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vanteguccir · 7 months

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── ୨୧ !　𝗦𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗥𝗜 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟

　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x guide!reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N is the tour guide for the Sturniolo Triplets on their safari trip.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: No.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N was the type of girl passionate about wild animals, having spent her entire childhood and adolescence reading different books and watching millions of documentaries about each species. She felt comfortable around them, like she was finally home.

So it was no surprise to her family and friends when she got her first job at age 17 on a safari, and not just any safari, but the one in San Diego. She started as a simple intern and progressed through the ranks until she officially became, at the age of 20, the head tourist guide of the place.

So it wasn't news to her when she was chosen by the safari owner to be the tour guide for three famous YouTubers who paid to have 24 hours of the space just for them.

Despite finding it a bit exaggerated to have an entire safari to themselves, the girl was excited to meet them and be able to spend more time than usual explaining everything she knew about each animal that interested them.

Y/N spent the entire early morning walking around the different animal places, checking if everything was in its right place and organized as it should be, wanting the safari to be in perfect condition to be enjoyed and recorded.

The girl arrived at the zipline point 5 minutes late. It was no surprise, considering her stop in the tiger area, which she loved with all her being.

"Hi!" Y/N greeted as she approached the three figures already being prepared by the equipment. "You must be the Sturniolo, right?" She began, offering her hand to the one in the white jacket, who was already ready and closest to her. He shook it happily, giving her a wide smile.

"Are you our tour guide?" He asked hopefully, receiving a nod from the girl, who returned the smile. "Awesome, I'm Nick, and this is Matt and Chris." The boy pointed to the other two, making Y/N look at them quickly.

She felt a chill run up her spine and her heart skip a beat as she met Chris's eyes, he was obviously very similar to his brothers, but very different at the same time, and his unique features were what captivated Y/N instantly.

The girl forced herself to smile quickly, afraid of leaving an awkward atmosphere by staring at him, raising her hand to properly greet the other two.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N, and I will accompany you during the first hours of your 24 hours of safari." Y/N spoke, traveling her eyes across the three of them. "Now you will go through the zipline, and then we will enter the safari! Don't worry, the trip is super safe, and the instructors are very qualified." The girl explained as she gestured with her hands, briefly pointing to the staff who would help them down.

The boys quickly thanked her, Chris giving her a big smile as he nodded at her words, appearing to be excited.

She walked away momentarily, letting them talk to each other and to the camera - which she only then noticed a fourth person holding and filming them.

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"Oh, Y/N! I see her, that's our guide." Chris exclaimed to the camera, quickly turning towards the girl and skidding down the slope, walking at a fast pace. "Hi, Y/N!" He spoke loudly as he approached, smiling big and waving his right hand, followed by his brothers.

The girl - who had her back to them - quickly turned around when she heard her name being called, a smile instantly appearing on her face when she saw Chris approaching her, her heart beating faster. Yes, she had a crush on the boy she was going to guide on the safari where she worked.

"Hi Chris, boys!" She greeted, waving and waiting for them to come closer.

"Before we start, is it okay for you to be filmed and appear on our channel? We're doing these 24 hours, especially for our subscribers, so we want to film as much as possible." Nick asked, pointing at the camera briefly.

"Oh, sure! No problem." Her response came gently, her eyes traveling to the camera. "Well, we have a lot of animals that we can visit today, but given the schedule, some will stay for tomorrow. Like the tiger-"

"Do you have a tiger?" Chris turned to her, eyes wide and mouth open in disbelief.

The girl smiled at his cuteness, nodding her head.

"Yes, we have." A feeling of pride filled her chest. She loved talking about her tigers. "But today we'll see more animals released, and tomorrow we'll see the ones that need to be locked up, okay?"

She stopped, waiting for the three of them to agree.

"Did you guys hear that?" Chris asked in a whisper-like shout, shaking Nick slightly with his enthusiasm.

"Yes, kid, we heard." The older man responded with a smile, rolling his eyes and patting Chris's hand on his arm.

"Any questions before we continue on?" Y/N asked, looking at them quickly.

"No questions!" The three responded almost simultaneously.

"Did you enjoy the zipline trip?" The girl asked as the five started walking towards the first stop.

"Yes, I was quite scared at first, but it was an incredible experience." Matt said, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.

"Yes, I felt huge shivers in my stomach, but it gives you a feeling of euphoria afterward." Chris nodded, tucking his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie and increasing his stride so that he was practically next to Y/N.

"It's a really unique experience, I love that it's the biggest zipline in the USA and that you have such a paradisiacal view." She pointed to the horizon as they stopped near some telescopes, moving to the side so they could get a full view of the landscape.

She allowed them to enjoy it for a few minutes, watching them from a little distance.

"You can take it and look through the telescope if you want." Y/N indicated as she saw Chris staring at the telescope on the right, approaching him slowly.

He raised his blue eyes, exchanging glances with her for a few seconds before looking to the telescope again, his cheeks taking on a reddish hue.

"I thought I needed to pay to use them."

"No, go ahead, Chris." Y/N smiled gently, lifting the bottom of the object and pointing at it with her chin, watching as the boy walked closer and placed his hand next to hers, bending down slightly to fit his eye into the right space.

"Thanks."

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"You can sit in the front with me if you want." Y/N said as they approached the safari "car" she would drive through the route, turning momentarily to Chris. "So your brothers can sit in the back seats and hear my voice better." She quickly added, fidgeting with her fingers nervously. She didn't want to sound unprofessional.

"Sure, that's fine with me." The brunette nodded, ignoring the smiles and looks that his brothers furtively sent him.

"Let's go then."

The five of them arranged their seats quickly, Chris getting comfortable on the passenger seat. He glanced at Y/N from the corner of his eye, pressing his lips into a thin line to keep from smiling.

Her perfume hit his nostrils hard as the car started moving, the wind doing a great job of making Chris dizzy from the delicious scent, holding himself back from getting closer and taking in a breath of air.

"This is Eminem. She has two younger brothers-"

"Oh, she's a rapper." Chris muttered, suddenly turning around and imitating rap gestures for his brothers, getting a laugh from them and Y/N, who shook her head in denial as she slowly stopped the car.

"Almost that." The girl joined in the fun.

"Can we get close to the animals?" Nick asked from the backseat, leaning against the back of the driver's seat and looking at them.

"No, I would lose my job." Y/N scoffed, letting out a laugh before speeding up again.

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"And here we have the giraffes, my second favorite safari attraction." Y/N pointed out, slowing the car down again, pointing to the group of animals near them. "Hi babies." She turned to them, greeting the ones she spent hours of her day petting and keeping company.

"Hi!" Nick followed Y/N's action, Chris and Matt saying the same afterward, smiles on their faces.

"You really love them." Chris commented briefly, leaning closer to Y/N so that only she heard him, the sound of Nick and Matt's voices muffled out from behind.

"I practically grew up in zoos and safaris. These animals are my life. That's basically what I love about this job." She began, her tone full of directness. "I know everyone sees them as simple animals, but they are more than that." Y/N explained, looking away from the giraffes and turning to Chris, momentarily getting lost in his eyes. "They're not just animals. They're intelligent... I mean, you can see there's some higher order thinking going on... Right?"

She expected to get a judgmental look or a "how crazy are you" say, but instead, Chris just smiled big and nodded slightly.

"I understand you. It's no wonder that our brand's new merch is with animal prints." The boy said, quickly lifting his hoodie and showing the t-shirt underneath, where it had a perfect drawing of a giraffe in the bottom corner. "And full of giraffes."

"Wow, that's beautiful!" Y/N spoke, her eyes wide as she looked at the t-shirt. It was so cool that they made something of their own signature inspired by animals.

It suddenly made sense to her why they paid for 24 hours there alone.

"If you're nice enough, I might consider giving you one of these later in the day." Chris teased, pulling down his hoodie and smirking at the girl.

Y/N rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she let out a low laugh.

"I'll earn it."

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"Oh no, birds." Nick muttered as he noticed Y/N slowing down near the bird area, receiving laughter in response.

"These birds are incredible, I promise they don't come close to street doves or conventional ones." Y/N turned around, looking at Nick with a smile on her face. "Every day, they will sing to their partner to show that they're still in love." She commented, looking at Chris for a few seconds, before focusing on the birds behind him, feeling her cheeks heat up.

"Wow, we need that nowadays." Matt commented briefly. His eyes focused on the animals as he had a small smile of admiration on his face.

"Yeah, we really do." Chris nodded, his eyes fixed on Y/N. She swallowed hard at the intense staring, tearing her eyes away from the birds and returning her attention to the front.

An embarrassed smile appeared on her face, and she started the engine again while shaking her head, he really had a lot of boldness.

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After some small explanations on some specific animals, Y/N decided to make a bathroom stop near one of the cliffs that gave a view to one of the green landscapes.

Nick and Matt went to the bathroom while the man who was filming decided to take photos of some specific spots nearby, leaving Chris and Y/N alone - perhaps on purpose.

"I know we just met, and I don't know you, but is there any way I could take you out sometime soon?" The brunette approached Y/N in slow steps, releasing his question softly as he positioned himself next to her, facing forward. His hands were resting comfortably in the front pocket of his hoodie, and his eyes remained fixed on the greenery in front of him.

Despite being confident, he was afraid of receiving a big "no" for an answer.

"Are you always this straightforward with strangers?" The girl responded, turning to face him and resting her hips on the wooden fence, crossing her arms and watching him with her eyebrows raised.

She swore she saw his adam's apple move as he swallowed hard, not expecting that comeback. Chris opened his mouth to apologize but was cut off by the girl, who laughed.

"I'm just kidding. Saturday, I have the night off." Y/N answered his first question, watching Chris relax his stiff posture and a smile of relief fill his face.

He turned to her as he took his phone out of his pants pocket, unlocking the screen and opening the contacts app.

"Can I get your number?" The boy asked, offering the device to the girl. "S-so we can schedule dinner." He added quickly, smiling awkwardly.

It had been so many years since he last had the courage to make a move on a girl, and he felt like a complete idiot. But that girl moved him in a different way, and Chris would do anything to get to know her better.

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ssprayberrythings · 9 months

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two worlds collide | LN4

lando norris x actress!reader / smau fic

fc: madelyn cline

warnings: none, i just enjoy overindulging with fluff

i got so carried away with this but honestly i’m proud of it so i hope you enjoy. also obx is one of my favourite shows which is why i decided on mads as my f/c so i could incorporate two of my passions !!

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bored of these hotel rooms

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iloveynyl: SHES STUNNING

ynsluvrr: IM DROOLING SHES SO PRETTY

iloveyn: I WANT TO MARRY HER

fanofyn: HOW IS SHE SINGLE

╰ ynismylife: BEATS ME, I WOULD DATE HER IN A HEARTBEAT

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caption: made it back home in enough time for the race 🏎️

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📍charleston, north carolina

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the girls are back

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ynfan: Y/N ONE CHANCE PLEASE

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user7: cant tell if i want to be them or be with them

yourusername: i was missing you big time 🫂

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y/n seen out with madison bailey the other night. happy to see the two outer banks co stars hangout even during their time off

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📍las vegas, nevada

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thanks y/n for being famous and taking me with you to cool events 🎰

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ynfan: AHHHH THEYRE IN LAS VEGAS

user2: wish my best friend was famous, must be nice

ynislife: wait does anyone know if the grand prix for f1 is happening this weekend too? cause y/n is an f1 fan and thAT WOULD BE SO COOL IF SHE WENT

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╰ ynislife: omg OMG omg OMG

yourusername: you’re welcome, no one else i’d rather have by my side 😘

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╰ yourbestfriend: super excited !!

╰ redbullracing: thanks for joining us as a guest of red bull :)

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what a great weekend in las vegas full of so much excitement with both of our drivers making podium, getting to see lots of stars come out & once again securing another win under our belt towards that final championship. keep up the good work everyone 🏆

#RedBullRacing #LasVegasGP

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f1updates: people in paddock this weekend said Y/N was so happy to be there and was so grateful for the opportunity

yourusername: thank you again for having me. its a weekend i’ll never forget !

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ynismylove: is no one talking about lando being in red bull’s likes ?? is that normal ??

╰ verstappenmaxfan: im not too sure now that i think about it

Max was quietly scrolling on his phone after the Las Vegas grand prix, enjoying some down time before the final race of the season . He was just absently looking on tiktok when he received a phone call from none other than Lando.

“Lando, mate how are you doing after the Las Vegas grand prix?” Max asked, knowing Lando had been taken to medic after his nasty crash at the recent grand prix

“I’m good, still a bit sore but I’ve gotten the clear to race in the upcoming race so I’m looking forward to that” Lando explained “Thats not why I’m calling though” he continued

“Oh. What’s up then?” Max asked slightly confused

“Y/N Y/L/N was at the Las Vegas grand prix and you met her? How was she? She got invited by Red Bull, how did that work? Is she as pretty in person as she is on social media?” Lando rambled on

“Lando take a breath” Max chuckled “But yes she was there, invited by Red Bull. I think they just reached out to her and asked if she wanted to come. How is she? Dude I don’t know, she’s nice, kept thanking everyone for the invitation, she told us she’s a massive F1 fan which was cool” Max answered the boys questions

“And as for her looks, I have a girlfriend however yes she looks the same in person as she does in the media” He rolled his eyes even if Lando couldn’t see him. “Why are you so curious?” He asked his friend trying to understand where all this was coming from

“She’s been one of my biggest celebrity crushes and I was so looking forward to hopefully getting to meet her when I found out she’d be there but then I crashed” He chuckled slightly at how much he sounded like a little kid “Then I saw you met her and just wanted to see what she was like” He explained to Max

Max let out a laugh before answering the younger driver “Well Mate, you should have McLaren invite her to the final race of the season, this way you’ll get to meet her” Max suggested “Im sure she’ll accept, I believe she said filming for her show hasn’t started yet so she’s available” He explained to Lando

“Ohhh maybe I’ll mention it to the admin team” Lando said more as a thought than a concrete response “Anyways I have to go, Oscar and I are filming a PR video. Thanks Max, see you in a couple days” Lando said before hanging up before Max could say anything else

Max just laughed “Bye to you to” he said out loud before going back to scrolling on his phone.

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thanks mclaren for inviting me this weekend especially for the last race of the season. i had such a pleasure getting to meet everyone. cant wait for the 2024 season🧡

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╰ user4: wait is this lando flirting?

╰ user14: LANDO NORRIZ MAY ACTUALLY HAVE RIZ

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╰ ynfanforlife: omMGGGGG WAIT I NEED TO KNOW WHAT LANDO DID IN ORDER TO WIN OUR GIRL OVER

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my life recently on film 🎞️

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ynfan: OMG OBX X F1 CROSSOVER

ynxf1lovers: OMG MY FAVES

yourbestfriend: crazy time in sin city 🎰🍹🪩

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f1wagupdates: i know she’s not an official wag but can we make an exception cause i need to see y/n at more races

╰ user4: AGREED ^

╰ ynloverr: A MOOD !!!

oscarpiastri: youre such a vibe

╰ yourusername: thank you thank you, i try

╰ landonorris: send me the film pics, i need them for the .jpg account

╰ yourusername: you got it !

landonorris: i feel so honoured to be featured on here

╰ yourusername: you should, only the people i really like get posted

╰ landonorris: is that you admitting you like me? ive been swooned

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user4: WOOO EVERYONE WAKE UP LANDO POSTED ON THE .JPG ACCOUNT

landoobsessed: OMGGGG THESE PHOTOS ARE STUNNING

ynfanforlife: OMG Y/N IS STUNNING AS ALWAYS

oscarpiastri: its giving soft launch

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user4: SO ARE WE ALL FREAKING OUT OR IS IT JUST ME

╰ user5: I AM TOO

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╰ user15: ME X4

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╰ yourusername: ITS NOT A RELATIONSHIP….I MEAN NOT YET

╰ yourbestfriend: OMGGGGG

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certified lover girl

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ynfan: SHES GLOWING FOR REAL

landoandynaremyparents: PLEASE JUST TELL ME YOU AND LANDO ARE DATING SO I CAN REST IN PEACE

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oscarpiastri: Y/N LANDOS REACTION TO THIS WAS PRICELESS, YOU CAUGHT HIM SO OFF GUARD

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╰ landonorris: OSCAR GET OUT…again

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kissed by the sun☀️💋

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landonorris: wait when did you take that photo ?

