#maybe he is shot and is stunned to find himself getting up again from a tacky pool of cooled blood after

[loveinhawkins]

The Championship Game of 1985 is only a quarter of the way done, and Eddie is already certain that it’s not going to be a Hawkins victory.

It kinda blows, honestly. It’s boring, like correctly guessing the ending of a movie five minutes in.

And yeah, sue him, maybe high school basketball is a legitimate source of entertainment—he can admit that in the safety of his own head, at least.

Take, for example, the first game of the ‘83 tournament, when a timeout was called with only seconds remaining: the Tigers’ last hope of winning was to miraculously sink a shot with the fraction of time they had left. The tension in the air was palpable as the team formed a huddle—Eddie couldn’t hear anything apart from students chanting, but he stood on his tiptoes and found a gap in the crowd, just in time to read Steve Harrington’s lips: “I’ll make it.”

And he had—with a goddamn stunning full-court jump shot, too, the ball falling through the net just before the buzzer sounded.

Like, come on. Eddie would only admit it under pain of death, but that definitely rivals the intensity of any worthy campaign.

But he can see none of that excitement now. The Tigers have had few opportunities to even get the ball, and whenever they do, Billy Hargrove seems to have taken it upon himself to hog the damn thing, like it’s a symbol of his masculinity.

Of course, he loses the ball—again—and his nostrils flare with anger.

Maybe that’s why Eddie notices it. He’s checked out of paying attention to the game itself, instead focusing on the jaded expressions of Hargrove’s teammates.

As the ball makes its way down center court, Eddie’s eyes are instead drawn to Steve Harrington. He looks pissed, wiping sweat off his forehead and shouting what looks like some pretty choice words at Hargrove’s back.

Hargrove doesn’t seem to acknowledge it, but for just a moment he goes completely still, and all Eddie can think is danger.

It’s covert, the way it’s all done. Hargrove’s move is quick and calculated; he steps far enough away afterwards that it looks like the whole thing is the fault of a rival player.

But Eddie sees the subtle shove. Sees Steve lose his footing.

He goes down hard.

Winces ripple through the audience. Eddie hears Robin Buckley from band suck air through her teeth, then ramble, “Shit, do you think it’s really bad? Beth Wildfire, on my soccer team, her bone, like, came out of her whole knee, you could see it, must’ve been six inches—”

It doesn’t look like anything as gory as that has happened; Steve is already up, and from the redness of his face, it initially seems as if the only thing that’s been hurt is his pride.

But as Eddie sidles to the end of the front row, within earshot of the bench, he sees that Steve can’t put his weight on one ankle, sees the telling way he grits his teeth while speaking.

“I can keep going,” he says, even as Jason Carver’s getting pulled up to replace him.

The coach barely spares Steve a glance, clapping Carver on the shoulder as he jogs onto the court.

“Get someone to take you over to the nurse.”

Steve’s spine goes rigid. “But I can—”

“Look, I don’t have time for this.” The coach finally looks at Steve directly, pointing a stern finger at his chest. “You’re benched, Harrington.”

Steve visibly deflates. He opens his mouth, but no words come out, and then he glances to the side, as if suddenly aware that he’s drawing attention to himself.

This time, when his teeth clench, Eddie thinks that it’s more from embarrassment than pain.

“Whatever,” Steve mutters, and he limps out of the hall—close enough that he clips Eddie by the shoulder as he goes.

Eddie doesn’t know that he’s made a decision until he’s already moving, stepping to the side.

He turns and heads for the exit.

There’s a jeering call from the bench: Mark Lewinsky.

“Aw, what are you gonna do, Munson? Nurse him back to health?”

Obscene moaning noises, punctuated with laughter.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

He finds Steve in the corridor, bracing himself with a hand against the wall. There’s a couple of pictures on the floor, class photos taken for the yearbook that had been pinned up; Steve must have inadvertently torn them down as he grappled for balance.

“Go away, Munson,” he says without looking. “Go back to the game.”

“I’ve kinda lost interest,” Eddie says lightly. He manages to watch Steve take one painful step before he simply can’t do it anymore—stepping forward, he says, “Christ, Harrington, here.”

Steve jolts away from his hand. “Fuck off, I don’t need—”

“Well, fuck you too, then,” Eddie snaps. Something’s burning in his chest, a sudden and fierce hurt. “Jesus Christ. You know what I am isn’t fucking catching, right?”

He shocks himself by saying it.

In the silence that follows all he can think is that, for once, his dad was right: he never did learn how to shut his damn mouth.

Steve’s staring at him, pressing his back against the wall like it’s the one thing keeping him upright.

“That’s—that’s not why—” He breaks off, looks completely lost.

Somewhere within Eddie’s own mortification, he takes pity on him.

He sniffs, tries to act nonchalant. “Don’t hurt yourself, man.”

“No, I—I didn’t mean…” Steve sighs. “I’m sorry. That’s not—I just meant—” He pushes off from the wall again, wobbles until his hand finds purchase. “Just meant I can do it myself.”

Eddie feels his heart rate slow. He tilts his head. Re-examines Steve’s posture: the set to his jaw, the pained determination.

Years ago, Eddie broke his wrist at the fair, thanks to an awkward crash while on the bumper cars. It was the first summer that staying at Wayne’s had become a permanent thing, and Eddie had hidden his wrist beneath the folds of his too-large leather jacket, but Wayne met him off the ride and immediately noticed (“Chrissake, Ed. I’m not mad, kid. Just… lemme help you?”).

Eddie tried to stay silent as he got wrapped into a splint, because anything else felt like admitting to something.

Felt shameful.

“Yeah, you can,” Eddie says, shrugging. He pauses. Takes a chance. “Doesn’t mean you have to, though.”

He moves forward again—slower this time. Offers his hand.

Steve takes it.

“For the record,” he says, grunting as he shifts his weight, “I could’ve kept playing. Like, I’ve had worse.”

Yeah, Eddie thinks, you sure have.

Steve clearly hasn’t sensed that Eddie’s thoughts have gone to how messed up his face was last winter, because he keeps talking.

“Anyway. My own damn fault.” A rueful grin. “Didn’t plant my feet.”

“Don’t,” Eddie says. “You don’t have to… I saw. I saw Hargrove, man.”

Steve scoffs quietly. “Yeah, of course you did.”

“Shit, Harrington, way to make me sound like a stalker.”

“No, it’s just—” Steve shakes his head. “Just typical, that’s all. Remember when the fire alarm went off, last spring? You were the only one who noticed Debbie Lyons was missing.”

“Uh, so?”

Steve smiles. “So… you notice things.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say.

But he gives it a try as they round another corner.

“What the fuck is Hargrove’s problem with you, dude?”

Steve chuckles wryly. “I’m really annoying.”

“Yeah, fair enough,” Eddie says, grinning when Steve manages to elbow him in the ribs. “But not, like, ‘intentionally injure’ levels of annoying. He threw the game, too.”

“Huh?”

Eddie fixes Steve with a pointed look. “Took out one of our best players.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but still looks undeniably pleased. “Shuddup.” He sobers in the space of taking another step and says, “With Hargrove, it’s… there’s bigger things than basketball, y’know?”

Eddie hears the just drop it underneath what’s spoken. He nods.

They’re almost at the nurse’s office when Steve sighs. “S’not exactly how I pictured it.”

“Hmm?”

“My last game.” Steve winces slightly as they inch closer to the door; Eddie tries to take more of his weight. “Had it in my head that I’d win, go out on a high.”

Eddie’s staring down the prospect of repeating senior year again—he knows all about having ideas in your head that don’t quite pan out.

“Life isn’t like a movie, Harrington,” he says.

It comes out perhaps more fond than he intended.

For some reason, Steve starts laughing like he’s heard something downright hilarious. “Yeah, gonna have to agree to disagree on that one, Munson.”

In the nurse’s office, they find out Steve’s probably got a bad sprain rather than a fracture (“See? I totally could’ve kept playing,” Steve insists), but that he should get it checked out at the hospital, just in case.

Ice pack in one hand, Steve makes a call on the office phone, with what sounds like a morbidly curious teen on the other end: “No, dude, there’s no blood—can you be normal for, like, two seconds and put your mom on? Thank you.”

As Steve hangs up, Eddie is very aware that the right time to leave was probably five minutes ago.

He stays put.

“This was supposed to be my last game, too,” he says.

“Was?”

Eddie clicks his tongue. “Well. S’not confirmed yet, haven’t had my last test results back. But uh, it’s kinda like the game.” He nods in the direction that they came, towards the basketball court. “I already know which way it’s gonna go.”

There’s no judgement in Steve’s eyes. “Sorry. Must’ve been boring to watch.”

Eddie smiles. “Nah, you’re good.”

He doesn’t say that, in his eyes, Steve’s single-handedly given the school almost all of its memorable basketball moments. That his secret favourite one isn’t even a Tigers victory: there was a game when Steve was poised to take the winning shot, and a kid from Connersville fainted.

In the few seconds of confusion, Steve could’ve still taken the shot. He could’ve won.

But as soon as he realised what was going on, he refused to.

To Eddie, that says more about him than any triumph ever could.

The phone rings again; the nurse is letting a Mrs Henderson in at the front of the school to pick up Steve.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Eddie says, because there’s only so many people allowed in the office at one time.

“See you, Munson. Um, thanks, by the way. Hope next year’s championship is, uh, better.”

There’s something in the way he says it, like even while still in the building, he’s drifting away, high school in his rear view mirror.

Oh, Eddie thinks wistfully, you’re already halfway outta here, aren’t you?

Goddamnit. I might actually miss you, Steve Harrington. You and your stupid hair.

“Hmm, can’t see myself going to watch next year.”

“Oh, yeah? How come?”

Eddie lingers in the doorway. Maybe it’s the fact that in a few weeks they’re never gonna see each other again. Maybe that helps him say it. Makes him a little braver.

He’s never learned to shut his damn mouth.

“My favourite player’s leaving,” he says.

And sure, he leaves barely a second later; he’s not that brave.

But he stays just long enough to catch Steve’s smile: startled, pleased, and perhaps just a little shy—like he’s made the winning shot after all.

[lavendermin]

Kindergarten teacher reader attempt at sending nudes but it's not fully nudes but gradually ykwim??? At first it was just a shy tease....like showing cleavage or collar (and jing yuan is seated, almost busted even) and then gradually increasing to hips until she showed him her in lingerie AND THEN FULL BLOWN TITS and jing yuan is losing his mind, he can't stop thinking about it that he burned breakfast, even almost recklessly driving to the kindergarten parking (yanqing is praying for their lives)

Also if you don't mind I can be 🦭 anon thee

🦭 anon your brain is massive massive. Dining finely on this concept like it’s a tender steak with a fine wine. Mwah mwah

Jing Yuan would almost find it rather endearing and coquette of you to send such modest (in his humble opinion) temptress pics. The modest cleavage shot to get his heart racing after a board meeting. Cute and stunning and makes his day (and his heart flutter).

cw | mentions of nudity, suggestive

You’re almost setting up a false sense of security that you wouldn’t send him risqué pics. Because why would such a sweet teacher do that? (Honestly the idea itself turns him on a bit) And it’s not like you would ever do that during working hours (yours) but weekends are a nice little treat when you’re a little hot and bothered and feeling somewhat bold. That little bit of liquid courage has you bite the bullet and send that cute pic of you in your little black dress at a bar with friends with a low sweetheart neckline.

Needless to say even that makes Jing Yuan almost burn dinner he’s cooking. (Poor Yanqing has to be like baba the food is making a cloud of smoke.) Unexpected, is what he would label it. But not unwelcome. He’s more in awe that you would send these. Perhaps a bit of corruption on his part? Who can say.

He’s at a bar after work with some colleagues when you first send that pic with a lingerie set and your arm modestly holding up your tits where the lace would leave too much to the prying eyes. His neck feels hot and he quickly has to lock his phone and excuse himself from the table. Fu Xuan only quirks a brow, unimpressed and perhaps a little annoyed at his antics. She’s well aware her boss and long time acquaintance is a fool in love right now. As long as it doesn’t create a PR nightmare she’ll turn a blind eye. That old man needs spice in his dry life.

Jing Yuan locks the bathroom door, letting out a pained sigh at the uncomfortable heat coursing through his body. But he’s nothing if not a man with a man’s brain, so he foolishly opens his texts again to get another look at the picture.

11:34PM [Yanqing’s Hot Teacher] sent an attachment.

11:35PM [Yanqing’s Hot Teacher] maybe you’d like it

11:43PM [Jing Yuan] I’d consider myself a fool if I didn’t appreciate all that you wear.

11:49PM [Yanqing’s Hot Teacher] sent an attachment.

11:49PM [Yanqing’s Hot Teacher] And what about what I don’t wear?

And oh. Oh. That’s a picture of your bare tits. Jing Yuan is lucky he’s still in the bathroom when you send that because his slacks are uncomfortably tight right now. You’re going to take years off his life at this point because he’s stuck at this company outing instead of being able to call a cab to your place right now.

Have mercy on this poor old man’s heart, will you?

[stary-darlin]

JUST HOLDING HER LIKE THAT, MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE TURNING BACK

— ex!ellie williams × reader

It's been 150 days since your last conversation with Ellie, which was an argument, unfortunately. none of you were pleased by the result of it, yet you two still decided to not talk, ignoring when your friends asked you about what happened or if you guys still have a connection with each other. you both were at fault.

And just like teenagers, you both would eye each other when you see each other in the club or anywhere honestly. luck wasn't at any of your sides, maybe because both of you were scardy cats that would die if you chatted with your ex that you still love? maybe.

Moral of the story: both of you became strangers, trying to forget your significant other's name each time you heard their name be called, your body letting out an electric shock each time your shoulders touched each other.

Ellie's friend, Dina knew damn well what was going on, and she was not surprised by so. since when you guys were friends – before confessing your love to each other – you both did the same thing. blushing when you would get close to each other like some teenagers, staying quiet when you sit next to each other. even though you both were pleading for each other's love, your eyes would say it all. As they say, eyes are the window of the soul, and it was indeed. but Dani knew she had to stop this period drama play of yours.

So she came up with a plan that would work on the dumbest couple in the whole world – aka you and Ellie if that's not visible – but needed others' help so she called Abby and Jesse.

SATURDAY, 23:08 PM

— Jesse: why are we doing this again?...

— Dina: to stop them from looking like sad puppies when they see each other

— Jesse: damn right lol

— Abby: so what are we going to do?

— Dina: okay so we will invite them to our party but separately, so they don't know that the other is coming.

— Jesse: okay...

— Abby: mhm

— Dina: and you both know that Ellie has a low tolerance for alcohol

— Abby: so she gets drunk and confesses to y/n? bet.

— Jesse: tbh, I feel like we will regret this...

— Dina: Shut up jesse, come in 30 minutes.

Dina called you, inviting you to the party as the plan says, and you agreed to a party freak like yourself. Dani nodded to the others and set up the living room with LED lights and party decorations, sipping on their fresh drinks when they were done as a prize for their hard work.

"Imagine if this doesn't work," Jesse spoke to himself, "I would die cause I have a test in like two days."

Both Abby and Dina glared at him like two eagles looking for their meal of the day which shut Jesse up. "as if you get good grades in 'em or study" abby replied to him before rolling her eyes and opening her phone, calling ellie with Jesse's stunned expression in the background.

When you arrived to dina's apartment, abby was done with inviting ellie with force because ellie said she didnt feel good a.k.a felt depressed after the break up that was five months ago, i mean come on ellie is sad cause she lost her ultimate sweetheart, her sweet soulmate.

You parted with all three like there was no tomorrow, all of you hugging with your arms on your shoulders while jumping around with your glasses in hand. dani and abby looked at each other, finding it weird that abby didn't come till now and it was already 20 minutes after ending the call. jesse couldn't even care, he was having the time of his life dancing with you and drinking shots of vodka, letting the burning effect of the alcohol burn down his throat.

"Where is ellie?" dina whispered to abby while pretending to dance, "didn't you call her like 20 minutes ago?"

Abby looked down at her phone and nodded, "yes, she said she will come after 10 minutes."

Dina groaned and took a shot before taking her phone and calling ellie. ellie answered quickly, pretending to cough and making the excuse that she's sick, letting dina pull out plan B.

"Don't you want to get back with your darling sweetheart?" she whispered angrily to the phone, forcing a smile and raising her glass when you smile to her. ellie then all of a sudden ellie was no longer sick, "wait, what? you have her with you? oh my god, thank you, thank you." 

