#not because you‘re not wanted here

[anantaru]

A little random but I was wondering what would need to happen in order for you to not be mutuals with someone?? This is legit just morbid curiosity I'm sorry if I'm rude!

i get uncomfortable very easily (and pissed off too lmao), it really doesn’t take a lot for me to softblock someone. When they‘re problematic/weird, when it‘s obvious they only want to be my mutual so others see us interact (or if it‘s obvious their intentions aren‘t pure) also i dislike seeing constant discourse on my dash so if said mutual and i aren‘t friends i softblock asap. Me softblocking you doesn‘t mean i hate you, i just don’t want to follow you anymore and i feel like it‘s better to softblock then only me unfollowing said person because that would come off as weird too lmao.

[rafesslxt]

✧.* 𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 | 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

જ⁀➴ your best friends get a hint of how sexually frustrated you are and offer their help

: ̗̀➛ nsfw, smut, teasing, making out, nicknames, cheating with Tom, fingering, oral on female, p in v unprotected, nipple sucking

「 ✦ Mattheo, Tom, Theodore, Enzo, Draco, Pansy ✦ 」

Mattheo:

❥ It didn‘t took him long to notice something‘s wrong. You two sit together in potions, currently making a new potion. Normally you two would laugh and banter all the time, teasing each other but you were so quiet today and didn‘t even look at him

❥ "Y/n, is everything alright?" he asks and puts his hand on your shoulder, drawing a little whine from you. His eyebrows knitted and he took a step back, scanning you whole. He just then noticed your flushed cheeks, flustered expression, your thighs pressed together and your bottom lip between your teeth. You were turned on.

❥ He wanted to test his theory a little and started to prepare the ingredients for the potion in front of you two. He flexed his arms a little, knowing you liked his hands because you once told him when you two were drunk. He saw your hungry gaze at his hands, making him smile to himself.

❥ "Here, chop up the root. Can you do that for me, doll?" He softly breathed against your face, coming dangerous close to you. The nickname gave you visible shiver‘s, just feeding right into his ego. He had a crush on you since forever but never actually had the balls to tell you.

❥ After class was over and you guys were free he pulled you with him to his dorm. "M-mattheo what are you doing?" you wondered but followed him. He closed the door behind you and grabbed you by your hips, pushing you against the door. A gasp left your lips and you looked at him like a deer in the lights.

❥ "Care to tell me why you‘re so .. on edge?" Thats when you finally let everything out. You broke up with your boyfriend and the reason was simple: He couldn't fuck. Mattheo had to hold back a laugh at your outburst of emotions. "It's not funny! It's so frustrating you can't even imagine!"

❥ "Want me to help you? You know.. like a best friend would." he offers you with a smug smirk on his face. You thought he was joking until he had you trembling and shaking under him. He hit every corner and touched every part of your skin that was untouched by your ex-boyfriend. "What are friends for huh?" he moaned when you clenched around him, your nails digging into his back when your orgasm came nearer. Let's just say, you never ever had to fear bad sex again.

Tom Riddle:

❥ You and your best friend Tom sat together in the library when no one was there anymore, thank‘s to Tom‘s charm and good reputation. It all started with your leg bouncing the whole time until Tom send you an annoyed glare which made you stop immediately.

❥ But it continued with your sighing. It got so distracting that at one point Tom slapped his book down onto the table so hard that you flinched. "Please tell me why you‘re sighing like a hurt puppy the whole damn time."

❥ You really considered telling him but you were kind of shy when talking about things like that. On top if that Tom already hated your boyfriend and you didn‘t want to give him another reason to add to the list. "Nothing, just.. tired."

❥ Tired my ass was what Tom thought. He knew you were lying so he had to try a different way. It didn‘t took him long to get inside your head with his new found skill ' Legilimency'

❥ "He told you what?!" Tom suddenly shouts at you. "What?" you asked him confused. "He told you that when you asked him for some foreplay?" He didn‘t even tried to hide the fact that he read your mind. "Tom! Stop going through my head all the damn time!" "Did he seriously tell you it‘s not worth the time?"

❥ He scoffs when you tell him the whole thing that happened with your boyfriend. "No wonder you‘re that sexually frustrated." "Excuse me?" "Come on. All the sighing and leg bouncing the whole time? Your body needs release." He said in a monotone voice like he talked about the weather. "Well – it‘s not that easy Tom." "It is. Let me help you."

❥ Since he could read your mind it made no sense to even try and deny the excitement that went through your body at his offer. He had you laying all spread out for him on the library desk in front of him. Books and notes all over the place and even floor. Your skirt got pushed up to your stomach and his fingers skillfully played with your throbbing clit.