╰ yourusername: when you had a zoom call with the team & you thought i was napping 🤭

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╰ landonorris: when we’re both ready, its fun doing this and seeing how people react, yourself included

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ask and you shall receive; yes we’re dating 🧡

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landonorris: now i can publicly comment on how much i adore you

╰ yourusername: youre such a simp, i love it, never stop

╰ landonorris: don’t plan on it

╰ oscarpiastri: not looking forward to third wheeling once the season starts up again

╰ landonorris: HAHAHA that sounds like a you problem

╰ yourusername: OSC IGNORE HIM, WE LOVE YOU

╰ landonorris: BABEEEEE

yourbestfriend: can he fight ? cause if he hurts you, i go full bestie protective mode

╰ yourusername: HAHAHAH i appreiciate you, more than you know

╰ landonorris: i don’t plan on hurting her, you have my word 🫡

╰ yourbestfriend: good answer

ynfan: THEY REALLY ARE THE CUTEST

f1wagupdates: NEW WAG, I REPEAT NEW WAG ADDED TO THE LIST!!!

user4: CANT WAIT FOR THE Y/N PADDOCK CONTENT ONCE RACES START

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found my other half 🫂

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╰ landonorris: STOP GET OUT

╰ yourusername: wait WHAT DOES HE MEAN? TELL ME

╰ landonorris: no

╰ yourusername: pleaseeeeeeee

╰ landonorris: respectfully, no

╰ yourusername: 😠

You looked up from your phone, eyeing Lando across the room also on his phone “what is Max talking about?” You asked him this time in person

“Nothing” he said not looking up from his phone

You got up, going to sit next to him “Babe, c’mon I’m sure it is nothing, I just want to know” you explained, you were just curious

Lando looked up from his phone meeting your eyes “Okay fine” he said as he locked his phone and turned his body to be facing you “Its really not a big deal but before you and I met, even before you got invited by Mclaren, I reached out to Max cause I had seen at the Las Vegas grand prix you met eachother” he started

“And I was kind of upset, maybe even a little jealous that I crashed out and didn’t get the chance to meet you, so I called Max and asked what you were like” He chuckled to himself, it sounded funnier saying this out loud

“Okay but why were you upset you didn’t get to meet me?” You asked, not fully understanding what he was getting at

“You were one of my biggest celebrity crushes” He told you a small blush appearing on his face “Which is why when I didn’t get to meet you after Vegas, I may have mentioned to someone on the admin team to reach out and invite you to the last race of the season” He finished

“Wait so you already had a crush on me before we even met? Lando thats so cute” You smiled at him “I get why Max commented that now, you really were the mastermind, I’m impressed” You smirked

“Really? You don’t think its weird or anything?” He asked for reassurance

“Not at all” You told him, moving closer to him on the couch “If you hadn’t have done what you did, who knows if we’d be here right now” You explained smiling at him, Lando returning the same smile

“I cant imagine not having you in my life” He exclaimed, playing with the rings you had on your fingers “The feelings mutual” You told him leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back and cuddling into his side enjoying this moment.

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obx: y/n we couldn’t be happier for you and feel free to bring him around once filming starts, maybe we can sneak him in as a cameo 😉

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sillybilly01 · 4 months

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Begging ♡

18+ content

Afab used

Themes: Sub Stephen Glass, dom reader, work buddies, and slight dacryphilia

After a seemingly endless day at the office, reviewing and editing countless papers there is nothing more you wanted to do than go home and ignore everything and everyone around you. But unfortunately as you made your escape to your car you were stopped by your colleague, Stephen Glass.

You wouldn't say you're exactly friends with him but he was always nice enough. Even though he was painfully awkward and struggled to make connections within the office. You couldn't help but feel bad for him. Maybe that's how he convinced you to come to his apartment for drinks and how you ended up in his bedroom making out passionately on his bed after one too many.

His lips fumbled yours almost unsure of what to do. Eventually you pulled away.

"Can I take off your shirt?" You ask, toying with its collar.

Stephen starts nodding, almost frantically as you slowly unbutton his work shirt.

"I've never done this before" he blurts out.

"It's okay I'll take care of everything" As you reassuringly kiss his temple.

Stephen by now has fumbled off his pants and boxers, laying completely naked on the bed. You quickly discard your clothing as well taking a sick pleasure in how his face contorts as you take off your bra. Slowly you reach over to your purse on his bed side table and take out a condom. He is almost completely hard and with a few strokes of your hand he is there, shivering at the touch.

"That feel good?"

"So so good" He stutters.

Once the condom is on you start kissing up his neck, making sure to leave marks. Then after teasing him a bit more you snap your hips down on to his. His head flies back, mouth open, groaning, and trying to place his hands around your waist. You continue this pace for awhile until you feel yourself coming close. You grab his hand from your waist and guide it to your clit. He rubs in circles eyes locked on you, still unsure of what to do. With the way he's staring up at you, his dick inside of you, and his inexperienced hands trying their best to pleasure you, you come undone. After your high is gone you get off him completely. You stand from the bed reaching for your bra.

"What are you doing?" He questions.

"Getting dressed"

"Why? we haven't finished"

"Yes we have" you reply shooting him a sickenly fake smile.

A moment passes as you continue to dress yourself.

"But I didn't cum"

"Is that my problem?"

He just continues to watch you, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Please" His voice cracking.

"You want me to help you out?"

"Please, I need you so bad" he squeaks.

You kneel back on the bed thumbs wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Okay" you mutter.

His face practically lights up. Followed by a million small thank yous. Your hand wraps around his dick as you begin jerking him up and down. You put him in your mouth using just your tongue to circle his tip. The stimulation sends him whining and holding onto the sheets. Pushing your head down you finally take it all in your mouth and start bobbing up and down his shaft. It doesn't take long for him to come down your throat. Finally coming up for air you admire his fucked out expression his messy brown hair, the pink flush in his cheeks, and the tears or sweat streaking down his face, you couldn't tell which it was.

#stephen glass #hayden christensen #stephen glass x reader #stephen glass smut #stephen glass x you #anakin smut #anakin x reader

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onsomenewsht · 5 months

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Helpless to the bass and faded light

About when she bribes you and you dance with her like a filled stadium isn't looking

》 Leah Williamson x Reader

》 words count: +1k

》 she took my arm / I don't know how it happened / we took the floor and she said

You don’t like football.

It’s quite a boring game if you stop to think about it for a moment. Two dozen and counting people running around a ball trying to kick it into a huge net.

Not something you look forward to sit through for almost two hours.

Despite your father’s best efforts, you being his only kid and his only hope to pass down his passion, the sport never managed to interest you long enough to care.

You even found yourself in the stands of your dad’s favourite club’s home more times than you’re able to remember, going beyond yourself and cheering when the other people around you did.

The things you do to make your parents proud.

How you managed to have the English captain wrapped around your finger, regardless of your well-known dislike for her biggest passion and purpose in life, is still a mystery for your families and friends.

“Pretty please, just this one”

“Oh, shut up!”, you hit her arm and push her off you, both still naked.

You can’t believe your girlfriend is actually trying to bribe you with sex, not even waiting for you to fully recover before asking to go to the game.

“No, you ruined the mood”, you state as the blonde tries to kiss you again.

The huge grin of her beautiful face is quite dangerous, she can win you over so easily and you both know it.

Leah rises off the bed to retrieve a warm cloth from the bathroom and a clean shirt from the closet. You accept her attention, she’s always caring when it comes to you, but you’re pretty sure the extra effort has a not-so-subtle second purpose.

“You can’t buy me so easily, Williamson”

She can.

“It’s a really important game, my love”

“For who?”

“For me?”, she tries as she slots herself under your open arm, a grin hidden between your neck and the pillow.

“I barely bear you playing”

“You love watching me play”

“I love you, period”

Leah knows how much you think the sport is boring, going way out of your comfort zone just to cheer her. She feels immensely supported when she finds your big smile in the stands, wrapped in one of her jerseys.

It’s not that difficult for you to sit and admire your girlfriend in her element, focusing more on her movements and attitude than paying attention to the actual game.

What you find quite annoying is enduring Arsenal’s men’s team.

The defender’s fingers on your side are slowly soothing you in a compromising position, too relaxed and smitten to keep denying her anything. You know she doesn’t need much more to lure you into her trap and, unfortunately for you, she’s perfectly aware too.

When the blonde’s lips find the particularly sensitive spot on the base of your neck, you’re doomed.

You’re glad your father is already dead or you’d have killed him as you take your seat in the Emirates Stadium, surrounded by the Gunners’ colours. Your girlfriend’s name on your back could be the final nail.

The things you do to make your lover happy.

“You know I love you, right?”

“You better never forget this”, you quip back.

The English captain has been looking forward to this game for weeks now, you couldn’t have been able to turn her down in spite of it all.

She doesn’t need to know though, you didn’t accept to spend one of your date nights watching the North West London derby for free.

“Maybe you will enjoy it at the end”

Nice try, you will not.

“You know, my dad was a West Ham supporter”

“Could have been worse”, she smiles at you, reaching for your hand.

Talking about your father is getting easier as time finally moves forward and your grief keeps changing its shape. Compared to the abyssal black hole it felt like the first year and a half, its progress.

Leah didn’t meet him, crushing in your life a couple of months after his passing, but she managed to find a space in your heart that keeps growing despite all your fears.

They could have hit so well, bonding over their shared passion for the sport and their never-ending determination to make you happy.

You told her some stories about him, mostly memories to make your girlfriend understand how stubborn and passionate he was about the thing he cared about.

The one thing you all have in common.

“Yeah, he used to gift me a West Ham jersey every year on Bobby Moore’s birthday”

Leah’s laugh managed to overcome the buzzing atmosphere of the stadium, making you feel like she was the reason all the people around you were cheering. You sure think so.

“He sounds like an incredible father”

“Football obsession aside, he was good”

When you turn to look at her, the blonde’s eyes are already on you and the smile on her face is enough to warm your heart.

The first goal coming within five minutes has you quite engaged in what’s happening on the pitch, you even drag your girlfriend in a kiss as you both rise from your seats to celebrate.

Your commitment declined quite easily after that, more entertained by Leah’s reactions than the actual game. You nod in amusement every time she tries to talk you through one of her analyses, placing a hand on her thigh to stop her from standing up every time the ball is somehow close to the box.

The second half is more eventual, at least that’s what you can understand by the excitement the defender and the people in the stands around you seem to radiate.

You’re not clueless, you’re perfectly aware a five-nil win against Chelsea is quite the result. You care enough to think you can’t wait to go home - Leah is always in the mood for a private celebration when her team triumphs, especially over another London club.

“Can we go now?”, you ask as soon as the referee whistles three times, declaring the end of your and the Blues’ torture.

Leah’s happiness is contagious, so you’re not mad when she drags you in her arms to join her cheers and enthusiastic dance. It takes you less than a second to indulge her, letting the blonde spin you around and matching her excitement.

When she dips you and seals the move with a kiss the laugh that rises out of you is genuine and loud.

At first, neither of you notice the stadium’s camera pointed in your direction, recording your little moment of pure bliss in each other’s arms.

Looking back at it, as all your friends sent you the viral video, you know Leah saw you two on the big screen and went along with her little cocky display of affection and excitement for the victory.

You’re sure your father could be laughing at it too, despite the colors you’re wearing.

fine.

#woso x reader #leah williamson x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso community #lw6 #woso #here we are #short and sweet #i hope you enjoy it #my wo(rd)so

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blissfullyapillow · 1 year

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₊˚⊹You being a complete degenerate around your boyfriend and very vulgar, but he loves it (he’ll never admit it though)

₊˚⊹fem reader

₊˚⊹wc: 4,764~

₊˚⊹Characters: Dan Heng (+ Imbibitor Lunae), Alhaitham, Neuvillette, Zhongli, Welt, Kaeya

₊˚⊹Warnings: NSFW MDNI, virgin reader (Welt), lots of teasing, thigh riding, cockwarming, two dicks (Zhongli), reader receiving oral, reader is referred to as wife (Kaeya)

₊˚⊹Pillow Talks: Inspired by the many horny Dan Heng Imbibitor Lunae & Neuvillette fics I’ve been reading

๋࣭ ⭑Masterlist

Dan Heng ♡

༺♡༻

•You were bad enough when he was just another human to you, but when you discovered Imbibitor Lunae?

•The things you said to him would make even the most suave individual flustered

•He likes it though. Even though he pretends to be unbothered.

“Dan Heng, please.” Your begging falls on deaf ears as he continues to browse through the data bank.

“Silence. I will indulge your.. desires, once I have found what I’m searching for.” His grumbled reply fails to deter you.

“What you need to be searching for is my clit instead of-“ The rest of your sentence is cut off by a hand.

Your eyes glance up from his hand to his face, and his eyes glance every which way except in your direction.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop being so vulgar?” He sounds exasperated, annoyed even, yet he slowly pulls his hand away from your mouth knowing you’ll continue.

A smirk lifts your lips as you lean into him, pressing your soft chest against his firm one. You hear the breath he sucks in as his hands find purchase on your hips.

“Don’t you think about me Dan Heng? In the same way I think about you?” Your seductive words elict a pained groan from him, but he remains unmoving in his stance.

"Of course I do. I think about you ceaselessly.” Dan Heng’s husky voice is rapt with desire, and you to rub your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the tension. You can already feel how wet your panties are, but you want Dan Heng to be the one to make that discovery.

“Then let’s-“ “Not until I update the data bank. I stopped partway through the last time you distracted me, and I still need to update the data bank with our recent discoveries from our last endeavor.”

Alright, he’s still not budging, but you can tell you’re starting to have an effect on him.

Let’s try a different approach.

“If I masturbate right now, will that get you in the mood?” Your eyes shine with delight when his blue orbs finally land on you, and you can see the barely concealed passion within his gaze.

“Or do you want to fuck me in front of a mirror? We can watch as I slowly sink down on your cock and I ride you nice and slow, just how you like it. Remember the last time I did that? You made the prettiest sounds for me Dan Heng~ Oh, and I know you like it when my nails scratch your back. I promise I’ll leave more marks this time….” As you speak, your hand trails along his arm, squeezing his bicep as your lidded eyes remain locked with his.

His stoic facade cracks slightly, his lips quirking upwards before it quickly returns to its neutral position.

Ah, but you finally feel something poking at you.

Progress.

“Hm? It seems like you like that idea.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders now, and slide your leg in between his.

He grunts, allowing you to do so.

Now your entire body is all but draped across Dan Heng, and you slowly rub your thigh up and down his clothed erection.

His eyes fall shut and a quiet moan escapes his pretty lips.

“Hmm? What was that sweetheart? I couldn’t hear you properly.” You whisper the words against the shell of his ear, teasing him, and you relish the way his hips rut against your thigh.

“I—…data….update….”The few words he manages to mutter come out broken and borderline incoherent.

“Hm?”

You have him right where you want him.

You suddenly remove yourself from him, and proceed to straighten yourself out. You struggle to conceal your smile as you adjust your clothes.

When you look up at Dan Heng, you’re met by a beautiful sight. He’s a bit confused, panting, and his entire face is flushed along with his ears. His erection is entirely evident, and a wet spot can be seen on his pants.

“I understand. You need to update the data bank right? I’ll leave you to it. Sorry for bothering you.” You send him a faux look of remorse as you turn around, ready to leave.

You only manage to take two steps away before you feel his arms roughly pull you back.

He all but slams you against the wall as his lips effortlessly slot against yours. You’re almost embarrassed by how loud your moan is.

This time, his leg is the one to slot between yours. His tongue wastes no time in bypassing your lips to explore your wet cavern, and his leg between your thighs are soon replaced by his hips.

He ruts his clothed arousal over you, and your body shivers at the delicious friction against your cunt.

Dan Heng pulls away momentarily, and desperate gasps leave him as he catches his breath.

You smile a victorious little grin at him. Your ears don’t miss the low growl he emits. “kiss me again, but- mphh!" He doesn’t let you finish your thought.

You soon find yourself on top of his futon, with his body hovering over yours.

"Lay down for me love, and let me do you how you deserve.”

Oh.

༺♡༻

Imbibitor Lunae ⋆˙⟡♡

“I wonder how many times you can make me cum with just your tail alone?” Your words cause him to stutter, and his flushed face meets your serious expression.

You’re currently situated on his lap, your hands permanently clued to his horns.

Why did he hide this form from you??

He looks gorgeous as the Dan Heng you know and love, but Imbibitor Lunae??

…

You’re one lucky girl.

He coughs, looking away from you. His fingers find the hem of your shirt, and they fumble with the material as your fingers firmly rub the base of his horns.

In lieu of a response, he chokes out a groan, as his body trembles in pleasure under you.

“That feels good. Keep going.” Even though his words aren’t inherently sexual, they cause your face to flush with warmth. You oblige his request, and your fingers lightly graze along the tips of his horns.

This time you feel more than hear the rumbling in his chest. He quickly buries his head into the crook of your neck, and you feel his canines brush along the skin there.

You whimper his name as your hands fall from his horns.

He doesn’t like that.

He growls, and his tail quickly manifests itself to wrap around your torso, holding you firmly in place.

“Did I say you can stop?” His voice is commanding. It’s a stark contrast from his usual sweetness, but it turns you on nonetheless.

“No.” Your response is simple and matter of fact, yet you make no move to resume your previous ministrations on his horns.

You jump when his hips suddenly buck against yours, and he uses the tip of his tail to slip past your undergarments.

A sharp gasp leaves you when you feel his tail brush along your folds, slick with arousal.

“You’re this wet for me already? I’ve hardly touched you, yet.” Dan Heng mocks you with a cocky smirk on his lips.

Instead of slipping his tail past your folds he pulls it back. He removes your clothes with inhuman speed, and his clothes soon fall into the same pile with yours.

His tail wraps around one of your legs, spreading you open for him.

He wastes no time in dipping his head between your legs, and licking a long stripe up your folds to your clit.

You moan his name, and your hands cling to his horns to ground yourself.