"Just come fucking here before she passes out from all the drinks shes taking–" she hung up and ellie jumped off her bed like super mario, putting on the sexiest silk black blouse on herself, was it because she was going to re-marry you today? yes, actually, she daydreamed of being your husband with the confidence of a greek god.

As you went to the bathroom, you heard loud banging that you later on ignored when Dina opened the door. you fix your lipstick, apply another coat on your lips before adding lip balm on for a little glossy look, looking at your face for a last time before opening the door and walking back to the living room, the loud music muffling the sounds of the chatter and laughter as you tilted your head to the side and took another glass that was on the kitchen's pantry with the other snacks, noticing a hand take the last glass right in front of you, trapping you on the side of the pantry. turning around you saw Ellie with that black blouse that was perfect with her biceps and her skin color, looking at her with widened expressions, both of you keeping eye contact for a moment before you walked away with the glass in hand.

Ellie turned around, her eyes following your figure, watching the way your jeans skirt moved on your hips with each step you took and the tight crop top with graphics on it, showing your torso and body to her, causing Ellie's mouth to water for a second. remembering she has to act sexy and cool to attract you back, she put down the glass and took a shot of vodka that was soon mixed with other rough heavy alcohol drink.

She watched you in the corner of everywhere, admiring your beauty that was in its most divine shapes; looking like a painting that was waiting for her to start painting to complete it, and she does admit you both complete each other and that's what she loved about you. she didn't have to work hard for anything cause she knew you were worth all her time, she was willing to be the mark to your Cleopatra with every fiber in her body.

She held her chuckle and smile when she watched you almost trip on the couch's leg, seems like the alcohol was working indeed. and her clumsy little sweetheart just keeping on tripping over and over again before letting out a tiny burp, she knew it was her show time. So she walked to you with her hands in her pants, "hey, you good, babe?" she whispered against your ear, causing you to flinch and look back at her, your eyes closing and opening lazily.

"Yeah, you are not, are you? come, should we go to the guest room?" she took your hand with her arm around your waist, her hand grasping your waist with slight grip. her braincells laughing and giggling at being able to feel you again. "come, let's go."

She walked you to the guest room that was away from everyone, chuckling to herself as she saw you with your gaze still on her looking like a total deer in the headlights. "stop looking at me like that, babe." she tilting her head to the side as she slide you into her other arm to close the door behind her.

"Woah–" you replied to her with your lips curled into an 'O' shape, your eyes turning into hearts as you stared at the two unbottoned buttons that gave you the view of her fair skin, making your cheeks redden. ellie hummed and looked at where you stared at her before letting out a laughter and looking back at you, her eyes narrowed into a curve with her lips, her smirk causing you to let out random babbles.

"Uh-huh, baby?" ellie played along as she placed the back of her hand against the side of your cheek, screaming internally as she felt the warmth of your soft cheeks that were caused by the alcohol. "u–...uh-huh" you shuttered as you nodded with nothing but pure emptiness in your head.

"You're so fucking cute, god." she groaned as she leaned in, taking your lips against yours, savoring every second of it. her hands cupping your face to the back of your ears – with ellie deepening the kiss – her tongue sliding against your parted lips, tasting your cherry lip balm causing her to groan once more. leaning back to let you get your breath, your face flushed with your lipstick smudged, turning on ellie even more.

You whimper softly while opening your eyes lazily, leaning your head closer to her face, and putting your palm on her collarbone, tip-toeing your way to the top to take another kiss, whimpering once more as she backs away playfully. "Do you even know what you're doing right now?"

"Uh-huh..." you nodded before tip-toeing again to kiss her, causing her to lean back before your lips meet hers, "let me–" you pout as you try one again, only repeating the same loop over and over again until you got tired to the point you started tearing up. Head down and bottom lip forward into a sad pout. "No, baby. Don't cry, I'm sorry." Ellie quickly lifted you head see your face, wiping the tears away with her hand cupping your face to only see that it was all an act. "Are you actin–" you cut her off by kissing her but this time you were the one in lead, tip-toeing on her shoe as you pressed your body against her, one of your arms on the beginning of her back and the other on the back of her head. Letting out a soft gasp as she bites your bottom lip, pouting as the shining pain continues when she continues kissing you.

Your intimate moment speaking words as much as your actions did, ellie leaded you to the bed while not letting go of your lips as if she wanted to get a new record on kissing you for the longest time.

"Ellie–" you gasped once more, hands on her shoulders as you pulled away from the kiss for a little mini break, all of that kissing sobering you up. "You–...we shouldn't do this."

Ellie frowned and took your hand to her chest where the heart, "you love me still, don't you?" You nodded with a pout, "and I love you so that means nothing is wrong with it. Now come here–" she took your lips against hers before you pulled away again.

"But we broke up" you spoke as you gazed up at her, "okay and? It was a heated argument, baby. We both couldn't live without each other." You looked over at her eyes, the shine in them like the one when she confessed to you; real and true.

"Look, I'm sorry for raising my voice. I regretted it since then and didn't know how to make up for it, I'm really, really sorry. I loved you since the first day I saw you, and the same love for you is still with me, I love you with every energy to my soul." She confessed while keeping her tilted head beside yours, her hand on your jaw with the other on the other side of your hips, pinning you to the bed. You let out a soft whine of her name as you pouted, tears in your eyes as you kissed her once again but this time it was heated and full of regret and hope for the upcoming, ellie let out a groan and leaned closer, cupping your throat with one hand, her thumb pressing gently on it.

"You don't know how much I missed you, missed this." She murmured against your lips before continuing to kiss you, parting your lips with her tongue which caused you to let out a soft moan as you lay down on the bed with ellie on top, following you.

As the situation got more heated, Jesse walked past the room to go to the bathroom since abby was in the other one and heard muffled moans and gasps, his face reddened as soon as he knew what you and ellie are doing. Dina followed him to ask him about what music to play next and heard the noises too, her expression freezing as she looked at the door.

"I told you we will soon regret this..." Jesse whispered to her while pressing his lips together into a straight line. "L-let's just...uhm go." Dina's voice softly appeared since the next song came up, both her and Jesse walked back to the living room, their faces traumatized as if they were kids who noticed their parents have sex. Abby came out of the bathroom and stood infront of them.

"Is everything okay?" She asked while taking a glass and taking a sip.

"N-no, no. Nothing's okay– I mean everything is okay." Jesse mumbled while staring at the floor like an insane person in the asylum.

"Why do you guys look like that then?–" she asked while raising a brow, confused. God replying to her by himself as soon as she says that. The music lowered down by siri with a combination of muffled moans that were now louder and bed-creaking noises. "Oh." She shut her mouth so quick, "well atleast they are together right and having fun?" She tried to comfort their brains that was traumatized in a second.

"Yeah..." both of dina and Jesse replied back.

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Requests: open <3

[new-fandom-scene]

Speechless

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Tim's lights are on, but nobody seems to be home.

Word Count: 1,572

By the time Tim and Angela made it out and into the bar, the usual nine to five crowd was already deep in "weekend mode". Groups of girlfriends were giggling while taking shots of cheap tequila. Packs of guys were working their way through pitcher after pitcher of beer. Weaving through the loud and lively crowd, Wesley already had their usuals sitting at their table for them. Lopez hums in content as she greets Wesley with a kiss and a grateful smile. "This is how it should be at the end of every week", Lopez declares before raising her bottle and clinking hers against Wesley and Tim's glasses.

"So now you're expecting me to be sitting pretty nursing the first round, just waiting for you guys to get here every Friday?" Wesley looks to his wife incredulously and rolls his eyes. "I think I'll pass". Angela shrugs dismissively, taking a sip.

"Obviously not every week, Babe. You and Tim's next lady can alternate every other week". Now it's Tim's turn to roll his eyes.

"Right, because a beer wench is all I'm looking for in a partner. No offense, Wes". Wesley shrugs.

"Since I have no choice but to accept this fate, maybe I can help find my new coworker? There's gotta be a single girl somewhere in my department. I can ask around on Monday". Angela takes her turn to roll her eyes.

"I so need my husband to ask around about the single women at his office", sarcasm dripping with every word. Lopez tips her bottle all the way up, getting the last drop, before setting it back down on the table. "Timothy will get a pretty lady soon enough. But right now, he's gotta get the next round."

Stiffly, Tim stretches his arms out wide and lets out a sigh before pushing himself up from the table. "Next round comin' up". Turning swiftly, Tim makes his way to the center of the bar, but not before bumping right into someone walking the opposite direction and back towards their table. Instinctively, Tim catches the victim of his unwareness by the waist, steadying her before fumbling any further.

"I am so sorry!" You say, rubbing your hands together anxiously. "I definitely thought I was paying attention, but there are so many people, I- I'm so sorry!" You try to search for any signs of anger or frustration on Tim's face, but you don't find any. In fact, you don't even think there's anyone home upstairs, from the looks of it.

Tim's mouth hangs open slightly as he stares at the woman in front of him. A million thoughts running through his head as none of those thoughts are actually making it to his mouth as tangible words. He doesn't think he's ever seen anyone as breathtaking as you, or stunning, as he is literally stunned in front of you. "Ar-are you okay?" You ask again, bringing him a little back to reality. Tim nods, still frozen in place from the shoulders down. "Umm, okay then. Since we don't need to exchange insurances or anything, I should be heading back". The last thing Tim wants is for you to leave his space, but those words are still taking their sweet time getting to his mouth. "Sorry again, have a good night!" You say as you awkwardly shuffle around him and head back to your table of friends. Tim still stands there, analyzing everything, until Angela begins to laugh and Tim's defense mode starts to kick in.

"Someone better be home up there before the squatters try to break in!" Angela jabs while Tim slowly brings himself down to sit at the table.

"Was it- was it that bad?" Tim looks to Wesley, who grimaces. Tim clenches his jaw.

"She might as well have been Medusa with how stonely you stood, man" Wesley shakes his head. "But you know, there's always room for bouncing back". Angela throws her head back with laughter.

"Next round says you can't come back from that", she challenges. Tim swallows hard. It couldn't have been bad beyond recovery, right? He shakes himself out of it and the adrenaline starts to course through his body. Looking out beyond their booth, Tim spots your head bobbing as you weave your way back to the bar. Time to man up, Bradford, he thinks to himself.

"Get your card ready, Lopez", Tim smirks as he pushes himself back up and towards the bar. Angela smiles to herself.

"It'd be Wesley's card anyways!" She calls back, but her voice gets lost amongst the sea of people Tim wades through to get to where you're standing and waiting to be served. You can do this, Bradford. You're a very handsome boy." Shaking any anxieties out of his body, he taps you on your shoulder. You turn around to investigate, blushing nervously with a shy smile. Tim can feel himself begin to seize in front you, and, for not knowing him pretty much at all, you're starting to feel that he is too.

"Let me guess, you have an injury and we actually do need to exchange insurances?" You chuckle. Tim opens his mouth to speak, but is met with, yet again, an empty house. You're usually never this forward, but you've got a couple of drinks under your belt. Guess you gotta taken the reins on this one, you think to yourself. "You know, what? I've actually got the shittiest insurance, maybe we should just exchange numbers instead so I can make it up to you? Think grabbing dinner could compensate for the value of your injuries?" You suggest, rocking back and forth on your heels. "I-I'm (y/n) by the way", you add and stick your hand out for him to shake. "Guess I should have said that earlier". You pray that your hand isn't sweaty as you hold it out for him, simultaneously searching his face for any signs of life.

Her hand! Shake her damn hand! Tim yells at himself internally and pushes himself to stick his hand out to meet yours. Tim notices how perfectly your hand fits with his, memorizing the softness of your skin. "T-Tim", he says to you, which comes out more as cough or gasp for air. Your shoulders visibly lower in relief that you hadn't stuck yourself out there for nothing.

"Nice to meet you, Tim", you smile and continue to shake his hand. Tim can't keep his eyes off you, taking in every sparkle in your eyes and how your smile could honestly fix any hard day's work that he's ever had. He notices how there seems to be one piece of your hair that's about to fall in front of your gorgeous face and he resists the urge to reach out and stop it from happening. What else can I say? Think, handsome boy, think. Shit, we're still shaking her hand! He drops your hand more abruptly than he liked to, a rigid smile and nervous chuckle following.

"I like burgers!" Tim says loudly, also more abruptly than he liked to. Your smile widens as you let a hearty laugh escape.

"I like burgers too!" You say with just as much energy. Now it's your turn to make him chuckle. You watch as his body relaxes into a more comfortable stance. "Easing up a little bit, I see?" You tease, stepping slightly closer to him. Tim shakes his head and smiles, his gaze returning to yours with an amazed smile on his face.

"I don't believe I've ever met anyone that has actually left me speechless", he admits to you. "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable in any way". You smile and swat your hand playfully dismissive.

"Don't worry about it," you smile. "I just hope burgers are enough to compensate for taking away your personal space and your breath away". Tim rolls his eyes playfully.

"Hey, I was still breathing" he lazily defends. "But a burger and some more of your time would certainly be a good start towards my compensation". You nod, impressed, and motion with your hand for Tim's phone. He opens it and places it into your hands for you to enter your phone number.

"How about your people talk to my people, and we can discuss proper reimbursement?" You hand the phone back to him with a smile. Tim reaches out and gets a hold of the phone, his fingers lingering over yours for just a moment before putting it back in his pocket.

"Sounds like a good start to me," Tim agrees, reluctant to leave your area of space. "I'll call you, (y/n). And I'll actually have more words this time", he promises and watches your smile get brighter and cheeks get rosier. He swears he'll do whatever he can to always make you look at him like that.

"I can't wait to hear them," you say. "It was nice to meet you, Tim". He smiles and nods before waving a small goodbye and heading back to an expectant Angela and Wesley.

"Where's my drink at?" Angela asks. Tim shakes his head slowly while pulling out his phone to show them your number. The husband and wife clap slowly, very impressed and surprised by the turnaround.

"So, where's my drink at, Lopez?" Tim shoots back, teasing. Angela looks to Wesley, eyebrows raised. Wesley sighs before pushing himself up from the table.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm on it".

[shitsndgiggs]

arda x turkish!reader? maybe comofrting him after the loss or something

NIGHT OF COMFORT - ARDA GÜLER

After the heartbreaking defeat for Turkey in the quarter finals, Arda finds comfort in his partner.

Arda Güler x turkish! reader

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The atmosphere in the stadium in Berlin was electric as Turkey faced off against the Netherlands in the quarter-finals of Euro 2024.

From my seat among Arda's family, surrounded by a sea of Turkish flags and jerseys, I watched intently as the game unfolded.

In the 22nd minute, Arda made a breathtaking dash towards the goal, weaving past Dutch defenders with skillful precision. With a thunderous strike, he aimed for the top corner, but Verbruggen, the Dutch goalkeeper, defied gravity with a spectacular save.

The collective gasp from the stands mirrored my own disappointment.

"He was so close!" Arda’s sister exclaimed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

"He'll get another chance," I reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Arda's influence on the game was evident, and in the 35th minute, we erupted in jubilation as Samet Akaydin capitalized on Arda's brilliant assist to give Turkey the lead.

Arda's sister clutched my hand tightly, her eyes shining with pride for her brother's contribution to the team's success.

"That was amazing!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. " His assist was perfect!"

As the game progressed into the second half, tensions rose once more. In the 56th minute, when Arda was fouled by Nathan Aké,

I gasped in concern, my hand flying to my mouth. "Is he okay?" I asked, my eyes glued to Arda as he got back on his feet.

"He looks fine," Arda's sister replied, watching as Arda lined up for the free kick. When his shot hit the post, I groaned softly, my disappointment evident. "So close," I murmured, shaking my head.

The game took a turn in the 70th minute when the Netherlands equalized, and in the 76th minute, Turkey conceded an own goal, leaving the turkish fans in stunned silence, and giving the dutch a 2-1 lead.

The Turkish team was visibly shaken by the own goal, and I could feel the disappointment radiating from the players.

Arda's sister sat back in her seat, her hands covering her face in disbelief. I put a comforting arm around her shoulders, feeling the weight of the moment.

With time running out, Turkey pushed forward relentlessly, desperate to level the score. Arda, determined to redeem himself, tried again to hit the goal.

His shot sailed towards the top corner, but the Dutch goalkeeper managed a miraculous save, denying Turkey a goal once again.

"I can't believe it," I murmured, my voice trembling with emotion.

As the match entered extra time, the atmosphere was charged with tension and anticipation. Turkey continued to press forward, but the dutch defense held firm. Despite their relentless efforts, they couldn't find the breakthrough they desperately needed.