❥ "Look at that. How could this not be worth anyone‘s time hm?" Tom muttered while sucking on your nipples, switching every minute between them while pumping his fingers in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit until you came around his digits. And that waw just the beginning of a whole night of foreplay.

Theodore Nott:

❥ That‘s exactly how your best friend looks at you when he overhears you talking to Pansy, telling her, you haven‘t slept with someone in so long that you would do abything for dick now. Obviously it was a joke. But obviously Theo wouldn’t be Theo If he didn‘t already formed a plan in his head.

❥ Teasing was the keyword. And patience. Theo‘s plan was to tease you little by little over days to get a reaction out of you.

❥ First day he brushed past you every here and there with his hips pushing slightly against you and his hands on your hips. It made your whole head spin and you tried to calm down, seeing him smiling at you innocently.

❥ The second day was just as simple. The whole day he whispered into your ear, laughing, joking, asking things about the class you two were having right now. And with every whisper he brushed his lips against your ear lobe or shell, his warm breath hitting your skin and leaving goosebumps behind.

❥ On the third day he got a bit bolder. When you started bouncing your leg or fidgeting with your fingers, he would put his hand on your thigh. High. He said "It‘s to calm you down a little bit cara mia." His big hands squeezing your flesh and his fingers stroking your desperate skin.

❥ Day four you and all your friends sat in the common room on the couch by the fireplace. You sat next to Theo of course, sharing a blanket since it‘s cold due the late night. At some point he had you leaning against his chest with his arms around you. While you lazily listened to Draco telling ya‘ll a story, Theo‘s finger started to dance over your slighty exposed skin on your stomach. Your shirt mist have rosen up a little under the blanket. You sucked in a breath, trying not to melt right there in front of everyone.

❥ Day five and six were the hardest because he completely neglected you. He talked to you but never stood beside you or sat next to you in class or lunch. It drove you literally crazy. Why would he do this to you? He didn‘t even hug you. But you also couldn‘t ask him because how would that sound? 'Hey Theo why don‘t you touch me anymore?' No thanks.

❥ Day seven was when you actually broke. "Theo, we need to talk, please." You practically dragged him away from the rest of your friends to your‘s and Pansy‘s room. "How can I help you principessa?" he asked with a smug smile on his face. "Touch me." was all you blurted out. He raised his eyebrows and looked surprised at you. "What?" "Touch me Theo, please. I - I can‘t concentrate anymore when you‘re not near me."

❥ Well – what was supposed to be innocent touching and stroking, ended with you on your belly on your bed with Theo behind you, pounding his cock into your pussy. "Everytime from now on that you feel like this, you come to me, capito?"

Lorenzo Berkshire:

❥ You and Enzo were best friends since you could remember. You two have gone through everything together. Break-up‘s, first heartbreak, fighting with parents, puberty, seeing each other naked by accident, literally everything.

❥ You two were so close that nobody even questioned it when you were cuddling under a blanket in the common room late at night while your friends talked about how unfair the quidditch game today was.

❥ "Did you use that peach-shampoo again?" he whispered into your ear when you layed down on his chest and your hair was right under his nose. You looked up at him and nodded with a smile, knowing it was his favorite. He sighs when he inhales it and wraps his arms around you, his fingers playing with the hem of your little crop top.

❥ Enzo was so concentrated at sonething Theodore told the group, that he didn‘t notice how he started to play with the top of her skirt, his fingers gliding under it so innocently. When you noticed you stopped breathing for a second, glanzing up at your best friend who didn‘t seem to notice what he was doing.

❥ At first it was okay but after ten more minutes, you felt yourself getting restless in his arms and shifted every now and then in his lap. You felt yourself get slowly turned on from his little touch. With his second hand he started to stroke your thigh mindlessly, not realizing how your cheeks started to get red and your pussy wet. You pressed your lips together.

❥ Then it happened. Your hips grinded against his lap out of the pleasure and desperation you felt. He froze immediately and stopped moving his hands and fingers. He gulped and looked down at you, your heavy eyes already looking up at him when you grinded against him again boldly.

❥ He swallowed down a moan when your ass grinded against his crotch. "What are you doing baby?" The nickname send shivers down your spine together with his raspy voice against your ear. "I think – I think I need out friendship to go to the next level." You breathed out. You saw him biting his lips when his hands startet moving again. One hand continueing massaging your thigh while the other slipped down into your underwear and went straight to your slick folds.

❥ "Shit you‘re soaked." he breathed when he dipped his finger into your wet pussy, teasing your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked up and you tried to be as quiete as possible so your friends around you wouldn‘t notice. Right when you were about to come around his fingers, he pulled them away, your eyes going wide.