He growls. "I want you to be louder, my love." And his tongue works in earnest to give you the mind numbing pleasure you deserve.

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Alhaitham ⋆｡˚

•This man is having none of it, yet he subtlety encourages your behavior. In his own little way.

•On the off chance you catch him off guard you’ll get a cute, surprised little sound out of him

•Most of the time though, he doesn’t care. If he’s in the mood, he’ll indulge you. If not, he’ll just let you talk as he continues to do his own thing. He’ll still listen though, and put your ideas into action when he’s feeling more up to it.

“Don’t you have something else you need to be doing? Surely there are other ways to productively spend your free time.” Alhaitham clicks his tongue as his hand flips a page of his book.

You’ve been pestering him during said leisure time, poking at him, touching him, and you even invited yourself to sit on his lap.

He let you, yet he hasn’t looked up from the pages of his book.

Thankfully for you, he chose to wrap his strong arms around you as he continued to read.

“I don’t have something else I need to be doing, but I have someone I could be doing right now.”

You swear you see his lips quirk into a little grin, but the sight is gone as soon as it appeared.

“Is sitting on my lap not enough for you? I’m clearly occupied with important matters right now.” Alhaitham does not humor you, and his eyes scour the words on the page before his hand flips it over once more.

“Well I don’t particularly mind just sitting on your lap.. but why don’t we make things interesting? You can keep reading your book, and I can get what I want out of it too. It’s a win-win situation.” You propose your idea.

Alhaitham finally looks up from his book, a knowing glint in his eyes, but he humors you anyway.

“And what might that be?”

You smirk.

“What do you say to having my warm hole comfortably wrapped around your dick as you read? I promise I won’t move… well, no promises-but-!” “Go ahead.”

You’re almost surprised at how quickly he agrees and how nonchalant he sounds about it, but you’re not going to deny yourself.

That’s how you find yourself cockwarming Alhaitham as he continues to read. One of his hands firmly rests against your lower back, drawing soothing circles onto the skin.

You groan when you feel the way his dick jumps inside of you when you squirm.

“I thought you said you’d stay still?” Alhaitham teases you. “I did say no promises!” “But I agreed to do this on the condition that you’d be silent, correct?” You don’t have a retort to that since he’s right.

Alhaitham decided, once you were fully seated on his lap with his dick inside of you, that he would only continue to indulge you if you remained silent.

Then he proceeded to bounce his leg at random intervals and change position as he read, even though he wasn’t doing any of those things before you started cockwarming him.

“You’re a jerk. You know that?”

His smug grin shows you he damn well knows that already.

"Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?" Alhaitham chuckles, choosing to ignore your statement.

"Make me shut up then."

Oh, now that got his attention.

He shuts his book abruptly, and all of his attention turns to focus on you.

"You're wearing way too many clothes for what I have in mind." His says this matter of factly, and his fingers now toy with the hem of your clothes.

“Then take them off me.” You retort.

“You’ll have to get off my lap for me to do so, and I believe that’s not an option you’re willing to explore right now.”

Damn. He’s right.

“If I get off your lap can I cum on your face?” He rolls his eyes at your bold proposal.

“Only if you sit on my face. Not hover, sit.” His voice is huskier now, and his hand on your lower back pulls you closer to him.

“So you’ll fuck me with your tongue then? And I’ll get to see your lips slick with my cum?” Your words are sultry, and all too tempting for Alhaitham.

This time he audibly groans, and his dick jumps once again inside of you.

You squeeze him in reply.

That action alone is enough for Alhaitham’s lips to seek yours, and his tongue leaves no area inside your mouth unexplored.

When you begin to move your hips against his, he nibbles your lower lip in warning before his hands rest on your hips to hold you still.

You pull away with a pout, and he shakes his head at you in scolding.

“Not until you sit on my face. I need to taste you.”

…

Well, at least he isn’t reading his book anymore

༺♡༻

Neuvillette 𓆩♡𓆪

•Your words will either fluster him or you’ll get zero reaction. There’s no in between.

•Depending on what you say he’s either really soft and sweet or very demanding and rough. Whatever you’re both in the mood for honestly.

"I miss you in between my legs" You whisper against his ear.

He coughs and chokes a bit on the beverage he was drinking.

You gently pat his back, and he takes a moment to compose himself.

“I can spread myself nice and pretty for you sweetheart. Would you like that?” Your lips brush against his sensitive ear, and you press a lingering kiss right below it.

You adore the pink hue on his cheeks, along with the tight grip he has on the small cup in his hand.

“If you want we can start slow? I can just use your thighs, I can cum without you touching me. Can I get a reward if I do? Please?” You pathetically beg Neuvillette to ride his thigh, and your mouth begins to trail sloppy kisses down his neck.

He’s speechless, and frankly a bit turned on.

He refuses to respond right away as he contemplates your words.

“My love..” He starts. You perk up, temporarily stopping your onslaught of kisses. “Yes?” With that one word, uttered breathlessly, you manage to sound needy, desperate, and horny; you can’t bring yourself to care.

"Your wish is my command." His statement is followed by the gentle grip of his hands on your sides. He leisurely guides you onto his lap.

Once you’re positioned comfortably on one of his thighs, he spreads them a bit.

You glance down between his thighs, licking your lips as you fantasize about the beautiful dick you’ve had the honor of seeing many times now.

Neuvillette notices your intense gaze. He uses his fingers to gently lift your chin to look into his eyes. “You won’t get what you want unless you work for it. Be a good girl and pleasure yourself on my thigh.” A shiver runs down your spine from Neuvellite’s light praise, and you immediately get to work.

Your hands anchor themselves to his shoulders, and you start to move.

Neuvillette’s hands on your waist stops you, and your expression is now one of confusion.

“How do you expect to feel me properly through this bothersome fabric?” Neuvillette tsks. His hands slowly move up your body, stopping on your chest to give it a playful squeeze.

Your breath hitches and your hips move on his thigh in response.

“You need to strip first, so you can feel everything I have to offer you.” His words are hot, and they only make you more excited.

His iron grip on your person prevents you from getting off on his thigh, so you carefully strip as he watches you with lidded eyes.

You manage to remove all your articles of clothing, and you maneuver your legs to slide your panties off of you.

Before you can toss them to the side, Neuvillette grabs your panties from you and stuffs them away. “I’ll be keeping that. Now, show me what you can do my pretty girl.” He commands. His hands begin to wander as you begin humping his thigh in earnest.

A salacious moan leaves your lips as the fabric of his clothes create delightful friction against your clit. Your hips increase their pace, and you make sure to voice how much you’re enjoying this.

Your ears pick up Neuvellite’s groan, and he leans into you. You gasp, your hands clutching his shoulders, as his tongue runs along your now hardened nipple.

His mouth closes around the bud, and you feel the delightful flick of his tongue on your nipple once more.

He makes sure to show the other the same amount of attention with his fingers.

Pleasure racks your body at Neuvillette’s ministrations. A sound of surprise leaves you when Neuvillette bounces his thigh a bit, and you feel the muscles there tighten.

Neuvillette pulls away from your nipple to lovingly gaze at your expression of pleasure. “You make the prettiest sounds for me, Angel.” Then his mouth is on your other nipple.

He has to equally show both of them just how much he loves them, after all.

༺♡༻

Zhongli ‎♡‧₊˚

•It surprised him at first but he quickly grew used to it

•He finds it fun at times, and may even indulge you a bit

•other times, you test his patience in the best way that you know he loves

“I know it slaps your thigh when you walk.” He whips his head around to gap at you.

Honestly this is normal when it comes to you, yet you still manage to catch him off guard from time to time.

Zhongli’s chuckle is low, and full of warning.

“My dear, do you really think you should be telling me this while we’re out in public? What if someone overhears you..” He gracefully moves closer to you as the both of you continue your journey home.

“I don’t mind.” You reply, as if his concern was your embarrassment and not the prospect of people hearing such lewd comments come from that pretty mouth of yours.

He sighs as he places your hand in his, but he makes no further comment.

“What are you going to do if I don’t stop? Punish me?” The way you ask him is much too eager for his liking.

��I’m not sure if you can handle another one of my punishments again so soon. Do you recall how you couldn’t walk for hours after your last punishment?” Zhongli’s words are firm, yet there’s a dangerous edge to them.

If you push it, you’ll get what you want.

So, you purposely pretend to ‘bump into him’ as you walk side by side, and you topple over onto him. He stops, helping to hold you up before you can fall to the ground.

He sounds a bit panicked as he asks “Are you okay dear? Do you need my assist…” The rest of the word dies in his throat when you place your hand on his crotch, using it as ‘leverage’ to lift yourself up.

You have the audacity to squeeze the area before you let go, straightening yourself once more.

To the public eye, you appear apologetic and overly remorseful as you apologize to your lover for “toppling over so suddenly.”

When you meet his gaze, his irises are stormy and his grip on your hand is tight.

Oh, he’s pissed.

“It is alright darling. Let us get you inside so I can make sure you are okay.” Zhongli sounds polite and even concerned as he quickly ushers you the rest of the short distance home, but you can read between the lines.

He’s going to ruin you.

As soon as the door to your shared abode is gently closed shut, and locked, your body is roughly slammed against the door.

Zhongli’s mouth is on yours and you barely have time to catch your breath. His hands begin to disrobe you, and you moan in his mouth as you kiss.

When he moves away his teeth gently pulls on your bottom lip, and it sends you into a frenzy.

“Do you always have to go out of your way to be too much for me to handle? It drives me crazy.” Zhongli growls the words against the shell of your ear.

You grin as your arms wrap around him, pulling him against you. “I try always to be too much for you." Your cheeky little grin only makes his gaze darken further, and that’s when you know you won’t be able to walk once he’s finished with you.

“By the way…” He whispers, his hands rest on your inner thigh as he waits to finish his statement.

“They do slap my thigh when I walk.”

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Welt ₊˚⊹♡⸝⸝

•Unruffled. Seriously. You can say the most lewd thing you can think of and at most he’ll send a small smile your way.

•More than happy to indulge you on whatever desires you have, he’s okay with experimenting.

•If you happen to catch him off guard with your words, you’ll catch the rare sight of a flustered Welt

“I’ve been wondering what it feels like to be stuffed to brim with someone’s cum. Could you enlighten me?” Your question is loud and clear, with no hesitation in your voice.

Welt slowly turns to face you, staring long and hard at you.

“I certainly could.. enlighten you on that matter, but are you sure this is something you really want?” Welt’s words are kind in nature, and he moves to sit beside you on his bed.

You’ve been in a relationship with Welt for a long time now, and he’s grown quite used to your.. expressive nature.

Even so, you’ve never actually partook in that activity with anyone before. Welt knew that, so although your words were very vulgar, and very true, he insisted that you two wait until you were sure you were ready.

Out of all the times Welt has offered to take care of you, you feel complete confidence that you’re ready to accept his offer now.

“I’m sure.” Your voice is self assured and full of confidence. Welt chuckles, and his hand moves to rest on your thigh. He doesn’t move it, but the weight of his hand is enough to soothe what little nerves you had.

“Alright then. Show me how you do it when you touch yourself. We can take it from there.”

Oh. Uh..

He looks at you, and he can only sigh. Your face says it all.

“You’ve never even touched yourself?” His words aren’t harsh nor reprimanding. If anything, he’s a bit surprised.

“I’ve just.. never had the urge to..?” You phrase it more like a question, but there’s truth in your words.

Welt says nothing as he moves to hover over you. You lie down on your back and look up at Welt. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was completely unbothered by everything, if not for the slight pinkness to his cheeks.

“We’ll start slow then. Can I touch you?” At your approval, Welt wastes no time in connecting your lips.

He starts slow, and soon you two build up to a heated make out session. Now, Welt’s hand slowly rubs up and down your thigh.

He waits until your tense muscles relax under his touch, and that’s when he slowly moves his hand towards your inner thigh.

He cautiously runs two of his fingers up your folds, still covered by the fabric of your clothes. You shiver and mewl, squeezing your legs together.

Welt’s hands firmly grasp your legs to spread them apart. His lips leave yours to speak to you.

“Now now, how am I supposed to make you feel good if you hide yourself? Let me help you out of this..” Welt strips you, with your watchful gaze on him the entire time, and soon you lay before him in only your bra and panties.

He strips himself down to his boxers so you don’t feel so uncomfortable being exposed.

He runs his fingers over your folds once more, and this time he can feel just how soaked your panties are.

Something akin to a grunt leaves him, and his fingers slowly remove your panties.

“You’re so wet just from making out. It makes me want to ruin you.”

His words make you clench around nothing.

Welt lowers himself to be situated in front of your now exposed cunt, and he lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders.

Your heart beats faster in your chest, and almost as if Welt senses this, he glances at you.

“No need to worry. I got you.” His words soothe something inside of you, but his tongue ignites a burning flame within you as it skillfully gathers up your slick arousal.

You cover your mouth with your hand, the feeling surprisingly pleasant.

“Does this feel good?” Welt’s words are a bit muffled as he talks while eating you out, and the vibrations of his voice makes your toes curl and your head fall back.

“Y-Yeah..” You moan.

You’re sure if you could see his face, you’d see a smile right now.

“Good. I’ll take care of you, just relax.”

And take care of you he did. Thoroughly.

༺♡༻

Kaeya ⋆˙⟡♡

•Honestly it’s hard to fluster this man with lewd words alone.

•If anything, it slowly turns into “try not to get flustered by Kaeya” as he becomes very handsy and equally, if not more, vulgar than you.

•He loves it when you talk to him like that though. Nothing turns him on more than you knowing what you want, and making sure he knows it too.

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." Kaeya’s sultry whisper isn’t enough to make you heed his command.

He’s currently pressed against you, and you’re trapped underneath him on your shared bed. “Oh, how tragic. My adorable wife won’t even spare a glance in my direction. Whatever shall I do?” You’re not falling for Kaeya’s faux sadness.

You can feel just how excited this situation makes him.

Said excitement rubs along your inner thigh, and you can feel the tip rub along your folds.

“Stop teasing and just put it in already.” You whine. If your eyes were open you’d see a wicked grin on his face.

“Now sweetheart, weren’t you the one who said you wanted me to.. hmm.. what was it again? ‘I want you to breed me full of your cum.’ ‘Don’t stop until I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.’ ‘Don’t bother teasing me back this time, use that smooth tongue of yours for something else.’ Were those not your exact words? Am I remembering things incorrectly, my lovely wife?” Kaeya’s smooth voice repeats your lewd words right back at you, against the shell of your ear.

His mouth occupies itself with nibbling on your earlobe before it moves to your neck. As he begins to harshly suck on the area, you know he’ll only continue until he finally gets what he wants out of you. So, you slowly open your eyes.

Almost as if he senses it, he finishes giving you a wonderful bruise on your neck before he pulls back to look at you.

“There’s my pretty girl.” His words are followed by the swift action of him stuffing you full with his cock.

Your moan is so loud he chuckles, and his hands trace circles along the skin of your hip.

He doesn’t move though. He stays completely still.

“I want to hear you beg.” He demands.

Your eyes take in his serious expression, and you know he’ll have no problem staying like this with you the whole night; He won’t move unless you do what he’s asked of you.

“I.. Kaeya..” You mutter softly, hesitant to beg.

“Hmm? What did my sweet little angel say? You’ll have to speak louder, so your doting husband can satisfy your needs. I can’t do that unless I know what those needs are though, right?”

Oh, this little shit.

“Kaeya, please stuff me full of your cum! Don’t stop until it’s leaking out, and even then keep giving me your seed. I need you Kaeya. You’re the only one who can satisfy me. Only you. Please..” Kaeya’s gaze darkens when your beautiful whines reach his ears, and he shifts a bit to better position himself.

“Arch your back for me.” Is all he says.

So you do, and thus begins a night full of love making.

He made good on your request and stuffed you full of his cum, and he made sure your hole didn’t let a single drop escape.

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victimsofyaoipoll · 11 months

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Finals

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Sakura Haruno

Her husband is gay and her author doesn't know how to write women. So many people say she's the worst but she. DESERVES. BETTER!!! Save her from this franchise.

My baby girl my bestie my best friend. She committed the crime of um being written by kishimoto who both doesn’t know how to write women and somehow writes men in the gayest way possible specifically naruto and sasuke. Like the thing is naruto and sasuke ARE gay and also she gets so much hate for the crime of kishimoto writing her one dimensionally in love with sasuke. I know her personally she is a butch lesbian to me just trust me she’s in love with Ino and has a lesbian thing going on with Karin okay just trust me. My everything. She needs to divorce the loveless lavender marriage she’s in

What is there to say, even? The OG Threat to my 90s anime brain, the only woman I've ever hated with such a passion she made me turn away from the color pink. I used to write fics with my friend where she got left behind on purpose so our OCs could join the Naruto and Sasuke team instead. I loathed this bitch until I was 16 and realized the author simply couldnt write women and decided it was time to make peace with Sakura. It is not her fault she's vaguely written and obsessive over Sasuke. She deserves better. Sasuke and Naruto still should be together and Sakura shouldnt be with Sasuke but I no longer believe this because I hate Sakura, it is because I love her. She deserves a spouse who will actually put in the time to treat her like the hero she is.