The final whistle blew, signalling the end of the match, and therefore also the end for the turkish team in the Euros 2024.

"They fought so hard," I said quietly, my voice filled with pride despite the outcome.

"They did," Arda's sister agreed, standing beside me. "Arda played his heart out."

Together, we joined Arda's family as they waited outside the stadium. When Arda emerged, she embraced him tightly, her emotions raw. "You did your best, Abi," she whispered.

Arda hugged her back, his own emotions evident. "Thanks" he replied hoarsely, his voice filled with gratitude.

When he approached me, I could see the apprehension in his eyes, fearing my reaction to the loss.

"Arda," I called softly, stepping forward and enveloping him in a comforting embrace. "Seni çok gurur duyuyorum."

He hesitated for a moment, then buried his face in my shoulder, his body trembling slightly with emotion.

"I'm sorry" he murmured, his voice choked with tears. “I really wanted us to win“

"You played with heart and determination," I reassured him, gently stroking his back. "You gave everything out there. That's all anyone can ask for"

Arda pulled back slightly, searching my eyes for reassurance. "I thought you would be upset" he admitted, his voice wavering.

I shook my head, cupping his face in my hands. "I could never be upset with you, Arda. Bizi gururlandırdın," I said earnestly, my own voice thick with emotion.

He managed a small smile through his tears, his gratitude evident. "Teşekkür ederim," he whispered, leaning in to kiss my forehead tenderly.

"Come with me," I suggested softly, taking his hand in mine. "Let's go somewhere quieter."

Arda and I walked silently to the parking lot, his hand tightly holding mine as if afraid to let go. The stadium lights cast long shadows across the pavement as we made our way to the car, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

In the quiet of the car ride, Arda's grip on my hand remained firm, his eyes occasionally glancing over with a mixture of sadness and gratitude.

"Seni seviyorum askim, " he murmured softly, breaking the silence, his voice laced with emotion.

I smiled reassuringly, feeling the weight of his gratitude. "Seni seviyorum," I replied tenderly, emphasizing my unwavering support.

Arriving at my hotel, we ascended to the room in solemn silence. Inside, I turned on the TV, seeking the comfort of a movie to distract us both.

As we settled into the couch, Arda lay his head on my chest, his body draped over mine, seeking comfort in our closeness. I ran my fingers through his hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

"You did amazing, askim. I'm so proud of you," I whispered, my voice soft and soothing. "You're my hero, and you'll always be. No matter the outcome, you'll always have my support and love."

Arda sighed contentedly, nuzzling closer to me. "I needed to hear that," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

"I'll always be here for you," I continued, my fingers tracing gentle patterns on his back. "You can always count on me, Arda. I believe in you more than anything."

As the night progressed, the tension from the match slowly dissipated.

Wrapped in each other's embrace, we eventually drifted into a peaceful sleep, the weight of the day's events easing with every steady heartbeat.

[roosterforme]

Caught in the Act | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When you arrive home early to find Bradley in bed watching a dirty video, you're only a little surprised to find it's the one you made together.

Warnings: Fluff and smut

Length: 1500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! (But it can be read on its own) Check my masterlist in my profile for the reading order! This was written for a request!

As you drove home from Sunday brunch with your friends, the bright sunlight hit your engagement ring and made you smile. You'd only had it for a few weeks, but you loved looking at it. You loved thinking about Bradley when you looked at it. 

Last week, Bradley tried his best to make hot sauce to show his appreciation for you. You quickly followed that up by making a dirty video with him to show him your appreciation. He'd been healing nicely since his crash, and you had been using the promise of a video as motivation for him to keep up with his physical therapy exercises at home. 

So a few nights ago, right after dinner, you whispered, "Wanna make that video tonight, Roo?"

He had been practically jumping around like a golden retriever. "Hell, yes, Baby Girl!" He pulled you against him and sloppy kissed your entire face, already hard against your belly through his gym shorts. "You ready now?"

You looked down at your sweatpants and threadbare tank top, and it just made you love him even more. Because he sincerely wouldn't have cared if you wore your 'house cleaning clothes' in the video. 

You still giggled about it now as you pulled into the driveway next to the Bronco and grabbed your leftover food from brunch. You'd let Bradley finish your French toast, and then maybe take a shower together. 

When you unlocked the front door and set everything down in the kitchen, you could hear some noise coming from the bedroom. You were home a lot earlier than you usually were after brunch, so you took your shoes off and went to check on your fiancé. 

As you walked down the hallway, the sounds of people moaning greeted your ears. You almost tripped as you tried to get to the bedroom faster, only to find Bradley laying in bed naked, jerking off.

You stood in the doorway, gaping as he watched a loud video on his phone and stroked himself with his right hand. His penis was rock hard, and the tip looked red and wet as he groaned loudly.

"Are you watching porn?" you asked casually, and Bradley dropped his phone directly onto his abs as he scrambled to sit up.

"Sweetheart! You're early!" he rasped, searching around the bedding for his phone which was still playing the video.

You giggled. "It's okay if you're watching porn, Roo. I'm not going to get mad."

"I'm not!" he insisted, still searching the rumpled duvet for the phone.

You just rolled your eyes and climbed into bed with him, digging his phone out to hand it to him. And that's when you heard your own voice coming from the phone. 

"Roo! Fuck me harder!"

You looked at his phone screen to see that he had been watching the video the two of you made, and when you glanced up at his face, he was blushing a deep pink. The video played on, and it was currently a shot of Bradley's dick sliding deep into your pussy before he panned up to your bouncing boobs and then your face as you begged him for more.

He took the phone from your hand and paused the video, looking like he wasn't sure if he should laugh or cry. 

"You were jerking off to us?" you asked softly. When he just nodded in response, your eyes dipped down to see his cock was hard and twitching against his thigh. 

"It's not porn," he insisted, voice deep with conviction. "Not really."

You bit your lip and tried not to laugh again, because he still looked so stunned. Then you slowly started to crawl the rest of the way across to bed toward him. 

"It's okay, Roo," you reassured him. "You can keep touching yourself. And you can put the video back on if you want." Then you added in a soft whisper right next to his ear, "You've watched me touch myself before."

He swallowed hard and grunted. "Yeah. It's so hot."

You kissed his cheek and mustache softly. "It's hot when you touch yourself too, Roo." You took his right hand in yours and guided it back to his hard length. You helped him ease his hand up and down, your gaze catching on the pretty bead of his precum. 

"Or..." he said, and you looked him in the eyes. "We could reenact the video, Baby Girl."

You licked your lips and kissed him before dipping down to lick the tip of his cock clean, swallowing the taste of him as he moaned our name. 

"Yeah, let's do that," you told him, pulling your dress over your head and tossing it aside. You were in just your champagne colored bra with matching underwear, and Bradley was reaching for you. "Maybe we should start with the part where you called me your bratty little slut while I sucked your cock?"

Bradley hissed as he guided your head toward his dick. "Please. My bratty little slut gives the best head."

You moaned as you wrapped your lips around him and teased his tip with your tongue. Then you slid him further into your mouth until you were practically gagging, but Bradley was holding your head firmly in place. Just like he had done in the video. 

Then he released you and stroked your cheek as you withdrew him from your mouth, and a messy string of your saliva dripped onto him. Once again, he guided your mouth down around him, deep enough that you were struggling before easing up. He loved getting sloppy head; you knew this and let him have it all the time. But the video reenactment was making you so wet, you were going to need him to fuck you soon.

"Can I take another video?" he asked while you licked his balls. 

"Yes," you whispered, kissing his inner thigh as he started recording you in action. "Who am I right now?"

"My bratty little slut," he told you, his voice deep as his cock pulsed in your hand. 

"That's right. And what am I good for?" you whispered against his balls before licking up his length. 

"Taking my cum," he replied, thrusting hard into your mouth as soon as you had his tip on your tongue. Soon you were gagging and gasping as he fucked your mouth, and tears were prickling behind your eyes. Just as they were starting to water, Bradley pulled you away from his cock by your hair. Your pussy was clenching around nothing as he made your scalp sting.

"Now ride me," he demanded, and you were whimpering as you straddled his hips, pulled your lace underwear to the side, and sunk down around his length. 

"Oh!" you gasped. "I needed you." You bounced up and down on him, nearly forgetting he had his phone out; he just felt that good. 

You leaned forward to kiss him where he was laying propped against the pillows. "Am I still your bratty slut?" you asked, your lips bumping against his as you got closer and closer to what you needed.

"No, you're my Baby Girl," he reassured you, rubbing his fingers down the back of your neck and underneath your bra strap. You tipped your head back and he kissed along your neck and the tops of your breasts. "And I love you."

You rode him just like this as he told you how perfect you were. When you started to clench around him, he growled, "Now take my cum."

And you did. Of course you did. He filled you up as he bottomed out inside you, and Bradley made sure to record his cum as it dripped out of you and made a mess of your underwear and his thigh. 

"I love you, Roo," you promised him before he stopped the recording.

You eased yourself up his body so you were laying cozy against his chest, and his strong arms wrapped around you. 

"Are you glad I came home early?" you asked, and Bradley's laughter made you bounce a little bit against him. 

"I am, Sweetheart. Because now I have two videos of you to keep me warm while I'm deployed. I'm going to tuck them away and cherish them and keep them safe for the next time I'm really missing you."

"If you play your cards right, I might agree to make another one eventually," you whispered against his collarbone. 

"I'm very good at cards," he assured you. "I think you liked that it was our video I was jerking off to."

You bit your lip and looked up at him as he glared down at you. "Duh, Bradley. You make me feel like a princess."

He reached down and swatted your butt lightly. "Mostly a brat."

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[alisonsfics]

revenge kiss

pairing: coworker! tony dinozzo x reader

summary: sometimes the only way to get revenge on your asshole boyfriend is to make out with your coworker

word count: 2.4k

“You’re in a good mood, Tony.” You said, as you watched Tony practically skip to his desk. He looked over at you and shot you his signature wink. “I’m always in a good mood when I’m around you,” he jokingly flirted. You laughed off his workplace flirting. You’d come to expect it after working with him for five years.

“While I am a delight, you seem more energetic than normal.” You explained. He shrugged while setting his backpack down behind his desk. He made his way towards your desk and sat on the side of it.

“Maybe because tonight is the annual NCIS rager, and I finally convinced the whole team to go. Which you’re not allowed to back out of, by the way.” He told you, making sure you didn’t bail like the last four times.

“No, I know. A promise is a promise. Pete and I will be there. But to be fair, it’s basically an overcompensated mixer at a random agent’s house. But I will be there because I promised you I would.” You told him. Pete was another NCIS agent that you had been dating for the last four months.

“That sounds like I owe you,” Tony noticed.

“That is correct. You owe me big time. I’m not saving your ass from Gibbs until you make it up to me.” You told him. Tony chuckled to himself, knowing just how often you saved him from Gibbs’ wrath.

“Just say the word, and I’ll make it up to you right now, if you want.” He whispered, sending you a wink. You just giggled to yourself. “An intriguing offer. I’ll think about it, Dinozzo.” You teased.

He stood up and returned to his own desk. “You know where to find me,” he teased, sitting down.

You both made it through the rest of the day. Your shifts were about to be over, but Gibbs was interrogating a suspect and needed evidence before the FBI showed up to transfer him.

“Alright, baby, you ready to leave?” Pete asked, walking towards your desk as you, Tony, and McGee were furiously typing. “Not right now,” you mumbled, trying to stay focused.

“We have to leave for that party.” Pete reminded you.

“I know that. We have 10 minutes to get Gibbs the evidence he needs before the FBI shows up. So be patient,” you snapped at him.

Across the squad room, you saw Tony smirk to himself as you put Pete in his place. Tony didn’t love Pete. Pete was impatient and wasn’t always friendly with the other agents. Tony had disliked him way before you two starting dating.

After a few minutes of silence, Pete was growing more impatient. “Okay, c’mon, baby,” Pete rushed you.

Before you could say anything, Tony butted in. “Pete, my guy, stop acting like an asshole. Unlike you, we’re actually doing our jobs. So, unless you’re gonna help, leave her alone.” Tony told him.

Pete was left stunned that Tony didn’t stay out of it. Pete sulked away, going to wait in the break room.

“Thank you,” you said, giving Tony a smile. He nodded his head.

“You did say I owed you,” Tony teased, making you roll your eyes.

Tony’s phone rang, causing you all to jump. “Dinozzo,” he quickly answered the phone.

There a few seconds of silence and then “alright,” and Tony hung up the phone. “FBI’s in the lobby. You almost got those coordinates, McGee?” Tony asked.

“Ten seconds,” McGee called out. If it was possible, McGee started typing faster. “Oh, and Tony?” You said.

“Yes?” He asked, quickly glancing up at you. “That doesn’t count as your favor. Nice try,” you corrected him.

“I don’t know what you mean. I still got my mind on making it up to you that other way.” He said, winking at you again.

“I got it. We’re good.” McGee announced. You all sighed and leaned back from your computers. “Wait…what’re you guys talking about?” McGee asked, questioning Tony’s previous comment.

“Timmy, the adults were talking. We’ll tell you when you’re older.” Tony teased. You choked on your water and tried to not spit it everywhere.

“Don’t let Pete hear you, Tony. Not everyone gets your strange sense of humor.” McGee told him as you left to get Pete from the break room.

You all went home to get ready for the party. Tony had offered to be the designated driver for you, Pete, McGee, and Ziva. So, at 7:30pm, you heard a knock on your door.

“Pete, they’re here.” You called out, waiting for Pete to grab his phone and wallet.

You swung the door open and saw Tony standing outside. You watched Tony’s eyes look you up and down. “You always clean up real nice,” he complimented you.

“Thank you, Tony,” you said, giving him a quick hug.

“C’mon, Pete, let’s go. Have you seen how nice your girlfriend looks? You do not want her to go to this party without you.” Tony yelled into your apartment, rushing Pete.

You lightly smacked Tony’s arm. “Tony, shut up. Pete’s gonna be pissed at you.” You whispered yelled at him. He chuckled and shrugged.

Pete came rushing out of your apartment. “You wanna stop hitting on my girlfriend, Dinozzo?” Pete snapped, forcefully pulling you into his side.

“Tony’s just kidding. It’s fine,” you assured him as you all headed to the car. Pete opened your door for you and let you slide into the middle seat, next to McGee. Ziva was in the front, and then Pete sat next to you.

“Hi, Ziva. You look amazing.” You complimented her. She quickly thanked you and you said hi to McGee.

You opened your phone and sent Ziva a text: “Tony and Pete are already getting on each other’s nerves. It’s gonna be a long night. Gonna have to keep them separated.”

You watched her try to hide her laugh as she read your text. After a few seconds, your phone lit up with a response.

“You have all the men fighting over you. I hate to say it about poor Pete, but he deserves Tony making him feel a little jealous.” She responded.

After you got to the party, Pete wandered off to talk to some of the agents on his team. To be fair, Pete hung out with the four of you a lot, and it must have been tough to be the outsider. But he could have introduced you to his friends, instead of leaving you alone.

“Has he even introduced you to any of his friends?” McGee asked you, curiously. You shook your head, looking at the floor. The four of you headed to the bar.

“In all seriousness, if you want me to talk to him, I will. It feels like he’s not putting in a lot of effort.” Tony told you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and let you rest your head on him.

“He means well,” you defended Pete, even though sometimes you didn’t want to. “That doesn’t mean he can’t do better.” Ziva added, with a knowing glance.

The four of you stuck together for most of the night. You barely saw Pete. You had gotten a little tipsy after a while. Tony kept himself to one beer since he was the designated driver.

You all were listening to Ziva tell a funny story about her childhood when cheering erupted behind you.

You saw a big group of some of the single agents pulling out a board game. “What is that about?” You asked, looking over at Tony, who had a look of dread on his face.

“It’s a game some of the single guys made up. They mashed every high school party game together, you know, spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven. It’s normally just the single agents that are lonely.” Tony explained.

You all noticed Pete’s presence in the circle. “Then why is Pete there?” Ziva asked the question you were all thinking.

You stormed over towards him. Tony and Ziva followed behind you, sensing you might need backup.

“Pete? The hell? You’re seriously playing?” You asked him. He looked over his shoulder at you and shrugged. “It’s just a game, sweetheart.” He said, condescendingly.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Okay, then I’ll join you.” You said, sitting down beside him. Tony sat down next to you, trying to support you. Ziva would’ve rather died than kissed any of those guys, so she returned to stand with McGee.