❥ You glared up at him with a desperate look in your eyes and rosy cheeks. He licked his fingers clean when no one watched and smirked down at you. "Don‘t worry baby, you‘re gonna come around something way bigger."

Draco Malfoy:

❥ "Draco?" "Yes, y/n?" You currently were in his room at the malfoy manor due holiday‘s and since his parents really liked you – good reputation and behavior, pure blood family and a lot of money – they never had a problem with you over. The complete opposite was the case. They often hoped you two would be more than best friends some day.

❥ "Can you remember when you told me you would do anything for me?" You asked him with your voice cute and hopeful. "No.. but go on." You roll your eyes at his answer but go on like he said.

❥ "Well, there is something that you could do for me that I think you would enjoy too." you said carefully. His eyebrows rose up and he looked at you curious now. "Oh yeah and what would that be, doll?" That‘s the nickname he used on you everytime you asked him for a favor.

❥ Now or never, right? "I - I want you.. tofuckme." His eyes go wide and his jaw fell to the floor. "What did you just say?" he asks slowly, not sure If he understood right. "I said Iwantyoutofuckme." He stood up and walked over to you, grabbing you by your chin. "Y/n.. tell me slowly what you said or I swear – " "I want you to fuck me, Draco."

❥ His lips crashed into yours just a second later, pushing you down on his bed. You kissed him vack, more confused than he was. "Are you- aren‘t you gonna ask why I want this so suddenly?" you gasp when he starts sucking on your neck and his fingers already opening your jeans.

❥ "Fuck no, you can tell me afterwards. I don‘t care." he breathes before he throws all of your clothes all over his room and fucks you into his mattress for the whole night.

❥ After you two were done he pulled you against his chest, still breathing heavily. "And? What was the reason?" he asked out of breath. "Well uh – I broke up with Colin. He just couldn‘t make me happy in and outside the bedroom so .. I wanted to ask you to help me since ai felt so.. worked up." He chuckled deeply and pulled you even closer. "Told you he‘s a loser.." you roll your eyes at his comment. "You‘re mine bow, hope you know that."

Pansy Parkinson:

❥ "Pansy, can I ask you something?" you asked your best friend. You two shared a dorm together and sat currently in front of the tv you had bought for the two if you. Her new favorite show "baby" was playing. It was a italian show and she loved learning new languages. "Of course, what‘s wrong?" "Why has something to be wrong?" "Y/n.. you never ask to ask something.. only when something is wrong."

❥ You had to smile a little at her answer and rolled your eyes playfully. "Since you‘re sleeping with boys and girls.. I wanted to ask you.. do you enjoy going down on girls?" Pansy looks at you surprised. "Why are you asking me that? This isn‘t coming from no where."

❥ I sigh and look at my hands. "Uhm – Brody said he doesn‘t like it and it .. freaks him out." I tell her what my boyfriend told me. Her eyes go wide and she almost shouts at me, "He said what?!" "Can you please just answer me Pansy?"

❥ She sighs and looks at my fidgety hands. "Of course I enjoy it and what kind of man is he that he says something like that to you?" "Is it possible that maybe it‘s.. me? That something is wrong with me and not him? Maybe it looks weird or-" "Y/n stop. I promise you nothing is wrong with you love."

❥ "But you can‘t know that Pans.." "Do you want to try?" Now you are the one who looks at her in shock. "You would ?" "Yeah but only If you‘re comfortable with it of course. I know that you only have been with boys." Your cheeks heated up a little at the thought of doing something so intimate with your best friend. You two have talked about that one time and Pansy knew how open you were to trying it someday with a woman too.

❥ Let‘s just say from there on you never questioned yourself again. "Pansy I - that‘s do good." You let out a whinper, your habds going through her hair. "Hmm such a pretty girl. You‘re doing so good love." She praised you, smiling to herself. She would have a lot of fun with you in the future.

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[tender-rosiey]

Hi hope you‘re doing well!!! I wanted to ask if you could write a scenario with Gojo and fem reader where she‘s lying on the bed reading and he wants her attention and she just grabs him and let‘s him cuddle her while she‘s reading I CAN‘T STOP THINKING ABT THIS

used to it — gojo satoru x gn!reader

despite all your complains, huffs, and eye rolls, you never truly found satoru’s affection bothersome. in fact, you found it very endearing and cute how he can be so openly infatuated with you.

in the beginning, you thought that perhaps his theatrics were blown out of proportion. that while yes he did want your attention, he surely didn’t want it that much.

but you were wrong, so very wrong.

you remember that one time you had left early to get some groceries, leaving satoru in the bed alone. in your defense, you were going as quickly as you could.

