t my strongest when it comes to writing, but I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I hope this is somewhat a decent and enjoyable read. As always, thank you for reading 🥰

“JOHNNY!” exclaiming your boyfriend’s name excitedly, smacking his arm with a Kakao Apeach plushie repeatedly to get his attention as you both are walking around in the mall.

Johnny has often mentioned that you remind him of Apeach because you had a playful and flirty personality, just like the character. He had miraculously won the plushie at a claw machine, only in one go. Unlike the other 20 times, you tried your shot at it. He must have a magic touch.

“What? What?!” Johnny asks, looking at you, feeling baffled at your actions.

He watches how your face lights up. Your eyes sparkle at what you’re staring at before quickly dragging Johnny towards what you have your target on.

“Oh.” realising where you were dragging him towards.

‘VICTORIA’S SECRET - THE SEMI-ANNUAL SALE - UP TO 50% off IN-STORE NOW!’

Johnny smirks and raises an eyebrow as he watches you pull him into the store.

That massive ‘50% off’ on the window really caught your eyes, so you decided to have a snoop around.

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See, the thing is, you would think that your boyfriend would be cluelessly following behind you, being bored out of his mind and forever wondering when he can get out of here. But Johnny actually enjoys going into stores like this with you.

Why?

Because he loves to imagine how you would look in all these gorgeous and sexy lingerie. It keeps him entertained.

Plus, he uses it as an opportunity to note down the lingerie you have your eyes on so he can one day buy it and gift it to you as a surprise. And see you wearing it for him, of course.

The only downside to this is that when he has those thoughts, he gets really horny a lot of the time. This meant having to cut your shopping trip short because your goddamn boyfriend can’t keep his hands off you and to himself.

Like the time when Johnny was being extra touchy and kept whispering dirty things to you, which made you horny as well. Neither of you had the patience to drive home, so you grabbed a smoking hot lingerie set Johnny wanted on you, dragged him to the changing rooms, and, well, things got hot.

Really, really hot.

Today, things seem to be under control. At least for now.

You came across a couple of new perfumes on display and sprayed them on little tester cards they had. The last one you sprayed really caught your senses, and you were starting to fall in love with this particular one.

“Ooh, Johnny, what do you think of this-” turning around, wanting to get his opinion on it.

However, Johnny was nowhere to be seen. Confusion spread across your face as you glanced around to see where the heck he wandered off to.

You thought your boyfriend was behind you until you heard a familiar voice call out to you from the other side of the store.

“Y/N! BABY!!”

All sounds of chatter disappear, and the only thing you can hear is the song playing on the speakers. Everyone turns their heads towards the direction where Johnny’s looking at you.

Your eyes are about to pop out as you see your boyfriend holding up probably the sexiest and most provocative red lingerie you have ever seen. He was waving it around and pointing at it with the most mischievous expression, signalling to you that he likes this one.

“Oh. My. God.” you mutter to yourself.

At that moment, you swear you just wanted to dig and bury yourself in a hole.

Your face heated up tremendously like a bright red tomato. You were so embarrassed; you’re pretty sure you’ve never been this embarrassed in your entire life.

You quickly dash to where Johnny was. Excusing yourself through several people as you kept your head down, avoiding people’s gaze at you as you can hear light giggles around you.

As soon as you reach Johnny, you shove his arm down that was still holding the lingerie and playfully smack his chest, looking at him with blush red cheeks and furrowed brows.

“Ow! What was that for?!”

Still looking at your boyfriend, you fold your arms and raise an eyebrow at him. “Seriously?”

When they say that looks can kill, the one you have on right now is the one to do that.

“Nothing caught your eye yet, babe?”

You shake your head. “No, not yet”, frowning.

You’re beginning to feel disappointed that you haven’t yet managed to snatch up a good bargain.

But as you were about to turn around and head towards the exit, a particular pastel pink set caught your eye. Your footsteps speed up, and you gasp as you hold it up, admiring the lace and floral details. It was something you had never worn before but have always wanted to try, and it was more revealing than any other ones you own because of the mesh cups and panties. Cute, but smoking hot at the same time.

Johnny notices you eyeing this one a lot longer than the other ones you saw earlier. He watched as you rummage through to find your size and put it against your own body, probably imagining what it would look like. 

He, too, imagined what you would look like in it, biting his lip at the thought of pleasing you while you wear that same set.

“You want this one?” Johnny asks. His low voice makes your whole body tingle.

You nod your head in response as you continue to admire it. In your head, you were debating on whether to buy it or not.

“You’d look so pretty in this,” Johnny says, his voice deeper than before.

Johnny’s sudden compliment puts a smile on your face. You can then feel his breathing on your skin before he whispers the following words in your ear, which shocks you.

“I’d eat you out for hours”, placing a kiss on the nape of your neck.

You gulp and feel your body tense up as your mind suddenly wanders back to the time when you dragged Johnny to the changing rooms. You remember leaning your head back against the wall as Johnny ate you out in one of the cubicles.

And then another thought.

Imagine your boyfriend taking you from behind as he bends you over against the table currently in front of you.

Now, you were starting to feel a sensation between your thighs. You shake your head a little. “Nope. Self-control Y/N. Self-control.” repeating to yourself in your head.

You started to move your body a little, straightening up your posture while trying to relieve the tension you were feeling down at your core by rubbing your thighs together to get a bit of friction from your underwear. Johnny sees this and chuckles lowly as he watches you trying to compose yourself and smirks.

Well, fuck.

Now you’re horny in the middle of a Victoria’s Secret store.

You knew Johnny was horny and what he was trying to do to you. So, instead of giving him what he wants straight away, you decide to tease him a little.

You hook your arm around his and pull him along with you. “Curse you, Johnny Suh,” you mutter to yourself.

Johnny smirks at your reaction. He thought he was clever by stirring you up and thought he had won.

He was happy knowing that he was getting his problem fixed and his dream of fucking you in the changing rooms with the exhilarating idea of being caught was happening again.

But Johnny pouts as he realises you weren’t going to the one place he thought you were taking him to.

“Wait, changing rooms are this way?” He turns his head back and points in the opposite direction, watching the entrance of the changing rooms get smaller and smaller.

“Yeah, well, not this time, Mr Horny.” stopping your steps as you wait in the queue at the checkouts.

As soon as you and Johnny arrived back at the apartment, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

You struggled to get the keys out of your bag to unlock the door while your boyfriend had his arms wrapped around your waist from behind while he nipped the skin on your neck.

As soon as the door opened, Johnny quickly pushed you in and shut the door with his feet. His lips were still attached to your neck, making you whimper.

Jackets and shoes were quickly taken off and flung randomly to the floor, and any shopping you both did earlier. You seemingly fought for dominance through kisses while yanking each other’s shirts off.

With your hands playing with the locks of his hair, you were trying to lead Johnny to the bedroom, but he suddenly pushed you against the wall in the hallway.

As Johnny kisses you, he slowly makes his way down. He peppers kisses on your collarbone, to your chest, giving your breasts a gentle squeeze before moving further down your body while tugging your jeans down. He gently lifts your feet from them to get you out of it and tosses them to the side.

Johnny begins to place soft kisses on your waist while giving your breast another gentle squeeze. His kisses continued further down until his lips were now hovering over your throbbing core. He begins to tease you by licking a stripe over your clothed core.

“Shit, Johnny!” groaning as you tug on his hair, wanting more from him.

Johnny then starts to play around with your panties, twisting the fabric around his fingers while placing kisses between your legs, deliberately avoiding the one place you so desperately want his lips on.

You were anticipating him tugging your panties down, but instead, Johnny gets up from his knees and goes to grab the Victoria’s Secret bag that was chucked on the floor a few minutes earlier. He takes your hand and makes you hold onto the bag, looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Be a good girl and put this on for me, princess.”

God, you love it when your boyfriend calls you that.

You bite your lower lip, hiding your excitement as you take the bag from him.

“I’ll be waiting in the bedroom,” Johnny says, giving you a breathtaking kiss before going to the bedroom.

You lean your head back against the wall and sigh in contentment. Looking up at the ceiling for a few moments, you grin at the thought of Johnny in between your legs once again. You push yourself off the wall and head to the bathroom to change and freshen up a little.

A while later, you make your way to the bedroom.

You notice that your boyfriend isn’t wearing anything but his boxers. Broad shoulders, washboard abs; that arm tattoo he had made him a thousand times hotter than he already is. He looked like the perfect Calvin Klein model.

Johnny’s sitting at the end of the bed, his arms resting on his thighs, playing around with his fingers while tapping his feet on the floor as he waits for you. He immediately shoots his head up when he notices your feet appear in his view.

You decided to throw on a silk robe, wanting to spice things up a little. You begin to slowly untie it, letting it drop onto the floor. Johnny did not look away from you, not even a second.

And there you are, standing in front of him, sporting that sexy lingerie set you picked out earlier. He stares at you in awe, giving his lips a lick at the sight of you.

“Come here, gorgeous”, Johnny says as he puts an arm out, gesturing for you to come to him.

Johnny takes his time, taking in your stunning figure in the pink lingerie, lovingly staring up and down. Your hands are placed on his shoulders while his fingers linger on the curves of your body.

His eyes are full of love and hunger at the same time. He looked like a hungry tiger ready to devour his delicious looking meal.

“Wow… you look beautiful,” Johnny says. “But, I know you’d look even more beautiful when I make you cum.”

Wasting no time, Johnny instantly places feathered kisses over your clothed core, making you gasp out in surprise, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. Johnny pushes you down to sit on his lap and grunts at the feeling of you grinding against cock. You could feel yourself getting wet and him getting hard underneath you.

Johnny’s lips find their way to yours before quickly moving down to your neck. You tilt your head to the side a little to give him more access as he nibbles on the same spot on your neck while slipping one of his hands inside your bra, giving one of your breasts a squeeze and then doing so the same for the other.

At this point, you didn’t give a shit whether you had to layer upon foundation or concealer to cover up the hickey that’s probably forming.

Johnny then runs his hands along your back and swiftly unhooks and tosses your bra to the side. He gently moves you off his lap and lays you down on the bed. You scoot upwards a little to get into a more comfortable position so Johnny can join you. 

Johnny props an arm beside your head, supporting himself as he hovers above you while his other hand caresses your cheeks softly. “You’re so beautiful,” Johnny says, barely in a whisper, staring into your glistening eyes.

You’re looking up at him innocently, fingers playing around with the hem of his boxers while he looks at you, like you were his whole world, his whole universe.

A smile appears on your face, feeling yourself blush from his words. No matter how often your boyfriend compliments you, you always end up in a blushing mess. He always made you feel so loved.

Johnny reciprocates the smile and kisses you on your forehead, nose, each side of your cheeks and finally, on your lips. His gestures make you giggle in joy.

Johnny then trails his lips down the valley of your breasts. He looks back at you briefly before placing several kisses around your breast. You gasp at the feeling of his tongue flicking the hardened bud while his other hand comes up and plays with the other.

Moving further down, Johnny gives your tummy a little peck before slipping your panties off, flinging them to the side. Without any warning, he dives right in, licking a long stripe against your wet core. Your hands immediately find their way to his hair, tugging it gently as you could but wanting to do the opposite because of how satisfying his tongue is at lapping against your core and sucking on your clit.

“Shit, Johnny, how are you so good at this?!” rolling your eyes back as you moan. “F-fuck!”