Misa Amane

she gets treated in-canon the way fandoms treat female characters that Threaten an m/m ship. it's like, "oh why don't you go sit in the corner and be pretty, misa, while the Men have intelligent conversation and pretend they aren't ten seconds from fucking each other, doesn't that sound nice?" it's infuriating. and MAYBE it's better now but i remember her getting treated the same way in fanfiction too, like we all need to do just as badly by our female secondary characters as fucking tsugumi ohba, but with the added insult of making her be alternately oblivious of the relationship between light and L or actively trying to sabotage it—incompetently, of course, because god forbid misa be allowed dignity or moments of cleverness.

she's one of the first characters I think of when I consider old school fandom misogyny. The annoying bitch and clingy crazy gf allegations were AFTER HER ASS. She's also a lot more intelligent than people gave her credit for, but most seem inclined to take the Very Biased word of our unreliable, narcissistic narrator and his homoerotic arch nemesis and claim that just because she's bubbly and into romance that she's also a complete moron. Which is blatantly untrue. Everyone was afraid of Misa girlbossing too hard. Killing people and devoting yourself to the deranged twink of your dreams even though you know he'll never love you back??? Having a hardcore goth aesthetic and being so Hot even literal Death Gods are into you?? God forbid women do ANYTHING!

Not only is she the victim of yaoi culture, she is the victim of early 2000s misogyny by an author that wanted to introduce a girl character because he knew his male rivals were getting too homoerotic. She is a goth bimbo icon who portrays what I think is one of the few callouts for stan culture and what parasocial relationships can do to both the stan and the idol. The fact that she is a toxic fan of Kira and also hot, funny, sociable is tragic in its own way, which I think the author did try to touch on but was too misogynistic too really get through. Of course, she was reduced to villain status by the fandom and anime alike because she got in the way of the supposed romance in their psychological horror anime

#poll #finals #sakura haruno #naruto #misa amane #misa misa #death note

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br7ght · 8 months

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i love you (i'm sorry) lucy bronze x reader

summary: You and Lucy have been sleeping with each other for months, you're convinced that there's something between you both but if you're right you know you're going to have to break her heart.

warnings: soft sex, fingering, praise, angst, i'm so sorry in advance

pairing: lucy bronze x reader

word count: 3k

smut 18+

Once again based on this ask here! maybe @occasionallyaurora and I are becoming the best duo out there, who knows...

Lucy’s hand was stroking through the back of your hair instead of squeezing around your neck, making you hum nicely instead of whining against her grip. Her head was nestled between your shoulder and your neck, placing gentle kisses up the length of your throat, ending up with a singular peck against your ear lobe. This was different.

You were both undressed underneath your duvet covers, bodies slowly moulding together as you moved in such rhythm with one another that you were basically one person. There was a real warmth between you both, one that was passionate and gentle rather than a heat filled with lust and adrenaline. Her fingers were tracing your stomach, the confidence draining from the older woman as you felt her hands tremble as they worked down your body.

“Is everything okay, love?” You question, grabbing onto her hand and forcing her to look at you. All of your worries were instantly removed when you were met with that smile that made you sleep with her in the first place.

“Sweetheart, I’m okay, I just want to take tonight slowly,” She said, her voice almost a whisper, “I want to take the time to really worship you, exactly how you deserve.” Lucy was definitely a talker, obviously she was good in bed, but her words alone could take you over the edge. She knew how to make your cheeks flush red, making you hide your face in the bed sheets which she enjoyed pulling you out of. You nod almost immediately and she continues to smile at you, rewarding her with a smile of your own back. She shook her head in pure happiness and disbelief that she got the chance to have you like this.

Her hand continued its path down your body, making you react to every single touch she placed against your burning skin. You weren’t used to having everything dragged out for so long, you’d been sleeping together for about 6 months now and usually it was all the same. You’d find any place you could and clothes would be ripped off, the sex would be rough and she’d have you screaming her name within minutes. As much as you loved that dynamic between you, this was better than anything you could’ve imagined and it had barely even started yet.

You felt her hands between your thighs, gently spreading your thighs open so she had full access to you. Even these touches were soft and careful, patiently waiting for your hips to jerk up against her hand as she cupped your arousal.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Lucy grinned as she felt your wetness soak into her hand, not giving you any friction that you were desperately pleading for.

“Your fingers, please, anything.” You gulped, your bottom lip between your teeth as she scanned the length of your body before finally giving into you. Usually she could have you waiting and begging for as long as she wanted, knowing that she was completely in control, never usually giving you a decider in the evenings activities.

“I’ll do everything you ask for my love.” She smiles, her face beaming down over you as her fingers gathered at your arousal, dragging it upwards until she found your swollen clit, gently circling her fingertips over the top of it. You groaned deeply, your legs opening wider as she continued loose motions against you, each swipe of your bud making you pull her body closer to yours. You reached up for a kiss, and when your lips connected it felt completely different, it wasn’t desperate, it was like you had been created to kiss one another. Your lips moved with hers in complete union as her tongue traced your lip, begging, which you allowed and as she explored your mouth she edged her fingers towards your entrance.

“Please Lucy.” That was all she needed, dipping her finger through your folds and working herself into you, listening intensely to the way you gasped at the feeling of being filled by her. She held her hand still for a moment before pulling out and thrusting gently back into you. You were already whining and she loved how loud you were when she was inside of you, making it one of her favourite things to do.

“That's it, good girl.” She praises and your heart stops for a moment, she’d rarely called you that and you swore it doubled the arousal that was pooling into the palm of her hand. You looked up at her with such intense desire that she knew she’d hit the right spot, both physically and vocally. “Keep making those little sounds, my pretty girl.”

She started pumping her fingers quicker into you now, repositioning her hand so her thumb could brush up against your neglected clit. The contact making you a moaning mess beneath her hand. She never spoke to you like this, her voice deep and calming and you wrapped your hand around the back of her neck, just wanting to touch her.

“Luce, Luce.” You call out, her fingers pumping quicker into you, the circles around your clit becoming more precise, slowly adding more pressure as she felt your body tremble beneath her. She stroked your hair behind your ear, planting a kiss against your cheek as you called out for her, “Lucy, I’m close, please don’t stop.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, princess.” She smirked, not a daring or evil smirk, but one that told you that she was obsessed with the way she could make you feel. She continued what she was doing, driving you closer and closer to tumbling over the edge, all of her kisses up and down your body taking you closer. Your moans started becoming more high pitched, your legs barely able to hold themselves open as her fingers thrusted harshly in and out of you. “Come for me darling, show me how good I make you feel.”

With that you were moaning her name, your body shaking through the orgasm that was even more intense than the ones that came from her usual rough and dominating nights. She continued to thrust into you, not stopping her thumb drawing small circles around your throbbing bundle of nerves as you rode out your climax. Even with your eyes slammed shut you could feel the awe inspired gaze that she had on your body as she watched you finish on her fingers.

“Fuck, you look so pretty when you come for me.” Lucy whispered into the shell of your ear, the warmth of her breath giving you goosebumps as she retracted her fingers, bringing them up to her mouth to taste you against her tongue.

You were basically speechless, you’d never experienced an orgasm like that with Lucy before, one that you didn’t have to beg for, one that felt like it was filled with care and compassion. “Lucy, that was so perfect.” You hummed against her neck as she pulled the covers back over your, keeping you warm against her body. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked like she was settling down to go to sleep and she laughed at your reaction.

“What are you looking so confused about, hm?” Lucy teases, outstretching her arm and letting you roll into her hold, settling your head against her chest as her hand into your hair again, stroking gently through your locks.

“It’s usually just not over this quickly, not that I’m complaining or anything.” You giggle nervously, her gaze locking with yours.

“We have plenty of time to have more nights like that baby, but this one felt too perfect to mess it up now.” Her words were sincere, yet your heart starts racing faster at the one word that stood out to you, time. You hadn’t told her yet, you thought it was going to be an easy announcement to make, but after tonight there was no way you could tell her now. Her eyes were already struggling to stay open as she found comfort in holding you against her body.

You shut your eyes in pretence, wanting to make sure she didn’t feel like there was something wrong. Once they’d been shut for a few minutes you felt her lean over you, placing a kiss against your forehead. You swear you could hear her mumble something into your skin but you chose to ignore it, your head just spinning with the news you had yet to tell her, knowing that it was going to have to be soon, and now knowing it was going to be harder than you first thought.

—-

When you awoke you were in your bed alone, and you sighed a breath of relief. As much as you adored last night, it felt too much like something that was going to make breaking the news to her so much harder than before. Lucy rarely brought emotions into your casual relationship, but last night was so perfectly blissful that you had really started to panic. Now as you lay in the bed on your own you realised that she must’ve just been in a softer mood than usual, just wanting something to fulfill her emotional feelings that night.

After a few moments you wrapped yourself up in an oversized jumper, putting on some socks before heading down to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast for the day ahead. As soon as you made it halfway down the stairs you could hear someone clattering about in your kitchen so you sped up in order to see who it was. With no surprise, there was the older brunette plating up her cooking onto two plates that she’d set at your dinner table. You smiled, then forced yourself not to, walking up to her with a plain expression on your face.

“Morning love, I woke up early so I thought I’d make you breakfast.” She announced, a huge grin on her face as she presented her full English breakfast to you, pulling out the chair for you and waiting for you to take a seat. As you did, she placed a kiss against your cheek and you couldn’t help but smile at the warming gestures.

“You didn’t have to do all this Luce, seriously.” You remarked, picking up the coffee that she’d made for you, exactly how you liked it, she knew you better than you thought she did.

“I wanted to love.” She smiles, sitting herself down opposite you and immediately picking up the piece of toast and taking a huge bite from it. “I want more than what we have, I want to be able to call you my girlfriend.”

There it was. You knew it was coming. You felt your face begin to burn up as you knew that you were going to have to break her heart right in front of her and her breakfast that she’d gotten up specifically to make you. You could tell she had been planning this, you could even see the nerves in her eyes as she said it. You place your mug against the table, setting it down harder than you needed to, but you could barely breathe at the thought of breaking her heart right in this very moment, this is never how you’d planned to tell her.

“Lucy, I can’t. I’m sorry.” Your head hung, your eyes shut tightly as your hair fell messily in front of your face. She reached for your hand, not understanding why you were acting like this. It had always seemed like you were the one that wanted more, from the very beginning that was made very clear. However, it was too late, you weren’t going to be around for much longer. You pulled away from her grip that was stroking small circles into the back of your hand. You couldn’t even look at her in the fear of being met with a heartbroken face, one that wasn’t created to look hurt, you couldn’t bear to see her upset. “I’m transferring.”

It wasn’t like you were hiding it, the fact that you weren’t happy at Manchester United was an open secret. Everybody knew that you wouldn’t be renewing your contract with them when it expired this summer - it was a huge rumour already between players and fans even if it hadn’t been announced publicly yet.

“I knew you would be, but why does that mean we can’t have this, it works so perfectly me and you.” Lucy said and it broke your heart, you found the courage to look at her but when you saw her glossy eyes you couldn’t hold the gaze for longer than a second. “Just because you won’t be in Manchester, that's fine, London’s not that far away my love.”

“London?” You questioned, sucking in a breath, looking up at her with confusion.

“Well yeah, I heard Arsenal wants you. Is that not where you’re going?” Lucy asked and you gulped, trying to push back the tears. You’d seen all the rumours online; that Arsenal were desperate to have you, and you would be lucky to play for them. You had been ready to make that choice until your dream team since you were young had finally shown an interest in buying you.

“Luce, I’m transferring to Barcelona.” You could hear a pin drop in the silence that surrounded you both. You were looking straight at her as she fighted internally with herself to not seem selfish in this scenario - priding herself on not being that person.

“That's your dream! I’m so happy for you.” She said, choking through tears that she refused to let fall from her eyes, but you could see them. She was right, it really was your dream and you didn’t even know you wanted something this bad. The prestige the club had, the facilities, the trainers, coaches, and players, but most of all their need to win - absolutely everything. You had sat on pins and needles for at least a week and a half, fielding calls from your agent, United, and Barca. Everyone wanted to make sure they got the best deal out of your transfer. It was at least comforting that your agent dropped the fact that Barca would still want you if the transfer fell through, after your contract expired, and would wait to sign you for free if they had to. Ultimately, a deal had been reached and after the Christmas break you would be heading to Barcelona.

“Lucy, don’t.” You say, feeling an intense amount of emotion over how Lucy was looking at you. Her eyes were glassy with tears but you could see how she was shaking them back, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear almost resetting herself.

“No, look, it's okay. I was just being silly anyway, you need to go and live the dream.” You hated her referring to you both as silly, but you knew she just couldn’t admit to being absolutely heartbroken by the news she’d just received.

“It’s not silly.” You state, your eyes squinting now, unable to push back the tears flooding your vision. It was your turn to reach for her hand now but before you could reach she pulled it back, shaking her head at you. “I’m in love with you Lucy.” You couldn’t believe what you’d said, but you’d said it and you meant it, more than anything you’d ever said before.

“I’m not letting you get held back by me. You’re at your peak and you’ve got to go and make it in Barcelona, really get your name out there.” Lucy was changing the subject again, wanting to talk about anything but the fact that she’d just admitted her feelings for you and was left without anything to show for it.

“Lucy, listen to what I’m saying. I love you.” You were repeating yourself, every time you said it it felt more and more right, even if you knew it was never going to work out now you were moving.

“I can hear you, but it’s not going to work, is it? I’ll still be here at Man City, while you’re there.” Her voice cracked at the words, her head lowering, not able to make eye contact with you anymore.

“I’m sorry.” That's all you had left. She wouldn’t let you hold her hand, she wouldn’t let you comfort her anymore, and it was finally kicking in that you’d lost something you didn’t even know you truly had.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s no one’s fault.” Lucy said, finally looking up to look at you again, you saw a singular tear drop down her cheek, but she didn’t rush to wipe it away. Instead, she let it soak into her skin, like she wanted to feel herself finally giving into her heartbreak. “Just wasn’t meant to be was it?”

She left it a few seconds, letting the words sink into both of you before standing up and grabbing her coat from the back of her chair.

“Are you leaving?” You ask, your voice hoarse and quiet. She nodded, her lips pursed together as she hooks her arms into her jacket. You stand up to meet her, but she turns away, walking towards the door. “Lucy, wait.” You grabbed her arm, pulling her back around and standing no further than a few inches away from her. She looked at you like it was the last time she was ever going to see you, both of you seemingly pretending like you weren’t going to have to continue the rest of the season for your teams or for England.

She allowed herself to edge closer to your face, placing one soft kiss against your lips, but you held her in place and you both took a breath before allowing your lips to collide with each others again, just how you had last night. You could feel the wetness of her cheeks as you reached up to hold her face and it broke you down again before you felt her pull away from you. You both remained still for a moment, your head falling into her chest as she rested her chin against your hair, placing one final kiss against your scalp.

“I’ll see you around, okay.” Lucy announced and you couldn’t even respond, just giving her a small nod as you watched her leave, but it didn’t really settle in until you heard the front door slam shut and you were left alone surrounded by her gestures of love that she’d made for you and you’d been forced to turn down.

You didn’t know what else to do apart from clear the breakfast up, tears rolling down your cheeks as you scraped the leftovers into the bin, watching as everything she’d done for you had just been thrown away. You don’t remember how long you stood just staring at nothing, waiting for Lucy to come straight back through the front door and tell you that you both could make it work, but she didn’t. She never came back to your house again.

You found your way back into your bedroom, crawling back into the duvet, and immediately the scent of her perfume hit your nose and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. You sobbed into the pillow, hating how you’d left things, but you knew you’d both come to accept the fact that what's done was done and you let it run back and forth through your mind until sleep took hold of you.

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bearw-me · 5 months

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new years kiss hard canons for hazbin? no big deal or anything- (would make my entire year if you did)

sure, no big deal. (this request made my whole year)

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 — 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥

𐐒 includes : gender neutral!reader, alastor, charlie morningstar, vaggie, angel dust, sir pentious, husk, cherri bomb 𐐒 cw : fluff, mentions of drinking, kisses 𐐒 summary : to celebrate the new year Charlie + Alastor have thrown together a nice little party for the hotels inhabitants! 𐐒 note : first time hcs for a ton of characters! hope you guys enjoy!

To celebrate the new year, Charlie had come up with a wonderful idea that she had heard about through the angels. A wonderous party filled with spirits and surrounded by the people she treasured most to enjoy some fireworks, hopefully to start off a new year with high hopes!

With Alastor + Vaggie's help, they created a new balcony on the hotel just for the occasion. . . and to watch the fireworks burst and bubble brightly over hell.

➡ Alastor

the kiss would be unexpected on your part completely

after all, the overlord Alastor himself always has to have the upper-hand

what good would a surprise be if you knew he was going to kiss you the moment those fireworks burst and whistled into the sky?

He probably backs you up into a corner out of sight, or if your sitting by the bar he'll have you at the edge of the seat

He smiles wide, reveling in the fact that your squirming

"What's wrong my dear? Feeling uncomfortable?"

Alastor kisses you passionately, but also, as if he's never kissed someone in his life.