“I gotta go back before satoru realizes I am not in bed!”

you underestimated him. because the very moment he woke up, he looked around for you, under the bed, in the cupboards, and even in the chimney. his brows furrowed when there was no sign of you.

he whispered, eyes going through the room once again, but to no avail, “yn?”

his lips quickly formed into a pout and he whined—loudly, “y/n?!”

you instantly got a call from one very sad gojo satoru who was whining and complaining about how you left him all alone to fend for himself for hours and hours on end. you had checked the time right after that.

it had been 20 minutes.

anyways, you’re not new to gojo’s massive need for love and affection. you can also proudly say that you learned how to satiate him while not troubling yourself.

let’s take today as an example.

the new volume of your favorite book had finally dropped. so you sent a text to satoru telling him that you would be busy for tonight.

of course, that is unacceptable in his book so he told you that he would go to your house after he was done with his mission.

you were able to finish a couple of chapters before he finally burst through the door, exclaiming, “the world’s most eligible bachelor is here!”

you send a small smile his way and swiftly continue reading your book. he pouts, sulky about the lack of attention, “babe?”

“mhm?”

getting a mic out from god knows where, he clears his throat and delivers the best performance of his life, “I want your love and I want your revenge—“

silently, you pull him into your arms.

satoru tends to forget how strong you’re—especially because of all the things you go through as a sorcerer—,but he happily buries his face in the crook of your neck with a smile plastered on his pretty face, “you don’t want me to serenade you?”

you chuckle, “not really, and with bad romance out of everything?”

he gasps, offended, “I will have you know that lady gaga is an absolute icon!”

with a roll of your eyes, you continue silently reading while resting the book on his back—you doubt it weights anything to him though.

a few beats pass before satoru gazes up at your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “how was your day, pretty?”

“good,” you murmur then you kiss the top of his head and push it back to your chest. he welcomes it before he slightly turns his head and mumbles, “okay, so I should shut up?”

a giggle escapes your lips as you nod and start carding your fingers through his hair. he hums, murmuring a small ‘i love you’, before falling silent once again.

you assume that he is asleep. a soft sigh leaves your lips as you hug him a little tighter and gladly continue reading your book.

a grin breaks out on your face; you’re finally getting to the good part!

you quickly turn the page and your eyes dart to the beginning of the page in unbelievable speed. a gasp almost escapes your lips as you realize that the character has—

“y/n, how many chickens would it take to be able to kill a lion?”

the character has had enough of the husband and is about to murder him in his sleep.

“I mean like have you ever thought about—wait, babe, I am sorry, don’t hurt me—“

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[siddyyyyyyyy]

Rockstar Girlfriend

Older!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

wc: 3.7 K summary: You're Damian's girlfriend, and his family wants to visit your concert warnings: none, no y/n used, established relationship a/n: I often daydream about this scnenario, so here you go. divider from @super-marvel-dc , just the stuff I needed ! enjoy

Tuning your guitar does get on your nerves on tours, especially right before you need to go on stage and the E-string seems to snap any moment. Your earpiece counts the few last beats down before the lights go off and you have to be on stage, finally getting the guitar tuned for the show. The supporting band got off stage a few mintues ago, hyping you and your bandmates up for the show, since you are the main act. This band is the most sweetest you‘ve ever met, even when they play a little softer music than you.

Just in time, you get to your mic stand and can only see some flashlights from phones in the crowd before you and your band play the first chord of the opening song. Ear-deafening shouts and cheers errupt from the crowd, having to focus on staying in the rythm, also to begin singing on the right time.

The lightshow of the stage gives the crowd an even more beautiful and energetic view, most of them singing along the first words of the song while some record with their phones. It seems like you‘re singing to a see of people, not able to recognise this many faces or even identify some with the lights flickering to the beat of the music, having to focus on multiple things at the same time anyway. But one thing is that you are sure of. It‘s that your boyfriend should be here, most likely somewhere in the front rows. As you continue to play and sing, you‘re intently watching the crowd on the first rows, trying to make out where he is. It is nearly impossible though, the lightshow making it less possible to actually recognise anyone from the stage.

You give up after a moment and focus on performing, jumping around lightly at the parts where you don‘t need to sing and can have fun. It seems like the viewers also have a lot of fun with your music, seeing some mosh-pits form further in the back and middle. You had trouble believing it at first when you saw people file out of the hall with your first few concerts, that there are some rowdy and elder people who enjoy your music. They‘re probably the same ones in the pit right now. Good thing Damian is probably at the front, he would‘ve seriously injured people on accident.

Your band is two songs in, but the set list still has twenty songs left, promising for a long night. Damian is indeed by the front rows, standing among other hardcore fans who seem too desperate for his taste. But who is he to judge, he tries to make it to every concert you guys announce and play near by. Always getting some kind of merch by the merch stands before the show, small stickers or patches, you name it; he has it.