Johnny chuckles that send vibrations against your core, pleasuring you, giving him a sense of satisfaction by how your body responds to him, “Yeah, you like that baby?”

You moan, gripping the bedsheets. “I-I do. I-I really, r-really do.”

Johnny hums in satisfaction, creating more pleasure as he continues to lap your juices with his tongue. “Mmh, you taste so good, princess.”

Johnny moves one of his hands up and gives your breasts a squeeze, circling his finger around your hardened nipple and pinching it.

You moan continuously as you feel yourself getting close. “Please, don’t stop!” you cry out.

You’re so desperate to chase your high as quickly as possible that you begin to move your hips, grinding against his tongue. But being the little shit Johnny likes to be sometimes, he stops.

You whine, about to complain at the loss of contact, but before you could even do so, he slips a finger inside you, making you gasp in surprise and roll your eyes back. “Johnny!”

He begins to finger you and, seconds later, slips in another. A smirk appears on his face, feeling a sense of satisfaction just by watching how your face squirms in delight from just his fingers alone. “God, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

“Y-yes, Johnny, all for you!” you moan, rolling your eyes back because of how good his fingers felt, pumping in and out of your wet pussy, curling inside you at the right spot. “Johnny, I-I need more. F-fuck!”

His fingers are just so good. You don’t even know what to say other than moan and grab onto the bedsheets for dear life.

Johnny feels you clenching around his fingers non-stop. He slips his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue yet again. “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

Unable to respond using words, you whine and nod your head quickly. Johnny laps at your core furiously, making you a moaning mess as you finally come. Your whole body shakes in pleasure, your hands tugging on Johnny’s hair as you reach your climax and come down from your high.

“Oh my god…” you gasp, barely letting out the words as you try to regain your breath, panting from the intense orgasm your boyfriend gave you.

“Mm, delicious,” says Johnny, licking his lips before giving you a kiss.

You moan into the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck. Lifting your leg up, you attempt to remove his boxers with your feet but fail to do so when Johnny pushes your leg down.

“Nope. Today is all about you, baby.”

A pout appears on your lips, and Johnny kisses you again, wanting to kiss that pout away.

“I’m kind of hungry,” you say, feeling your stomach rumble a little.

Johnny chuckles. “Me too.”

You thought Johnny would get up so you could get something to eat, but instead, he pushes your legs open and starts to nip on the skin on your thighs. You whimper as Johnny starts peppering kisses on your clit once again.

Still feeling a little sensitive from your last orgasm, you instinctively try to close your legs, but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to be finished with you as he holds a tight grip on your thighs to keep your legs open for him.

“W-wait, I thought you said you were hungry too. S-shouldn’t we go and m-make some f-food?”

Johnny chuckles lowly before nipping on the skin of your thigh. “I’m already eating.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, looking down at Johnny with your mouth agape as you struggle to find words to say. This man never fails to make you speechless.

“That was just my starter, princess. I’ve still got the main course and a dessert to go.”

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[wholesomeivygreen]

Sukuna never had a problem getting himself off. He had multiple people to pleasure him ofcourse. It was always one needy whore after another, girl or boy, man or woman. They all wanted to be beside him and praise him.

All untill you. You and your innocent little joy of life.

The day he saw you he was raptured by your sweet smile and blinding beauty. Ofcourse sukuna being the king of curses wanted a taste of you and he knew that once you got a taste of him, you would be on your knees ready to serve him, or so he thought.

To lure you in he disguised himself as a commoner. As much as he hated it that was the only way he could get you to sleep with him. And so there he was standing in front of you- hand in hand...and in a date? He didnt quite understand the concept of dating. It was bizzare and quite complex.. I mean why spend time talking about interests and giving information about oneself that can be used in battles when you could indulge in worldly pleasures lusting over him.

But when he stood there, next to your smiling figure that was failing to get the toy out of the mysterious box of gifts and treasures or as you called it a claw crane.

He didn't understand how small things like those could excite you, he knew he could get you better toys, gifts unfathomable to human kind. Gifts and treasures that only the richest-

"Hehe look isnt this one adorable" you swirled your arm into his pulling him close to hear your heavenly laughter more clearly making him twinge with goosebumps.

As you continued to adore the little ball of cotton he made it his mission to buy the biggest toy there was. Huffing his chest when making the promise only to find you laughing and telling him that it was late and you both needed to catch the last bus.

Scoffing he agreed but somehow the walk back to the station made his way with talks and taunts that somehow made the curse laugh with genuine joy and peace.

Sometimes he found himself smiling and bit too fondly and having to remind himself that he was the kind of curses, devil reincarnated, a powerful curse who once ravaged the earth making thousands tremble-

Disturbed from his thoughts you pulled him down to land the lightest kiss on his cheekbone making him stare at you in wonder.

"Good night sukuna" ofcourse he told you his name....well he wanted to tell you his actual form too but after tonight...god what if he would scare you? What if you didnt want to be with him...wait be with him? Why would he be worried if you wanted to be with him or not?

Laughing he questioned his thoughts making him talk to himself in the dark way back home

'Yea right. Me the powerful sukuna..wanting a woman like her to be with me' what rubbish he thought while having the slightest tinge of red coat his ears.

As a couple weeks went by you both got closer and closer. The more you grew closer you more flustered you got, and ofcourse he wouldnt miss any tiny detail. Everytime he did something to mess with you he would await to see your lovely flustered reaction.

When he would lean down to brush his lips on yours ever so slightly teasing every inch of your tiny self he found himself filled with eagerness and desperation to get closer and make you his. But oh dear god the way you would whimper and sound off his reactions sending blood straight to his dick.

When he found out you reacted like that, whimpering and trembling at his arms sensitive to his touch he found himself repeating it over and over again.

Only to break apart one day and found himself pinning you to the floor as he floated on top of you lips inches apart, eyes fumbling between his and his lips as though signaling to wanting more.

"You look so fucking pretty like this" he said cupping your tiny face with his big hand bringing it closer to a heated kiss, tongue swirling into your own only making you groan into the kiss. With every sound you made, every trace of your small fingers on his body he only was tempted more, tempted to rip off every piece of clothing your body dared to hold.

He wanted to leave marks all over your body, emotion of jealousy and possessiveness taking over him as he left dark red kisses onto your soft skin.

When he raised his head he found you looking at him with a shock.

"Wha- who are you?"

Confusion evidenton his face he jerked back "Huh doll what are you talking about? I'm sukuna"

"No..sukuna doesnt look like this" you said backing off to a corner and as he noted his tatto on his wrists he realised, he changed back to his form. A form he grew when in lust or holding a desire to monopolize something.

Fuck

"Sweetheart. It's me.. I was just-" he knew no words put together would explain who he was and the grew a bit angry when he saw your face holding disgust or so he thought.

Huffing he sat down explaining the most he could. Leaving out parts where he would continue on another day but today he needed you, he needed to feel you, to hear your sweet sultry voice begging him to make you cum.

To his shock you werent afraid, hurting he didnt tell you before this but as you scoped closer cupping his face clearly way too big for your tiny hand

"I just wish youd told me sooner. I dont care where you're from and what you did. As long as we are together I dont want to worry about that."

Sukuna never knew words could turn him on the way it did right now. Pouncing on you continuing where he left off he was quick to remove all your clothing.

As he removed his he noted the way you stared into his chest eyeing his every feature. As though you wanted to eat him up. As he removed his underwear your mouth fell wide.

There was no way that would fit you. No way

As though he could read your mind he came to kiss you deeply

"Dont worry brat, I'll make sure to stretch you wide enough to take me. Hmm? I know my princess will do that for me wont ya?" Nodding he smacked one hand on your cunt he trailed his fingers that were so big you worried about them fitting too.

As he rubbed circles on your clit enjoying every sound that poured out from your sweet lips. As he traced the lining of your dripping pussy he collected some of your juices in his fingers before bringing them to his mouth sucking on them

"Fuck you taste so good. Cant wait to fill you with my cum."

With the end of that sentence he entered your tight hole. Fingering you slowly at first so you got used to his huge fingers. He pumped you in and out observing every twitch and shiver you showed. He sucked onto one of your breasts and the other hand rubbed deep circles on your clit and massaged your folds.

The way he fingered you were sinful, every turn and pull making you moan in delight. As he swirled his index and pointing finger to pump more juices from your dripping cunt he came down to suck on your sensitive clit flicking it with his tongue. He continued his ministrations ramming his fingers into your twitching hole.

He was observant, learning your every reaction as he curled up his fingers to reach a spot so sensitive earning a Yelp and you scurrying away from his touch only for him to pull you back with his nails digging into the soft of your thighs. Kissing you thighs biting the inner side of them.

"Did I tell you could move away from my touch brat? The next time you scurry away and I wont let you cum. Okay? and be a good little whore and lemme stretch you" his words leaving a harsh warning into your brain you knew not to move. Rather you pushed your hips to match his pace as he fingered you to your orgasm.

As you felt a gush of water on your inner thighs you were left heaving and trying to make sense of reality when he came forward lining himself towards your entrance collecting the juices your dripping pussy let out.

"Hmm..and what should I do next princess?? Hmm?"

"Please- I.. want you in me" you said nervously fidgeting with you arms as you let you arms hang on his broad shoulders. He kissed the side of your ears whispering in an octave deeper than usual

"Want what?" He teasing and licking your ears, he knew it was your sensitive spot

"I want your huge cock. Please sukuna"

"Say it clearly brat" he said slapping your boobs before sucking and nibbling your tip

"I want ...want your big dick in me.. please sukuna"

"That's it..that's all I wanted to hear my sweet whore"

As words left your mouth you felt a stretch in your tiny pussy earning a groan from the great king himself before sinking in to reach the deepest part of you that no one ever could

"Fuck you're so fucking tight" he said ramming himself into you obliterating your sweet cunt. His thrusts never slowed down only growing stronger and a tad bit faster so that you were getting accustomed to him. The stretch was so much, too much for you to handle as you felt tears spilling from your reddened cheeks you held onto him hoping you make it out out this alive because the way he was making a mess out of you you werent sure.

He continued and on noticing your tears he kissed your cheeks and lips asking if you were okay. The great king reduced to asking whether you were okay or not..times had truly changed

"Go- go a bit slower.. you're...to..too big unnhhh" you said leaving nail marks on his back earning a hiss from him and that sentence just drove him over the cliff.

Realization hit and he slowed down not so much just a bit so that his arms were on either side of you, mouth kissing your cry of pleasure away.

Soon his arms held your waist in a way to slightly hold you up and he angled himself to curve himself into you. You gasped into the air, breath leaving your lungs for a second as he smirked with the power that only he had. To make such a face out of you.

Hair messed up, body sweating and mouth left gaping open for him to steal open mouthed kisses anytime he wants. As he pulled you closer every inch of his dick now entering your tight cunny you felt your stomach bulging a bit and on looking down you found a bump of his tip. Smirking he massaged the area

"Is my dick too big for you tight cunny hm?" He said but the sight of you fucked up like this only drove him nuts making him turn your insides violently making you scream.

"Yes..you're so big. So fucking biggg...fuck su...I'm.. I'm so.."

Circling your sensitive clit he groaned into the sensation of you tightening on him "I know princess. Fuck I'm close too"

As you felt white run out you jerked your hips to match his brutal pace whimpering about how big he was and how hes ruining you.

With every thrust he grew closer to his unbecoming as he let out white strings of hot cum into your tight sweet cunny.