Pete went first. The premise of the game involved spinning two wheels to pick what game you had to play and a person to play it with.

Pete spun both the wheels, completely unaware of the glare he was getting from you. It landed on spin the bottle and Grace, who was a new recruit at NCIS. She was barely 23 years old.

“You gotta be kidding me,” you mumbled to yourself. Tony patted your back, trying to calm you down. It didn’t work.

“You want me to say something?” Tony whispered. You simply shook your head. He could tell from the way your jaw was clenched that you were beyond pissed.

Pete walked over to the other side of the circle and kissed her. It was just a peck on the lips, but the fact that he was acting like a child made your blood boil.

You decided to go next to get back at Pete. You spun the wheels and waited to see what your revenge would be. It landed on seven minutes in heaven. The other spinner kept going, very slowly coming to a stop. It landed on Tony.

“You’re not actually gonna…” Pete started to ask you. You rolled your eyes. “It’s just a game, sweetheart,” you threw his previous words back in his face.

“We don’t have to do this to get back at him.” Tony whispered, trying to reason with you. He jokingly flirted with you all the time, but when it came to real boundaries, he wouldn’t do anything you weren’t okay with.

You stood up, grabbing Tony’s hands and pulling him to his feet. You grabbed his arm and pulled him behind you. “C’mon, Dinozzo,” you said, going over to the spare closet in the living room.

You opened the door and stepped inside. You caught a glimpse of Pete’s shocked face as you grabbed Tony by his collar and pulled him inside with you. Someone shut the door behind the two of you.

“You don’t have to go through with this if—” Tony started to tell you, but you interrupted him by pulling him towards you and kissing him.

His instincts took over since he’d always dreamed about what it’d be like to kiss you. He let his fingers rake through your hair as you furiously kissed him. You ran your fingers over his chest.

Tony pulled away, trying to put some space between the two of you. “What about Pete? We can’t…we shouldn’t,” he mumbled, trying to reason with you.

You shook your head, pulling him back towards you. “Me and Pete are over. He’s such a moron. Don’t worry about him,” you assured Tony. He didn’t kiss you yet.

“And you’re thinking straight and this isn’t the alcohol talking?” He double checked. You quickly nodded your head. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Why do you think Pete’s so jealous of you? He knew I had a little thing for you and you treat me better than he does.” You explained.

Just like that, Tony was back all over you. He grabbed your hips and pushed you against the wall. There was no space between you two. Your fingers fiddled with his shirt buttons, having a hard time unbuttoning them in the dark.

The years of unspoken feelings and long stakeouts had finally caught up to you both. You both couldn’t ignore the way that your eyes always lingered on each other.

“You look so gorgeous tonight, like a goddess,” Tony mumbled against your lips. His hands were back in your hair, cupping the back of your head. You couldn’t get his shirt off, so you left it on but unbuttoned.

You ran your fingers over his bare chest, noticing how he shivered under your touch. You pulled away so you could take a breath, and Tony wasted no time burying his face in your neck.

He started lightly sucking on your skin. A soft whimper came out of your lips, and you felt Tony’s hips buck against yours. “Sound like an angel,” he praised you.

You pulled him back up to kiss you. His tongue effortlessly slipped into your mouth.

You hiked one of your legs up around his waist. Tony picked up on the hint and grabbed the back of your thighs and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

The door flew open. Both of you were too distracted to even notice.

“Times up, you asshole,” It was Pete, and he grabbed Tony by his arm and threw him out of the closet.

“Oh, but we were just starting to have a good time,” Tony whined, knowing exactly how to push Pete’s buttons. Tony knew he was yours now, so he had no reason to hold back around Pete.

Pete looked between the two of you, looking at Tony’s unbuttoned shirt and your smudged lipstick. Pete knew he had pissed you off, but he still didn’t expect to walk in on you making out with your coworker.

“What’s wrong, Petey? Thought it was just a game?” Tony asked, cocking his head to the side.

Pete pushed Tony backwards, his face turning red. “You think you can talk to me like that after you shoved your tongue down my girlfriend’s throat.” Pete yelled.

Tony looked around and shrugged. “She wasn’t exactly complaining,” Tony said, earning a giggle out of you.

“Fuck you, Dinozzo,” Pete yelled, swinging a punch at Tony, but Tony dodged it. You noticed the cocky smirk on Tony’s face, and you knew he was about to piss Pete off even more.

“I won’t have to, she’ll be doing that later,” he said, sending a wink towards you. Pete shoved Tony into the wall behind you. “You are a piece of shit, Dinozzo. You know that?” Pete asked him.

“Yeah, I’ve been told that before, but some people love it.” He said, looking over at you as you walked over towards them.

“Leave him alone, Pete.” You demanded. Pete scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’re defending this douchebag? You’re my girlfriend,” Pete argued.

“Yeah, not anymore,” you said, grabbing Tony’s hand and pulling him towards the door. “Bye bye Petey,” Tony said, waving over his shoulder as you both left.

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[twisted-tales-of-all]

Summary: 🍓’s anon request- '6 and 75 with bigdick! Yunho or Mingi'

6 - "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you." || 75 - "You know, you look real pretty when you cry."

Pairing: Mingi x afab!reader Genres/tropes: non-idol!AU, (newly) established relationship, smut, fluff (if you squint), drabble Word Count: 733 Warnings: big-dick!Mingi, shy(ish) Mingi, reader takes initiative, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, use of lube, begging, dacryphilia, cursing once or twice A/N: The storyteller appreciates your request, 🍓, but next time please refrain from giving a full plot for a drabble prompt request. Everyone is free to be more specific in one-shot requests when they’re available, but the stories using drabble prompts are often meant to inspire the storyteller to create something off of only a few lines - a challenge of sorts, I believe the humans call it. This may not be quite as you requested, as we have decided to stick to that challenge concept, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

You've only been dating Mingi for about a month, but you've found that you've connected faster than expected, so you're determined to find out whether you're sexually compatible as well. With high spirits, you call him and boldly ask whether he'd be ready and willing to take that step forward.

Shy, the poor boy stumbles over his words before ultimately asking if he can come over to talk in person. When he arrives, you can tell he threw on whatever clothes he had on the floor, ending up in black basketball shorts and a beige t-shirt. You let him in and sit with him on your bed, facing each other as you both try to settle into relaxing positions.

"So, why do you have concerns about it? Do you just not feel ready? Or maybe you don't see me that way?" You start the conversation off with a direct question, eager to hear his answer.

"No, no!" He shakes his hands out at your suggestions, "It's nothing like that. I'm actually concerned for you. You see, I'm… Well, to put it simply, I'm quite big. Far bigger than average, so I always get worried with this stuff."

Thinking he's exaggerating, you laugh with a hand on his shoulder, "What amazing confidence you have, Mingi. You must be carrying one hell of a package to say something like that."

Seeing his ears redden as he scrambles for a response, you begin to believe him more. Straightening your posture, you offer up a solution to calm his worries.

"What if I see it and decide? Would you be okay with that?"

As he nods, you lean in and cup his face in your hands, pulling him in for a lust-fueled kiss. As you continue, your hands roam each other's bodies as the heat rises. Slowly but surely, you strip each other down to undergarments. At this point, Mingi breaks away from you and stands up to take off his underwear. As the fabric scoots down his thighs, the biggest cock you've seen stands at attention. Your mouth agape, you're too shocked to respond, confused how he even manages to hide it daily, but you find yourself excited by the thought of it inside you.

"Do you want-?"

"Let's do it."

Stunned, he confirms, "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you."

"It'd be such a pleasant pain. I want to feel it, Mingi. Please."

With your begging, the shy man can't hold himself back anymore. Before he climbs over you again, you instruct him to dig through your nightstand drawer. He pulls out a small bottle of lube, smiling since he can help you feel a bit better about taking his size. He rubs an adequate amount along his length before lining himself up with your entrance. Slowly, he pushes in, bringing tears to the corners of your eyes. The deeper he gets, the more painful the sting, but you're enjoying the sensations of him stretching you out regardless of the pain.

"Are you okay? You're tearing up."

"Mhm," you nod and grind yourself on him to urge him to move.

He catches the hint, beginning slowly and carefully watching your reactions, but you can't help your begs for more. Eventually, you beg him to destroy you, and something clicks for him. His strokes become faster and more determined, washing your body in a wave of both pain and pleasure.

"You know," he blurts between thrusts, "you look real pretty when you cry."

You didn't even realize you were crying, but you instinctively bring your hand to your face to wipe the tears, unable to verbally respond due to your moans. As you feel his thrusts become sloppy, you pull away and quickly turn around. Using both hands to stroke his oversized shaft, you suck on the tip and swirl your tongue against the underside of his tip, earning a deep guttural moan.

"Fuck, Y/N. I'm close." He curses, his face twisted in pleasure.

You hum in response, the vibrations pushing him over the edge. As the warm liquid streams into your mouth and down your throat, you swallow with him still in your mouth and watch his fists tighten around the sheets.

As you both settle, you cuddle as he calmly smooths your hair with his hands. Smiling from the soft recovery, you drift off to sleep in his embrace.

[wackapedia]

Child Labour

Finan x reader Plot: Finan recruits a kid to help him shoot his shot with y/n 🤪 Warnings: None! Just fluff and teasing Wordcount: 811 :) A/N: pls look at little Aethelstan in the pic lollll

"These are for you, lady..." Young Aethelstan runs over to where you were standing, in a hurry to get this errand over with so he can return to his books. His speech sounded flat and somehow rehearsed, but you appreciated the gesture anyway.

"Why, thank you, Aethelstan! These are beautiful. Did you pick these for me?" You asked the little boy.

No, lady, it was Finan who-" The boy realizes his slip-up. "I shouldn't have said that..." He brings his hand to his lips as he laughs at his blunder. You were surprised to hear this new information as you ruffled the boy's hair.

"Tell you what, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear what you've just said so you can safely report to your lord Finan that you succeeded in your mission. Deal?" You offer a high five, and the boy eagerly nods and hits his little palm against yours. Aethelstan then runs off to where Finan was fondly watching your interaction, hiding in a corner. As soon as the Irishman finishes interrogating Aethelstan, the boy is paid one coin and then hurries off to resume his studies.

"You know, you can just hand me the flowers directly..." Your presence startles Finan. "And the coin too!" You laugh as he turns around to face you.

"A-ah, well, the boy named his price..." Finan reasons out, realizing Aethelstan's scam. 'That cheeky bastard,' he thinks.

"It's the third time this week, is it? So that's three pieces of silver?" You laugh, interrogating the flustered Irishman.

"He asked for five coins the first time..." Finan mumbles guiltily. It's such a wonder how the brave and agile Finan is reduced to a shy, bumbling mess in front of you. His adorable cheeks blush under his thick beard as he stands there, lovingly gazing into your eyes. You patiently wait for something—perhaps an offer—but the man remains stunned by your presence.

"Good day, Finan! Thank you for these. They're lovely." You wave the bunch of flowers to him and slowly step away, hoping he'll finally ask you out.

The morning drags on as Rumcofa takes on various tasks throughout the day. Before you know it. The evening rolls upon the town, and children are called back home for supper. Two boys, however, remain in the open field. One plays with his wooden sword, and the other holds up an illustrated book of sword fighting for the other one to follow.

"Boys!" You watch Cynlaef and Aethelstan immediately turn their heads when you call them.

"Do you know where Finan is?" You ask both of them as you fold a sheet of paper.

"Not this again!" Aethelstan complains, but Cynlaef nods affirmatively to your question.

You hand him the folded paper and instruct him to deliver it to Finan and to lead him back to your house if he accepts. Cynlaef nods and runs off while you lead Aethelstan to your house to prepare your supper.

Well, why didn't you ask her out?!" Uhtred exasperatedly responds to Finan after he exposes his dilemma to his best friends. "Maybe he got shy!" Sihtric pokes the Irishman's side, which earns him a smack to the shoulder. The sun was setting as the trio packed up from the pier in Rumcofa. Just then, Cynlaef's little feet patter against the boarded path, and he hands the letter to Finan, patiently waiting for him to finish reading. Once Finan looked up from the sheet, all colour seemed to have drained from his face.

"Do you accept, lord?" Cynlaef asks.

"Accept?!" Finan exclaims a little too loudly, almost scaring the boy. "Accept?! I will propose to her right now if she'd like! Take me to her!"

And this is how Finan finds himself spending his evening. Sitting in front of you, dinner all laid out on a wide table for four because the two orphan boys sit on each side. Conversation finally flows freely between the both of you, mostly because Finan is at the receiving end of Aethelstan's annoyed glaring and Cynlaef's teasing smiles. After the meal, Finan offers to help you clean up, and suddenly the both of you are reaching for the same plate, faces just an inch apart. It stays this way for quite a while, your eyes exploring his, your breath warming his reddened cheeks. You catch his eyes drifting to your lips, wondering how they would feel against his own. Slowly, he moves a little closer, closer, ever closer, and-

"Finan, didn't you say you were going to ask her to marry you?" Cynlaef interrupts the moment, and Aethelstan laughs heartily, also observing the two idiot adults in front of them.

Like opposing magnets, you pull away from each other upon remembering the two boys in the room. The plate crashes and hits the floor. Your faces are as red as tomatoes, avoiding each other's glances.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Angeal:*jiggles keys to get Zack to focus on him*

Sephiroth:*uses a squeaky toy*

Genesis:*snaps fingers*

Cloud:*whistles*

At first it's funny, sure, even Zack will admit that. But over time he starts to wonder—is that really how his friends see him? As some inattentive, dumb kid incapable of responding to verbal cues?

He starts to reminisce on the past weeks. He has been overly forgetful lately, and maybe he did space out during that Kalm mission and forget to bring his materia entirely, but that doesn't mean he's stupid.

Angeal jingles the keys once more to grab Zack's attention, and this time the cacophony of the metal corrodes his eardrums and makes him want to rip his own head off.

Genesis snaps his fingers again, and Zack finds himself fighting back the urge to break them.

Cloud whistles. Zack just looks at him, a silent plea to tell him why he does this, why he can't just use his name. He wants to shake his best friend and tell him that "He's here, he's coherent, and that sometimes he just spaces out."

Sephiroth uses the squeaky toy one last time. Zack flies at him, unable to control the wave of fury that washes over him. He screams, the pent-up emotion bubbling out of him in ugly screeches as he knocks the toy out of Sephiroth's hand.

He pins the older man to the wall, feeling his fingers dig into Sephiroth's skin as the wall cracks beneath him. It's the first time Zack has ever seen Sephiroth look stunned—scared, even. As for Sephiroth, it's the first time he's seen Zack cry.

Tears spill from his blood-shot eyes.

"ZACK!" He yells at him. "JUST SAY ZACK!" He chokes. "I'M NOT A DOG, SEPHIROTH!"

Sephiroth only manages a weak nod as he forces his own mouth shut.

[generalluxun]

"What are you doing?!" Chloé announced herself with a shriek.

André froze in the middle of her bedroom. His arms were laden with her jewelry boxes. Excess adornments were looped over his meaty appendages, threatening to slip free onto the floor. He cast about like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Finding no reprieve, a slick well practiced smile slid into place and he brightened.

"Chloé, dear, you won't believe our luck! Gabriel has decided to do an entire line dedicated to us! The First Family of Paris! Isn't that exciting?"

Instead of the expected glee, Chloé advanced on him, leveling an accusatory finger. "Nevermind Lambriel Agreste. What are you doing with my jewelry?"

Andre squirmed, his plunder threatening to spill free again. "Oh, this? It's nothing, nothing honey. Gabriel says he needs these to study, to capture your 'true essence.'"

Surprise registered on Chloé's face, turning quickly to anger. Her face went flush and she stomped her foot. "No! He can't have them! They're mine!"

Andre floundered, "Honey, he needs these. He said so himself. I'll buy you some new jewelry to use until he is done! Won't that he ni-"

"No!" She screamed louder, "I don't want new jewelry. I don't want stupid new clothes. I don't want anything! Just leave me and my stuff alone!"

He paled as his one solution to everything failed. It lasted only a moment though. The placating smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. André squared his shoulders and gazed down from on high at what was simply another unruly Parisian now. "Gabriel needs these. I am taking them. No one argues with the Mayor of Paris."

He was in motion before he finished speaking. The speed of his step hinted fear in equal parts with belligerence. Chloé tried to stop him. She latched onto his arm, but his bulk was nearly three times her weight. Her father shrugged her off. As an after thought he passed his searching gaze over her unadorned hands and ears, then and out of her suite before she had gotten back to her feet.