During a more heavy song, you engange with the crowd as usual, telling them to part the crowd for the up-coming breakdown. Of course, the crowd does a good job at that, some people in the front and back just watching the show and crowd while the band continues to play.

The breakdown, the most heaviest part of the song, start playing and the people create a ‚Wall of Death‘, it looking satisfying from your view. Your bassist does most of the screaming vocals on the extra mic stand, getting to play the thrilling chords on your guitar while watching the crowd have fun.

Finally, you meet eyes with Damian. He grins proudly, wearing a shirt with your band logo on it. He gives you a thumbs up, seemingly proud and happy to support you on one of your bigger perfomances. Normally, you play at smaller stages, but the support band and your new support and love from fans made this possible to happen. It‘s a sight to see, knowing all these people like the stuff you‘re creating for your own enjoyment and actively support your band because they want more of your music.

You‘re halfway through your setlist now, not being nervous at all now as you get used to the feeling fairly quickly. It‘s always during the middle of the set when it is time for a small break, getting to drink some water while engaging with the crowd and entertaining them. And who would your bandmates be if they wouldn‘t mess around with the other mic while you talk, making the crowd laugh and record the interaction with your band. After the joksters finally lock in, it‘s time to perform the last half of the set list. The crowd really does give their best on having fun, never having seen so many mosh pits in one of your concerts before.

The show comes to an end, being sweaty and worn out after the perfomance but you can‘t leave without throwing some guitar picks and drumming sticks to the crowd, a lot of them being happy over it and catching them.

Lastly, you could finally leave for the backstage and into your private room to get unready and settle down into your own respective homes.

»Was your lovey-dovey boyfriend here again?« Your drummer asks while drying his hair off with a towel, always talking about your boyfriend as if he would take him from you. In a friendly, funny way, of course.

»Yeah, somewhere in the front row. Why?«

You answer back while taking off your make up in front of a mirror, glancing behind your shoulder at him.

»I just saw him too. Seemed like he was wearing our merch!«

He tells you excitedly with a big grin, making sure to get his hair dry from his sweat.

»Yeah, he definitely wore our merch.« You nod back as your face is bare again, walking over to your bag at the couch. Your bandmates seem to giggle and mostly joke a bit around with how cheesy your boyfriend is, being used to their shenanigans by now. You settle down on the couch for a moment, your feet and legs aching from standing and performing for almost an hour tonight, having been preparing and helping the technicians with setting up the lightshow and stage this afternoon, since you feel bad for them doing all this for your band.

Eventually, you make your way outside of the arena to meet your boyfriend, having your bag over your shoulder while the staff is taking care of the rest. He is standing by the back door, right where you walked out of, greeting him with a tight hug.

»God, I‘m sweaty, I probably stink so bad...«

Damian doesn‘t even budge and keeps you in his arms, a soft expression on his face.

»So what? You were amazing up there. As always.«

He shrugs and doesn‘t seem to want to let go of you yet, swaying together from side to side which makes you both smile at the other.

Damian walks you home, ending up carrying you once you mention about your feet hurting. There‘s something deeply affectionate in the way he holds and carries you in his arms, not leaving room for any arguments about it.

The night ends with him dropping you off by your home, exchanging some fleeting kisses before he is forced to leave for patrol with the others.

----

The Wayne Mane, 11:26 PM

»Are you not going to explain why you‘re late this time?« Bruce gruff voice calls out once Damian joins the rest on the rooftop, changed in his suit and ready to patrol finally.

»He was at his girlfriends concert. They had a show nearby today.« Tim snitches, making it short but also making Damian glare at him even harder.

»Is that true?«

His father questions again and awaits his answer, receiving a nod as Damian looks at him finally.

»Yes, I was at her show. Bought a shirt.«

Batman simply sighs out but doesn‘t seem annoyed by it for more than five seconds.

»Where was it this time?« He asks with rather more curiousity, making Damian state the name of the city, having driven back by train with you together to drop you off safely.

The conversation doesn‘t last long as they begin to patrol, Damian having a bit of trouble hearing at first, still used to the loud music from earlier. The patrol ends up being as usual, no serious troubles.

----

Next morning at the Manor seems to be chaotic once again, some voices coming from the kitchen while Bruce is sipping on a cup of coffee with a newsletter in hand.

»Why can‘t we ever join when you‘re going out with her? She‘s so nice and fun to talk to, it‘s unfair!«

Dick complains from the kitchen as he prepares some toast for himself, Damian sitting by the kitchen island with a cup of tea in hand.

»If you wouldn‘t try to disturb their dates, maybe he would have her come over more frequently.«

Tim counters as he is at the kitchen island as well, working at his laptop. The eldest son groans dramatically, defending himself from the obvious truth.