The sight etched into his memory, you laid out in front of him bare and vulnerable with dark marks all over your body, cunt leaking out his cum and sheets soaked with both your fluids.

This was a sight he would never forget as he laid next to you bringing you on top of him you rubbed circles on his tattooed chest admiring his chiseled body.

He brought your face up to kiss him sweetly, as though he was scared he would break you.

You fell into a deep slumber while the curse stayed awake..wondering what to be done of his new pet.

[writer-akihiko]

Hello!

Ikemen sé request

the warlords realizing that Mc is very popular with their soldiers. Sending love letters and stuff.

IkeSen Boys + Popular!MC

This was so cute ahhh although I'm sorry if it's a little short, there's a lot of Ikemen to get through. Thank you and I hope you like this work!

Nobunaga Oda

Nobunaga thought it was quite odd that there were a lot of presents delivered to you... Which he didn't gift...

After some digging, he found out that you had garnered some popularity after a campaign

He was dumbfounded at the idea that other men could be attracted to you

He didn't quite like that, but being the person he is he did tell you his thoughts

You insisted that you wanted to keep some gifts to distribute to your maids. He agreed, but he just buys better gifts for you anyway

He's not as jealous as you'd expect, since the man is also a bit egotistical when it comes to himself and your feelings for him

"Oh... Nobunaga..." You wanted to laugh at how childish he was but it wouldn't be in the right taste.

You stopped your giggling when Nobunaga muttered, "I could transfer whoever sent those gifts to you away..."

"At least let me keep some!"

He silenced you with a quick kiss. "Whatever you like from the pile, I'll purchase better ones from the merchants."

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

He doesn't want to admit that he's jealous, but he is. He unknowingly calls out the soldier that was about to gift you a present in an oh so convenient timing…

He doesn't take it to such extremes, he still respects the other soldiers. Although, he found it quite tempting from time to time to not bring you along for some campaigns

In this case, he wished that Nobunaga hadn't demanded such things of you. He really does appreciate your skills on the field, but he doesn't like that he can't control how much attention you're getting

He only realises it once someone points it out to him, or when someone sends you a letter. Letters are an absolute no from him

"Lord Hideyoshi, what should I do with these letters for YN?"

"Burn them."

"Lord Hideyoshi, what should I do with these letters from the townswomen?"

"Oh, send them to my office-"

YN smacked Hideyoshi up in the head. "You hypocrite."

Mitsunari Ishida

Mitsunari did notice that you gained a lot of attention, but he knew that it was only from your good merits and character

In no way did he ever thought it was romantic, until Mitsuhide pointed it out

He wasn't sure how to feel about it. Sure, he was happy that a lot of people thought you were a wonderful person

However a small inkling of him wanted to keep it to himself

Seeing the multitude of gifts for you, the guilt hit him hard. What if you wanted gifts all along?

"YN, do you like it when those soldiers give you gifts?" He asked, as you opened another gift that consisted of a bunch of fabrics.

"I do appreciate it," You admitted. "But I don't plan to keep them for long. I share any snacks with the maids and fabrics with the seamstresses. Why?"

He didn't reply, except for the blush that bloomed on his cheeks.

You pecked his cheek, understanding what he meant. "You have no reason to be jealous, my sweet angel."

Mitsuhide Akechi

Not a lot of people can read him, and he uses that to his advantage. He sneaks up on those who had planned to give you gifts, and instead direct their attention to another maid or townswoman

In the end, with this strategy, you don't receive much gifts from soldiers. This doesn't work on his fellow warlords however

With you, he doesn't hide his frown when people like Shingen or Masamune send you gifts

He doesn't care for what reason it was for, the gift shall not be touched by you

"Mitsuhide? Have you seen a package from Masamune? He sent some really pretty Oshu fabrics for me…"

He sipped on his bland concoction of tea. "Why my dear, I wonder where it could be…"

You sighed. "You gave it away didn't you? Now I have to write to Masamune- Ah!"

Before you could continue any thoughts, your charming kitsune sweeped you up in his arms, smiling coyly at you. "Write to him? I'm afraid my jealousy won't allow that YN… I'd certainly be interested in writing my thoughts of you on your body…"

Ieyasu Tokugawa

Ieyasu surprisingly doesn't notice any traffic of gifts to you. It might be due to the fact that he publicly ban any gifters from his estate…

You still manage to get some from soldiers passing by or Ieyasu's fellow warlords gifting you as a token of appreciation

Only when you bring the gift home is when he realises how popular you are. He doesn't initially care, but similarly to Hideyoshi, he gets rid of any letters

He doesn't burn them, but he moreso stages it so you'd see adorable Wasabi chewing on the papers

"Hey Ieyasu? Oh-" You dropped to your knees, seeing Wasabi with some paper in its mouth once again. "Wasabi, you should know better than to chew on my letters! Ha… Looks like I have to apologise later on."

"Do you even remember the soldier that gave you the letter?" He looked up from his work to ask you.

You pouted. "No… But I'm sure I can ask around!"

He patted you head. "Don't waste your time on that. The maids should be done with dinner now. Let's go and eat."

Masamune Date

He notices your popularity early on, but he's not too bothered about it. In fact, he shows off that you and him are in a relationship

It might be a 'rubbing salt in wound' move but he doesn't care. He has a thrill of seeing some of his jealous subordinates, which he trusts that it is in all good favour

With the way he approached it, most admired you in a non-romantic way, and for those few that actually do, Masamune opts for a duel as a 'wholesome' way to solve the solution

The duels end up with him winning, and the challenger often with some pointers from Masamune during fighting

You wiped off Masamune's sweat from his brow, wondering why he suddenly went up to that random soldier. "Did something happen?"

"Didn't he give you that gift earlier?" He asked, confused. He put up a good fight, although he'd probably have to answer to Hideyoshi since the boy was under his army…

You shook your head. "It wasn't. He has a twin, and the twin is working under Mitsunari…"

Masamune stood up, groaning. "Looks like I have another duel YN. I'll be back by dinner!"

"H-Hoi! Masamune!"

Kenshin Uesugi

Jealousy plus Uesugi Kenshin equals disaster in Kasugayama Castle

Kenshin was shocked when he saw the servants carrying the presents in, specifically addressed to 'Princess YN'

No one could stop him from drawing his sword and rushing to the training grounds, where every poor soldier who passed by was forced to duel him

Yukimura and Sasuke were already battered from the multiple duels they had to face. You pitied the poor souls, so you sent some of your maids to heal up the soldiers that faced his wrath

Holding one of your many bunny children, you walked up to your soon-to-be husband, smiling at him. "Kenshin my dear, we should be on our way to our stroll…"

He tugged off the upper part of his kimono, his torso and upper body dripping with sweat from the fights. "I'll be with you YN, I just need to cool off. I shouldn't dirty you with my sweat."

For as much as you wanted to be proper, you couldn't help but stare at your perfectly sculpted fiance. "T-Take you time my dear."

Sasuke Sarutobi

For the many things he was dense about, this was not one of them. He saw the way some of the Nokizaru looked at you

He of course told them off, but he still had an inkling that some didn't get the memo

Within whatever wisdom he had left, he somehow consulted Kenshin on how to resolve this, which ended up Sasuke battling about half of the Nokizaru

You had no words on why half the men were injured and why your boyfriend was bruised as well. Initially you thought it was from some dispute, but Yukimura so kindly filled you in

You tightened the bandage around Sasuke's arm, giving a disappointed look to the group of ninja. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"We're sorry Princess YN."

"And what do you have to say, Sarutobi Sasuke?" You huffed.

"I won't go to Kenshin for romantic advice."

"Good."

Shingen Takeda

He is not oblivious to your charms, as well as the way other people were attracted to your charms

He'd be lying if he said he weren't jealous. Of course he was, but he didn't plan to do anything malicious to whoever sent you gifts

They were free to waste their money and/or time, it wasn't his business. He'd however, make it clear that you were taken

He's not above doting you in public, and sneaking kisses in the markets or kissing you as the rain goes by. He's very calm about it, since he sees the way you were attracted to him

"S-Shingen! We're going to a war council!" You patted his face away from your own, as the much taller man held you in his embrace.

"Embarrassed Princess?" He teased, giving you his sweetest smile reserved just for you. "But we've done many affectionate things in public…" "People will see!"

He kissed your cheek. "Let them see how in love we are."

Yukimura Sanada

He is another victim of Kenshin's not-so great love advice, hesitating to pick up his spear at anyone who sent you glances. Well… it was Kenshin's advice… and no way he'd risk getting teased by Shingen by asking him!

He then opted for a silent jealous strategy, keeping you by him and covering you with his body everytime he felt someone looking at you

You wondered why he was acting so odd, after all, you just wanted to go on a nice stroll with Yuki and Muramasa

Luckily, to Yuki's benefit, Muramasa is a good wolf who knows to rip apart any letters that come to you or hound after any men that look at you the wrong way

"Is it just me, or is Muramasa a little more energetic than usual?" You asked your boyfriend as you folded your kimono underneath you to sit on the impromptu picnic blanket.

Yuki shook his head, handing you over the basket of food. "He's probably just excited to see us… I think…" He said, as Muramasa runs off into the bushes with what he could see was a paper in his mouth.

Kennyo

Kennyo doesn't really know what to do with this information. He's quite unsure if you wanted the attention or not

He thought the issue didn't need to be brought to your attention, as most of those around you are most likely his subordinates

He could… simply remind them of the holistic teachings that was preached to them

It does a good effect, as most quickly dispelled any sort of romantic attraction

He doesn't mind his subordinates admiring you out of respect, as he thinks you deserve such respect for your deeds

You clapped your hands after hearing your boyfriend's sermons. "You impress me every time my beloved," You said, pecking him on the cheek. "I'm always in awe when you deliver your preachings."

He shied away from you, "My dear, you praise me so…" He couldn’t stop repeating those praises over and over in his head, wanting to pen down the exact words you said. "Thank you YN."

[rubysunnday]

Favourite brother - Part 2

A/N: well, part one went down surprisingly well! 

“So, Daphne is now a duchess...”

Y/N raised her eyebrows expectantly at her brother, waiting for him to finish his comment. She looked back down at her embroidery and poked the needle through the fabric. “And?”

Colin leant forward in his chair. “Perhaps, now, the ton will be watching you.”

Y/N let out a unladylike snort. “Oh, please. As long as Miss Thompson is around and as long as Daphne and Simon are in their ‘newlywed’ bliss, I will always be the wallflower of the family.”

Colin eyed his sister with a sad gaze. He didn’t miss the way she stabbed her needle through the fabric a little harder than necessary nor the way she practically glowered at Anthony (probably hoping he would spontaneously combust). 

“Colin, I can feel you staring at me,” Y/N said, looking up from her embroidery to give her brother a level stare. “What is it?” “You truly don’t believe you are worth anything, do you?”

Y/N paused, needle halfway through the fabric. She slowly pushed it through, trying to ignore the burning in her eyes.

Colin was right. She didn’t see herself as worthy of anything. Compared to Daphne who’d captured the eye of the ton and then a duke and a prince, she’d had nothing. Her three older brothers had always been swarmed with suitors and Y/N had truly believed that, maybe, one day, it would’ve been like that for her.

But apart from an almost marriage to Nigel Berbrooke that was out of spite to her brother and sister and was unwanted by her, she had had no proposals and no suitors.