You can't even hear the fireworks behind him, just the static in your head and the press of his body against yours

he'd probably bite you too if he found himself enjoying your lips against his

His hand slithering up your back to hold you close, unable to wriggle away or fall back from him.

Immediately after he disappears

after all, he likes to keep you on your toes

➡ Charlie Morningstar

she's very. . . strange all night leading up to midnight

you just accredit it to stress; she's managed this whole thing by herself and wants it to be perfect

Charlie is checking up on you all night, talking fast as a whip and fiddling with her hands as if she's said everything but what she wants to

A half hour before the fireworks happen, you don't actually see her at all

You find the perfect spot on the balcony

Then, like 5 minutes before you're waiting for the fireworks to go off she just- appears- right next to you. Shoulder to shoulder

"Hey! Uh- could we- Could I ask you something?"

"So, So when the angels told me about 'New Years' and what they do to celebrate I kind of stumbled into a new tradition! And I-well I wasjustkindofwondering"

She was rambling again, petting her hair and not looking at you, trying to smile through it.

"Charlie?" You stop her, "Ask me."

And she doesn't really, just kind of takes your hand in hers and stares down at your lips with a mix of anxiety and content.

That's when realization hits you.

Charlie leans in, and its the softest feeling you've ever experienced.

Her kisses feel like the sun against yours, and you can feel her smile into it, already giddy that she's done it!

➡ Vaggie

vaggie is running around with charlie the whole night making sure things go off without a hitch

and in a hotel full of sinners. . . it takes a while

i think vaggie wouldn't kiss someone just for the hell of it

if she wants to kiss you, you mean a whole lot

so new years is a great deadline to give herself to suck up her courage and just do it

she doesn't usually like PDA (its not that she doesn't like it, its just how she is) but if she kissed you on the balcony, it wouldn't matter because everything else would just fall away

she'd have you in her arms, cupping your face and kissing you almost hesitantly, pecking you a few times before she's finally comfortable enough to finally fall into it

➡ Angel Dust

angel always has company with him so it'd be a pretty public thing if you wanted to kiss him (ofc he doesn't mind; just warning you)

would love your company on new years eve, and would keep you close during the cool night

he's drinking with husk for a bit before midnight starts coming around

and by then, he's already very smug, and very flirty with you

hints that you may be his choice of new years kiss (like he tells you and winks)

its a casual thing (i mean, he told you he'd do it when the clock struck midnight)

but when it happens. . . its like he can feel the fireworks in his chest

bonus if you kiss him back right after

its something he wasn't expecting entirely, but it makes him smile like a crushing teenager

tries to brush it off of course

➡ Sir Pentious

he's extremely nervous to ask you

and is all over the place with his ideas and talking to you

he wants to ask for a kiss and builds up the courage all night, coming up to you confidently and burning out the moment he reaches you

he just can't with you looking at him innocently like that

he goes off into a corner to give himself a pep-talk

"You're Sir Pentious! You can do this! You've built gadgets that have toppled crime rings!. . ."

but when it comes to you, all his plans to kiss you just sort of crumble away in his hands

every plan he's had

but he's determined to find one that works out!

You probably hear of his "rant" through the grape-vine and take a stroll over to where he is

you most definitely have to make a first step, no matter how small, just to give him some glimmer of hope to hold onto

He see's you staring at his chest, glancing away when he notices you and he's overwhelmed with his feelings

grabbing you just a few seconds before midnight and kissing you as if its the last time he'll ever do it

➡ Husk

husk is drinking all night

he likes the party over all, just doesn't want to be a part of it and left to his own devices by the bar

wasn't expecting to spend new years eve with you, but he's. . . actually kind of glad you'd sit with him to watch the fireworks

wouldn't tell you that

honestly, midnight goes by for a few seconds, and seeing others kiss he just kind of catches himself scanning the crowd and then glancing over at you

it surprises you both

but its not something he'd fight either

tries to shrug it off and smile when he leans in towards you

his kiss tickles your face, and his lips taste like black licorice from his whiskey

but its not the drinks that have his head buzzing

i really feel like he'd kiss you until there wasn't another breath left in his lungs; silently hoping it wouldn't be the last time he does it

➡ Cherri Bomb

Cherri asking you straight up if you want to make-out with her

she's very picky when it comes to people she likes (or intends to see later in the night) so feel flattered that she's been staring at you

likes to tease you if you get flustered too

"Aw come on! I've seen the way you've been staring at me ya creep!"

"Come on, I won't bite"

Cherri is DEFINITELY the one to kiss you right as the clock strikes midnight

counting down as loudly as she can until its time

she's probably staring at you all night, glancing at your lips and biting hers playfully

a deadly flirt for sure

and she's not afraid to ask you or surprise you either

or just pull you by the chin and smash her lips into yours

her kisses are rough, but in a good way, like its something she's wanted to a while

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heyy, i’ve been reading a lot of ur stuff lately and it’s safe to say im obsessed. i was wondering if u could write 69 w the slytherin boys? only if ur comfortable but i feel like that would be really cool. ty!

POOKIE IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER I HAVE BEEN IN SUCH A SLUMP I’LL NEVER MAKE YOU WAIT WEEKS AGAIN THANK YOU MY LOVE!!!!!

Im sitting here wondering how i should write this?? Hmmm. Writing my thoughts as i think them dont mind me<3

Smut below the cut

Draco would like… maybe be the most gentle?? If i do say so myself, and I do. He’ll probably put the most thought into how its going to happen, when, why. He wanted a lovely date, treat you nice all night, be the perfect boyfriend… and expects a reward. Self indulgent bitch. Anyways! He leads you to bed, nice and slow, passionate make out sesh, you are living a dream! Then as you both finally get your clothes off, he’s kissing down your thighs, looking into your eyes and whispering soft praises before he lays on his back, and you(knowing the drill) go to straddle his face before he grips your thigh and smirks. “Other direction, darling.” And he cant help but laugh at how you blush. He lets you set the pace, matching your speed or slowness until you both finish <3

With Blaise, it just kinda happens naturally. No one had to go watch or read porn to think about it. You and him were getting freaky one night, a movie turning into wandering hands, turning into you on his lap with his tongue down your throat. The energy in the room just said 69, and you’d be a fool to ignore it. You’re on top, and the grip he has on your ass is fucking delicious. He’s so controlling over your body, pressing his face right up into your cunt, practically inhaling, while you can barely take his tip. If you take too long going down on him he might bite your thighs to speed things up ;)

Oh man, Mattheo Fucking Riddle. Bitch. He’s a power hungry hard dom with a knack for getting what he wants when he wants it. Oh man. You’re in for a ride- no. A rollercoaster. He’s on top of you, ravaging your dripping pussy while fucking his dick into the back of your throat. Its impossible to breathe with his heavy balls slapping your face, but it cant be much easier for him with your thighs wrapping around his head. If he’s in a good mood, he’ll let you have your way. Otherwise, he’s manhandling you into whatever position he wants. He might get you upside down if you arent careful.

Theodore and Mattheo are pretty similar. Them and Enzo are the like.. roughest of the group? That being rough without copious amounts of praise. You’re far less likely to have to work for your “good girl” with Theo, but sometimes he’s a tease. Anyways, Trust the moment your lips are around his tip he’s tugging your hair and bucking up into you while he feasts. It’s so messy and loud and he’s halfway sitting up because your hips keep running from all the stimulation:(

And Lorenzo. This fucking bitch. He’s wanting to 69 all the time. I mean he gets head. You get head. I get head? Everyone gets head! And it takes half the time because two birds with one stone. In my humble, Enzo hating, opinion… he’s not big on foreplay. I mean he’ll finger you and stretch you out because he’s not a total monster, but he’s way more excited to get into the main course than an appetizer. Much like Theo or Mattheo, he’ll set the pace with his hips. No time to play around he needs to be balls deep in you rn.

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Letting You Draw On Them

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Imagine: you have a sharpie, they have skin, its free real estate

Includes: Colby and Sam

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Colby Brock

You knew how much Colby adored his tattoos, he had a story to each one and a meaning that he could ramble on for hours. It was hard to lie that you didn't love his tattoos either, frequently you had found yourself trace the ink with your finger and just mesmerizing the design and details. It especially happened in the morning when you would be tucked to his side, your head pressed against his chest and a palm gently over his heart lock tattoo. When you would finally wake up, that was how you would wake him up just by tracing his tattoos and admiring each one till he eventually work up; tickled from your grazing touch.

When the words left your mouth, you expected an immediate no but in your surprise, he just gave you a spare sharpie marker he had and his hand. He seemed to be too focused in his conversation with Sam and Jake to really care what you were doing to his skin or what you were putting on it. Of course, you weren't an ass. You weren't just gonna draw a penis and call it a day, no you wanted to make something nice on his skin, something he could be proud of and go 'hey my partner did this' so you did.

When he finally looked at your little drawing on the back of his hand, he smiled at it and kissed the side of your head, "you're so talented baby, thank you."

These little drawing sessions had continued, every now and again when he would just be sitting there and not doing anything too important, you would pounce with the sharpie. Or if the drawing had started to fade, he would offer up his hand after a shower and ask you to redraw it, wanting to wear your artwork for a little longer than the universe would allow.

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Sam Golbach

Sam never thought he would ever have a tattoo, it was one of those things he would admire from a far but would never do to his own skin. Months of dating and you had never told Sam about your passion for drawing, it was one of those little things you did when you were bored and you were never bored around Sam. But one night he had been editing while you were sitting on the bed across from Sam's desk, he had been in his editing zone and you found herself finding a pen on the bedside table of his bed. Without paper around, you leaned against the wall against Sam's bed and start to draw on your exposed skin, every now and again looking up to Sam who had his eyes glued to the screen.

You had lost yourself in a zone and soon found your entire forearm covered in your little drawings. When Sam had finished his editing and took off his headphones, he eyed you doodling on your skin and laid down on the bed, propping himself up on his elbow and watching you draw.

"Would you do those little drawings on me?" when you had asked Sam to repeat, not quite believing what you had heard, he had repeated with a soft smile, "I just think you're really good and I'd like to have your work on my skin." You watched Sam roll up his sleeve and offer you his arm and a giddy little joy went over you.

You practically bounced on your knees and soon had a matching doodled up arm with your boyfriend. After that day, Sam soon had asked to see all your drawings and you were happy to show him no matter what, especially when soon after the showing of your art, you found Sam asking for your drawings more and more. He loved when people would point it out in parties just so he could get a little bit more to brag about to people about how awesome you are

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libraryofolive · 3 months

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓸

Featuring: Nanami Kento x fem!reader Genre: SMUT, pwp so 18+ MDNI Word count: 1.6k Like this? You can find my smaus here and my fics and other drabbles here! Do you have a request? You can find my rules for requesting here! A/n: This was my first time writing smut, I hope its okay! This can be seen as a continuation of my Nanami with an alternative!reader drabble, but can also be read as a stand alone. Warnings: Smut (obviously), established relationship, reader has tattoos, reader got a tramp stamp, afab reader, unprotected sex (dont do it peeps), creampie, orgasm denial, body worship Synopsis: You come home one day with a new tattoo, and challenge your partner, Kento Nanami, to find it.

“I have a surprise for you, Kento!” You yelled as you walked through the front door of your shared apartment. You found your partner sat reading on the couch of your living room, tie and blazer long forgotten, the first few buttons of his shirt undone. His hair was slightly mussed after a long day’s work, and his mirrored glasses were on the coffee table in front of him.

“Oh?” He carefully picked up his bookmark and placed it between the pages he was reading before closing the book, placing it next to his discarded glasses. You had discovered early on just how much your boyfriend abhorred dog ear-ing his books, preferring to keep them in pristine condition. It was one of his little rituals, always using the same bookmark - a now worn leather one you had gifted him soon after discovering his habit. He stood up to greet you, pulling you into his arms and hugging you tightly. You melted into the embrace. It didn’t matter how many times you would come home to him wrapping his strong, welcoming arms around you, engulfing you in his scent, his warmth, in him, it always had your legs going weak.

“Yeah! I got a new tattoo today.” You pulled away from the hug, but not him. Your hands stayed holding his forearms, not wanting to let go of him just yet.

“Oh really? Another one? I think you might run out of skin soon, my love.” He joked.

“Mhmm, another one. I saw the design and just had to get it.” Kento’s hands found yours, stretching your arms out. He inspected them closely before turning them over and scrutinising the other side of them.

“It’s not on either of my arms, Ken.” You grinned.

“Not the arms, hm? Where then? Your legs?”

“Nope.”

“Your hips?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Then where?” Your smile widened at his question.

“Maybe you should look for it.” You challenged. Kento tensed, his eyes darkening as a smirk slowly spread across his face.

“Is that a challenge?” His voice was lower as he spoke this time, and had a raspy quality to it.

“Maybe.” You whispered.

“You might regret that, honey.”

“I don’t think I will.” You felt your feet leave the floor, and before you knew it you were lying on your back on your couch, Kento towering over you.

“I’m to find your new tattoo, hmm?” He asked, his voice gentle yet his eyes stern.

“Y-yeah.” Your voice was breathy, eyes blown wide.

“Well, I can’t do that if I can’t see you, hm?” His calloused hands found their way under your shirt, caressing your stomach. You shook your head, unable to find the words to answer him. Torturously slowly, Kento’s hands reached higher and higher, your shirt lifting with them. As his hands worked themselves up your body, his lips followed, open mouth kisses being left in their wake. He brought your shirt over your head, throwing it to another area of the room you didn’t care to find out.

“Ken, please…” you whined.

“Please what, my love?” His lips moved to your neck, suckling at your sensitive spot.

“Kiss me, please.”

“I am kissing you, darling.” His attention turned back to your neck, making you gasp.

“A proper kiss, please Kento.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He pressed his lips to yours, finally giving in to your request. His lips were soft against yours, yet so full of warmth and passion that you never wanted to stop kissing him. But all too soon he was pulling away, which had you chasing his lips with your own.

“Now, now, love. I can’t find that tattoo if I’m making out with you.”

“But, Ken…”

“I told you that you were going to regret challenging me.” He reached behind you, unclasping your bra and pulling it off. He reached up, cupping your breasts with his hands, lifting them up slightly. “Well it isn’t under here.” He muttered before rolling your now hard nipples between his fingers. You back arched, pushing your chest further into his grip. “Maybe…” his hands left your tits, trailing lower and lower until they were hovering just above where you wanted them, “it’s under these.” His clever hands undid your pants, grabbing the waistband and leisurely pulling them down. His lips once again trailed after his hands, tenderly kissing every tattoo - these ones he already had memorised from previous experience - that peppered your legs. The sight of your boyfriend worshipping you had you pressing your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. Aching for him to just touch you where you wanted - no, needed - him. Soon, yet not soon enough, you were left in just your panties, laid bare before your lover on your sofa.

“Hm, I don’t see it. So it must be under here.” His deft fingers made their way into your underwear, grazing your clit. The sudden feeling had you jolting, gasping in pleasure. “Oh, you like that, baby?” Kento whispered in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck oh so deliciously. You nodded frantically, desperate for more. “Well that’s too bad, isn’t it? Because I’ve not found this new tattoo of yours yet.” He pulled your panties off you as he spoke, leaving you completely bare yet he remained fully clothed. Your mind screamed at the unfairness of it all, yet the throb of your cunt drowned out the complaints forming in your throat, transforming them into small mewls and whines as your boyfriend’s fingers returned to your sex.

“Ken!” You gasped as one of his long fingers entered you, being joined by a second after a few pumps of the first. He spread them inside you, stretching you out to prepare you for the cock hanging between his legs. His thumbed rubbed circles onto your clit, which had your hips griding down onto his hand. With the other, he pressed your hips down to prevent you from moving them.

“No moving, honey. Not until I finish your little challenge.” He added a third finger whilst simultaneously speeding up his thumb’s pace on your clit, making you let out a carnal moan. You felt your orgasm approaching, that electric coil in your belly winding itself up tighter and tighter, your peak building at a rapid pace.

“Ken, please, gonna, gonna-” You felt that coil go taught, about to snap, when Kento pulled his hands away sharply. “No!” You whined as the electricity that was supposed to make your whole body twitch sizzle away into nothingness.

“Nuh uh.” Kento tutted at you, “you can’t come until I find this tattoo. And no, you aren’t allowed to tell me where it is, or give me any hints.” He momentarily pulled off you, only to remove the clothing that still adorned his sculpted body. “You said it was a challenge, there’s no backing out now love.” He kissed your lips again, deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

The blonde man pulled away from you, resting his forehead on yours. “Kento… please…” You breathed.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Want you. Inside.” This made Kento groan, just the thought of your warm pussy sending any blood that wasn’t already gathering in his dick - which wasn’t a lot - straight there. He kissed the underside of your jaw as he started to sink his cock into you, the stretch burning you wonderfully, your back arching. It didn’t matter how many times he was inside of you, or how long his cock spent carving its imprint into you, it would always bring a pinprick of pain that only added to the pleasure you felt. “Move, plea- oh.” Kento, always so attuned to your needs, started moving before you could even finish your sentence. He thrusted into you, his dick reaching spots your past lovers could have only dreamed of. You reached down to toy with your clit, but Kento slapped your hand away.