She screamed after him, no words this time just incoherent rage. When her throat was sore and her head hurt she relented. She climbed up on her bed and picked up Mr. Cuddly. Her bear got one firm squeeze before she poked a fingertip into a small hole in his back seam. When she pulled it out she wore a thin golden band.

"At least he didn't get you." She said to the ring.

Black and green sparks tickled along the ring, then shot off to coalesce into a small black cat kwami; an angry black cat kwami. "Get me? You already got me! You stole my miraculous!"

Chloé winced at the onslaught but countered quickly, "So what? Everybody steals Miraculouses. Ladybug stole mine! Shadowmoth stole everybody's! You're mine now, and no one's going to take you from me."

That put the kwami on the back foot. He squinted at her, "Did you hit your head or something, Miss Priss? Not that it matters. If you think for one second I'm gonna-"

"Be Quiet!" Chloé hissed.

The kwami's lips snapped shut. He resorted to flitting around her in agitated figure eights. She swatted him away and he made a bee line for the most expensive looking vase in the room.

"Back in the ring!" Chloé yelped.

The ring's magic cut Plagg's rampage short, sucking him inside and plunging the room into silence. Chloé sat for a long time, twisting the ring on her finger while the memory of Adrien's stunned face hovered behind her eyes.

When she looked up out of her thoughts the room felt larger, or maybe she felt smaller. The uncomfortable absence of her missing jewelry felt like a robbery. Her bedroom no longer felt safe. She pulled up the comforter to try and ward off the unease.

It's not like she had anywhere else to go.

[8aji]

Two in love can make it, take my heart and please dont break it. // f.t.

pairing: husband!toji fushiguro x reader, ft. megumi

wc: 1.3k

synopsis: sure, one could think of all those poor parents trying to deal with their kids' attempts at 'parent trapping' them back together, but what about the parents that have the burden of sharing a healthy, happy marriage?

tags/cw: fluff, dad + husband!toji bc best trope to ever exist <3 ooc!toji, mentions of divorce, megumi being very naive, implied insecurity.

a/n: a very very late valentine's gift from me to ya'll <3 i present you this 'parent trap' but not really drabble with toji bc he deserves all the love in the world and im willing to lose sleep if it means he gets it. // quick disclaimer! this was beta read by my best friend grammarly !! so if yall find any mistakes its one them :)

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"What did you say 'Gumi?" You asked, picking up the wooden spoon you had dropped to the floor. You had heard him loud and clear; louder and clearer than usual you would. But just in case your ears were failing you, you felt compelled to ask again, still stunned at the words that had slipped through your son's lips.

The spiky-haired child next to you pouted in dismay, rolling his tired eyes and dramatically sighing in dismay like a tired old man. He let his cheek fall on top of the marble countertop and looked up at you while blowing a raspberry. He wasn't asking anything out of this world; to him, it was a pretty reasonable request that could be easily arranged if only the two of you talked it out like the adults you were.

"I said," he dragged out, huffing once again and letting his arms sprawl in front of him, "If you and daddy can get a divorce."

"Why do you want us to get a divorce–"

"Who's getting a divorce!" Almost like he weighed nothing, Toji had pulled Megumi up into his arms, rephrasing your question into a lighthearted statement before he carefully spun him around, making the pouty kid break into a fit of giggles.

"You two!" Megumi exclaimed back, throwing his arms up in the air when he felt secure enough in his dad's arms.

"I'm sorry, what?" You almost ran to the other side of the counter the minute Toji's face fell in confusion, almost dropping the child he was oh-so securely holding in his arms. "Are we?"

"'Are we' what?"

"Are we getting a divorce?"

"Yes!" 

"No." You cut off an excited Megumi, making him frown again once your husband sat him back down on the counter. He refused to look at you, crossing his arms and moving his face in every direction possible just to avoid your gaze. 

Toji shot you a questioning look, trying to telepathically communicate with you at the sight of your seemingly defeated son, the one who had previously been bouncing up and down as he ran towards you once he got back home from Yuuji's house. 

You shrugged in return, not having even a clue as to why he was acting like he was denied his lifelong wish. You'd have to admit Megumi could be a very dramatic child when he wanted, but with the subject matter at hand? Your marriage with Toji was as healthy as any marriage could be. The two of you even made the bare minimum of going to therapy before raising a child, so what exactly had prompted your son to ask about a possible divorce? You had no clue; maybe you should call Kaori, and ask her what exactly had gone down at the Itadori household. 

"Megs," Toji sat on one of the stools right in front of Megumi, who looked away from his dad just like he had done to you, "why do you want us to get a divorce?"

His question prompted you to follow suit, standing next to him and leaning against his shoulder. Megumi's eyebrows fell into an even deeper frown, hugging his legs close to his chest. He looked straight at his feet, moving them from side to side as if to distract himself from the perfect display of a happy marriage in front of him.

"If you get a divorce." He mulled over the terms of his bargain, tapping his index finger cutely over his chin. "I will learn to tie my shoes on my own, pinky promise."

"'Gumi," you drawled at the evident attempt to avoid the question. You ran your hands through his messy hair, reaching out slowly to see how he would react and almost cooing once he melted against your touch, letting out a yawn in the process. "Aren't you going to answer daddy?"

"Fine," he pouted, making grabby hands towards you; you hadn't realised it was already a little bit past his bedtime. "I want you to get a divorce so me and my friends can get you back together…" He trailed off with a yawn once he was secure in your arms, nuzzling his cheek against the crook of your neck, the last bits of energy wearing off. 

"And, uh, how exactly did you come up with this idea?" You patted his back before signalling to Toji with your eyes, silently telling him to help you put Megumi to bed. You had to admit that even if you were caught off guard by his paradoxical master plan, it still made you chuckle in amusement.

"We had a Lindsay Loohan marathon today."

"'You mean Lindsay Lohan sweetheart?" Toji intervened, trying his best to contain his own laughter as he opened the sticker-covered door, letting you walk inside before leaving it ajar.

"Yes, she." he hummed through a sleepy haze, rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his hand. "Princess Diana and the puppy from Air bud were also on the movie as well."

"In the movie." You corrected, a warm smile overtaking your lips as you laid him down in his bed, motioning Toji to grab his doggy pyjamas. 

"'m sorry," he mumbled, not bothering to hide the big yawn he let out while he stretched, "Princess Diana and the puppy from Air bud were also in the movie."

"'The parent trap'?" Toji asked, brushing away Megumi's fringe before he began to change him, the hint of a smile clear through his words. It was a comically endearing sight; the humongous man kneeling on the floor in front of a tiny race car bed, making his son laugh by tickling his cheeks. 

"'t's one of Yuu's favourite films…"

"Hm, I see." You chuckled, confusion finally melting  into a mild amusement as your kid finally left  his cryptic questions behind. "And did you like it?"

He hummed again, the sound almost down to an imperceptible whisper; he crawled under his blankets while blindly looking for his black and white dog plushies. "Can we watch it tomorrow with pancakes?"

"Chocolate chip or blueberry pancakes?" Copying Toji's previous antics, you brushed your fingers through his tresses while you waited for a response.

"Both please?"

"That can be arranged," Toji adds, fondly looking at the way Megumi pulled his plushies closer to his chest, curling into a little ball as he hogged the blanket. 

You'd do anything in your power to keep the three of you like this; all huddled in your son's bedroom, the only thing illuminating the walls being the small night light next to his bed, with Toji as relaxed as he could be and Megumi all warm and cuddly. 

"For the record," your husband whispered next to you, never tearing his eyes from Megumi's sleeping form, "we're not getting a divorce, right?"

Despite his intimidating over 6ft figure, he was the most precious man to ever exist, with so much love to give even if he didn't know how to express it all that well. He had grown so much from how he had been when the two of you first met, slowly opening up to you and the rest of the world in spite of his fears and insecurities. You knew a lot of it was still deeply buried in the depths of his mind; sooner or later it was bound to arise, even if the trigger was one of Megumi's innocent, though mildly out of pocket, jokes.

Careful not to wake up the sleeping toddler, you scooted closer to him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. A small smile etched on his lips at your touch, moving your interlocked hangs back and forth as gently as possible. No language in the world could describe the love you held for the man sitting in front of you. But you could still try. Not with the overtly cheesy words he was still getting used to, or with the thousand paged essay you could write just describing the beauty within his eyes. But with something else, more simple and genuine even if to others the true meaning could get lost in its simplicity.

"I couldn't even dream of it."

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[odetodilfs]

I know that I shouldn't... but I love you.

A/N: woohoo, this fic was cut in half by a massive writer's block, but alas, here it is, I hope y'all enjoy this one, it's definitely stepping up my game other than just shameless smut or a short fic.

Pairing: Javier Peña x top!m!reader

CWs: Reader speaks spanish (translations in fic), mentions of vomit (not sexual), smoking, period typical homophobia, conflicted Javier, cumming inside, praising, sub!Javier.

Word count: 3.3k

Please reblog if you enjoyed!

Javier Peña, the manwhore who could fuck a woman almost every night and with ease. He had a reputation for that, but there was a reason on why he did it so often and more often than not ended up getting ever so slightly depressed the morning after realizing that what he and the women he had slept with that night didn’t even know each other, there was no love, there was no nothing, just a shallow fuck. The reason he had one night stands so often was to distract himself from all his troubles: drug lords and another issue, much more personal…

His love for another man. 

The truth is, even the manwhore craved love, just not a love society would be supportive of. It all started one day at a bar where he just wanted to get some alcohol into his system to alleviate the stress of the day until he saw a person that caught his eye. Only this time, it was you, a bartender who seemed to be coming at him. The first line between you and Javier ever said was from him: “Hello sir, what do you want to order?” He ordered Vodka that day, he remembered it vividly as you two engaged in a conversation which would lead to a pretty strong friendship and Javier frequenting the bar.

Javier had frequented the bar ever since, looking to spend more time with you as well as drinks. There was an undeniable chemistry between you two since the start, one that Javier was fearful would turn into feelings of love. You talked about teleseries, movies, politics, the situation with Escobar, you both had similar opinions on many matters, so conversations between you flowed nicely. He also talked about last night’s hookup, what he did with the woman that was lucky enough to be approached by him… but with time, you started to feel jealous of these women. Javier was a very attractive man indeed, the mustache and flirty attitude certainly drew anyone close to him. But again, you two had a good friendship, one that neither of you wanted to ruin. 

With each night that Javier spent with you, he started to fall for you, and he knew this wasn’t right, well, he thought it wasn’t right. You were a man, so was he, you were supposed to be into women and so was he. He started to have even more hookups than before, now that he was aware of his feelings for you, maybe fucking enough women will make his feelings for you go away but… no.. they only grew stronger.

Then, one night when the bar was quiet and it was just a few people, Javier and you were chatting until he was hit with the most devastating news ever, “Well, I have to go now, I got myself a date” you winked at him as you left, leaving Javier stunned.. he felt like he wanted to vomit, he felt dizzy and felt the urgency to throw up. He almost ran towards the toilet as he vomited into the bowl as soon as he got there. Now his throat was burning and it hurt like fuck, but that wasn’t the pain he was finding unbearable… it was the burning in his heart, you were on a date with someone else..? The thought made Javier feel like throwing up again. This thought was hellish, he knew it wasn’t right, you two wouldn’t ever be something… 

Javier couldn’t hold it back anymore, it had been months of falling in love with you and to hear you were going on a date with someone else felt like a shot to the heart. He didn’t hook up with anyone that night, instead, he spent an hour crying on the bathroom floor, for the wrongness of his love, for the fact that he’d never have it, for how beautiful your face looked when you smiled and how he wanted to make you smile every day, but then again, he would never ever be able to. All these thoughts combined with the strong acidic taste from the vomit in Javier’s mouth were making him feel too weak to stand up, so he had to take some not very pleasurable deep breaths, filled with the pungent smell of a public bathroom and he was finally able to unsteadily stand up.

He walked home with tears in his eyes that night as he had another crying session in his bed, the smell of last night’s hookup still faintly in the sheets, which altogether made him cry even more, “Mierda, mi vida es un jodido desastre” [Shit, my life is a fucking mess] he whispered to himself, as he tried to get to sleep.. he looked at one of his pillows, the discarded one next to him “I can feed into my delusions for once… this is a dark night” he said to himself, grabbing this pillow and cuddling it, thinking it was you as he sobbed into it, finally falling asleep.

This was a cycle that repeated itself for months on end, until Javier stopped telling you and about hookups, becoming distant and your conversations growing shallower. You realized this and decided to confront him about it, that he could come to you for help. “Javier, ¿qué te pasa? You’ve been so shallow lately, and so dull” [what's wrong?] you said as you faced him, he was staring at nothing as he had been doing that a lot lately, “No me pasa nada, it’s just work” [Nothing] he lied, but you could see right through him “Come on, sé que no es verdad, ahora dime” [I know that's not true, now tell me] you got more serious now, “You’ll hate me for it, I’d rather not” he replied, “Javier, eres mi amigo, what could possibly make me hate you?” [Javier, you’re my friend…] the space between you filled with an uncomfortable silence, you decided you weren’t getting anything from him, so you tried to lighten the mood. “Anyway… I uh… it didn’t work out with my last partner… it’s kind of sad, but hey, it was fun while it lasted,” Javier still kept quiet, “Anyway… I have to go and serve some customers.. sorry for the inconvenience” you went to serve the people on the other side with the bar with a lump in your throat. 

Javier’s brain echoed your words over and over “it didn’t work out with my last partner”, Javier thought to himself.. he had to take a shot with you, the way he yearned you was starting to seep into his work life.. he needed to put an end to it, even if that meant rejection. He stood up as he left the bar and went to his house, conscious that he needed a full night of sleep, so no fucking around once again, the truth is.. he didn’t enjoy fucking a woman he met minutes ago anymore, sure, he could fuck her good and then she’d leave.. but what he really wanted was to please you, forever, he wanted to distract himself from you but he just couldn’t. Another reason he also needed a full night of sleep was to prepare himself for tomorrow… where he would call you and invite you to his house, it was better to confess in private and in person, just to not be publicly ridiculed for his love for another man, in case you didn’t even accept him.

He woke up the next day, looking at the telephone with a feeling of fear… “Solo es una invitación, no es nada… raro” [It’s just an invitation, it’s nothing… weird] he said to himself, which was true, there was nothing weird about inviting your friend to his house, it was a common practice in South America. After getting some coffee into his system, he sighed and picked up the telephone and dialed your number, your voice was heard a few seconds later, “Hello? Who is this?” you asked, “Hey, it’s me, Javier”  “Ahh, hey there, what’s going on?” Javier thought about what to say.. he decided apologizing for being a dick yesterday was probably a good move, “I wanted to apologize.. about yesterday.. for being such a dick” he swallowed hard, as for you… you’d decided to forgive him, maybe it really was work, “It’s fine, I was just being too insistent too..” you accepted, the silence remained on both sides, “Can you- do you wanna come to my house? Whenever you wish” Javier asked, you were shocked at the proposal but accepted, “Sure… is tonight good?” you asked, you had a free night shift today, “Perfect actually, see you here then at 9pm?” “Yup, have a good day, Javier” you wished before you hung up.

The day went at a snail’s pace for Javier at work, constantly tapping his shoe, watching the time, even Steve picked up on it, “What’s going on?” he asked as Javier constantly got distracted looking at the clock, “Nothing, just supposed to get some calls from my family that I haven’t got yet” Javier lied,

“Ah okay” he replied absentmindedly as he went back to his papers. The day went significantly slower for you, but definitely not as much as it did for Javier.