A fact she wanted to blame Anthony for but that Y/N knew was down to nothing more than bad luck. 

If she’d made her debut a year later it would’ve been the same story. Everyone would’ve been captivated by Eloise and she would’ve been forgotten. Or everyone would’ve been terrified of Eloise and been forced to look at Y/N.

Either or.

When you were a twin of someone who excelled in everything you didn’t, it was easy to be overlooked and forgotten - especially in a family of nine. 

But up until she and Daphne came of age, she hadn’t felt overlooked. She’d felt loved and seen as an equal to her brothers. Anthony hadn’t been so protective (He'd always been protective of them all. But compared to how Benedict was when someone upset or threatened his family, Anthony was a saint.). 

Everyone fawned over Daphne when she began courting Simon - and rightfully so. But Y/N’s prospects and potential suitors had become nothing more than polite conversation between her and her ladies maid. 

“Y/N?”

Y/N inhaled sharply and jumped slightly at Colin’s voice. She looked over at him and gave him a somewhat unconvincing smile. “I’m fine. I just feel somewhat underwhelming compared to my sister,” she replied, turning her eyes back to her embroidery. 

Which was beginning to look less and less like a violet and more like an oddly shaped duck. 

Colin, sensing his sister wasn’t in the mood to be proved wrong, left the conversation there. He also didn’t want to end up with a sewing needle in his eye - the chances of which were becoming increasingly likely the more he poked and prodded. 

It was a beautiful ballroom.

There were candles in every window and garlands of flowers draped across the walls with petals dashed across the floor. 

The garden was a lit with numerous furnaces and torches that blazed in the summer night and the fountain set in the centre of the sprawling, immaculate hedges and flowers trickled away.

None of the beauty, however, was making Y/N feel any better about being left out of yet another ball.

She’d been standing on the sidelines watching ever since she’d arrived. Benedict had offered to dance with her but Y/N hadn’t wanted to be mentioned in Lady Whistledown for dancing with no one but her own brothers so had declined the invitation.

Instead she chose to stand and watch the beautiful couples dance around the room as she sulked and drank yet another glass of lemonade. 

“Why are you skulking back here?” Anthony asked, approaching his sister with a confused, concerned and curious expression.

Y/N swallowed the rather large gulp of lemonade she’d taken and tried not to give her brother a glare. “No one’s asked me to dance.”

“I’m sure Colin -”

“That is not the point, Anthony!” Y/N exclaimed, cutting him off. “I’ve had no one to dance with apart from my brother’s and Simon, who is now my brother too!” She almost growled but remembered that half the ton were around and forced herself to calm down. “Daphne has been the centre of everyone’s attention and had the suitors falling at het feet. I thought that now she’s married, they’d look to me - but apparently no one settles for second best.” 

Anthony stared at his sister. “Y/N, you’re not second best to anyone.”

Y/N scoffed. She set her empty lemonade glass down, slightly worried she was going to through it at her brother’s head. “Then why haven’t you looked at me twice all season, Anthony? You walked off at my very first ball, leaving me to flounder. You never escorted me - not even tonight! You have, so far, not cared about who comes calling for me - which was no one, by the way - and you don’t care that I have had no suitors, no callers and no proposals!”

She was breathing fast and could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She was angry. She was so angry and even though most of the anger was at the ton for being so vain, she couldn’t very well direct it at a ballroom full of people.

Instead she directed it at her older brother, the one who should’ve looked out for her and guided her through her first season in society but didn’t.

Anthony, for once, had the decency to look hurt by his sister’s accusations. He had a broken look on his face as he realised she was right and that he’d ignored  her. He was stunned into silence.

But Y/N hadn’t want pitiful silence, she’d wanted an argument - for Anthony to get angry at her and prove her wrong but also right.

“Say something!” Y/N snapped, glaring at Anthony. 

 Benedict and Colin had noticed the, somewhat heated argument, and were trying to weave their way through the crowd to intervene before one of them snapped and punched the other.

Anthony opened his mouth and closed it again. He was speechless - a rare feat, indeed.

Y/N scoffed and shook her head. “Fine.”

She turned on her heel and disappeared through the crowd, heading towards the door to the garden. 

Benedict and Colin made it to Anthony’s side and frowned.

“What was that all about?” Benedict asked, looking at Anthony expectantly. 

Anthony swallowed and forced himself to look at his brother. “She hates me.”

Colin, who had sensed the argument was coming, put a hand on Anthony’s arm. “No, she doesn’t. She’s angry at the world and the expectations society place on her shoulders. All she really wants, Anthony, is you.”

“I’ve ignored her almost this entire season,” Anthony said, staring at Colin. “How...”

“There’s still a few weeks left of the season, though,” Colin reminded him. He gestured to the door that Y/N had fled through. “Go on.”

Anthony didn’t need anymore encouragement, he brushed past his brother’s and all but marched through the crowd towards the door. 

Y/N had disappeared out onto the fire lit terrace of the house and was leaning on the stone bannister, trying to calm down. 

She loved her brother. Truly, she did. She also knew that he would never do anything to ruin her prospects intentionally.

That didn’t, however, stop her from wanting to throttle him. 

“Y/N?”

Y/N closed her eyes and inhaled. She could feel Anthony watching her and heard his footsteps approaching closer as he walked up to her. 

“Are you alright?” 

There was concern - genuine concern - in his voice. Y/N was usually good at keeping her emotions together and not breaking down until she was either with her mother or on her own.

But all it took was Anthony’s concerned question and a gentle hand on her shoulder for her to lose any control she’d had.

Y/N felt the tears drip down her face and turned to Anthony, practically throwing her arms around him and clinging on to him as if he was the only thing keeping her afloat. 

Slightly surprised by her sudden change in emotion, it took Anthony a moment to catch-up with the fact his sister was sobbing in to his arms and needed, not Lord Bridgerton, but her big brother. 

Anthony wrapped his arms around her and held her as she sobbed, waiting for her to speak.

Y/N eventually managed to get control of her emotions again and she stepped away from Anthony, wiping her eyes as delicately as she could to avoid ruining her make-up.

“Sorry.”

“Never apologise for being human,” Anthony said softly, sitting next to her on a bench. 

Y/N sighed. “I’m just... compared to Daphne I am nothing. No one has even looked twice at me this entire season. I’m her sister and nothing more.”

Anthony put a hand on her knee. “Do you truly believe that?” He asked, looking her in the eye.

“I don’t know. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. All I wish is for someone, anyone, to look at me and call on me because they like me. Not because they wanted an easy way to my sister or to you or to Eloise or to anyone who isn’t me!” 

“Y/N, you are a wonderful young lady and if those men can’t see it -”

“Then they’re not worth my time, I know,” she said, shooting Anthony an amused smile. “You sound like Benedict.”

“I believe you meant that Benedict sounds like me, he did come second after all,” Anthony quipped.

Y/N smacked her brother on the arm. She shook her head with a smiles she tried not to laugh. 

“Come on,” Anthony said, standing up and holding a hand out to her. “Will you do me the honour of a dance, Miss Bridgerton?”

Y/N took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. “Of course, Lord Bridgerton.” 

“Excuse me, Miss Bridgerton?” Y/N turned around. A young man, Lord Durrell if she remembered correctly, was standing in front of her looking slightly anxious.

“Yes, Lord Durrell?” Anthony asked, raising his eyebrows in his trademark brooding, older brother way.

“I was wondering if you would do me the honour of a dance this evening?” Durrell asked, looking directly at Y/N.

Y/N smiled and held out the arm that her dance card was on. “Of course, Lord Durrell. After I’ve dance with my brother, of course.”

Lord Durrell smiled and wrote his name on her card. “I look forward to it,” he said, bowing down.

Y/N curtsied slightly in response and watched as he left. She waited a few seconds and then squealed and jumped up and down. 

Anthony chuckled, stepping back to avoid being hit by a flailing limb. “See, I told you.”

“No, you didn't, actually,” Y/N said, taking her brother’s arm. “You just repeated what Benedict said and gave me a hug.”

“Which is just as important.”

“Naturally.”

Anthony led Y/N to the dance floor and the two took up their positions. 

“I don’t say this often enough,” Y/N said as they danced around the room, “but I’m so glad you’re my brother, Anthony.”

Anthony managed to concel his surprise by twirling Y/N around and using the brief moment she wasn’t looking to show his surprise before hiding it again. 

“I’m incredibly lucky to have you in my life,” she continued, oblivious. “I just wanted you to know that.”

Anthony nodded and smiled, twirling her around again. 

Later on, however, when he was in his own lodgings away from prying eyes, Anthony looked back on the moment and had to hide his tears in a bottle of whiskey and the mountain of paperwork he had to fulfil. 

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That Other Girl (Thomas Shelby x Reader) [Part 3/3]

Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2,244

It had been a week since your argument with Tommy, and you hated admitting it, but you missed him. As much as Tommy was a busy man, and a lot of your time spent with him involved him doing some sort of work while you kept him company, you still spent every day together, and this was the longest you’d ever been without speaking to each other throughout your 6 year relationship, and it was hitting you hard. You found that time moved extremely slow, and seeing as you weren’t on good terms with Tommy, you didn’t really get the chance to hang around the Shelby household, so the loneliness was starting to become overbearing.

You decided to distract yourself by going back in to work at the Garrison, and as much as you would have liked to avoid Grace and Tommy for as long as possible, you still had bills to pay and didn’t like the idea of the customers you’d grown to know over the years, getting used to Grace and you not being there. She had already turned Tommy into an idiot, you weren’t going to let her stop your earnings as well.

You walked into the Garrison to find Harry behind the bar polishing the glasses, Grace nowhere to be seen. 

“Well look who it is” Harry smiled at you, “ready to get back to work eh?”

You couldn’t help the smile forming on your face as you’d missed Harry and work

“You bet I am, my ankle’s not all there yet but I’ll take it easy”

You joined him behind the bar and started sorting out the liquor bottles that were all over the place from the previous night. You had been working for about half an hour when the door to the Garrison opened and Grace walked in, her eyes going solemn as she spotted you.

“You’re back to work I see” she spoke, tying her apron and joining you behind the bar

You wanted to pull her hair out, but you figured it wasn’t her fault Tommy had taken an interest to her, especially as she’s knew to Birmingham and might not have known of your relationship, but you still didn’t like her as you couldn’t shake off your suspicions of her having something to do with that  copper

“Yes I am, slowly trying to get back into it, my ankle really screwed with the balance of things”, you could tell she wasn’t really paying attention to you.

“Thomas talked about you, you know?”, you went rigid at the sound of Tommy’s name, especially coming from her mouth, “He hasn’t been doing good without you, shows up every evening and drinks bottle after bottle. Had to lock him out once, he almost broke the door down” she rolled her eyes at the thought.

You felt worry creep up inside your veins, as angry as you were at Tommy, you still cared for him and couldn’t find it within you to throw away years of your feelings from him because of your argument, but when you looked up from the bottle you were holding, at Grace, the worry seemed to fade away as you realised he had just been spending time with her while you hadn’t heard from him

“He tell you what happened?” You asked, wanting to know just how much he might’ve shared

“No he didn’t tell me anything, just said you two had a fight, lots of rambling about how he was gonna lose you, how he fucked up. I felt sorry for him but then I figured I don’t know what he did, and maybe he deserves whatever’s going through his head”

You nodded slowly at her words

“He came by a lot when you were out with your ankle”

“What did you talk about?” You had assumed that if Tommy refused to tell you, maybe she would

“About life I guess, I’d tell him about my life back in Ireland and he’d tell me about all sorts, ranting about work, his brothers, nightmares” she replied, “he spoke a bit about you, your family” she stated the last part with an edge of disgust, you sat in silence, lost in her words, “I don’t think you’re good for him”, you snapped out of your daze.