“Oh no baby, no cumming, remember? Or has my dick got you too dumb to remember the little task you gave me?” It was all you could do to chant ‘please’ over again, praying that some higher being would intervene and show him where your new tattoo was.

Your prayers seemed to be answered when he pulled out of you and turned you over, pulling you onto your hands and knees. He knelt up behind you, living himself up with your entrance and sliding himself back inside you.

“And what’s this?” His hips faltered when he saw a new design inked onto the skin of your lower back. “My girl got herself a tramp stamp, hmm?” The sight almost had him cumming on the spot. God, you were so hot. He went feral, his thrusts both speeding up and getting harder. The new angle had him reaching even deeper - your eyes rolling into the back of your head and stars dancing around in your vision. Your arms shook, threatening to give out.

“Kento, can- can I- can I cum, please?” You gasped.

“Asking me for permission? Good girl.” The praise had your orgasm climbing even quicker, your cunt clenching around him. “Go on baby, cum for me. I’m right behind you.” At his words, pleasure flooded every crevice of your body. You collapsed forward, arms too weak to hold you up any longer. Seeing you writhe in pleasure had Kento’s orgasm wracking his body, his cum filling you with warmth. You felt it begin drip down your thighs as Kento manoeuvred your two bodies into a more comfortable position on your sofa - you resting on his lap, his arms around your waist and chin tucked into your neck.

“So… do you like it?” You giggled.

“Like it? Baby, I’m going to be having wet dreams about that tattoo for the rest of my life.”

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weemssapphic · 11 months

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I see you opened your requests hehehe. This little idea popped into my head and i can’t get it out. So it’s larissa x reader and r is the new principal since everyone thought larissa died but tn tn tnnnn she’s alive and she comes back to nevermore but only as a professor since they already hired r which doesn’t sit right with larissa and she automatically doesn’t like r. So they bicker all the time until they just hate fuck one day (how it came to that point is totally up to you) and pleaseeee i need them to fuck the shit out of eachother. Then when it’s done r admits that she would much rather just be a professor, that being principal is too much for her and she’ll back down from the position.

Anywaysss that’s it and make it as long as you want if you decide to write it :) (love all of your work btw)

A/N: I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK (*hides in shame*). I do hope this makes up for it, I found it very fun to write and, though it took a different turn than I'd originally planned, I am happy with how it turned out! And thank you so much 🤍

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Larissa Weems x f!reader

Words: ~ 7.5k | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: angst, lots of bickering and arguments, enemies to lovers (sorta), unhealthy relationship / power dynamic, coma, mentions of ptsd/anxiety??, nsfw (smut): hate sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, marking

Principal of Nevermore Academy: it certainly had a nice ring to it.

The past years all led up to this: after finishing university and getting your masters in education, you’d scored a teaching position at a school for outcasts in California. Being an outcast yourself, you were grateful for the opportunity that had opened up - teaching was a passion of yours, certainly, but teaching outcasts, kids like you, that was a dream come true. Eventually, you took over assistant principal duties at the school and you had to admit you liked the change of pace, being involved in the administrative side of things for once.

During your time in California, you’d set your eye on Nevermore Academy - another prestigious school for outcasts, the first school of its kind. And when you’d heard of an opening for a new principal? You just had to apply. The position was posted at rather short notice - apparently, there had been an incident involving the previous principal, who’d been in a coma for weeks and hadn’t shown any signs of recovering. They needed to find someone to fill in for the new school year - fast - and, as though it were fate, your application was immediately accepted.

The school year at Nevermore had been going on for a few weeks now and your new office was finally starting to feel like your own. You’d made a few changes in decoration - some of the prior principal’s decor was a bit odd for your taste. But you were settling in well, getting to know your duties and connecting with your staff and students.

You were just catching up on some emails as the door to your office flew open, rattling in its hinges and causing you to jump, your heart racing.

“Jesus, you scared me! Haven’t you heard of knocking?” You fixed your gaze on the woman who had so unceremoniously barged into your office and was now taking long strides towards your desk. She was a stunning woman - tall, with long legs; dressed to the nines; her hair nearly white and perfectly coiffed to accentuate her cheekbones; her eyes deep blue and sparkling with a deep fury.

“I don’t have to knock to enter my own office,” the woman hissed, her tone venomous.

Your brows knit together in confusion and you squinted at her, your mind going a mile a minute. Now that you thought of it, she did look vaguely familiar… Who the fuck- oh. Oh.

“You’re the former principal, aren’t you? I thought you were in a coma?” You figured the polite thing to do would be to ask how she’s doing, show some sign of concern, but she looked perfectly fine to you - and she didn’t seem in the mood to engage in small-talk, anyway - so you bit your tongue.

The woman’s eyes flashed dangerously, her upper lip twitching as she tilted her head. “Principal Weems. Headmistress of Nevermore Academy. Now if you’d be so kind as to get out of my chair…”

You stood slowly, placing your hands on your desk and leaning forward. While you didn’t quite match her height, you’d be damned if you let yourself be intimidated - you’d worked too hard for this position, wished for it too much, you wouldn’t let her take it from you, no matter who she thought she was.

“I’ve been appointed principal of Nevermore. This is now my office. If you have an issue with that, I’d like to kindly refer you directly to the school board.” You paused, raising an eyebrow and sorting some papers on your desk. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have meetings to prepare for.”

Principal Weems glowered down at you and you glared up at her, neither one of you seeming to want to back down. Her eyes flicked between your own, blazing with fury and passion in equal measure. Abruptly and without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed out of your office, slamming the door behind her.

Your eyes followed her every move as you stared after her, your heart thundering in your chest. The nerve of that woman. This was definitely not something you’d planned for - you hoped she wouldn’t cause too much trouble with the school board.

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As expected, you received a call from the school board the next day - it seemed that the former principal had caused a bit of an uproar after she’d left your office. The head of the school board informed you that Ms. Weems, formerly Principal Weems, would be appointed to Nevermore as a history teacher. You figured the decision was made due to her connection with the school, but also to keep the peace. Even based on your short interaction from the previous day, you could guess the kind of hell she’d raised after leaving your office.

Given that her former quarters, which had been locked up for the time being, were attached to your new office, Ms. Weems would be appointed new quarters in the teacher’s hall as well until the end of the school year. What this meant, however, was that she would have to come by your office to pick some of her things up from her old quarters - which you were not looking forward to.

It was nearing 5 pm on a Friday - you still had a pile of administrative paperwork waiting to be completed, but you couldn’t concentrate for the life of you. You’d already cut your lunch break short to deal with the shenanigans of some students, and with the weekend so close your motivation to read through the documents the mayor had sent you was at an all time low. Slipping your phone from your pocket, you decided a break - just a short distraction, really - was in order, and started to scroll through your socials.

The door to your office creaked open - you figured it was a student who needed something and raised your head to reprimand them for forgetting to knock, only to be met with the sight of Ms. Weems. Larissa, as you’d read in her file. A beautiful name for an admittedly beautiful woman - too bad she seemed intent on loathing you. She stopped in the doorway, her lips curling into a disapproving frown.

“Hard at work, I see,” she sneered, closing the door behind her and giving you a once over, her eyes full of disdain as they lingered on the cell phone in your hands.

“I hardly see how this is any of your business,” you replied, your voice hard as you scowled back at her. Two could play at this game. “And if I may be so blunt, it’s rather rude not to knock before you enter someone else’s office. Particularly when that person is your superior.”

The blonde’s features hardened even further, her expression changing from disdainful to downright icy.

“Do not underestimate my connections in this town, Ms. Y/L/N. It would be a shame to see you lose your new position so suddenly.” Her voice was condescending, sickeningly sweet with a razor sharp edge to it - you tightened your grip on your phone, your knuckles turning white as you felt your heart begin to pound viciously.

“Is that a threat, Ms. Weems? And, while we’re on the subject of my position, I would prefer if you would address me as Principal Y/L/N from now on.”

“Not a threat. A promise.”

With that, she swept past your desk with an elegant yet powerful stride, swiftly unlocking the door to her former quarters and disappearing inside.

After what seemed like ages, Larissa emerged with two massive suitcases. You tried to ignore her and concentrate on your work, but it seemed she was deliberately being as noisy as possible, and that made it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

“You know what?” You stood from your desk, shutting your laptop and grabbing your phone and keys. “I’m going to head out to get some dinner. You just figure this” you gestured vaguely towards her quarters as you crossed the office “out.”

“Chivalrous,” Larissa remarked sarcastically as your hand rested on the doorknob - you turned and raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve been nothing but rude to me since the second we met. You want help? Call your friends or connections or something.” With that, you disappeared into the corridor, slamming the poor door behind you and missing the way Larissa’s face fell.

~~~

By the time you got back to your office late that night to lock up (and you’d taken your sweet time, not in the mood for any more altercations), Larissa was gone.

You barely slept that night - you were restless, tossing and turning constantly. You hated arguing with people - particularly your colleagues, which Larissa now was. Tomorrow was to be her first full day back at Nevermore, and it left you feeling unsettled and anxious.

Against all odds, the following morning was a quiet one. You’d half expected Larissa to barge into your office before lunchtime to scream at you about something, but no such outburst occurred. You’d gotten ahead of yourself, however - late that afternoon, the door to your office burst open, the tall blonde once again stalking towards your desk.

“Still having problems with the concept of knocking, I see,” you hissed, clenching your teeth.

Larissa glowered down at you, completely disregarding your statement - save for the subtle twitch of her upper lip.

“You really should adjust your tone when speaking with your staff, Principal Y/L/N.” She spat the word 'principal' at you as if it were laced with venom. “One might otherwise get the impression that you don’t respect them.” The right corner of Larissa’s lips curled up slightly into a condescending smile, and you felt a raging heat begin to boil in the pit of your stomach.

“It’s clear you don’t respect me, Ms. Weems,” you replied as coolly as you could. “But we both know that insulting me, no matter how much joy it may bring you, is not the reason you barged into my office. So. Why are you really here?”

“The planning of this year’s Rave’N.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair and clasping your hands together on your lap as you waited for Larissa to continue.

“As you may know, Nevermore Academy has been built on a centuries old history of tradition. I have spent my career upholding those traditions that make up the very heart of this school, to uplift our students, our faculty, and our community.”

You ran your tongue along your upper teeth - you already knew where she was going with this, and you had to fight the urge to groan and roll your eyes.

“So imagine my surprise, and dare I say disappointment, when I found out that our new dearly beloved principal was planning on canceling the Rave’N. An activity that our students greatly look forward to and that is essential to this school’s extra-curricular framework…” Larissa trailed off, her own eyebrow quirked in challenge as icy blue eyes flashed dangerously.

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you let out a long sigh - God, this woman was irritating. “Ms. Weems, I have absolutely no intention of canceling the Rave’N. I am, however - as you may have heard - postponing it until the spring. I’m not certain where you got your information, but you may want to check your sources before you go around rashly pointing fingers at people.”

Larissa folded her arms defensively across her chest, her cheeks slowly turning red in hue. “The Rave’N has been held on the same weekend every year for nearly 200 years. What made you decide to break tradition?”

“It’s my humble opinion, Ms. Weems, that it isn’t working well at all. The Rave’N, the way it has traditionally been held, has consistently taken place a few short weeks before end of semester exams, squeezed unceremoniously between other events that are far more important for the Academy. The Poe Cup, for one - which is steeped in history, as you may rightfully agree, and which encourages healthy competition amongst our students. And, of course, Parent’s Weekend, which is essential for nurturing our wider outcast-community and involving our dear parents and alumni. The Rave’N, in contrast, is a frivolous school dance which, whilst certainly entertaining, wastes precious time that students could spend studying for their exams.”

Larissa looked like she was damn close to exploding on the spot. Her nostrils flared as she stared you down, her expression nothing short of disdain and utter disgust. When she spoke, red lips curled around brilliantly white teeth, which flashed dangerously in the light of the setting sun from the window behind you.

“I will not have you ruining this school, a place I have devoted my entire existence to, whilst you waltz in here and decide that it isn’t up to your arbitrary standards. Just because you don’t have the experience required to run a school and juggle multiple events at once, does not mean that they have been poorly planned. Rather, I believe this situation reflects your own shortcomings as an administrator.”

“Fine.” You grit your teeth - you’d have fired the woman on the spot if she hadn’t weaseled her way in through the school board. “You want to have your precious Rave’N this fall? You plan it then. I, however, want no part in it.”

Larissa let out a snort. “It’s nothing I can’t manage. And not to worry, I’ll leave you out of it.” With that, she turned and stalked back to the door, her hips swaying in an irritatingly tantalizing way - it made you furious.

“Oh, and Ms. Weems? If you barge into my office to insult me one more time, I will not hesitate to take this up with the school board.”

Larissa’s shoulders tensed and her hand paused on the door handle - then she yanked the door open and, once again, slammed it behind her.

Ridiculous.

~~~

Although Larissa had since refrained from bursting into your office unannounced for a verbal sparring match, the bickering continued full-force. You’d hoped it would get better as time went on, but the opposite proved to be true.

Thoughts of Larissa had begun to plague you wherever you went. You couldn’t avoid her - she was everywhere. She argued with you during every staff meeting, made a point to pass you in the hall every chance she got, chose a seat directly within your line of vision during lunchtime - taunting you wherever you went. You’d started to hide in your office during breaks simply to find some reprieve.

You’d even lie awake in bed at night, unable to get the infuriating blonde out of your head. The worst part was, it wasn’t just your anger and anxiety over the arguments and the disrespect that kept you from sleeping - it was the fact that, despite it all, you couldn’t get over the strange pull that you felt towards this woman, even as you’d begun to hide from her like a coward.

She was driving you utterly mad, in every sense of the word. When she argued with you, baring her teeth, her face contorted with rage, you wanted to slap her. Then, and it took you a few sleepless nights to admit it to yourself, you wanted to kiss her - you wanted to consume her, to smudge her lipstick and litter her body in purple marks, to push her up against a wall and fuck the rage out of her. You wanted to see the arrogant, furious, domineering Larissa Weems turn into a needy little slut, utterly at your mercy and begging you to cum, to please, please, let me cum-

You groaned in frustration, slipping a hand under the covers and into your underwear. Your cunt was absolutely drenched and you couldn’t take it anymore, rubbing hard and fast circles around your clit as you felt both shame and pleasure overwhelm you. Your imagination was your best friend as you pictured Larissa: her face flushed, her lipstick smeared down her chin, her milky thighs trembling and clenching around your hand as she rode your fingers - sinful moans being ripped from her throat because of you.

Your orgasm washed over you as you reached your peak - it came and went, and you pulled your fingers from your underwear and wiped them on the sheets. Embarrassment and regret welled up inside of you as you laid there alone in the darkness of your quarters, unable to stop your thoughts from drifting towards a certain former principal and what she might be doing in her quarters.

Sleeping, probably, you thought bitterly.

~~~

Each week proved to be more trying than the last, and you found yourself, more nights than not, lying awake until ungodly hours thinking about Larissa - touching yourself because of Larissa. The harder she made your life, the more you seemed to be consumed by her - and then, the next hurdle was thrown your way.

Part of your duty as principal was, of course, conducting performance evaluations of your staff. Since you were new at Nevermore and unfamiliar with the staff members, you’d had to pop into parts of their classes to observe and get a feel for their teaching - and most of the teachers welcomed this with open arms.

Larissa Weems was not like most of the teachers, though. Given how often she’d shown up in your office unannounced, you’d had no qualms about randomly popping into her last class of the day, closing the door gently behind you and taking a seat in the back row.

Larissa stopped teaching immediately, her proud, tender smile slipping from her face when she saw your face among the sea of students. “Can I help you, Principal Y/L/N?” Her voice quavered slightly, and the students turned around curiously, their eyes darting between you and Larissa.

“Don’t mind me, Ms. Weems,” you said with a forced smile. “I’m just observing for today. Just pretend I’m not even here.” You gave her a wink which had her lip twitching and her nostrils flaring - the tension between the two of you did not go unnoticed by the students, who were eerily quiet as Larissa resumed her lesson.

Before you’d made your presence known, Larissa had been smiling so warmly at her students - it was obvious how much she cared for them, and the energy in her classroom had felt inviting and kind. The shift in energy when you’d sat down was alarming - Larissa had turned into an ice queen almost instantly. You could tell she felt uncomfortable and tense, and her teaching was robotic and distracted. Her students didn’t seem to be very engaged either - it seemed that her mood had rubbed off on them, and a feeling of unease blanketed the room.

When the lesson was over, Larissa immediately turned to her desk to pack her things, her students filing out of the room in silence.

“Ms. Weems, I’d like to see you in my office in twenty minutes, please. I have something I’d like to discuss with you.” You didn’t wait for a reply before slipping out of the classroom and hurrying to your office.

~~~

Exactly twenty minutes later, a low knock sounded on your door - you were almost pleasantly surprised, but then Larissa barged in anyway, without waiting for you to respond, and you felt a twinge of annoyance bubble up inside of you.

“You wanted to see me.” Larissa grit her teeth as she stalked up to your desk.

“I did. Please, have a seat.”