At about 20:30 you knocked on Javier’s door, hoping it was the right apartment, the door opened and it was Javier… and he looked absolutely majestic, if that was even possible, the truth was your dates and short lasting relationships never worked out because well… the man you loved was right in front of you, you convinced yourself Javier wasn’t into you so you kept trying to forget him…

“Hey” Javier said, clearly wanting to do more than just an unserious conversation, 

“How are you?” you asked, trying to make the situation more comfortable, 

“Not bad, you?” “Good too,” you replied as Javier invited you to sit down, he swallowed, “I need to talk to you about something… please for the love of god don’t tell anyone..” Javier looked at you with a desperation rarely ever seen from him. You knew it was serious then. “I won’t, tell me” 

“You know that lately I’ve been… weird, distant, lost some of my old habits with you” he started, talking about no longer speaking about his conquests with women with you, no longer being so physical with you… “Yeah, I’ve noticed” “Yesterday.. yesterday you just touched a nerve, it’s… listen.. I might hook up pretty often but I don’t enjoy it anymore.. I really fucking don’t” he continued, “So.. you’re a sex addict?” you asked, really not knowing why he chose to tell you out of everyone he knew, “Carajo…” Javier whispered to himself “I think I’m in love” he said at long last, your eyes jumped, lucky person whoever that was, “¿En serio Javier, eso era todo?” [Seriously Javier? That was all?] you asked with an amused look, 

“No” he responded, getting you even more curious “it’s someone I shouldn’t be in love with, someone who’s already taken.. well until recently, but.. that’s not why I shouldn’t be in love with them anyway” he confessed, you were confused, “What do you mean?” you asked the man, Javier sighed, 

“I’m…” he started, looking around getting all red in the face, “Eres tú” [it’s you] he said, the room went quiet.

After a few seconds of you being astonished he just got up roughly and said “I knew this was a terrible idea”, you simply were quiet because you were amused at your feelings being returned, “Wait! Javier!” you screamed as you ran to catch up to him, grabbing his sides, “Yo también… I’m in love with you as well.. and I know I shouldn’t be but… but who says we shouldn’t be?” Javier was struggling to take in everything you just said.

“I’m a DEA agent, I’d be imprisoned and you could be killed, and I’d hate to live in a world without you” you looked at him, moved by what he just said. “No one has to know, Javier, we can keep it a secret, we can be friends to the world and lovers to ourselves” you tried to convince him, you seriously loved this man and you weren’t letting him go, not again, not without fighting for him. He thought about this for a second, “I guess I already live a risky life, what’s so bad about some more?” the agent asked with a smile as your lips finally met after months of tension, he tasted very faintly of tobacco, as well as alcohol, but you didn’t mind, you fell in love with the taste in fact.

Your kissing got rougher and more desperate “¿Quieres hacer algo más, Javier?” [Wanna do something more, Javier?], you looked into his dark brown eyes, “Si.. por favor..” he whispered, letting a more submissive side of him show, you were getting ready to get on your back and spread your legs for Javier, assuming he’d want to top on his first time with another man, when suddenly you felt him fall onto the bed on his back, wrapping his legs around you, “Javier.. you wanna be the bottom?” “I’ve dreamt so many nights about you inside me..” he confessed, looking at you with lust filled eyes. “Then let’s make your dreams come true” you whispered to him as you looked for lube in his nightstand, fidgeting with his things until you found it, you put it next to you as you removed your clothes, Javier hungrily removing yours too, he was about to start kissing you all over, but you stopped him, “No, lo haré yo” [No, I’ll do it] you assured him as your lips danced around his torso, worshiping every inch of the beautiful man that returned his feelings of love for you. 

You kissed around his nipples, his biceps, his shoulder blades, sucking a hickey or two onto his naked body, it was definitely uncommon for Javier to be this vulnerable. The man moaned and breathed heavily as the kisses on his abdomen didn’t cease. You slowly kissed all the way down to his now rock hard dick, leaking with pre-cum, “Por favor.. do something.. anything” he whined, desperate. You kissed the head of his dick which had him wincing and hissing in pleasure. You then took the leaking tip of his cock into your mouth, Javier let out a desperate moan, he tasted good, salty with a tinge of sweetness and ever so slightly bitter. “You taste so good, Javier..” you mumbled against his tip, kissing it again, “G-gracias-” he managed to sob out, he’d never had his body worshiped like this. You even licked and sucked on his balls, making him go drunk with pleasure.

You licked down his taint and put your tongue against his hole, he tasted good, mostly a faint sweet, he’s probably showered not long ago. You immediately heard him moan loudly as your tongue licked the bundle of nerves in his ass. You started to get more into it, licking the man out, hearing how his moans and grunts slowly but surely started to turn into whimpers. You put your hand on his cock and started to stroke it slowly, making him moan lowly and whimper as you gave the man of being on the receiving end of rimming for the first time. He had done it to a few women who were into it before, but now he understood why they were into it, it felt heavenly, he wouldn’t mind you doing this for the rest of his life..

You stopped after a few minutes and you grabbed the lube and put some on your fingers, Javier was tingling all over with anticipation and fear.. “Javier, do you want to?” you asked him one last time, you could stick to just eating him out and sucking him, “Yes, I do” he answered, you slowly started pushing your index into him, he grabbed the sheets at the intense feeling, your middle finger started to follow, “Ahhh!!” Javier moaned, but you weren’t sure what it was for, was he in pain? You pulled your fingers out, “Javier, are you sure you want this?” you asked, concerned for him, “Yes, I do.. let’s try again” he pleaded, “Alright” you said, putting your finger back into his tight hole, letting him get used to one finger a little longer, you held his right hand with your left one, which was free.

He moaned a little when you put in your second finger, you started to search around for his prostate to start giving him some real pleasure. You knew you had found his spot when he let out a wail of pleasure, “Fuck- more- more” he begged, now needy of that same pleasure. You started fingering him, hitting his prostate with each thrust, feeling his tight hole around your fingers, “Y/n..” Javier breathed out as you slowly started slipping a third finger inside him. You did this for a few minutes as well, pumping them in and out of him.

You pulled your fingers out of his hole slowly as you started to lube up your dick.. until you realized- no condoms, “Shit.. there’s no condoms.. you negative?” you asked Javier, knowing he’d not lie about things like these, “Yes, you?” he asked, “Same here” you smiled at each other, knowing you could proceed. You lined your dick to his hole as you slowly started to sink into him, “Fuck.. yes.. yes..” Javier moaned as he felt you slowly going deeper and deeper. His walls had a vice grip on you as he let out whimper after whimper when you slid inside him slowly. Once you managed to get balls deep, he sobbed in pleasure, digging his fingers into your back.

“Shit..” Javier moaned as you started to thrust into his hole, making him sob in pleasure too… “Javier..” you moaned his name as his soft walls clenched on you, making it feel like heaven. “Is that okay? Can I go harder?” you asked, still mindful that it was his first time, “Por favor…” he begged again as your thrusts sped up, he was in absolute heaven. His nails digged into your back and it hurt, but in a good way. Javier’s tight hole kept clenching around you, clearly you both weren’t gonna last much longer. His eyes were looking directly at yours, he looked so fragile like this, his eyes looking into yours, nails that would leave red scars on your back next morning, this was all so perfect. Each thrust felt magical and made Javier feel like he was on top of the world. “Sí.. justo así..” [Yes, just like that…] you whispered to him, going to his neck and attacking it, leaving a red mark on his collarbone, “Te amo..” [I love you] you whispered to him and those 3 words made him lose it.. you loved him.. “I- I do t-too..” Javier whimpered as he came all over his and your stomach. His already tight hole tightened even more as you were pushed over the edge and spilled your cum deep inside him, you both held each other, overridden by pleasure.

You pulled out and took his face into your hand as you kissed him softly, he moaned at the feeling of emptiness from not having your dick inside him any more, “God, you’re beautiful” you said while you went to kiss his chin, which caused him to moan loudly, “We should go shower…” you chuckled at him, but he shook his head

“No.. tomorrow let’s just wake up early.. I’m too tired” you smiled and roped him into a cuddle, “Okay, fine” you agreed as you played with his hair till he fell asleep on your chest.

You weren’t sure how you and Javier could live as lovers in a world that would hate you for it, but you were hard pressed to try, he was the right one for you.

[goddess-in-heaven-and-hell]

Reginald who? (ER) - A Gwynriel One-Shot for Gwynrielweeks2024

thread: Gwyn finds a way for Azriel to let go of his gentle bedside manner by comparing him to her favorite male book character – slightly drunk Azriel cannot let that slide and a challenge ensures.

Post for the NSFW day ;) @gwynrielweeksofficial

word count: 5.1k

warnings: swearing, crude language, oral (f receiving), cum play, anal play, p in v sex

Reginald growled with pleasure as he beheld the stunning beauty that was Jasmine. He itched to explore every inch of her, his hands already reaching out to skim over her abdomen and her breasts.

After what felt like three hundred years, the book finally got to the good part. Gwyn giggled to herself, sinking deeper into the cushions and preparing for what was about to come. Or rather, who was about to come.

He laid her down with reverence, observing how her chest heaved with excitement. There was only one place he wanted to be right now, and that was between her supple thighs.

Gwyn read on with wide eyes, wishing for Azriel to be near with each line passing. The male main character was so smooth, so absolutely devoted to his Jasmine it was swoon worthy. And the priestess would lie if she said his words and actions didn’t have another effect on her. She shifted in her seat, trying to get some of the pressure off as she continued devouring page after page. If this author did one thing right, it was her attention to detail.

Reginald wasn’t done with her just yet, bending his head another time to gently lap at her, cleaning her arousal with his tongue and moaning like he tasted liquid ambrosia.

Her daydream was rudely and suddenly interrupted by a loud bang, and Gwyn’s well-deserved one-on-one time with Reginald came to a stuttering end.

She jumped out of bed, more than ready to fight or run, whatever seemed like the smartest thing to do, but as she was halfway across the room, the banging was accompanied by shouting – and with a breathy laugh, Gwyn relaxed.

“Ehhhhh”, that seemed to be Cassian’s rough voice echoing off the hall, “Ladies, we’re hoooooome!”

Another bang sounded suspiciously like the vase next to the staircase shattered into a million pieces, followed by colorful swearing. This time from another voice. Were they drunk?

“Really subtle, Cass. I think they heard us anyways.”, Azriel deadpanned. He sounded pretty normal, enunciating his words carefully. Maybe a bit too carefully.

Cassian laughed, a booming sound that might have woken up the priestesses in the library too. “True. And if they went to Rita’s with US, like we ASKED them to, they could be in on the FUN now.”

He then began singing.

Yes, definitely drunk.

Honestly, it wasn’t completely off tune and had a kind of charm to it. Azriel’s laughter told another story though, and Gwyn could only guess Cassian’s performance got enhanced through some dance moves.

“Boys!”

And that would be Nesta. Gwyn snickered to herself, letting her book come to rest on the bed again before finding the bathroom. Let Nesta deal with them. When the boys did something stupid, Gwyn would usually cave as soon as they gave her the puppy eyes. That strategy was lost with her best friend, though, and as Gwyn closed the bathroom door, she could already make out Nesta ripping into them.

The priestess the proceeded to complete her evening routine, using the toilet, washing her face, teeth and applying a generous amount of moisturizer. Training every morning in the crisp, cold autumn air left her skin dry as a desert, so she took extra care of it at night. Her river nymph heritage didn’t help the situation either as it demanded constant maintenance.

Once she was all done, skin gleaming with product, she returned to the bedroom.

“So that’s what you get up to when I’m not at home to supervise.”

Sprawled on her bed, with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, was her beloved. Only that he was not so beloved anymore as he skimmed through her book and snickered to himself.

“Azriel!”, she gasped, lunging forward in order to snatch the book away from him. But the bastard was quicker, sitting up and putting the bed between them. His eyes never strayed from the lines as he read and read.

“What kind of name is Reginald? And how many pages can this person fill with just giving head?”, he murmured, even his shadows peeking over his shoulder to get a good look.

Gwyn’s cheeks warmed in embarrassment at his crass words. Why were romance novels completely acceptable when you read them alone, yet as soon as another person asked you about it they became a criminal offence?

She rounded the bed, trying again to grab the book, but he simply lifted it over his head. The priestess was seething.

“Azriel Shadowsinger, you give me back my book this instant!”, with her hands put on her hips, she craned her neck to look up at him, trying her best to be intimidating. ‘Looking down her nose at someone’ just like the main character of the last book she read, however that was possible. But she gave it her best shot nonetheless.

Azriel cupped her cheek with his unoccupied hand, his face now relaxed. “Gwyneth, stop it. You are too cute.”

She wanted to wipe that indulgent smile off his face desperately.

So, with her best acting, she made her eyes focus on the candle behind Az, gasping in horror and pointing. It might not have worked on him most days but his slightly delayed reaction spoke volumes about how much he really had to drink. He whipped around to the invisible threat, and as soon as his hand was within reach, Gwyn snagged the book with a triumphant laugh.

She quickly leaped away from him, pressing the book against her chest protectively.

Azriel just chuckled to himself. “Please don’t tell Cassian about that. Or anyone, really.” His eyes found hers through the dim light, slowly trailing over her face, hair and exposed legs. “You got me, Berdara.”

With only a few measured steps, he stood before her. Gwyn tightened her grip on the book just in case, but Azriel seemed to have lost interest in that. Instead, his fingers gently traced her jawline and lips.

“I’ve missed you.”, he murmured, his other hand coming to squeeze her waist. Gwyn’s breath hitched as she beheld the hunger in his gaze, the slow smile he showed her. He looked so handsome tonight with his midnight black tunic that he rolled up at the sleeves, putting his tattoos on show.

Gwyn should have been jealous that the whole of Velaris got to see him like this tonight. That he likely had to turn down a lot of invitations to peoples’ beds. But the way he looked at her made her think he didn’t care about that at all. Like he only really needed on female by his side.

“I’m sorry I didn’t go out with you.”, she said softly, swallowing down the guilt at not yet being able to cope with the masses of people a night club usually held, “But I take it you had a good time nonetheless?”

Azriel snorted, his hand now slowly exploring her neck and collarbones. “It was good, yes. You’d have enjoyed the music, I think. But it got quite crammed towards the end.”

He placed a soft kiss to her neck, pulling her even closer so she had to let go of the book and throw it on the armchair. Azriel didn’t really seem to care for their conversation right now, his lips not deviating from their mission to make Gwyn squirm.

She was already so riled up from that damned book, it didn’t take long for Azriel’s ministrations to elicit a soft moan. The Shadowsinger soaked up the noise, letting his lips finally find hers. The kiss was gentle, yet it promised something more. Gwyn could taste the bourbon on his tongue as it caressed hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

Azriel’s muscular frame began to crowd her, forcing her to walk back a few steps, until her back met the wall. His kiss changed as soon as he had her caged in, completely at his mercy. It got more demanding, deeper, his hands now both running up and down her sides and disheveling her pajamas until he found a piece of bare skin he could claim for himself.

This was different than before. Usually Azriel was slower, more gentle as they made love, and Gwyn had argued with herself for some time now how to best ask him to… well, just fuck her. Because Cauldron boil her, that’s what she wanted.

And apparently, that’s what she was getting tonight. She could feel herself getting wet for him as he pressed his own arousal to her hip, showing her exactly what this situation did to him too.

“Az”, she whispered in a plea as he let go of her mouth, instead pushing up her top and bending down to welcome every inch of skin revealed with open-mouthed kisses. She’d never get used to it, being naked in front of him and feeling his lips on usually hidden areas. It made her spine tingle with excitement.

“Mh?”, he looked up for a second, his eyes wild with barely reigned-in arousal. “Sorry, should I slow down?”

Gwyn let out a stuttering breath, her hands finding his inky black hair to run through. “No, this is perfect. This is what I want.” A little pull on his roots drove the point home, hopefully.

The Shadowsinger growled – actually growled – and continued his assault on her stomach and waist, squeezing her tighter. She’d never seen him so lost in the moment, not constantly fighting for control over himself. And it made her own heart beat faster in her chest at the thrill of experiencing this side of him tonight.

Azriel huffed out a frustrated breath though at his awkward position. “Change of scenery.”

He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up the armory instead in one quick movement, his face now level with her neck. “Better.”

Was it normal to be excited about how easily he did that, how simple it must be for him to bend her to his will?

It didn’t take long for her top to be discarded on the floor after that, her own hands helping just as much as his shadows, allowing Azriel’s hands and mouth to hone in all their attention on her breasts. He kissed, suckled and licked every bit of her, paying special tribute to her nipples and the underside of her chest. Gwyn was reduced to a moaning mess, withering beneath the heat of his mouth and trying to press her center against his stomach.

“Don’t be so fucking impatient.”, he chuckled, pinning her hips to a frustrating stop, “Jasmine took everything in stride. Not once did I read about her trying to take control.”

Gwyn glowered at him. “That’s because Reginald actually saw to her needs the minute they arose.”

The Shadowsinger stilled at her words, slowly looking up at her. “Are you saying I don’t see to your needs, priestess?”

“I’m saying that you shouldn’t assume you know everything about me and my body and what I need.” The moment the words left her, she found herself regretting them. Because really, it was unfair. Azriel did know her body like his own, and did bring her the most mind-shattering orgasms. But a little voice inside her urged her on, hoping to rile him enough to completely relinquish his gentle manners. Plus, it was fun. “Because you clearly don’t.”