»I‘m not trying to disturb them, just trying to talk and see how it‘s going...«

»Definitely invading their privacy.«

It seems like Dick still wants to spend more time all together with you and the family, but it‘s clear that you don‘t have much time now with your small tour going on and them being vigilantes.

»I would also like to see her more often, but you‘ve got to understand she has her own duties, just like us.«

Alfred chimes in as he walks into the kitchen, preparing more tea as he talks. The discussion is interrupted as Bruce finally walks in, interrupting the complains of Dick and mean comments from Damian.

»Why don‘t we visit one of her concerts? We‘ve never been to one before.«

It is really bizarre for him to suggest something like this, especially since he seems to need to work a lot lately. Maybe he has finally gone mad?

At the silence he receives, he continues, seeing the bewildered looks from his children.

»I‘m simply saying we never saw her perform. It can‘t be that bad, can it?«

Cass, who just happens to stand by the door studies the others, not being against it herself. She raises her hand with a nod, seemingly agreeing with the idea. Damian notices, and the rest does as well, making Jason speak up finally.

»She does rock and metal, right?«

»Yes, but — «

Damian really doesn‘t want the rest to tag along to the next concert you give in town, knowing it will mostly be embarrassing and they will probably get spotted more easily by reporters or simple fans.

But before he could finish his sentence, everyone raises their hand lightly, even Alfred being okay with the idea.

»Are you kidding me?« He sighs out, being clearly overpowered as the plan is settled.

The Wayne‘s will be at your next concert.

----

Your bandmates almost freak out once you tell them the news, Damian having called you and sheepishly admitted it, claiming it‘s his fault. Clearly, no one is upset. Actually, everyone seems to be freaking out for all the good reasons.

Now it‘s time to prepare for the show this evening, mostly texting with Damian and finally getting to prepare after getting teased by your bandmates once more.

You watch people arrive by the parking lot, seeing how many people already are inside in the arena with some drinks in hand, the show beginning in about half an hour. But you can‘t watch for much longer, getting dragged to the backstage to tune your guitar and warm up for the show. The supporting band plays first just like before, hyping each other up again.

"Are you there already? Please warn them about the supporting band, don't want them to get confused."

You text to Damian, hoping they are at least in the parking lot already and ready to watch the show.

"We got here an hour ago, saved some seats. I'll tell them about it."

He responds back fairly quickly, making you assume they're in the front row if they got in so early. Time goes by and the show starts, the support band starting their 45 minutes set before you come on stage and play your own set list.

As the other times, the band starts with more softer songs, getting progressively more heavy, but still not as heavy as your songs. Bruce stays standing beside Damian, not used to rock shows, but he clearly respects it and is just here out of curiousity and wants to support his 'almost-daughter-in-law' in some way. Dick seems to enjoy himself, even when this isn't his usual type of music. He is mostly fascinated by the enthusiastic crowd and how popular your band seems to be, even when you're about nineteen by now. Perks of starting young, he guesses.

Jason seems to be rather unimpressed by the show, claiming he expected some heavier stuff. But this is just the supporting band anyway, so Damian doesn't mind arguing over the loud music. Cass and Tim simply watch, them both having informend themselves before joining the show tonight. But they do seem to be rather amused by some fans. The flashing lights from the lightshow seems to amaze Cass the most though, being almost captivated by how pretty the lights shine and work on stage.

Eventually, the band goes off stage, meeting your band backstage and tells you all about the Wayne family being there, having forgotten to tell them earlier about it.

Now that it's your turn to perform, you feel more nervous than at other times. Usually, you get nervous just before the show, but it fades once you get to play the first few chords and riffs, the cheering form the crowd spurring you on even more.

This time it's different and the bassist seems to notice of it. She walks up to you, trying to hype you up and give you some motivational words, but they do little to calm your nerves down. It's too late anyway, being called up on stage by the staff. You quickly hop on stage with the rest, lights being turned off and the anticiaption rises. Your heartbeat quickens in your chest, hearing the happy crowd even with your earpiece on. The first song starts to play, strumming the intro on your guitar while doing your best to focus on getting the notes right and not play too fast.

The lights turn back on once you start to sing, as usual confident and smooth. In the back of your head you are still thinking about Damians whole family being here, not able to ignore the heart pounding heavily in your ears while you perform. You curse yourself inwardly for still being nervy, hating how new this feels, even though it's nothing new at all.

Continuing with the show, the song progresses into more heavy riffs and up beat tempo, getting a rich mix of an energetic and hearty sound. You get a smooth transition onto the next song, pushing through your slight nervousness to perform the second song with even more passion. As there are less singing parts, you get to jump around the stage a little and let go of the skittish energy inside you. From another perspective, it just looks like you're having fun.