Larissa ignored your offer and you let out a heavy sigh. “I must say, I was really disappointed this afternoon. The energy in your classroom was bordering on hostile and you made all of us feel very uncomfortable. I wouldn’t say that’s exactly conducive to learning and-”

“What were you even doing in my classroom?” Larissa hissed.

“I have been getting to know our faculty and their teaching methods better. It has worked quite well with your peers, however this afternoon was… eye-opening for me. What disappointed me the most, Ms. Weems, was that I caught a glimpse of you teaching as I entered the room, and it was… lovely. You care about your students, you really do, and I believe you to be a capable and nurturing teacher - your student’s grades prove as much.” You stood and rounded your desk, coming to stand in front of Larissa. “But the way your demeanor shifted when I joined your class… The way you refuse to work with me - it cannot continue like this.”

Larissa took a step forward, into your personal space. You could practically feel the white-hot anger radiating off of her in waves - it completely engulfed you. “You humiliated me in front of an entire class of my students and I-”

“Oh, shut up, Larissa!”

The blonde looked visibly shocked at the sudden use of her first name, the way it rolled off your tongue. Her pupils widened and her cheeks flushed - it was as if a switch had flipped inside of her as her eyes began to narrow and her lips curled into a sneer, electricity crackling between your bodies.

“Make me.”

That was it - the last straw. The heat you felt coursing through your veins was too much to bear, and without a single thought of consequences, you crashed your lips into Larissa’s, your hands immediately resting on her hips and tugging her closer.

The blonde let out a wanton moan as your tongue wasted no time in swiping at her lips, begging for entry - which she granted you without hesitation. Her tongue immediately met your own, licking into your mouth with a desperate sort of passion as she pushed her body flush against yours. Her left hand fisted at the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer and closer as her right hand threaded itself tightly through your hair, holding you in place.

The tension surrounding the both of you was growing thicker by the second, a hot coil winding itself tightly in your abdomen and lighting your entire body aflame. With a step forward, you had Larissa pinned between you and the edge of your desk. A little push was all she needed to topple back onto it, pulling you with her.

Larissa’s hands shot out to catch herself before her back hit the wood, and your lips disconnected for a moment. Her hot breath was heavy against your face and you looked up to see Larissa’s gaze fixed intently on your own, her eyes heavy-lidded and her pupils dilated so that there was barely a sliver of blue visible.

Her lipstick was smudged, smeared across her chin, just like in your fantasies, and for a moment you froze, like a deer caught in headlights.

You, the prey, and Larissa, the predator.

A wicked smile formed on her lips as she realized your predicament.

“Thought you could just fuck the attitude out of me, did you?” she purred, baring her teeth. You swallowed thickly, your eyes glued to her kiss-swollen lips, your heart pounding so fast you thought it might burst.

Even leaning back with her ass resting on your desk, she still towered over you. Her height had never intimidated you before but for a moment it gave you pause - you felt so very small. That moment was enough for Larissa to realize she had the upper hand, enough for her to slide her palm over the outside of your thigh, enough for her nimble fingers to tug the fabric of your skirt upwards until it was resting snugly above your hips, your panties on display for her.

“How naive of you,” she murmured as her fingers came to rest on your abdomen - you shivered at the touch - before slipping into the waistband of your underwear. You felt your cheeks burn as Larissa slid two fingers between your folds - you were so wet for her already, and the thought embarrassed you.

Larissa hummed quietly as she began to tease your slit, taking her time exploring your sex and gathering your juices on the pads of her fingers. When she finally soothed her fingers over your clit, you let out a strangled gasp, your hands coming to rest on her shoulders and squeezing tightly as your eyes fluttered shut.

Your clit was so sensitive, like every casual brush of her fingers could send you over the edge - but they didn’t. Just when you thought you might cum, her fingers left the little bundle of nerves and slid down your slit, towards your entrance.

She slipped the tip of her finger in, just to the first knuckle, before retracting and circling your entrance with a featherlight touch. Your nails dug into Larissa’s shoulders as you bucked your hips into her hand, whimpering desperately.

“So needy already and I’ve barely touched you,” Larissa tutted. “Tell me, have you pictured this before? Have you craved it?” Condescension dripped from her lips but you couldn’t find it in you to care - in fact, if anything, you felt the coil in your belly tighten and you ground your hips harder into her hand.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered. There was no point in lying to Larissa, not with how wet you were - and you would do just about anything to cum right now.

Without warning, Larissa plunged her finger into your hole, chuckling at the moan that clawed its way from deep within you. After a few pumps of her finger, she added a second digit and began to match the thrusts of your hips as she fucked you.

She curled her fingers upwards, going deeper this time and causing you to thrust forward so violently you nearly slid to the floor. Her reflexes were quick and she steadied you with her free arm, a smirk growing on her face.

Whatever power trip she was on, you didn’t care to stop her as her lips crashed into yours, her tongue all but forcing its entry into your mouth and asserting dominance. You felt entirely at her mercy as you felt yourself teeter on the edge of pleasure, your mind going fuzzy as Larissa’s fingers hit all the right spots inside you. What finally sent you over the edge was the way her thumb brushed over your clit at just the right moment, her fingers stroking your walls.

You clenched around her as you came, the coil in your belly snapping. Your moans were swallowed by the blonde, who seemed unable to keep her lips off your own, kissing and licking and gently nipping.

Your hands slid from Larissa’s shoulders to her waist, steadying yourself as you pulled back from the kiss. Larissa slipped her hand out of your underwear, her fingers glistening with your arousal - she brought them to her mouth and made a show of placing them on her tongue, licking and sucking and letting out a satisfied hum.

She watched you watch her, a smug grin growing on her face as your own cheeks flushed at the vulgar noises she was making. It was almost too much to bear, and you felt your frustration return with full force as Larissa pushed herself off the desk, holding her head high and smoothing the wrinkles in her dress. You would be damned if you let Larissa fuck you and then go on disrespecting you and making you feel awful about yourself.

“You thought we were done here?” You squared your shoulders and glared at Larissa in challenge - she quirked an eyebrow, looking slightly taken aback. “After all that, you would deny me the opportunity to return the favor?”

Larissa’s breathing quickened and you smirked as you leaned in to kiss her jaw. Your lips trailed lower, down the side of her neck, and she tilted her head back to give you better access as your teeth found her pulse point. You could feel her pulse hammering away as your lips latched onto her neck, sucking until her skin had been marked deep red.

Your hands found her hips and you moved down her body until your face was level with her thighs. You could feel Larissa’s gaze upon you as you slid her dress upwards to reveal her underwear - her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the desk. There was a wet spot at the center of her underwear and you leant in, slowly dragging your tongue over the fabric and drawing a breathy groan from Larissa’s chest.

“And here you had me thinking I was the only one who was so wet right now,” you teased, your tongue finding Larissa’s clit through her underwear and giving it a gentle kitten lick, causing her to buck her pelvis into your mouth.

“So impatient…” You glanced up at Larissa’s face to see her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving as she glowered down at you. She made no move to stop you, however - quite the contrary, as she began to roll her hips against your tongue.

As much as you wanted to go on teasing her forever, you also felt a desperate urge to get a taste of the woman before you, so you hooked your fingers under the waistband of her underwear and pulled it down her long legs. You hooked her thighs over your shoulders, unable to stop yourself from moaning as you watched Larissa’s glistening folds spread for you.

You began to place wet, open-mouthed kisses to the insides of Larissa’s thighs, alternating between each leg and reveling in the way her thighs began to tremble beneath your lips. Smirking, you bit her thigh - right next to the entrance to her pussy. Larissa hissed and yanked your head back by the hair, her eyes flashing violently. Behind the aggression, there was a pool of unfettered desire already unspooling. Larissa was coming apart at the seams before your very eyes, and you could tell by her anger that it was unsettling to her.

The very thought emboldened you. “Well if it isn’t the former principal of Nevermore, turned into a needy little slut for me.”

Your words had the desired effect - Larissa mewled and bucked her hips towards your mouth. You took the opportunity to dive right in, the scent of her arousal filling your nostrils and making you feel dizzy with want as your tongue dragged its way up her slit. She tasted absolutely divine and you let out a satisfied hum that vibrated against her pussy and drew a deep moan from her chest.

Larissa’s fingers wound themselves even tighter in your hair as your tongue began to draw lazy circles around her clit, smearing your saliva and her arousal around the sensitive bud. You began to alternate between licking and sucking, wrapping your lips around her clit and flicking your tongue over it - experimenting with different paces and amounts of pressure to find out which drew the most sinful moans from the blonde’s lips, which made her thighs begin to tremble around your head.

You found it easy to lose yourself in Larissa - in her taste, her scent, the noises she was making, the way her pussy felt against your tongue and the way her hand felt against your head. You lapped hungrily at her cunt, your own desire burning hot within you as you felt Larissa barrel closer and closer to the edge - if the shaking of her legs and the volume of her groans was anything to go by.

Glancing up to catch a glimpse of her face, you dipped your tongue into her entrance, feeling her walls clench. A fire seemed to burn in her eyes as she came undone. You could tell how badly she wanted you by the way her lips parted as she gazed down at you, the way her tongue grazed her lower lip, the way the exposed part of her chest was red with anticipation. Her head lolled slowly back and her eyes fluttered shut, and you continued to lick and suck through her orgasm.

Larissa let go of your hair and slumped back onto the desk, her breathing labored. You let out a satisfied hum as you licked the arousal off the insides of her thighs, then gently unhooked her legs from your shoulders and stood, leaning over the desk and smirking down at her.

She lay back against the desk, staring at the ceiling. When you came into her line of vision, she tilted her head towards you and met your gaze, a strange expression on her face.

“I need to leave,” she whispered hoarsely, her eyes wide and glassy.

You opened your mouth to speak but before you could get a word out, Larissa had pushed herself up and pushed past you, pulling her dress down with one hand as she stooped down to grab her underwear with the other hand. She balled it into her fist, hiding it from view as she hurried to the door.

“Lari-” Slam.

Larissa was gone, leaving you to slump down in the armchair across from your desk, your chest heaving and your mind racing.

~~~

After a night of tossing and turning, you woke to an email from Larissa in your inbox.

Ms. Y/L/N,

Unfortunately, I am feeling a bit under the weather today, and am unable to teach my afternoon classes. Please do be so kind as to find a suitable replacement.

Regards,

L. Weems

Something wasn’t sitting right with you. Your stomach churned as you read the email over and over again, and it didn’t stop as you brushed your teeth, nor as you got dressed, nor as you settled at your desk with a cup of coffee.

You couldn’t get the previous day out of your head, and two things stuck out in your mind most of all:

Firstly, the little glimpse of Larissa that you’d caught when you’d first entered her classroom. The warmth, the genuine smile directed at her students, the encouraging tone to her voice. It was a side of Larissa that you hadn’t been privy to at all, and it made your heart ache - making you wish, even if just for a moment, that she could someday afford you that same warmth, that that brilliant smile of hers could be directed at you.

And secondly, the way those few moments made you realize how much you missed teaching. You’d always felt that your greatest purpose in life was to guide young outcasts and help them achieve their own goals, just as your teachers had done for you. And right now, as principal, you weren’t doing much of that at all. Maybe Larissa was right - maybe you weren’t cut out for the administrative side of things. The constant push and pull, the political bullshit, making all these decisions for the good of the school and being left so very unsure of yourself, with so little time to dedicate to the students you loved so much.

Your mind was replaying your last interaction with Larissa - the look in her eyes, how she’d left in such a hurry. Something was definitely off, and you wouldn’t rest until you’d sorted it out.

Shutting your laptop and abandoning your coffee, you grabbed your keys and made your way to the teacher’s quarters.

~~~

“Ms. Weems?” you called out, rapping your knuckles against the door to her quarters.

Silence.

“Ms. Weems?”

…

“Larissa?” you tried, knocking again.

This time, a soft shuffling could be heard, followed by the click of a lock, before the door opened just a crack, revealing one side of Larissa’s face, cast in shadow - it seemed she had the curtains drawn, and you suddenly felt guilty in case you’d woken her.

“Didn’t you receive my email, Ms. Y/L/N?” There was no hard edge to Larissa’s voice - she simply sounded exhausted.

“I, uh… I did, yes. I’m sorry if I woke you. I just wanted to check in and see if there’s anything I could do for you.” And talk, you added in your head. “Could I please come in?”

Larissa stared at you for a moment. Then a moment more. Then, she opened the door just a crack more and allowed you to step inside her quarters.

The curtains were indeed drawn, though the second that Larissa closed the door behind you, she hurried to the window and opened them to let in some light. She looked pristine as ever - not a hair out of place, makeup done to perfection, clothing free of wrinkles. She didn’t look ill at all. The only indication that she may have been curled up in bed was the untidy way her sheets were made up, as if she’d pulled them up and fluffed them in a haste.

Larissa’s eyes followed your gaze to her bed and she quickly took a step to the side, blocking it partially from view.

“Have you come to inspect how I keep my quarters now, as well?” she asked, an iciness seeping back into her tone. “I didn’t realize that was any of your concern as principal, Ms. Y/L/N.”

You shook your head lightly, finding yourself suddenly at a loss for words. “I… no. No, it’s not. That’s actually not why I’m here. Could you… um, could you please call me Y/N?”

Larissa scoffed and crossed her arms across her chest. “Alright. Y/N. Why are you here then?”

Your teeth sank into your lower lip as your mind whirred with all the things you wanted to say, all the things you wanted to know.

“What happened yesterday?” you whispered finally.

“You were there, were you not?” Larissa said with an incredulous snort. “Or would you like a quick recap?”

“No, I mean… I mean when you left.”

“I wasn’t feeling well.”

“You look fine to me,” you challenged with a raised eyebrow.

Larissa’s face hardened. “Your lack of empathy is absolutely astounding, Y/N.”

“Well considering the fact that you never actually opened up to me, it’s no-”

“Opened up to you?” Larissa scoffed. “I didn’t realize we were friends. Why should I speak with you about personal matters that don’t concern you?”

You opened your mouth - then promptly closed it again. Larissa was right, of course. You weren’t friends, and what she was or wasn’t going through was, of course, none of your business. That somehow didn’t stop you from wanting to know, though. As infuriating as the woman had proven to be since you’d met, you couldn’t help but desperately wish for things to be different than they were.

“You’re right. You don’t have to tell me anything. I just… I came by to tell you that I’m giving up my position. I’m going to call the school board this afternoon to quit, and I’m telling them that they should hire you back instead.”

The words left your mouth in a rush, and you felt so much lighter the second they did. Larissa’s lips parted, her eyes wide as she tried to process the information. You waited but she didn’t say anything, and so you turned to leave.

Just before you reached the door, Larissa found her voice. It was low and shaky, barely audible - but her quarters were so quiet you’d have heard a pin drop.

“I heard everything.”

Your brows knit together in confusion and you turned to see Larissa perch herself at the edge of her bed, her gaze trained on the floor in front of her.

“I don’t understand,” you whispered. “What did you hear?”

“It took ages for them to find me. When I woke up, I knew I was in the hospital because of the noises around me. Only I wasn’t awake, not really.” Larissa’s voice sounded bitter and subdued, her fingers twitched from where she was playing with them in her lap. “I heard people speaking to me. Then about me. And about Nevermore. And I couldn’t… I couldn’t say or do anything. I could only listen.”

Your heart was thumping erratically in your chest and you took a tentative step towards Larissa. “Who was speaking? Your friends, when they visited you?”

Larissa let out a shaky sigh, her eyelids fluttering shut. “Tell me, Y/N, how much time have you had to maintain your friendships since starting your position?”

The question confused you, and you drank in Larissa’s tense body language, her pained expression. Then you realized what she meant - her friends, if she even had any, hadn’t seemed to visit her at all, and a wave of guilt washed over you, so intense that you took a seat next to Larissa on the bed.

She opened her eyes and peered over at you, seeming to take your silence as a form of acknowledgment. “Some students visited in the first days - Miss Addams and Miss Sinclair, mostly, Miss Barclay once or twice. Later it was school administrators - trying to figure out what to do with me, I suppose, whether or not to…” Larissa trailed off into silence, letting out a shuddering breath as her eyes darted about the room.

Without thinking, you leant in and pressed your lips to Larissa’s cheek - you felt her tense up and pulled back as quickly as you could, your own cheeks turning scarlet.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you stuttered, scrambling to your feet.

A hand curled around your wrist, stilling you in your movements. “Don’t be,” Larissa whispered.

“Do you want me to go?” you asked anxiously.

Larissa looked up at you with wide, watery eyes. “Could you stay? Just for a few minutes. Please.”

You nodded, sitting back down next to Larissa and resting your hand face up on her lap - an offering which she accepted, placing her hand in your own and interlacing your fingers.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice shaky.

You gave Larissa’s hand a gentle squeeze, and the two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours, your hands intertwined. Strangely, you felt more at peace in that moment than you had since starting at Nevermore, and Larissa seemed to be getting more comfortable as well, even resting her cheek on your shoulder at one point.