Azriel smiled at her accusation in a way that did absolutely nothing to calm her down. In fact, it promised retribution.

“I don’t?”

Gwyn tried to summon some bravado. “You don’t. You’re okay, you know the basics, sure. One would hope you do after 500 years of living.”

Azriel’s eyebrows rose with every lie uttered, a manic gleam in his eyes. Oh, she was going to be in so much trouble. Her center throbbed with the certainty of that. Mother, she wanted him so badly.

But her Shadowsinger stepped back and made to grab her discarded book, leaving Gwyn shivering on the armory and covering her breasts with her arms. “How about a challenge, then?”

Gwyn stared at him with doe eyes, unsure where he’d take this.

“Looks like dear Reginald managed to make her cum”, he paused, skimming the pages again, “twice with his mouth, and once more on his cock. I’d say he knows how to please her, wouldn’t you?”

Gwyn nodded, taking in the force of nature that was Azriel. He exuded confidence as he stood there in the center of the room, his eyes drilling into hers like he might die if he can’t look at her.

“So all I need to do for you to take your uncalled for and plainly false words back is”, he stepped towards her again, his mouth whispering the challenge – the promise it held – into her ear, “prove I’m better.”

Gwyn was unwell. And it clearly showed, because Azriel already held himself like he’d won. Like he’d made her cum with just his words alone. But she also knew on thing: it wasn’t easy for her to finish. Especially not with just penetration.

“I accept the challenge. And I look forward to proving you wrong.”, she whispered back.

Azriel’s hands rose to grab hers, gently pulling them away from her chest and making them meet at the small of her back where he held them hostage. “I want to add two conditions to this. First, you can’t hold yourself back. When you feel like you need to cum, you will cum. If my shadows detect you didn’t adhere to this rule, I’ll make you pay.”

Gwyn swallowed, her mouth dry with need. She’d never heard him talk like this. But she nodded to accept his first condition. Never would she deprive herself of an orgasm just to spite him. Especially right now.

“Secondly, you will not touch me unless I explicitly allow it. I’ll need to concentrate, and I can’t very well do that with your little hand wrapped around my cock.”, Azriel gave her a stern look that had her melting and nodding her head in acceptance again.

“You can’t use your Shadows either.”, the priestess was proud she found the clarity of mind to demand this little ad-on, “Reginald didn’t have them. Only his very own skill.”

Azriel puffed out his chest. “Of course not. I’ll win this fair and square.”

Silence expanded between them and the dark room as their stared at each other in defiance. And a whole lot of infatuation. Because there was never a moment Gwyn felt more desire towards this male.

“It’s on?”, Azriel asked, looking ready to pounce.

“It’s on.”, she replied.

The word barely left her mouth before his own claimed it with a roughness that took Gwyn’s breath away. He pressed her back to the wall, spreading her legs even further to accommodate his hips and wings.  

Something told her she was about to experience what it was like to be at the mercy of an unleashed Shadowsinger. And that something was his hand, finding her throat in a grip firm enough for her to moan out her approval.

“Still”, he ground out. The space between them widened again as he stepped back to pull her shorts off her body.

When they were discarded, he took his sweet-ass time to run his eyes over her nude form. Gwyn tired her best to adhere to his command of staying put, but having the undivided attention of Azriel on her made that quite hard. Especially when his gaze snagged on her exposed center and lingered. Like he planned all the things he was about to do to her to the smallest detail.

His own hands travelled up his body and began unbuttoning his tunic, revealing inch after inch of first tattooed, then bronze skin. Gwyn strained, her whole body on overdrive. She wanted nothing more than to lunge forward, feel all of him pressed against her. But she also wanted to win.

Azriel carelessly discarded his tunic, his mirthful eyes telling her he knew exactly what his little strip show did to her. “Are you wet for me already, love?”

Hearing the low timbre of his voice felt like almost like touch in itself. Gwyn arched her back slightly. “Yes.”

“Good.”, he sank to his knees before her, his head now perfectly in line with her throbbing center, “because I’m fucking starving for you.”

Gwyn gasped as she felt the first lick of his tongue against her. Her eyes closed against her will in nothing but self-preservation. Seeing him lick her would be the death of her, she knew. And she was about to relish in his attention for as long as possible.

Azriel knew he was good with his tongue and it showed. It danced along her slit with perfect pressure, honing in on her clit and circling the tiny bud of nerves in a maddening rhythm.

“Fuck”, he growled out, pressing a harsh kiss to her opening, “I’m addicted to this. I thought about it the whole night, about you underneath me.” 

The priestess gasped and moaned as his tongue once again thought of better things to do than drive her crazy with his words. She liked the idea of Azriel pining for her, his thoughts thoroughly occupied so none other could take them up. Feelings of power and love flooded her veins and joined the pleasure he was already giving her.

Gwyn was wet beyond measure now, her juices coating her inner thighs and running down on the armory. She was certainly losing the challenge abysmally if he continued like that, but was it really losing if it made her feel like this?

Azriel’s fingers moved to join his tongue, rubbing up and down her wetness to then plunge into her. Gwyn moaned at the feel of them, the roughness of his scars providing ample friction as he pumped them in and out of her while his tongue remained firmly on her clit.

Despite her best efforts to draw this out, she felt her orgasm build ferociously.

“Watch.”, Azriel ground out so close against her still that she felt the warmth of his breath, “watch yourself cum on my tongue.”

And Gwyn did. With her eyes trained on his face, she watched as he doubled his efforts. And the sight of this powerful, gorgeous male before her, that was so thoroughly hers he was engrained into her very heart, made her shatter.

The priestess came with a shout and a plethora of flexed muscles. Azriel did his best to draw it out, continuing his fingering and licking at a more relaxed pace until Gwyn collapsed in on herself.

When she regained her senses, her eyes fell on the Shadowsinger now standing at full height again. He leaned forward, his arms propped up on either side of her thighs, a smug smile on his wet face. “Why don’t you count for us, sweetness? We can’t lose sight of the challenge now, can we?”

Gwyn nodded, her lust dampened to a manageable level again. She conceded this point way too quickly, even though it was worth it. “One.”

She silently made a pact with herself. The male needed to work for it, otherwise his ego might expand to the heavens. In fact, Azriel already looked about ready to burst with arrogance.

He stepped forward to give her a lingering kiss, his tongue caressing hers and sharing her essence with her. Gwyn itched to touch him, if only his shoulders or chest or hair or anything. But he didn’t allow it yet, and begging was so beneath her.

Azriel scooped her up carefully, walking towards the bed and laying her down on the covers. But instead of widening her thighs, her grabbed hold of her ankles and lifted them in the air, leaving her center and ass in full view again.

“Hold that for me, love.”, he said as he knelt on the bed as well. Gwyn grabbed the inside of her knees and pulled them towards her chest, mentally preparing to not come within five minutes.

“Like that. Good girl.”, he murmured almost absentmindedly, focusing on her center yet again while Gwyn’s resolve took it’s first hit. Why was he so talkative all of a sudden and why did she want to cum just to hear him call her ‘good’ again?

A kiss to her thigh quickly shut down her inner monologue. By the third kiss, her mind was putty again. The fifth landed just an inch short of where she wanted it. Then, the bastard repeated the teasing process on the other side once more. Her breathing quickened again.

“Do you know what tastes even better than your arousal?”, he asked, suspended right above her clit. His lips grazed it with every word, and Gwyn jumped in anticipation. She didn’t even register him asking a question until he pinched her butt impatiently.

“No, I don’t.”, she breathed out. She couldn’t think even if she wanted to.

“Guess.”

That bloody bastard.

“Cupcakes?”, she tried weakly. It was simply the only thing she could come up with.

Gwyn felt his laugh hit her center, but nothing else followed. “No, that’s not it. In fact, cupcakes are further down the list. Guess again.”

“Azriel, please.”

Apparently, she was not above begging. And it paid off. His finger began circling her clit tightly, hitting it with just the lowest of pressures but almost continually. A slow kind of torture as he still waited for her to take another guess.

“I don’t know. Ice cream.”, the priestess panted, absolutely over this game.

“Wrong again.”, Azriel said in a conversational tone, almost like he wasn’t face to face with her dripping pussy and keeping her clit hostage underneath his finger. “But I realize now you’re at a disadvantage. I don’t think you’ve ever tasted it before.”

And with that, two of his fingers sank deeply into her with the most delicious friction and a borderline embarrassing squelch of wetness. He crawled up her body then and held out his fingers to her lips.

Gwyn stared at him wide-eyed, very much unsure of what to do. She read about this once, and honestly thought it too kinky to be real. But as she took in her Shadowsinger who watched her with the expression of a man possessed, she realized it wasn’t weird at all. At least not if it pleased him.

Tentatively, still waiting for him to stop her if that wasn’t what he meant, she raised her head and took his fingers in-between her lips. He didn’t stop her. If it was possible, his eyes turned even more mad as they darted between her eyes and mouth. “That’s it, love.”

Gwyn closed her lips around his fingers and began to suck lightly while drawing back. A tangy-sweet taste filled her mouth and she didn’t know who released a more strained moan between them. Her tongue darted out to tease the slit his fingers formed, lapping up even more of herself and Azriel ground his erection against her in a movement that seemed almost involuntary.

She honestly didn’t care for the taste, but it was better than she anticipated and seemed to drive him out of his mind. So, she took the opportunity. A distracted Azriel was a sloppy Azriel.

The priestess barely contained her smirk as she went to town on his fingers, moving up and down like she would on his cock and using her tongue to gently caress the ridges of his skin. Azriel didn’t stop her. In fact, he looked like he was put under a spell, only his hips moving against her center and finally giving her a bit more friction.

Suddenly, Az yanked his fingers back, narrowing his eyes at her. She could feel his reprimand coming, but beat him to it. “Don’t you dare. You allowed it. If not to say ‘demanded’.”

He stared at her a while longer, before conceding the point. “Fine. But then I’m not to blame for this.”

Gwyn was about to ask what ‘this’ meant, but Azriel slid down her body again, disappearing from view behind her legs. Her lower lips were spread, her overstimulated and puffy center back in view, and Azriel dove right in.

This time, nothing about his movements felt calculated. He simply lapped up every ounce of liquid that dripped out of her, wanting to be in multiple spots at once. Azriel moaned in abandon, almost as wildly as Gwyn herself, plunging his tongue into her and drinking directly from the source. His nose and stubble grazed her simultaneously as he licked her walls like he owned them.

“Azriel”, the priestess moaned out his name, fighting hard to not move her hips in time with his licks. She felt like she was floating on pleasure.

The Shadowsinger let up from her entrance, his fingers taking up a slow and torturous caress up and down her slit. Gwyn was about to wonder why he didn’t use his tongue anymore when she felt it again – lower.

Every thought of shame or panic left her though, as his tongue circled her puckered hole tentatively first, then with more rigor when she didn’t object.

They had talked about this before at some point as the topic came up in one of her novels as well. And she expressed her general interest in it, not really sure how it would feel. She’d have asked him to do this earlier if she’d known.

Her muscles twitched with all their might. The pleasure he wrung from her clit was somehow amplified by the delicate skin around her bottom and Azriel’s mouth licking and kissing around it, focusing on the thin piece of skin that separated her pussy from it once in a while.

If the feeling of it didn’t drive her insane enough, the fact that Azriel seemed to take so much pleasure in it too took her over the edge. He never even raised his head for air, never stilled his fingers and reacted to every twitch of her, adjusting his ministrations accordingly.

He played her like his favorite instrument, and she ate her previous words with each slide of his fingers and tongue. The male knew what he was doing, and she was so fucking lucky.

After a few minutes of this blissful torture, she couldn’t hold back anymore and came again with an intense wave of release. Goosebumps littered her skin and she shouted Azriel’s name into the abyss in testament of his devotion.

She let her legs fall open to each side, not caring for her compromising position as she tried to catch her breath. And her sanity.

Azriel perched between her legs, gently caressing her calves as he grinned at her.

“Well done, love. How many?”

Gwyn released a shaky breath. “Two and a half.”

His grin widened ever more. “And a half, huh?”

The priestess nodded. Usually, they called it a day after one or both of them came twice. She didn’t even know if it was possible for him to drag another orgasm out of her. But as Gwyn looked at Azriel again, at how he made to unlace his trousers and setting himself free, she had the feeling she’d give him another half a point for simply seeing him in all his naked glory. Or maybe a thousand.

She scootched higher up the bed, boldly watching him strip completely. The Shadowsinger finally discarded his trousers, shoes and underwear, and Gwyn had to fight to not let her own hand slip between her legs at the sight. How was it possible she was already aroused again?

“Since you were so good this whole time, I’ll let you decide how I take you.”, Azriel said in a low voice, his hand coming up to his cock and pumping languidly. She itched to crawl forward and lick off the beads of precum that glistened on the tip.

“Can I ride you?”, she breathed, already sitting up without waiting for an answer.

The Shadowsinger chuckled at her eagerness, but his eyes betrayed his nonchalant façade. He was quick to take up her previous place on the bed, dragging her on top of him instantly and with so much force she nearly fell on his face.  

Gwyn wasted absolutely no time. She slid onto him like he was molded just for her, engulfing him in her wetness until he was sheathed completely. Both moaned at the feeling of finally being united like this, and the priestess rocked back and forth just slightly to get used to him again.

Azriel watched her from below, his hands resting on her hips. His own breathing sounded a bit labored too, Gwyn thought with satisfaction, and he held her still with straining muscles.

“Cauldron, Gwyn.”, he ground out, his head falling back against the pillow in surrender. Or what Gwyn interpreted as such. Because just a few seconds after-

“Oh, Gods!”, Gwyn gasped as he drove himself up and into her, leveraging himself against the bed and taking control from her entirely. He set a punishing pace, thrusting into her again and again with no resistance. The priestess fell onto his chest from the force of him, moaning with abandon.

He felt so good inside of her, so perfect, hitting all the right spots.

Azriel gazed up at her, his features set in barely restrained ferocity. He looked so beautiful, sweating and panting, his ruffled hair sticking to his forehead, neck and chest flexed.

Gwyn relished in the feel of him, moving in tandem with his thrusts to force him even deeper.

“Fuck, I’m close.”, the Shadowsinger growled.

But Gwyn wasn’t quite there yet. “I need more.”

Azriel’s sharp gaze focused on her, and he immediately relinquished his thrusting to let her take over again. Which was just what she needed. With a heavy, unrestrained moan, Gwyn began to ride him at a slower pace, angling her hips so that her clit brushed against his pelvis every time.

And gods, did that feel good.

Her orgasm built again, different this time with the additional weight of his length inside of her. And judging by Azriel’s face, he was with her.

With a shout that surely informed the rest of the house what they were up to, Azriel raised himself up, flinging his arms around Gwyn and came hard. The priestess was quick to follow, pressing him closer against her. Her walls fluttered around him, making sure he spilled every drop of himself.

Both panted, still cradled in each other’s arms until their breathing returned to normal.

Azriel pulled back first, finding her eyes as usual. “All good?”

“Perfect.”, she sighed, pressing an innocent kiss to his lips.

“What’s the score, Berdara?”, he asked, trying to summon some bravado as he prepared to receive a stellar review.

Gwyn released a laugh. “I’ve lost count.”

“So, am I officially a better lover than Reginald?”, Azriel brushed his nose against her cheek before nuzzling into her neck in a playful manner.

Gwyn smiled to herself, finally free in caressing his neck and shoulders to her heart’s content. Which, she decided, she was going to do for the foreseeable future.

“Reginald who?”

[scremogirl]

✧✩🜚𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 🜸𖤐✰

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

Malleus realizing he has a crush on you pt. 2

Slight ☹︎. Leona takes the L. Theres not much I have to say this time. Make sure to read the note at the end. Make sure to read the first part here Enjoy loves!

“Do you like them?”

Huh?

“Do. You. Like. Them. It is a very straight forward statement, is it not, Kingscholar?”

Now, Malleus has never been one for confrontation. His tone has a certain edge to it, not that he means to of course; it’s just when Leona sits there with that dumb look of confusion and flusteredness on his face, he feels like he’s wasting his time.

“Why would you ask me something like that!?”

“It's quite simple to understand is it not? I have feelings for them; and if you do too, then well… it’ll cause a…problem,” Leona looks at him incredulously at the accusation. He’s a little stunned that Malleus is so open with his feelings. Especially that he’s talking to himself of all people. The snippy little tone he’s using is what’s throwing him off.