Jason seems more impressed now, furrowing his brows lightly as he bops his head along the music lightly. Dick seems to completely lose it though, jumping with the other fans along and getting lost in the crowd eventually. Bruce stays stoic, focussing his eyes on you as he watches how you perform. You seem more alive and vibrant on stage, never having really seen you this bouncy before. Often times, when you came over, you seemed to be just a little shy but very polite. Here, you still seem to be a good soul, but a lot less shy. And that in front of probably over six hundered people.

Playing and performing the songs seem to get easier with time, not able to focus your eyes on specific people in the crowd, but it's probably better this way. Finally, you reach the half of the set list, not being nervous or anxiuos anymore. Well, you are a bit nervous since your bandmates promised to not do any embarressing stuff on stage, not entirely trusting them though.

As soon as you had a few gulps of water, you get back on your spot in the middle of the stage, hand resting on your hip while the other holds you guitar by neck for the meantime. It's time to entertain the crowd.

»A round of applause for our vocalist and her breathtaking perfomance!«

Of course, your bassist said something before you with his own extra mic stand. Nevertheless, the crowd fires up the atmosphere, getting loud shouts and cheers from them. Cass has to put her hands over her ears from how loud it is, all the while Damian smirks proudly and claps cheerfully.

»Thank you! Did you have to embarrass me?« You finally speak into your own mic as you turn to face Marcus, the bassist, earning a few chuckles from the large crowd.

Meanwhile, Jason has to physically hold Dick back from screaming something along the lines of 'We love you!' and 'You're my favourite band!' to you and fluster you more.

»Okay, ignore these goofballs for now. I need you all to part the sea for the next song. Shit's about to get heavy.« You have actually forgotten that Damian's whole family is here, realising only a moment later and immediately search for them in the crowd. You spot them being located more by the right side of the crowd, but still fairly in the middle and at the front row. Dick waves at you, earning a sheepish smile from you before focussing back on the show.

The lights turn off again, getting a countdown and metronome in your earpiece once more as the large crowd does their work and parts into two. Bruce is very confused, not getting what's about to happen. While it's not too loud he decides to ask.

»What's this about, Damian?« He only receives a sly smile from his youngest son, hoping he gets an answer.

»Are you ready for a Wall of Death?« You exclaim through the mic, earning many cheers and shouts back. But you aren't satisfied and ask again, getting an even louder response. Now Bruce knows what it's called but he has absolute zero idea what's about to happen.

Jason knows though and makes sure Cass is not in the way, not wanting to see dead bodies. The lights switch to red as usual, matching the rythm of your song again while the fans wait for the breakdown to drop. The bassist, Marcus, does most of the singing — or vocal screaming — in the song, leaving you to jump around and play some nasty riffs.

The parted crowd immediatly rushes at eachother, the Wall of death happening. Bruce watches with light fascination, not keeping his eye off the people as if to make sure nothing goes wrong. Your band goes on though, the songs playing easily and with passion as the show goes on.

Jason seems to enjoy it more himself, headbanging more to the music while he watches you perform, and for once doesn't regret going out with his family. As for the rest of the family... they aren't into this type of music, but stay until the end anyway and mostly take pride on watching you perform the songs out with your band on stage. ----

Going off stage after throwing some guitar picks and drumming sticks into the crowd, you feel exhausted again. Feet hurting, fingers and wrists needing some stretching and your shoulders ache lightly from the strap of the guitar. Your voice is needs a break for tonight as well. But ignoring that, you take your sweaty make up off and go about the same routine as usual, before you can take a proper shower back at home. Oh, right. You're sleeping over by Damians house this time.

Walking out of the building, you see the Bat family waiting by their limousine for you. Damian approaches you once he sees you, pulling you into a hug before he kisses your cheek.

»You did great. As always.« He tells you as every night, it still sounding genuine and loving when he says it.

»Thanks... what do they think?«

»I didn't ask. But they seem okay.« Damian answers you, earning a soft groan from you, both from exhaustion and slight nervousness of their opinions. He seems to sense it and chuckles lightly, rubbing your back gently with his hand.

»Stop making out, we've got places to be!« What seems to be Jason calls out, interrupting the small kiss you shared just now.

With a small groan, he tags you along by the waist. Bruce greets you with a brief nod, not wasting any time to speak up.

»Good evening. When Damian said you have a band, I didn't expect it to be something like this.« In fact, he expected the worst the first time he found out about it, but never got to actually see what it's like until now. It makes Dick and Jason roll their eyes, even earning a brief annoyed look from Cass.