“Excuse me?” You asked, astonished

“You and your little posh family, you’re not like him, your roots are different and I can tell he’s getting tired of it.” You almost had to hold your jaw shut  to stop it from dropping to the floor. What was it with people bringing up your family? You had been in Birmingham for years, and most people wouldn’t be able to tell you were any different from those born and raised in the city, if not for your slightly differing accent. 

You were frustrated she brought up your family as Tommy had yesterday, but then it clicked that she must’ve been the one to feed him all those ideas about you being some posh brat while Tommy was shit-faced drunk, and you were pissed. Not only at her, but at Tommy as well for being stupid enough to even acknowledge anything she said about you

“Listen here you freak”, you glared at her “I don’t know what you’re doing in this city, and why you think you have the right to speak on who I am and my relationship, but you best believe I will find out, and when I do, I’ll have no issue kicking you out myself. First out of my bar, and then out of my fuckin’ city, you hear me? I’d kick you out right now if I could” you spat.

Grace stood there silent, and you returned to sorting out the bottles, trying to control your anger and not knock Grace out with a bottle of very expensive whiskey

You had decided you’d had enough of being lonely, and dragged John out of the house to go to the new museum that had opened a few weeks back. John wasn’t thrilled, museums not being his thing, but he was happy to spend time with you, cracking his highly inappropriate jokes every 2 seconds.

“Tommy’s been doing horrible you know that angel?” 

You couldn’t help but scoff at his words

“Please no Tommy talk for today, I just want to enjoy the museum.” You tried to brush him off, but you couldn’t help but worry for Tommy.

You were strolling around the museum, John’s arm lazily thrown over your shoulder, looking at different paintings and sculptures, when you spotted a familiar head of blonde hair in front of you, standing next to a man. You quickly pushed John behind the wall next to you, and slightly peaked your head out to spy on her

“Psst, John, who’s that man standing next to Grace?” You had never seen him before, and your first thought was her father, but then you remembered what she told you about him

John peaked his head out above you, and squinted his eyes to get a better look at the man, who as if on queue turned his head back to look around the museum suspiciously, as though he was searching the area, forcing you and John to quickly fall back behind the wall to hide yourselves

“Holy shit” John whispered, taking his hat off and running his fingers through his hair, his expression a mix of being deep in thought, and being dumbfounded

“What? What is it John?” You asked, eyes jumping all over his face trying to make sense of the situation

“That’s the copper. Campbell.” 

You were sitting next to John at a family meeting, Tommy’s eyes boring into you as you avoided his gaze. It was the first time you’d seen him since your argument, as he’d seemingly been avoiding the Garrison, and consequentially, you. You were feeling a bit better about the whole situation now that your suspicions had been confirmed, but you weren’t quite ready to confront Tommy about it. 

The meeting went on for a little over an hour, Tommy groggily heading it. Just as everyone was about to leave, seeing as the meeting had come to an end, John spoke up

“Y/N was right” 

Everyone looked between you and John, confused

“Grace is working with Campbell.”

You saw Polly’s smug expression from the corner of your eye. Of course she knew

“What? How do you know?” Arthur asked, Tommy was still silent, a dazed look on his face

“We were at the museum”, you saw a spark of hurt in Tommy’s eyes at the mention of you and John going somewhere together while you had been away from each other, “and we saw her talking to the copper, they were all suspicious and everything Arthur, you had to have seen them, looking around the place like a pair of guilty kids hiding from their ma” John scoffed “I’m regretting giving her all those tips now...” You smacked his arm

Everyone awkwardly stared at Tommy, but his eyes were locked onto yours

It was the middle of the night when you suddenly heard banging on your front door, waking you up from your peaceful slumber. You groggily trudged towards the door, as you rubbed your eyes to try and keep yourself awake, however all the energy seemed to rush back into your body when you opened the door and saw Tommy standing outside, his tired blue eyes piercing into your y/e/c ones.

“Can I come in?” He croaked out

You didn’t know if it was the hour of the night, or the sight of him, tired, at the door, but you didn’t have it in you to send him away, so you stepped to the side to let him in, his eyes roaming over your apartment as though he was there for the first time, even though it was basically his second home.

“Would you like some tea?” You asked, worried he might be cold from standing outside

“Yes please”

You led him to your kitchen where he sat on one of your dining room chairs, you noticed he sat in the same one he always sits in, right opposite the stove, so he could watch you cook. You boiled the tea in silence, before pouring it into the mug he had brought over once and never taken back. It was a simple white mug that Finn had scribbled on with crayon when he was smaller, the crayon never seeming to wash off no matter how many times you scrubbed the mug. The both of you sat in silence, sipping your tea until Tommy spoke up

“I’m sorry Y/N” He looked at you with sorry eyes

“Thomas...” You began

“Please don’t call me that” He pleaded

“But it’s your name. What am I supposed to call you?”

“Tommy. I’m Tommy. You always call me Tommy, don’t change that.”

You stared down into your mug, not being able to meet his eye

“I fucked up Y/N, I was in a bad place and I know it’s no excuse but I was so tired and it just seemed so easy to walk in there and fill my system with as much alcohol as possible”

“You believed what she said about me being some stuck up cunt, you didn’t listen to me when I told you she wasn’t to be trusted” as angry as you were, you were mostly sad. Sad your relationship with Tommy had come to this point

“I know Y/N, and I know I fucked up and I know I made a huge mistake I’ll never forgive myself for, but I love you, I love you so much and I can’t live without you. Just this one week without you has broken me and you don’t know how much it hurt me to see you and not be able to hold you, not have you by my side. To know that I wronged you.”

You were staring into his eyes, trying your hardest not to cry

“You’re only saying this because John confirmed she was working for the copper...” you meekly replied, not believing your own words

“No. I was going to speak to you after the meeting because I’d finally gotten the chance to see you. That other girl hadn’t even crossed my mind once”, his voice was firm and you could tell he was determined to have you forgive him

“Tommy... I don’t-”

“Y/N please, give me another chance, I don’t want to lose you because of something so stupid, because I’m so stupid. Please Y/N I can’t live without you” You noticed a tear run down his cheek and struggled to control your own emotions. You loved him and it broke your heart to see him so upset.

You got up from your seat, panic glossing over Tommy’s eyes before you walked up to him and hugged him, his head resting on your stomach with your arms holding his head close to you

“It’s okay, I forgive you, just don’t cry, please. It doesn’t suit you” You smiled down at him, your hand holding the side of his face as you used your thumb to wipe away the tear on his cheek, Tommy leaning into your touch

“And you really are stupid”, you half cried, half laughed “promise me you’ll never do that again” you held out your pink to him

He smiled up at you and took your pinky with his own 

“I promise.”

AAAAAAH this is the end guys! I decided to give it a happy ending because fuck it why not! This is my first completed series and I really hope you guys enjoyed it. I went a bit crazy with the ending and I hope it’s not too cringe or disappointing, I just couldn’t stop myself. I was thinking about making a version where the reader ends up with John instead (because I love John), so let me know if you would be interested in that

Requested tags: @namelesslosers​

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Across Time -1

Summary: Infiltrating the Ministry of Magic for the locket was hard enough, but what will you do when the time turner you were wearing starts to spin as you’re apparating out of there in a panic? Letting go of your friend’s hand to stop it turning, you land on soft grass, hitting your head on something hard and knocking out. When you come to, you’re in a cabin with an old man, eyes crystal blue as he takes care of you, speaking a language you’d never heard before, he introduces himself as Ragnar after you’ve cast a spell to understand his language. You travel to a small town with him, everyone is dressed as though you’re in the ninth century and you're greeted by four men, all of them sharing the clear blue eyes of the man you had been travelling with, all with the same colored hair, all except for one of these men. Raven black hair and the most blue eyes you’ve ever seen, even the whites of his eyes are blue. Ragnar introduces you to Ivar, the raven haired cripple who is one of his sons. As you travel to England in hope of finding a way back, you realise that this was not your England, not the one you grew up in. Defeated, you return to Kattegat with Ivar but soon he figures out, as Ragnar did, that you are not quite all you seem. How will you get home, if ever? A broken time turner, stuck in a time before your own, how can you fix the time turner and get back to your friends before it’s too late?

(Warnings: None except some sad stuff)

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Aright, the long await fic is here! It is NOT related to the VBB as advertised at first, this is being posted seperately:) Enjoy! Also credit for the moodboard goes to the amazing @quantumlocked310! They're amazing and I recomend following them!

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You hated the feeling you felt when the potion wore off, that bubbling of your skin as it transformed back into your shape, that annoying ticklish feeling you felt under your skin followed by an itch you couldn’t scratch.

It was the same as in your second year, god it was awful, but it was worse for Hermione that time, what with her hair being a cat’s hair and not human hair after all. You remember staying with her as she tried to keep calm, waiting for her to change back while Ron and Harry questioned Malfoy. You had taken the hair of Daphne Greengrass while she was talking with her younger sister, Astoria.

You cast Hermione a glance and she subtly nodded, letting you know she was feeling it as well, you didn’t have long, you’d transform back and your cover would be blown. You glanced down at your hand and saw the skin begin to bubble subtly, the woman whose hair you had put in the potion was a witch who had slightly bigger hands than you, your hands beginning to shrink to their original size and you began to panic. You were more than happy to see that woman, that cruel, foul woman who had tortured Harry in what she called detention, you were happy to see her unconcious face as Harry used Stupify on her and grabbed her necklace. You quickly joined him, Hermione and Ron as you all ran to the elevator, with some woman who was married to the man Ron was posing as. The dementors followed you, even as the gates of the elevator closed, but Harry cast them off; the elevator quickly moved to the floor connected to the button Hermione had pressed. You panted heavily as adrenaline pumped through your veins, the Polyjuice Potion wearing off and soon you were back to your old self, only in different clothes, like Hermione and Harry. You ran out of the elevator but slowed your speed as no one had seemed to notice who you were, yet. You turned and saw Ron kissing the woman as he transformed back and you rolled your eyes, walking over to him and smacking him on the back of the head “come on” you growled and gave the very confused woman an apologetic smile.

“Bloody hell! You don’t have to smack me!” he muttered as you hurried off, trying to maintain a sense of calm and control, that is until that jerk spotted you four, giving chase. Soon you found yourselves running, and you were following Hermione as you blocked a few spells here and there. You hurried to the Floo Network, jumping in at the last second, holding onto Hermione’s hand as you apparated. At first, you were back in London, you easily recognized the street, the building, it was one of the few places you had felt at home, with the Order, you almost reached for the doorknob when you saw him with you, that traitor who was with the Dark Lord and Hermione quickly apparated away once she had realised as well. You wondered if that bastard had somehow managed to follow after you four again, maybe you needed to go elsewhere, to another country, you remembered the trip to Norway that your parents took you on when you were younger, you couldn’t have been more than eight. You felt something spin around your neck, the time turner you had borrowed from Hermione, and without thinking you let go of Hermmione’s hand to stop it, clasping your hand over it and ripping it off out of instinct. As you ripped it off you fell on the ground with a groan, your head hitting a rock and you passed out, everything going black as you felt a brief pain in your head.