“Even if I did I wouldn’t tell you,” says the prince rolling his eyes, voice gruff with irritation. Malleus sighs realizing his approach was just a little hostile. He won’t continue to argue so he tries to get back on topic.

“I apologize. Maybe my approach was a little strong,”

“Ya think?” Malleus glares.

“*sigh* Look. I have feelings for the prefect and am planning to confess to them at the school's fair. I want to know how you feel so there aren't any problems in the future,” Leona doesn’t know what to say. Who couldn’t find you cute. I mean, with your smile and that dumb little laugh, how you always check on him, how you bring him food when he hasn’t eaten, how-… damn. Leona’s a respectable guy, his honor and pride mean the most to him. So, the fact Malleus is being so willing to speak about this man to man, knowing the way he feels about him, makes Leona respect his fellow prince a little more.

Leona’s not dumb. Yes, he’s a bit lazy but he’s not dense. He’s been keeping a keen eye on you and Malleus’s relationship. At first he was jealous, envious even. Malleus could have anything he wants, so why take the one thing Leona feels like is his own. Always being second place he felt like he deserved this. That was until the other day.

You two were in your usual spot; the botanical garden. It was late and you two were just there enjoying each other's company. Looking up through the glass, waiting for the starts to come, he thought this was the perfect time to confess. He wanted to take his shot before it was too late but little did he know, his time had already run out.

“Do you believe in true love?” …?

“Do. You. Believe in. True love,” The question catches him guard , where is this coming from?

“Uh, no? I don’t know. All that “fate” bullcrap is just what people tell themselves to make them feel more secure in a relationship. It’s a bunch of bologne if you ask me… which you are,” you just hum still keeping your gaze on the stars. He’s about to ask why but again, you cut him off.

“I’m not sure I believe in it either,” so why ask what he thinks?

“It’s just… sometimes I think that maybe there’s one person out there just for me. That the universe tied a little red string around are hearts pulling us close together little by little,” you look down to your feet with a shy, soluem smile, lips pursed together in a tight line. It doesn’t reach your eyes but they do hold a softest in them as they narrow just a little. He thinks you look beautiful he wants to scream it to you, but something tells him you’re going somewhere with this so he doesn’t interrupt.

“I know it’s dumb, trust me I do. But…”

“But what?” You avoid his question. You shift your gaze back up to him this time. Green eyes meeting yours in a silent staring contest. You blink first.

“Do you… do you like me?”

Huh?

“What?!” He raises his voice a bit, tone is mixed with surprise and exasperation. He sits up straighter, eyes widening a bit. Hands that were stabilizing him earlier come up and his formerly sprawled out legs are tucked behind him so he can face you.

Yes. yes he does

“N-No! What would make you think that!?” This is the whole reason why he invited you here. Did you find out? How did you know? Did Ruggy tell you? Maybe Jack? All these questions running through his mind and you just giggle that stupid giggle of yours.

“No, silly, that’s not what I meant,”

“Then why not clarify that before!” Again you just giggle.

“What I meant to say is… well… do you think I’m attractive? Do you think I could find someone even if I’m so different from everyone else here?”

“Do you…do you think I could find true love?” He stares at you for a while unblinking until he returns to his original position, heaving a big sigh along the way.

“Yea, why not. Even if I don’t believe in fate stuff; I know you if all people could find someone. Your too sweet for your own good, just make sure no ever takes advantage of that,”

“Thanks, Leona,” your smile reaches you eyes this time. Your reach up to rub at his ears teasingly to lower the somewhat awkward tension. He just bats your hand away with a light blush.

“Yea… no problem,” again you two ease back into that comfortable silence. Now’s the time.

“(Y/n), I-“

“Child of a Man?” What’s with everyone cutting him off?! Who's that anyways… goddamnit not him… not Mal-

“Malleus!” You hop up to your feet rushing over to him with an even more genuine smile from the one you gave him not too long ago.

“Hello, (Y/n); Kingscholar,” he just huffed, why did he decide to come now?

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” …yes you did.

“It’s alright Mal, what is it?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come to the garden with me, but as I see, you are busy,”

“I’m sorry, Mal. Maybe next ti-“

“Just go” It was his time to cut someone of this time, although he wished it was that stupid fae prince.

“No, Leona. This is our ti-“

“Go. It’s fine; I’ll see you tomorrow anyways,” you looked back and forth between him and Mallues. You tried to make a step towards him but he just glared at you. You gave him a sadden look and sighed before turning around and falling into step with Malleus. Not before shooting him a quick goodbye, he just waved his hand dismissively. He layed down looking up at the stars that have now shown themselves. Perfect timing huh? Now he knew why you asked him, of course it wasn’t intended for himself. It was Malleus, you liked Malleus. He sat there just reveling in the realization. His fist tightened and brows furrowed. Why does he always get the short end of the stick? But… then again he couldn’t be mad at you. Or Malleus. His posture relaxed. Sure, he had feelings for you but he wouldn’t let that get in the way of you being happy. If it's with that stuck up, posh fae from Disomania, so be it. He just wants you to be happy.

“Nah… I don’t like them. It’s all you man,”

Malleus just hums, not fully convinced but he knows better than to push his luck.

“Very well then. Have a good rest of your evening, Leona,” that was the first time in a while Malleus has used his name. First name at least. A silent way to communicate his appreciation. He watches Mallues walk away; a slight pep in his step. Although he was to late, Leona knows if he can’t be the one to love you, Mallues would be a good second.

There will be a part 3 of this. I didnt know if I should’ve put this under the series tags or not because I don’t really consider it as one. There is more than two parts to this tho so maybe I will. For right now I’ll just link the first post and by the time the third one comes out, maybe before, I’ll decide how to tag it.

Thank you all ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎.

-Love, Sosa❤️

[holdupjack]

Maybe Being Enemies Isnt For Us?

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

WARNING: None

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Third Person P.O.V:

Y/n stood in the corner of the Great Hall as students took the dance floor, she had come alone due to her lack of likeness of men.

...

Okay, she was afraid to ask out one of the girls.

Sue her, young teenage lesbian romance is hard.

Her best friend Blaise had come over and whispered about how Hermione looked stunning tonight, which was true, but Y/n would never admit it out loud.

"She looks fine" Y/n mumbled as she scrapped the dirt out from under her nails. Blaise snickered and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, kissing the top of her head.

"Just admit this rivalry between you two is some petty lovers quarrel" she whispers into her hair and Y/n scoffs.

"We'd have to be lovers first, and this is no quarrel" she replies as he hummed, both thinking back on the reason the two have become bitter Betty.

They had accidentally kissed in the third year after a study session in the library. It was an honest accident, bumping into one another as just a small peck was shared, but the two became messes after it.

Avoiding one another like the plague as they shared looks of hesitance that turned into fiery glares of annoyance within days.

Something that could have been laughed off, or pursued further, instead was taken to extremes.

Enemies were born.

"Internalize Homophobia" Blaise sings softly as she smacked his stomach hard enough to make a point.

"It doesn't matter" Y/n mumbled as her eyes scanned the crowd, trying to find the pink blob within the sea of students.

"To bed! Both of you!"

Hermione's voice cuts through the crowd like a knife, causing the two to look by the entrance of the Great Hall.

They couldn't see her, but there was no doubt she was standing out there yelling at someone. Everyone else seemed to ignore the argument as Blaise sucked his teeth.

"I hope she isn't having her night ruined, it seemed like she was having a blast tonight" he mumbles as his date calls him over for a dance, he kissed Y/n's head again as a goodbye and disappeared into the crowd.

Y/n stared at the entrance for another moment before cursing under her breath and pushing away from the wall she was leaning against.

Slowly she snuck her way past everyone between her and the corridor, she got a few judgmental looks as she stepped on the other's toes to get where she was going.

When she finally stepped out of the event, it was mostly empty in the rest of the castle. Her eyes scanned around the surrounding, and she noticed the back of Hermione's head peaking above the stairs that lead down to the lower floors.

Y/n stood still as she heard the soft sniffles escape the Gryffindor's lips, and her shoulders shake slightly.

What does she do in this situation?

She quietly walked towards her, every step feeling as though a dog had gotten a hold of her pant legs and was pulling back as hard as it can.

As Y/n casually sat down beside her, she noticed her tiara sitting between them. Hermione had seen someone who had sat next to her but didn't care to look.

The silence between them was deafening, but Y/n soon cleared her throat to ask a simple question.

"Are you...okay?" Y/n asks as the brunette's eyes shot up to her, but they quickly fell back to the bottom of the staircase.

"I'm not in the mood to fight Y/n" she mumbles and the girl nods in agreement.

"That's not why I sat down next to you" Y/n replies to which Hermione let out an unconvinced chuckle.

"Sure"

As Hermione wiped away the seemingly endless amount of tears, Y/n sat next to her like a statue carved by Phidias himself, afraid to say or do the wrong thing.

"No one likes when you cry" Y/n blurts out, then immediately cringes at her word choice.

Hermione laughs slightly and looks over at her, letting her eyes flow up and down Y/n's side profile like a gentle stream.

"Is that a very bad comfort line, or a jab?" She asks as a sniffle escapes her, Y/n sighed and rubs rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment.

"The first" she replies to which Hermione hummed.

"You're bad at this"

"I know"

The conversation dies down again as music from the band in the Great Hall played loudly nearby.

Y/n looked over to see Hermione looking back at the floor of the staircase, her eyes filled with disappointment because of how her night is ending.

"Who made you cry?" Y/n asks as the Gryffindor sighed quietly.

"The boys, but mostly Ron" she admits, not wanting to wait until Ginny had come back to their dorm to talk about her feelings.

Ginny would have too many questions, and Y/n doesn't care enough to ask that much.

"He threw a huge fit because I went with Krum instead of him" she explains and Y/n hums in acknowledgment, knowing the rumors that had been spreading about his not-so-secret crush on his female best friend.

"Did you want to go with him?" Y/n asks as she watched Hermione take the pins out of her hair and let the curls fall to her shoulders.

"Yes and no, but just as a friend if we had" she replies and Y/n hummed again, not getting the picture of why she was still crying out here while a buff boy from another wizarding school was probably searching for her like a lost puppy.

"Then there's no reason to cry over it then. If he wants to bitch and whine about you not having feelings for him, then let him" Y/n states as she dusted off her pants and stared back at the ground.

"I care about his feelings, no matter what happens between us," Hermione says to which Y/n nodded in agreement.

"I understand that, but where in your description as a 'friend' does it dictate that you have to hold his hand and explain to him obvious social cues? That's not being a friend, that's being a mother" Y/n grumbles as she leaned her elbows back onto the stair behind her and listened to her spine crack and pop.

Hermione was taken aback by Y/n's harsh critiques about her relationship with Ron, but she was right, surprisingly.

"I know, but he's still one of my best friends" Hermione mumbled as she fiddled with the hairpins in her hand.

"For some reason he blamed you, didn't he? Like it was your fault that you didn't ask him instead, that you haven't fallen madly in love with him yet, and you aren't begging to become the new Mrs.Weasley" Y/n states with annoyance as Hermione began to giggle quietly.

She hit the nail on the head.

"Look" Y/n starts as she leaned back up and grasped the tiara into her hands from between them, then closing the space.

When Hermione turned back toward her, they were face to face. Hermione had a small flashback to that night after the library.

"Ron will come around sooner or later, and in the meantime..." she trails off as she placed the crown back onto the Gryffindor's head, grabbing a few hairpins from Hermione hand as well.

"Go back and have some more fun at the party, there's no need to end this night on a sour note" Y/n whispered as she made sure the crown was secured into her brown locks.

Hermione watched her intently as she felt Y/n's breath hit different parts of her face as she checked each side multiple times.

"I bet you Krum is looking everywhere for you" Y/n hums as she finally caught Hermione's eyes again. They stared at one another for a moment before Y/n began to grin.

"See? Sometimes I can be nice" Y/n whispered as she stood up and grabbed the heels that Hermione had kicked off in anger.

"I never said you weren't nice" Hermione stated as Y/n bent down in front of her and helped slip her shoes again.

"That is true, we never are technically mean to one another," Y/n says as she slid onto the first heel, her other hand holding the back of Hermione's calf ever so gently.

The Gryffindor had regretted that day in the central hall, where she just stood there after the childish peck. Y/n had begun apologizing profusely, and before Hermione could get a word in, she left.

She should have chased after Y/n and told her that it was all right, that she has been making her question herself...that she had liked how her lips felt on hers.

Instead, Hermione stood there dumbfounded and chose to ignore Y/n. Afraid of what her parents and friends would say, even though she knew deep down that they wouldn't care.

She has pretended to hate her for the last year and a half, and Hermione was honestly tired of it.

"There you go, Granger"

She blinked back out of her memories and watched as Y/n stood up and held her hands out for her to take.

Hermione smiled softly as she took them and was pulled into a standing position, where she towered over her due to behind two steps above.

"I bet you already heard this a bunch tonight, but you look stunning...have a good night Hermione" Y/n whispers as she smiled back, and began walking down the stairs to somewhere in the castle.

She was walking away from her again.

"Why do we hate each other?" Hermione called out as Y/n stepped onto the ground floor, causing her to turn back around with a raised eyebrow.

"You don't remember?" Y/n asks, to which the Gryffindor shook her head in response. A lie.

"No, I don't" Hermione replies as she slowly walked down to the main floor to stand next to Y/n.

"I have missed our little study sessions" she admits as Y/n opened and closed her mouth in utter confusion.

"Seriously? You don't remember?" She finally asks as Hermione stood in front of her on the floor. She shook her head again in response.

"Will you tell me what happened?"

Y/n stared at her in disbelief before sighing to herself, Hermione waited patiently as she found the right words to say.

"Well, it's after one of the library meet-ups. We were walking towards the Gryffindor Common Room when I noticed a small sticky note had found its way under your shoe. So we stopped and I bent down to grab it." Y/n pauses as she did the motion, bending down in front of Hermione and thinking for a second.

"Then as I got back up, we accidentally-"

Hermione went for the strike, kissing her as she stood back up, just like that night. For a moment she thought Y/n was about to push her away, but she felt as if her hands found a perfect spot on either side of her hips.

The Gryffindor's own hands grasped the front of her shirt, as a small gesture to show she wasn't going to back away either.

Unless-

"I knew it!"

The duo broke apart immediately as their eyes shot up to the top of the stairs. There stood Ginny and Blaise. Smiling like idiots.

"Lovers Quarrel! I told you, Ginny, they just needed some alone time" he states proudly as the two girls had faces burning with embarrassment.

"Blaise you better hope to god that I don't run up there and tell your date what you secretly do on Sunday nights" Y/n states and the boy's face goes pale, to which Ginny smirked.

"Got secrets, Blaise? I thought you said you were an open book?" She asks to which the boy cleared his throat, and excused himself back into the party. Ginny just laughed and decided to follow after him to pester about this newfound info.

"Have fun you two~" Ginny sings out with a snicker as she disappeared as well, the girls were quiet for a few moments, but Hermione had a question.

"What does he do on Sunday nights?" She asks as Y/n looked back at her with surprise.

"Oh uh, he sings karaoke to ABBA songs all night. I don't know why he's embarrassed about it, I think his cover of Slipping Through My Fingers is beautiful" Y/n states to which Hermione chuckled in response.

"Sounds like a blast to watch" she replies as Y/n grinned at the memories playing in her mind.

"Maybe I could sneak you in next Sunday?" Y/n asks quietly

Hermione matched her grin but tried to suppress it by looking for a moment.

"I would love that Y/n, perhaps we could meet up again tomorrow as well if you're free that is?" Hermione asks and Y/n felt her face and neck burn at the question.

"Of course, where should we meet?" she asks as the Gryffindor hummed in thought.

"How about the dock house after lunch? Since I have a feeling our friends will be searching for us all over the castle tomorrow with questions" Hermione replied and Y/n chuckled.

"Alright Granger, I'll see you then," she says as they smiled at one another, in a childlike nervousness as they imagined what tomorrow would bring.

As Y/n said goodnight one last time and began walking away, she yelled something over her should.

"You know, maybe being enemies isn't for us?" Y/n says as Hermione watched her stop at the stairs that lead down to the bottom of the moving staircases.

"I agree" She replies as Y/n smiled once more at her, before walking down the stairs.

Just like that, she was gone.

Hermione stood in the hall and felt a wave of relief wash over her as she climbed back towards the party.

She wondered what events were in store for them at midday tomorrow.