The moment you left her quarters that afternoon, you pulled your phone out of your pocket to call the school board.

~~~

It was with a heavy heart that you hauled your suitcase onto your bed and unzipped it. Leaving Nevermore would be bittersweet for you - as much as you would miss the school you’d been dying to work at your entire life, you knew you were doing the right thing - for yourself, for Larissa, and for Nevermore.

You opened your wardrobe and began placing your clothes into your open suitcase when you heard a knock on the door to your quarters.

“It’s open,” you called out, and the door creaked as it swung open to reveal Larissa. “Hi,” you said with a shy smile, which Larissa returned hesitantly.

“I’ve just received a call from the school board and gotten everything sorted out. Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

You smiled softly at the principal. “I think I have some idea.”

Larissa’s cheeks turned pink and she looked away, her eyes darting around your room before landing on the mess on your bed. “Do you want to leave?” she asked, her voice soft and curious.

You chuckled nervously and gave her a light shrug. “I don’t know if I would say I want to leave, but I don’t see what choice I have without a job here. Unless you’re renting out rooms…?”

Larissa chuckled. “Actually, a position has opened up for a new history teacher,” she said. “I’ve taken the liberty of looking into your employment history and I think you’d be a great asset to our staff.”

Your eyes widened. “Really? You would hire me?”

“Yes,” Larissa said firmly. “I would. If you’d like to stay, that is…”

“Yes!” you all but shouted. “Sorry… yes. I would love to, that would be amazing. Thank you, Larissa.”

Larissa nodded, smiling softly. Your eyes fell to the large suitcase that was standing just behind Larissa, and you cocked your head to the side in question.

“The school board has agreed to allow me to take over my old quarters,” Larissa supplied as her gaze followed your own.

“Ah. I see.”

You fidgeted in place and Larissa watched you curiously for a moment. When she realized you weren’t going to say anything else, she gave you a curt nod and placed a hand on the handle of her suitcase. “I’ll leave you to it, then,” she said softly. “Perhaps we can set up a meeting this week to get you acquainted with your new position.”

You nodded, your stomach doing a little somersault as your heartbeat began to pick up just a tad. Larissa took a step back into the hallway and started to pull the door closed behind her.

“Larissa, wait.”

The blonde froze in her movements, her brow furrowing as her gaze shot up to meet your own. You swallowed thickly.

“Do you want help? Moving all your stuff back?”

You held your breath as Larissa stared. Then, her face lit up with a bright, beautiful smile, red lips curling up at the edges and sparkling blue eyes crinkling at the outer corners.

“I would love that.”

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TASTE ⎯⎯ l. heeseung

pairing. bf!heeseung x reader | genre. fluff, may come off as slightly suggestive

word count. 0.5k | warnings. depending on how a certain couple parts of this scenario are interpreted, like i said, this could be suggestive,, but ig that’ll just be up to your imagination and interpretation-

a/n. y’all have spoken and so here i am with a heeseung drabble :> ,,,, i,,, have never written anything like this before ahahhsjsjs and it’s not smth i intend to do more in the future bc it’s just not my style but i’m trying smth new today :’> ,,,, enjoy :’>

your lips appeared soft and plump in your compact mirror as you applied a newly bought lip gloss.

its flavour contained hints of vanilla, releasing a subtle warm sensation onto your taste buds, along with a sweet taste of strawberry.

you smacked your lips together.

with two drinks in hand, your boyfriend, heeseung, arrived back, meeting you at the table outside the little café where you sat.

“thanks, baby,” you said with a smile before automatically leaning in for a kiss.

your lips met his briefly before pulling away with an excited grin, attention already diverted from him as you were ready to take a sip of the refreshing beverage.

“mmm, you taste good,” he let out, causing your head to whip in his direction. his comment caught you off guard. “what is that?”

letting his words sink in for a moment, you smiled at the compliment, “new lip balm.”

“you taste amazing,” he expressed again, in an almost trance this time as he found himself already leaning in for more.

and what began as a simple kiss almost evolved into a passionate makeout if it wasn’t for you pushing him away.

“what are you doing?” you laughed. “there’s people around.”

“you taste good, i really like this new flavour on you. what is it?”

“strawberry vanilla,” you answered happily.

“that’s nice,” he stated, eyes unable to meet yours, only fixed on your lips instead. he probably wasn’t even hearing your words as his focus was clearly elsewhere at the moment. “can i kiss you again?”

thinking about it, it would be too easy if you just gave in… so you decided to mess with him a bit first.

“nope,” you turned your head away, bringing your drink to your mouth to take a sip, cooling your body from the heat of the warm weather.

and heeseung’s gaze only remained at your lips as you sipped down the liquid.

“but—why?” he frowned, moving slightly to finally look into your eyes and pull you closer.

“baby, i said there’s people around. if i let you keep kissing me, who knows what this is going to lead to?”

“then—” he began as he formed an idea into words, whispering the next part of his sentence by your ear, “why don’t we take this elsewhere? like elsewhere as in back home?”

“heeseung!” you exclaimed, growing somewhat flustered.

he sought for an answer in your eyes, and you attempted to conceal a smile. however, it turned to be of no use, and you gave up, already beginning to stand.

staring at him as he watched you with curious eyes, with your drink now in hand, you spoke.

“well? what are you waiting for? lee heeseung!” you snapped him out of his daze. “let’s go!”

a/n. and this is what i meant by how different this drabble would be if it was for jungwon- sjsjsjd like if you try reading it again but imagine jungwon in heeseung’s place instead,,, def a whole new vibe fr shdjdj anyways thanks for reading, and reblogs and feedback are appreciated as always :> thank u! <3

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knmaskitten · 5 months

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Love me back ⊹ ♡

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/ afab!reader.

Summary: inspired by love me back by fromis_9. You moved to your new house thanks to college, and one day, as you were preparing to deliver a gift to your neighbour, you encountered said person, Kageyama Tobio. After that, you keep longing to bump into him and slowly get him to correspond to your feelings. But when that does not happen, you plan a scheme with your best friend as the ultimate test to see if Tobio likes you or not.

warnings/tags: afab!fem reader. No use of y/n. Neighbours to lovers. Kageyama really is bad at expressing love. Reader is head over heels. A little bit of physical descriptions but nothing specific like hair color, length, etc. You use Oikawa Tooru to make Kageyama jealous. Oikawa is your best friend.

notes: I wanted to write this since so long ago, Kageyama is one of my favorite boys. As always, this was not proof read so I apologize for any bad grammar. Not necessary but english is my second language so have that in mind while reading. As always my AO3 is here (I post there first).

wc: 2,500

It was so utterly frustrating having to look at him all day long, knowing how your heart wanted to escape your ribcage every time you exchanged glances with his dark ocean eyes. You longed to see him every day, whether the sun was at its highest or lowest. You wanted to see him. For him to notice you and to exchange more than just “Hi” or “How are you?”. You’re sure you would have a stroke if he ever said something related to your outfits, which you carefully picked whenever you were going to “accidentally” bump into him.

Being neighbours with Kageyama was going to be the death of you. Your anxiety went through the roof when you thought about him, which was no bueno. Your cortisol levels were so high that your therapist advised you to finally blurt out a confession to him so you could be let out of this misery. But no, you were not that kind of girl anymore. All your life, you were the one who always had to confess to everybody, and you hated not being the one being confessed to. This had a huge impact on your self-esteem and made you doubt if you were loveable enough to be even considered a lover.

You were a nice lover, you thought. It isn’t like you haven’t dated anyone before this crush. Your first boyfriend, Marco, was a nice guy™ and you two had a very nice relationship. The thing is, your first relationship was just nice—not passionate, not vehement, not ardent, not fervent—nothing. Just nice. And it was rare to feel what you felt towards Kageyama; you were sure it wasn’t just infatuation; you could already feel what it really was and what it really meant.

You were Kageyama’s right-side neighbour. You moved by yourself, next to where he lived, a few years ago because of college. You met him on your second day in your new home. He was returning from practise; he looked sweaty and tired. He had a jacket that said “Japan” on it, a volleyball ball on his right hand, and his sports bag on his shoulder. His hair was dark and messy, giving him a certain kind of freshness. You were casually walking towards his house, a friendly gift on your hands, hoping to form good bonds with your neighbours.

He observed you carefully and analyzed you, as if he were searching for something else behind your clear intentions. He did not smile at you, but he did stop walking to face you fully, silently questioning you. So you nervously replied:

“I’m…I’m your new neighbour!” You tried not to yell, but your words came out a lot louder than you intended to. This made you feel wobbly, with the tray in your hands threatening to fall to the ground. “I made some strawberry shortcake for you.” You pointed with your head towards the tray; it was a cute, soft pink platter with a ribbon design. It was trembling slightly thanks to your jitters.

“Thank you.” He bowed towards you, his hair moving with its movements. You paid attention to how his muscles flexed and then relaxed, creating wrinkles in his jacket and sports shorts. “I’m sorry, I don’t have anything for you.”

“That’s not necessary; this was just a small gesture. You dont have to give me anything, really.” You blurted your verbiage out without thinking. What was going on? You usually weren’t this awkward with people. You had confidence, which you slowly but surely cultivated through the years, and it was really hard for your ego to accept that a mere boy could have this impact on you.

He was a handsome boy with knowing eyes; his eyes were hungry to analyze the world around him, and the profound, dark blue ocean that his eyes were had you wanting to explore every nook and cranny in them. He was taller than you—almost 20 centimeters taller, giving him a certain kind of power over you. He had a toned and muscular figure, which coincided with the fact that he was a volleyball player, which you admired. You guessed he played in the Japanese volleyball league, making him a professional at what he did. And that was so interesting.

It just occurred to you that he perfectly could have rejected your dessert, given the fact that he needs to eat well and your shortcake was considered junk food. This fact struck your heart like lightning, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to pass him the tray. It seems you were in awe for too long because he gave you a frown.

“Right, sorry, here you go.”

"Later.” He said while walking towards his house, leaving you perplexed.

That was the first time you two had any interaction. You took every opportunity you had to talk to him: sometimes you needed sugar, other times you needed a kitchen supply he had, and one time you needed help grabbing something from the top of your kitchen cabinets that you couldn’t reach. Other times you nonchalantly waited outside your home, seemingly sweeping your entrance, while you knew he would return from practise around this hour.

One particular time, he looked strangely dazed and out of tune, which you knew (by observing him so much) was weird. You had your broom on your hand, and the leaves in the cement were in a little pile right to your feet. You kept looking at him without a care in the world, scrutinizing him. This did not go unnoticed by him.

“Do I have something in my face?” He straightforwardly said, making eye contact with you. His back was ever so slightly arched and his hair was sticking to his forehead. His blue eyes were lit up with annoyance.

“Kageyama-kun, are you alright? You look out of it.” Worry seeped out of your words, a tender breeze brushing your hair.

“N—no! I mean, yes! I’m fine” He replied a little bit flustered, like he didn’t expect you to read him so well.

You left your broom on the side of your fence and you started walking towards him until you faced him. Face to face, he had to arch his back a little bit more to look at your eyes, which were full of a weird determination.

“Kageyama-kun I know I’m not your friend, but I can help you if you desire; I’m right next to you, and I swear I will do my best.” You stated that you were dead set on helping him out; even if he rejected your offer, you wanted to let him know you were worried about him. The sun shone on the right side of his face, highlighting his skin in a dance of light and shadows. This made time slow down around you, leaving just the two of you in this odd bubble you created.

“I…” He pouted, averting his gaze from yours as he frowned. “I just had a bad practise, that’s all.” He reluctantly said it in a mumble.

With all the will and courage you could possibly muster up, you walked even closer to him and gave him a big, tight hug, mumbling in a low and serene tone, “You’re still an amazing player.”

He trembled and then squished out of your hug, flustered. “I know!” he yelled, pointing to you with his index finger. ”I won’t lose!”

Kageyama was never socially good, and he was even less good with friends. So he did what he knew best: yell and challenge. You stood still, thinking you fucked up, your feelings bubbling in the pit of your stomach as anxiety started to gain a strong presence in you.

“S—sorry.” You muttered before walking rapidly towards your home, obviously not before taking your broom with you. You stopped on your heels, turned towards him and gave him a bow “Excuse me!” You yelled, leaving him there.

And after that, you both exchanged conversations that tacitly had something behind them. You sometimes thought Kageyama hated you and other times that he merely had to stand your presence, but once you thought he saw you as something else. You wanted him to look at you the way you looked at him, to long for your presence like you did his, to analyze your figure and eyes like you did his. To invite you on a damn date! If he didn’t hurry, you were going to finally accept the advances of a guy at your college.

In the battle of egos, you were not going to lose; you had a strong resolve, and that was: Kageyama had to confess to you. And it is not like you didn’t do anything to achieve this; you kept giving him gifts and kept advising him when he looked troubled. You secretly loved when he gave you attention, even if it was just crumbs. You had the opportunity to know a little bit more about him in every exchange you guys had, craving every chance you had of getting his attention. The feeling of his eyes on you, looking at only you with a certain kind of intent.

This went on for about six months—six long months of crumbs. And you were so not having it that you managed to get Kageyama’s phone number and his socials (you always waited for him to text or call you, but he never did, so you reluctantly had to be the one to initiate the conversation), but even then, you were not certain as to what he felt for you. Did he love you as well? Did he hate you? You were so nervous, uncertainty filling your body to the brim.

So, you decided to do a scheme with your best friend, Oikawa Tooru. This was evil in many ways, as you knew the rivalry Tobio had with your best friend. You met Tooru on a trip to your aunt’s house in Miyagi, and after a weirdly funny encounter, you two hit it off as best friends. You rarely met, but this was no excuse for how close you two grew together. It really was a coincidence that the “stupid setter from Karasuno” that Oikawa often talked about turned out to be Kageyama, which was stupidly funny.

You definitely were not the type to do these type of schemes, but you were desperate. You needed at least a glance that said I love you—a lovingly full of attention glance. And this fact also ashamed you; a guy had you craving attention; he had you in the palm of his hand, and he was so oblivious to it. This simply made you furious; you were not one to give into a guy this easily, and it made you angry that he didn’t show any signs.

So, you decided to carry out your plan. You called Oikawa and discussed with him:

“Tooru-chan, accept, please.” You pleaded.

“Using me! Huh! And to make Tobio-chan jealous! Him, of all people!” He said, frustrated and a little bit offended. “Why him, dear? Why him?”

“Please, Tooru, he means a lot to me.”

“But he is an idiot if you have to go to these lengths to get his attention.” He scolded you.

“But, Tooru, I love him!” You cried over the phone.

There was a brief silence on the other line; you could only hear the faint sound of static.

“You are lucky I’m in Japan right now.” He said, resigning to your plan.

“I love you, Tooru! You’re amazing!”

Happily, you hung up the phone. The plan was as follows: he was going to pick you up for a “date” at the time Tobio arrived home from practise, and then you two were actually going to go out because Oikawa asked to at least have some real time with his best friend. So you texted him with the date and time he had to be at your front door. You insisted on him looking extra handsome that day and reacted with, “I’m always extra handsome! >:c” .

When the day came, you decided to pamper yourself. You wore makeup today; you wore a light pink eyeshadow that highlighted your eyes, applying a little bit of glitter at the center of your lid. You carefully placed your blush to make you look naturally flushed. You did your winged liner and used mascara. You successfully enhanced your natural beauty. You left your hair down, as it was what you were most comfortable with. You wanted to look cute, so you picked a white, flowy dress that made you shine. You paired it with black Mary Jane shoes and white socks, as well as a pearly necklace with a purple gem.

At six thirty, your door bell rang and a text bubble appeared on the screen of your phone: “Open the door, dummy.” . And so you hurried up. You put your phone in your black purse and grabbed a black jacket to pair your dress with. You ran downstairs towards the door and opened it very happily.

“Tooru!” you exclaimed, excited. As you hugged your friend tightly, you peeked over his shoulder and saw Kageyama’s figure approaching. You whispered, "Ok, Tooru, let’s do it. Kageyama’s coming”

You knew you were going to get a reaction from him, but not this one. He stopped, looking between you and Oikawa; he got the clue instantly as he saw you both well dressed. You could swear you saw fire coming out of him.

“Oikawa.” He said it in a low tone, angrily.

“Tobio-chan!” He cheerfully replied.

“What are you doing with her? How do you know her?” He blurted out, arching his brow, walking closer to you.

“Going on a date. Not that its any of your business.” Oikawa gave him an annoyed smile.

“No, you’re not.” You swear you and Oikawa are still in your places, surprised by this. Your heart started to race.

“You’re not fair!” You yelled at him, feeling overwhelmed. “You ignore me, then forbid me from going on a date?”

“I…its just…I." He started.

“You what?”

He then walked towards you fully, and taking you by the shoulders, he kissed you passionately. His hands were not moving, and you were so stunned that it took you a second to correspond with him. Oikawa stood still, a little awkward. He decided to slowly walk towards your door and leave you two to it. He was still going to have his time with you nonetheless.

“Oikawa is not the right guy for you. I am. I think I love you. I want you.”

You didn’t say anything, as those words were the one thing you wanted to hear the most, for the longest of times. And you had it now, and it felt amazingly odd; it was a new feeling that meant your love was reciprocated.

“Oikawa is my best friend. I love you, idiot.”

And then you hugged him, and this time he hugged you back.

Thank you for reading <3

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