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You woke up with a groan, your head pounding and as you felt something move the wrong way in your throat, upwards, you rolled on your side, whatever you had left in your stomach hit the ground and you winced as the dull ache in the back of your head continued. You raised your head and took in your surroundings, a wooden room, lit up by weak candlelight that barely reached the corners of the small room. You groaned as you looked around and spotted your bag, which was disguised as the woman’s bag, the woman you were posing as at the Ministry. You reached for it and felt around in it, it was muggle-fied, as you liked to call it, meaning when opened it looked like an empty bag with only a wand in it, your wand. You grabbed a hold of your wand and sat up in the bed, looking down at it and seeing furs as a blanket as well as under you, and a pillow with straw sticking out of it. You sighed heavily and held your head in pain “Lumos” you whispered and the tip of your wand glowed bright with a white light that almost blinded you, you looked around the room and got up, feeling dizzy as your head continued to pound and you felt yourself fall back on the bed, groaning as you continued to feel nauseous. You heard footsteps and quickly shut off the light from your wand, hiding it under the shirt that belonged to the woman you were still dressed as. You looked up just in time to see a man enter, he looked old, tan, bald with several tattoos on his head. He had a thin beard and was wearing what you could only describe as casual old fashioned with a hint of weirdness to it. Tunics and trousers being what he was wearing, with a form of robe or cloak over him, his eyes a clear blue that reminded you of the sky.

You narrowed your eyes at him as he said something you couldn’t understand, it sounded like a madman’s ramblings to you as he gestured to your vomit on the ground, said something else and then turned to face a small table, pouring water from a wooden goblet of sorts into a mug. You used the time he wasn’t facing you to quickly use a spell you had created, through much work, mind you, and the second you got out your wand you whispered it “Communis Lingua” you quickly put the wand away, hiding it just in time for him to turn with the mug of water in hand, reaching it out to you. The spell had worked on a French witch in your fourth year, you had Mcgonagall and Dumbeldore help you create it, along with Hermione, of course. You were both desperate to understand the French they were speaking and agreed that you didn’t have enough time to learn French in the short while they were there for the Tournament. “So, are you going to tell me who you are, hm?” he asked and you sighed heavily, somewhat relieved it had worked, it made you wonder if your British accent would travel over as his own had, there was only one way to find out. “My name is (Y/N), and I’m-... not sure where I am…” you mumbled and he nodded as he watched you hesitate with drinking the water “do not worry, I would not poison it, would be a waste of good water” he said half jokingly and you found yourself smiling softly before taking a hesitant sip, waiting, and then gulping it all down in one go. “You speak so odd, where are you from?” he asked and you tensed, so your accent did translate over, it hadn’t done that with the French witch, interesting. “England” you said briefly and saw how he tensed, making you frown “not a fan of the british?” you asked half jokingly and he frowned slightly “I have been to England before” was all he said and got up, about to walk out the door when your words stopped him “wait, who are you? Where am I?” you asked and he looked over his shoulder at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes “I am King Ragnar, and you are in Norway” he said and left the room, leaving you in silence and confusion.

You stayed in your room for a while longer, using the empty room to freely transform your bag into its original shape, silently thanking Hermione for teaching you the Undetectable Extension Charm and digging through your bag, looking for something to wear when you remembered that you put your old clothes in Hermione’s bag, along with the rest of your clothes, so for now you were stuck in a pencil skirt, blouse and blazer that did not fit at all, barely anywhere to keep your wand. You hesitantly stepped out of the room you were in, looking around as you took in the open space that met you, very different from the cramped little room you were in. You looked around and saw snakes almost everywhere, making you grimace as you remembered the visions Harry told you of, of the snake, Nagini, that Voldemort always had with him, how he told it to kill for him. You ignored the snakes and saw Ragnar sitting at a table, eating some bread that had been part of a meal, across from him was another plate, filled with food that looked extremely delicious right now, your empty stomach growling at the sight. Ragnar turned at the sound and looked you up and down, probably thinking the same thing you thought about his attire, what a weird way to dress. He nodded towards the plate “come, eat” he said and you nodded, walking closer and sitting across from him on a chair, taking a small bite of the food and when nothing struck you as odd you dug into it, eating until the plate was empty, Ragnar smirking amused at your hunger as he casually continued to eat. “So, you are from England but speak my language?” he asked and you tensed, slowly nodding, preferring not to say too much so you pretended to be more thirsty than you already were, you wouldn’t have to say anything if you were drinking after all. “What is with your clothes?” he asked and gestured vaguely to your attire and you raised an eyebrow at him “what’s with the snakes?” you shot back and there was a silence for a small while but then he smiled, scoffing lightly and looking down at his plate as he continued to eat “I like snakes” he said and you hummed quietly “no shit” you mumbled and he frowned, narrowing his eyes at you “what does that mean, ‘no shit’?” he asked and you shrugged “it… was sarcasm” you mumbled and he hummed and shrugged “you are quite weird, I like you” he said casually and gestured to the small cottage you were both in “you could stay if you want, if you will work” he said and you nodded “thank you, but, I-I couldn’t stay for long” you admitted and he again just vaguely gestured with his hand as he continued eating.

“At least until you have healed, yes?” he asked and you nodded hesitantly “sure, thank you” you said and he nodded as he finished his food. “So, what can you do, hm?” he asked and you shrugged. I can use magic to levitate things, create fire, water, puffs of air, you thought but didn’t say, you only studied him as he looked you up and down “can you sail?” he asked suddenly and you shrugged “I could try, why? Are you going anywhere?” you asked and he shrugged himself “perhaps. I am thinking of sailing to England again, I have an old friend there who I would like to visit” he said and you couldn’t help but smile “well if you’re going to England I’d like to come, my friends are there” you said and he nodded “I will need a crew, and a ship, of course. I will ask my sons” he said casually and you nodded, smiling softly “you have children?” you asked and he nodded after a little while of hesitation, his eyes downcast. “I do, though I have not seen them in years…” he mumbled and you frowned “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Why are you sorry? It is not your fault, it is my own. I only hope they will sail with me, I have a feeling it might be my last journey” he said in a sad voice and you frowned even more “don’t say that, what about the trip back?” you asked with a forced smile and he studied you for a second before smiling softly as he studied you “you are very sweet, how old are you?” he asks and you tensed a bit “I turned eighteen not long ago…” you mumbled and he hummed quietly “then you are as old as my youngest son, Ivar, perhaps he will go with us, if he can” he said and you nodded determined “when do we leave?” you asked and he chuckled lightly, eyes studying you once again in silence. Something about him was very… intense. The way his eyes were full of mischief no matter what he said or did, the way he studied you, it was compelling, honestly, everything about him intrigued you and you had a feeling that was simply who he was, that he was aware of how easily he draw people in, capture their interest without having to say a single word.

His cabin was located somewhere remote, and cold, that’s for sure. There was snow almost everywhere, maybe it was in the mountains or something? There was a lake nearby though, it made for a pretty view. You worked and stayed in the cabin with Ragnar for a few weeks until one day he approached you out of nowhere while you were admiring the lake, sitting on a tree stump outside, Ragnar planting himself on the ground next to you as he looked over the same lake that your eyes were locked on, “you are eager to see your friends again, I bet” he said and you nodded with a sad smile “yeah… they-... they must be so worried” you mumbled and looked down with a frown, Ragnar studying your reaction and groaned as he got up, snapping you out of your sad state, probably his intention, your eyes finding his. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go to Kattegat” he said casually and you found yourself leaping after him, about to follow him further when he stopped, a finger raised as if he remembered something “ah, we cannot have you walking around like this, can we? Come on, I have some clothes you can have” he said casually and turned back around, so quick you almost bumped into him but you quickly jumped aside at the last second, following him once again as he got out some old clothes and put it on the bed you had been sleeping in for the last few weeks. “I will wait outside, unless you want me in here?” he asked and you knew he was being playful, earning him a scoff as you nodded towards the door “out, grandpa” you mumbled and he frowned as he walked back out “I am not a grandfather! At least I do not think so” he mumbled the last bit but you could still hear it from behind the door.

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You followed him through the streets, people crowding around him “I’m guessing you’re not very well liked?” you whispered sarcastically and he hummed quietly “perhaps not” he responded with a smirk and you almost smiled, these people looked like they were ready to murder him yet he maintained a playful nature, one you already believed was his natural demeanor. As the crowd got too close you both stopped, your hand in your bag, gripping your wand tightly “they’re not going to kill us, right?” you asked and he continued to study the people “you, maybe not. Me? Probably” he said casually and you scoffed quietly, this man just admitted that he was probably about to get murdered in the streets like he was ordering a pie in Hogsmeade. “Let us pass, move!” a voice caught your attention and you looked ahead as three tall men walked through the crowd, ending up in the front and when you glanced at Ragnar he looked… sorrowful, shocked, like he hadn’t expected the cold welcome from them too. The three men all had the same blue eyes as Ragnar, though theirs held anger and hatred in them, Ragnar’s eyes on the brink of tears until he heard a dragging sound and looked down, as if he already knew who it was, and that it was a who to begin with. You followed his gaze but stayed put as he walked closer to the man on the ground “hello Ivar, there is no mistaking you” he said quietly with a fond voice and you couldn’t help but smile softly at the scene unfolding before you. The man, Ivar, smirked slightly and looked down briefly before back up at his father. Ivar was probably the most astonishing person you’d ever met, if that word could even be used to describe him. Raven black hair and the eyes were more blue than his brothers’ eyes, even the whites of his eyes were tinted blue and you found your cheeks burning at the sight, eyes fixated on him until his eyes found you, then you quickly looked away at literally anything else.

“It appears my return is not welcome,” Ragnar said and you looked at him with a small frown but stayed still and quiet, “you’ve obviously all made up your minds about me. I cannot blame you for that, so who, boys? Who is gonna do it then? Who's gonna kill me?” he asked and when he was met with silence he continued “well I don’t mind, go ahead. Please. What about you, Hvitserk?” he asked as he reached the man at one end of the line they all formed, casually holding his hands in front of himself as though he was asking a simple question like ‘what do you think of Mondays?’. “You think you’re a man now, hm? I dare you. Put me out of my misery” he whispered and you frowned at Ragnar, concerned, you haven't known him for long but you thought you had an idea of who he was by now, but you didn't apparently, apparently he had more to him than you thought. “Do it!” he suddenly shouted and you flinched, wand halfway out of your bag which your hand was still inside of, you watched as he gestured to the people surrounding you both “look at these people! They no longer support me! Look! Why would they? I am your leader and I just left!” he shouted and your frown only deepened, he had just abandoned these people? You weren’t sure what you expected when he said he was a king but you had seen no other living person around, or dead person, for that matter. “What kind of leader does that, hm?! What kind of King abandons his people!?” he shouted again and you flinched once more, watching him with confusion as he approached his sons “what kind of father abandons his sons?... So who wants to be king?” he asked and suddenly he unsheathed a sword, walking up to the people that formed the circle you were in “you know how this works! If you want to be king, you must kill me! You? Hm? You? You you you you?! WHO WANTS TO BE KING?!”

You watched with a frown as he approached one of the men, he was by far the one with the most blonde hair, his voice was lowered so you had no idea what he was saying, he walked to another one, declaring with a bright smile ‘King Ubbe!’ before punching him softly in the face, then slapping him. Ragnar then approached the man who was crawling, softly putting his hand on his head in what you could only describe as a moment of tenderness until he walked away, his eyes catching your confused ones and it was as if his hardened gaze grew just a tiny bit softer. You watched with worry as the man he had slapped and called Ubbe began to step towards him, sword in hand and without thinking you got out your wand subtly, about to raise it when Ragnar subtly shook his head, making you frown but you listened, putting your wand away once more and watched the scene unfold before you. You let out a heavy breath of relief when Ragnar hugged the man and the man hugged him back, your hand aching from clutching your wand but you didn’t let go of it, you didn’t loosen your grip, there was still the two other guys who still had their swords out and ready.

A tall, blonde, blue-eyed man, taller than the others, stepped through the crowd, studying Ragnar with a look you couldn’t quite read, Ragnar let go of the man he had been hugging, Ubbe, to look at the taller one. “Why did you come back?” his voice was deep and his eyes cold, but there was a glimmer of something in them.

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You were sitting next to the tree Ragnar was sitting on, playing with some stick and laughing while one of his sons talked, you were nose deep in one of your old Herbology books that had been in your bag, wanting to give them some privacy but at the same time not wanting to stray too far from possibly your only ticket back to England, so here you were, reading about the Flitterbloom’s cycle when you heard Ragnar’s oldest son, Björn, yell something at Ragnar, your eyes lifting from the book and to the thing he was pointing at, a piece of cloth that had been used to draw a map on, laying in Ragnar’s lap. You looked back to your book and by the time you had reached the chapter on Mandrakes, his sons were leaving, making you look up from your book and look at Ragnar, a small frown forming on your brows “we’ll find someone else” you muttered in an attempt to comfort him and he merely hummed in response, clearly annoyed and disappointed, but you weren’t sure with who, his sons or himself.

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Stay at the cabin, he said. I will be back by the first light, he said. By Merlin’s beard you’d hex Ragnar so terribly that he wouldn’t be able to recognise himself if you had to stay in this bloody cabin for another hour, the snakes constantly looking at you didn’t help either, in fact they made everything worse, it had gotten to the point where you had two books levitating up in front of your face to block the sight of them. It was noon and you were anxious, you didn’t want to sleep under the same roof as them without Ragnar nearby, it was probably stupid, but after everything Harry had told you about Nagini, despite the lack of knowledge, snakes just creeped you out, the thought that you could be among many of them and Nagini could hide as one of them made your skin crawl in a way it definately shouldn’t. The sound of the door opening had your books falling with a loud thud to the ground, your eyes wide as you saw Ragnar walk in, close the door behind him and then stop dead in his tracks at the sight of you with two books randomly laying on the ground while you sat backwards on a chair that faced away from the table. Ragnar studied you for a few seconds before shaking his head and scoffing, gesturing in a head nod towards the door “well? Are you going to sit here all day?” he asked and you flew up, grabbed your two books and carefully placed them in your bag as though it wasn’t bottomless, turning your back to him so he couldn’t see. Once you were done you turned around and quickly walked outside “practically have been, what in the name of Merlin have you been doing?” you snapped, Ragnar eyeing you with suspicion before scoffing once again and gesturing to the horse waiting outside, and judging by your expression, you had not expected there to be a horse. Ragnar smirked at your surprise and grabbed your shoulder softly, guiding you towards the horse with an amused look on his face that you wanted to hex off. “U-Uh, you know what?? I like the cabin, come get me when we set sail alright??” you asked and tried to turn around but Ragnar caught you.

He put his arms around your waist, turned you and practically lifted you up on the horse behind the saddle, taking his opportunity to get up himself while you were in shock, eyes wide and as the horse began to move when he told it to, you yelped and held on tightly to his clothes, making Ragnar scoff amused. “Y-You know I-I don’t think I really mind the s-snakes so- Ragnar!” you yelped as the horse began to trot and you held on tighter, Ragnar practically bursting with laughter as you held on as though you’d die if you fell off, you’d seen Quidditch, so in your mind you might as well have died if you fell off this horse.

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“Oh dear” you muttered as Ragnar swiftly got off, about to follow some guy that said he’d take them to the ‘Earl’ of this town, when he noticed you were still stuck on top. He forced a smile at the guy before turning and walking back to you, softly nudging your foot “it is alright, it is standing still now, you can come down now” he said in a low voice and you gulped before getting off the horse, with Ragnar’s help of course. “Bloody hell I will hex you so bad your own mother won't recognise you” you uttered annoyed as you followed both Ragnar and the man leading him, Ragnar about to ask what on earth you were talking about when he was led to a hall, the doors opened and he were let inside. You followed Ragnar into the inviting hall, at the end was a throne and a woman sitting on a bench not too far from it, she was in a white dress, her black hair cut short and messy with a small, single braid in her hair at the back. You stayed behind as Ragnar moved further into the hall, about to sit down on a bench when your arse hurt so you quickly got up again, pouting at Ragnar in annoyance before opting to lean against a pillar instead. You subtly digged through your bag for the book you had been reading when Ragnar met with his sons, opening it and beginning to flip through the pages until you found the one you left off on, Mandrakes, and began to read through it, tuning out his conversation with the black haired woman.

You were however snapped out of your own little world when you heard a sound you hadn’t heard in a long while, looking up and seeing a beautiful, blonde woman, and more importantly, an owl. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning as you walked closer, ignoring how Ragnar almost tripped over himself to get the woman something to drink as she had asked. The woman turned to you as you got closer and you couldn’t help but grin even more at the owl “sorry, I just-... not many muggles would have an owl, you tend to go towards birds that doesn’t hunt at night” you blabbered and the woman raised a brow at you in curiosity, casting a glance at Ragnar that you didn’t notice before smirking at you “would you like to hold her?” she asked and you nodded, putting your bag and book on a table and holding out your arm perfectly before the woman could instruct you. The owl flew to your arm and you giggled lightly, looking back at the woman with the biggest grin of them all, which in turn made her grin ever so slightly “I am Lagertha, you arrived with Ragnar” she noted and you nodded eagerly, looking back at the owl. Lagertha had to cover her mouth to not laugh or grin even more at how you seemed to just beam with joy when simply holding an owl. You reminded her of Gyda… only older, the thought making a sad smile make it’s way across her lips, her blue eyes traveling to Ragnar as you moved to sit down with the owl still on your arm, giving it all of your attention and love. You completely ignored their ongoing conversation, too wrapped up in the owl on your arm, petting it under its beak and on top of it’s head, to notice that the conversation had turned to you, although it was brief.

You watched with a sad frown as Ragnar got up to leave, kissing Lagertha’s cheek but before he could leave she kissed him, your gaze moving to the owl that was still keeping you company as you sat in the back of the hall. As you got up, the owl still on your arm, you walked over to Lagertha, about to give her the owl when she softly shook her head, smiling softly at you. “I see now what Ragnar sees in you… our Gyda… keep the owl, she is loyal and will keep by your side, even if you part for Helheim” Lagertha’s voice was wavering with sadness and before you knew it she had kissed your cheek and gestured for the doors outside. You looked to Ragnar who nodded softly with the same sad smile that was on Lagertha’s lips, looking back at her and giving her a soft smile “you’re her master… I don’t believe she’d want to stay with me” you muttered and handed the owl back to Lagertha whose eyes began to fill with tears, “so much like her…” she whispered before looking at Ragnar, then you. You smiled softly at her before leaving with Ragnar.

[seiyasabi]

Momma’s Boy

(This is a Yandere Severus Snape x Hufflepuff! Female Reader story :)) Sorry if this is too OOC!

TW: Bullying!, unhealthy feelings!, manipulation!, Mommy kink!, face sitting!, creampie!, Femdom!, consensual sex!, etc..

Please proceed with caution!)

A wide hand smacks his books from his hands, casting everything onto the cobblestone floor. A soft sigh leaves the blach haired man’s mouth, as he slowly looks up from his belongings, to see a smirking Sirius Black. 

“Watch where you’re going, Snape-boy,” The four males let out ugly laughs, eyes filled with mockery. Severus says nothing, moving to pick up his things, only to be stopped by James. 

“Don’t think that we’ll let you off the hook that easily,” The brunet’s glasses gleam with a dark delight, making the bullied boy gulp in fear, “We’ve seen you creep around that cute hufflepuff- what was her name again?” He pretends to think, allowing a grinning Peter to take over. 

“Yeah, you’ve been creeping around that cutie, (Your Name), for far too long. We’ve noticed you following her like a kicked puppy,” Remus shoves Severus into the wall, causing the 6’1 (1.85 m) man to hit it harshly. 

“Don’t think we haven’t noticed you telling her lies about us,” Confusion is clear on the tall man’s face, causing all four of them to scoff, “She refuses to hang out with us, because she claims we harass you! That’s not true, is it, Snape-boy?” 

“I-well, uhm-”

“I-well, uhm,” James mocks, a knowing grin on his devilish features, “Don’t be nervous, we won’t hurt you.”

“Well, you lot haven’t been too kind to me these past few years,” More scoffs echo off the cobblestone walls, making the tall man feel small. 

“That’s not true, and you know it. We’ve been joking around with you, because we’re friends, aren’t we?” Remus reassures condescendingly, “Plus, friends tell friends when they’re wrong. You’re wrong for pursuing (Your Name), because Remus, here,” He slaps the dirty blond man on the back good-naturedly, “Liked her first. So, having you around, writing in your creepy notebooks about her, will no longer be appreciated.” 

An angry flush covers Snape’s pale cheeks, “It-it’s not like that! (Your Name) is my friend, please don’t make me-”

“Make you? We never make you do anything. We’re just suggesting you leave her alone, unless you want us to take matters into our own hands.” 

Sweat beads on the brow of the black haired man, as he tried to look around for anyone willing to help. No one besides the five of them are in the hall. 

“No,” The four raise a collective eyebrow at his disobedience, “No, I won’t stop being friends with (Your Name). I don’t care what you do to me.”

“That’s sweet, really, but I’m going to have to change your mind,” Remus snarls, his hands balling into fists. In a swift motion, the dirty blond man starts to punch at Severus’ face and chest. The tall man doesn’t have time to put his hands up, getting wailed in the head and torso multiple times. 

The blond’s friends jump in as well, quickly bringing their victim to the floor. Their kicks and hits are rapid paced, disorienting him relatively quickly. He curls into the fetus position, trying to protect his head, luckily stopping their punches. 

His assault continues for a few moments more, before he’s dragged to his feet, and held against the wall by the collar of his shirt, “Are you going to leave her alone now?” 

Snape shakes his head, blood dripping down his face, entire body aching, “No, I won’t. I let you lot walk all over me for far too long. We’re in our last year, why are you acting as if we’re first years?” 

Remus tightens his grip around his collar, teeth bared like an animal, “That’s the wrong answer.”

The blond raises a fist to punch him once more, only to be stopped by a familiar voice. 

“What are you doing?” Your concerned voice rings through the hall, along with your running footsteps. Hurrying up to the group of boys, you start to shove at Remus, trying to break his hold on your close friend (crush), “Let him go! Are you crazy?” 

Your friends are seen down the hall, looking at you in both surprise and slight disdain, “(Your Name), stay out of their business. Once they settle it, everything will be fine-”

“You can’t honestly think that I’ll let them hurt Severus! He’s our friend, and-”

“Stop standing up for him, he’s a total creep. The Marauders are doing you a favour-” You block out what your friends are saying, continuing to push at the blond’s hands. 

“Stop it, Remus! Just leave him alone!” He quickly pulls away, causing you to sigh in relief, only for you to be the one pinned against the wall. Your friend is being held by the blond’s lackeys, holding him back from helping you. Your other friends watch on in horror.

“Why must you always get in my way, Love? I’m trying to teach him a lesson,” You wrinkle your nose in disgust, trying to wriggle out of his grip. 

“Don’t call me that. Just leave Severus and I alone. I understand that you have taken a liking towards me, but that doesn’t excuse your horrid behaviour. If anything, it makes me dislike you! You’re nasty, big headed, crude, and mean for virtually no reason! I don’t understand why you and your friends act this way-”

“He doesn’t deserve your affection!” He blurts out without thinking, his grip on your wrists tightening, “He hangs around you like a dark shadow, he makes everyone around him uncomfortable-”

“I think he’s cute,” You snap out uncharacteristically, “In fact, him following me around is harmless; you following me around, on the other hand, is very harmful. People are afraid to talk to me because of you, and he’s one of the only people who stayed being my friend. I don’t want to hear you talk badly about him, when he has made my life better than it was before.”

Remus releases you after a long moment of silence, a hurt look on his handsome features, “Fine. Stay with the freak if you want to, just don’t come crying to me-”

“I won’t. I won’t seek you out, ever,” The blond motions towards his friends, prompting them to release your friend. You hurry to the dark haired man, cupping his face with soft hands, “Are you alright, Severus? They didn’t hurt you too badly did they?” His lip trembles, signaling oncoming tears, prompting you to turn towards your friends and wave off their concern, “It’s alright, you guys go to class, I’ll take him to the nurse.”

They stalked off, Remus constantly looking back at you. Unfortunately for him, all of your attention is on a certain tall man. 

“Come along, Sev, let’s go to the nurse,” He shakes his head as he sobs uncontrollably, “No? Well, I can’t let you stay battered… Do you want to go to my dormitory? I’ll heal you there,” He nods, allowing you to half-drag-half-pull him towards the Hufflepuff dorm. You’d picked up his things and set them in your satchel, before heading off. Many cast the Slytherin man questioning looks, but quickly realised who was helping him. You’re known as one of the kindest souls at Hogwarts, so it’s not too unlike you to help the freaks of the school. 

Once in your room, you help him sit on your full size mattress. You share the room with only one other girl, leaving two empty beds between the both of you. Luckily, she’s out of the room, most likely at her boyfriend’s dorm room. 

Sitting beside him, you quickly pull out your wand, “This might feel a bit weird, but I promise I’m helping,” You murmur a healing spell to yourself, watching as his skin becomes smooth and even toned once more, “There we go! Good as-oh no, why are you crying again? Did it hurt?” 

Hearing your distraught voice, he tries to comfort you whilst bawling his eyes out, “Nu-no, no, you du-did nothing wu-wrong,” He throws his arms around you, bringing you into a tight hug, “It-it’s just… You treat me so well, and-and I love you so much-” He cuts himself off to hide his face in your neck. Oh no, he just accidentally confessed!

You giggle to yourself at his shy behaviour, and run a hand through his messy hair, “It’s because I love you too, silly,” When you say that, Severus practically feels his soul leave his body. His Darling loves him?

“You-you love me too?” Nodding against him, you cuddle him sweetly. You rub his back reassuringly, rocking him slightly. 

“Yep! I’ve liked you for the past few years, but I never had the courage to confess,” He raises his head, looking at you with watery eyes. 

“Really?” When you nod, he can’t help himself, “Can I- Can I please have a kiss?” 

“Of course!” You lean forward, giving him a sweet peck. Severus practically creams his pants at the feeling of your lips on his. Seeing his bright red face, you frown a bit, moving his hair out of his face, “Are you alright? Did I make you feel uncomfortable?” 

“No! No, it was nice,” A dreamy smile crosses his handsome features, as he leans in again, “Can I please have another one?” Smiling, you nod, smooching him softly once more. 

This, in turn, turns into a whole makeout session. You slide onto his lap, making it easier for you to reach his mouth. Your new seating arrangements allow you to feel his hard cock under your ass, a small smile quirking its way onto your lips, “Are you excited, Sevvy?” You hear a small whimper in response, causing you to giggle, “Do you want me to help you?”

“Please?” Instead of responding, you start to grind against his clothed cock. Your panty clad cunny is directly against his fly, your skirt just barely covering your ass. Grabbing his hands, you place them on your hips, their massive size making you feel secure. Severus whines at your grinding movement, hips bucking into your own. To silence him, you give him an open mouthed kiss, your tongue dominating his own. 

Drawing away from his mouth, there’s a long string of saliva connecting you both together. Using a manicured finger, you break it, and bring it to your mouth. Your tongue darts out, licking your shared spit off seductively, “Do you want me to fuck you, Sevvy? Wanna be inside of me?” 

“Yes! Yes, please!” You run a hand over his clothing clad chest, kissing him on the cheek. 

“Okay, Baby. Do you want me to suck your cock? Or do you wanna eat me out?” His hands grip at the fat of your hips, drool practically dripping from his gaping mouth. 

“Let me eat you, please,” Snape begs, bucking slightly into you. You cup his face with both hands and grin, pinching his cheeks teasingly. 

“Okie dokie, Sevvy. Lay back for me,” He drops back like a corpse, flopping haphazardly on your, surprisingly comfortable, mattress. Unzipping your uniform skirt, you slide it down your legs, tossing it on the other side of your bed. Your cute boyfriend gasps at the sight of your thong, never seeing one before. Chuckling at his shocked reaction, you quickly strip yourself of your blazer and dress shirt, exposing your lace bralette, “Do you like what you see?” 

His head practically snaps off his neck with how fast he nods, “You look so… so beautiful, (Your Name). I feel so lucky to see you this way,” A dark blush coats your (skin colour) cheeks, as you look away a bit shyly. 

“Thank you. Will you let me see you undressed?” He squeaks out a ‘yes,’ prompting you to practically rip off his slacks, dress shirt, and blazer. Only in his drawers, your heart jumps into your throat. His broad shoulder and lightly muscled abdomen look wonderfully full, and the very apparent bulge in his boxers make you lick your lips hungrily, “Are you ready to eat my pussy, Sev?”

“Yes, please sit on my face,” You gawk at his out-of-character words, but do as he asks. Slipping your panties off, you scoot forward, placing your bare cunny on his awaiting maw. He helps you settle on him by wrapping his arms around your (Size) thighs, relishing the feeling of your fat being squished between his forearm and bicep. 

Because he wrapped his arms over your legs, he is able to part your pussy lips, giving him easy access to your throbbing core. He gives an experimental lick to your slit, making your legs tremble. Now knowing that he’s doing something right, he dives in like  a man starved. His teeth lightly nip at your engorged clit, all whilst his tongue dips into your dripping hole. A squeal leaves your lips, signaling the pleasure you’re currently feeling. 

Gripping his head by his hair, you throw your head back in pleasure, “Ye-yes! You’re doing so well for me!” He keens at your praise, increasing the speed of his ministrations. Though you can tell that he’s a virgin, he’s exceeding your expectations by a long shot. Lightly grinding against his face, more moans and whimpers leave your throat, your entire body becoming rigid as your orgasm approaches. With one last well placed suck, you’re cumming into his open mouth. Your juices run down his chin and splash against his cheekbones, causing Snape’s heart to practically beat out of his chest. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Moving off of his face, you pat him on the head affectionately, “Did I do good?” He wipes some of your juices off of his mug, before slurping them down. 

“You were amazing, Sevvy. Have you done this before?” He shakes his head no, making you coo softly, “You’re a natural! Such a good boy.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” It’s like his entire body took a screenshot, with how still he became. He must have thought you’d be disgusted… but you aren’t. Instead, a small moan leaves your lips, before you bring him up into a hug. 

“My Baby Boy likes calling me Mommy? You’re so adorable,” You reach down to his cock, pulling him out with a tender touch. His tip is a dark pink, his precum dripping down his thick length. A large vein runs up the underside of his circumcised prick, and you can’t wait to sit on it, “Is it ok for Mommy to sit on your pretty cock, Sevvy?” You slip him between your cunny lips, grinding down on his length, and mixing your liquids together. 

“Ye-yes, Mommy! Please, please fuck me!” Taking him in one hand, you guide him to your opening, before pushing his tip inside teasingly. His whimper causes a gush of your slick to coat his length, helping you ease down him, until your pelvises touch. You can feel his dark, trimmed pubic hair rub against your cunny, making you squeeze down experimentally, “You-you’re so tight!” 

Smiling at him coyly, you reach behind you, and unclasp your bra, letting your perfect tits jiggle enticingly. You toss it aside, before grasping Severus’ hands, and guiding them to your breasts. He immediately squeezes, loving the feeling of them in his hands. You let out a small whimper, moving your hips in a circular motion, ultimately grinding him against your cervix. 

“Can I move, Pretty Boy?” Groans of pleasure rattle his chest, as you start to suck dark hickies onto his pristine skin. 

“Yes! Yes!” Giggling, you quickly lift your hips almost off of his cock, before slamming down harshly. Both of you groan in pleasure, signaling you to increase your pace. Moving at lightning speed, you start to bounce rapidly. Tits jiggling in the Slytherin boy’s hands, you bring him into a heated kiss. 

You swallow down his desperate whines, your hands pulling at his unkempt locks. Juices dripping down his cock, both of your thighs are quickly covered by your essence. His abdomen rubs against your clit with every bounce, bringing you closer and closer to your release. 

Breaking from the kiss, you suck on the skin of his throat, before speaking, “You’re so big, Sevvy. My pussy can barely handle how thick you are,” His hips meet yours, hitting your cervix harshly. A loud moan escapes you, “Fu-fuck! You’re so good for Mommy! Come on, Darling, meet my movement, and you can cum inside.”

At your words, he starts a breakneck pace, meeting your every movement with a mighty thrust. Your hands reach up to pinch his pretty, pink nipples, making him falter in his movements. 

“Mommy! Mommy-you feel so good! Please let me cum inside!” Increasing almost impossibly in speed, you feel yourself quickly hurtling over the edge. 

“Gu-go ahead! Mommy wants you to cum with her!” With one last sitting movement, the both of you orgasm harshly. Your back arches almost painfully, as you feel him fill you to the brim with thick, hot cum. Your own juices squirt out, coating the both of you in a sheen of white sperm and a glossy cunny juice. 

Severus face plants into your chest, practically drowning in your perfect teats. Whilst catching your breath, you run your hands through his hair, loving how silky the strands are. 

“You did well, Sevvy. You were so good for me,” You fully embrace him, as he buries his head further into your plush chest. 

“Th-thank you, Mommy, I’m glad I was good enough for you,” Bringing his face up to your level (wish is relatively hard, because he’s tall), you smile sweetly at him. 

“You’re always enough for me,” Kissing him on the forehead, you cuddle into him for a while longer. 

While you’re content and happy, Severus is over the moon. 

The girl he’d pined over for years is finally within his grasp! He’d have to write this moment down the moment he gets to his dorm! 

He’s just one step closer to stealing her away the moment they graduate. Hopefully, you’ll still be the homemaker he knows you’re meant to be, even if you’re a bit angry at him at first. 

Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he knows that you’re the only one for him. Hopefully, you think the same, too.