»The music was great, don't worry. I even got into one of those mosh pits. I would go again.« Dick interwhines, smiling goofily at you. He definitely had a good time.

»Me too. Loved the heavier songs.« Jason adds onto, getting slightly surprised by his positive feedback. Maybe they are just glad to have had some fun in a while, knowing they work hard to protect the city.

You exchange a few more words with them, sitting into the limousine beside Damian, who keeps his arm around your waist the entire time. He can sense your tiredness, as does the rest, but they keep talking about the show and what they liked the best. It's actually good they do so, not needing to talk so much. While quietly sitting beside Damian, you see that Cass has a pin of your band logo at her bag, getting a bit flustered and happy on the inside. You can't hold it for long though, being worn out after the long concert and doze off against your lovers shoulder before even arriving back to the Manor.

a/n: Hope you enjoyed reading it!!

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[bunni-v1]

Aommgg

Could I request the nrc staff + grim finding out you‘re a girl (plantonic)?

Or do they all know straight from the start?

TW: None

Info: Crowley, Grim, Sam, Cruel, Trien x Reader (Platonic)

🍓Hello lovely! I didn't want to make a whole long post about this, but I do want to talk about it. I'm so glad you asked! So the staff is... made aware of the situation, obviously. But, I think I'll go a little into depth on how each member deals with this information.

Crowley knows because... well... he sees you out of the ceremonial robes before anyone else does. He handles it as well as he does every other issue he comes across. "Just cover it up!" Famously said by Crowley. He's not unkind though, he does ensure that you get the help you need and he makes sure you keep what you need hidden, well, hidden. But... he won't do more than the bare minimum unless his hand is forced. Like... with Scarabia, he pretty much threatened the whole dorm with expulsion if they so much as uttered a word to anyone but amongst themselves. He is, unsurprisingly, not a father figure to you. He's more like... you're weird quirky uncle that you like, but only in small doses.

Grim, our little guy, finds out at the same time as Crowley... and he's a little harder to convince to keep his mouth shut to start. He doesn't like you, okay, you stole his position at NRC (like he had a chance at all). With a few well-placed cans of tuna from both you and Crowley, he keeps his little rat mouth shut. However, when you're actually granted studentship as NRC? His tune changes. It changes because Crowley holds his position as a student over his head, but it changes. Not a SINGLE person will ever hear you're a woman from Grim. He can't lose this position, not after so much work to get where he's gotten to. Besides, he grows to really love you! You're family to him, and no one out family. Seriously, he's so protective of it, once Ace and Deuce figure it out they're too scared to talk because of Grim's looming presence.

Sam is the first member of Staff to find out, other than Crowley. How? Crowley's sudden interest in pads, tampons, birth control, and all the fun stuff that comes with being a woman. Sam usually would just shrug his shoulders and excuse Crowley's quirky behavior, but then you come in looking like a lost deer and he gets it. He is genuinely so nice to you though! If you ever feel unsafe on campus, you talk to Sam and he'll handle it for you, okay? Sure, he jacks up the prices on your feminine products, but it's considerably less than his normal prices. Hell, if you're short, he'll "suddenly" remember he's got a discount on those items. He's like a cool older brother, honestly. He lets you hang out in the back of the shop and do homework when you ask, and he gives you snacks at a discount when you're there!

Crewel doesn't really treat you any differently than anyone else. Admittedly though, he's fond of you, even if you're a troublemaker. When you come into his class on your first day in a uniform six times too big for you, he feels pity for you. You didn't ask to be here, and now you have to wear that atrocious old uniform? You poor little pup. He's not exactly easy on you, but he's more understanding of your mistakes. Eventually, after you get to know him better, he offers to get you a nicer uniform and also privately tutor you. This is his excuse for keeping you busy so that you don't have as many chances to get found out, and it's also because you are horrifically failing his class and it looks bad on him.

Trien treats you the most differently out of everyone on staff. The SECOND he found out you were a girl and were being forced to hide that fact for Crowley's sake? Oh my god, grandpa was PISSED. Crowley got an EARFUL after that meeting. This man makes it his mission to make your stay as comfortable as he possibly can make it because sevens know Crowley won't be doing SHIT. After he meets you? Oh my god, you remind him of his own girls when they were little. He absolutely adores you, and everyone can tell. It's so odd to the other students because he clearly favors you, and when they ask you about it you've got no clue. He is your dad here at NRC, as out of character as that might be. You are a young woman lost in a world that is not kind to you going through so much more than you need to. He doesn't want to add more to your plate. You can come to him for anything and he will provide as best as he can.

Vargas (I'm sorry for forgetting about him lol) is a lot like Crewel in the fact that he doesn't treat you too differently from his other students. You're still made to push yourself to your upper limits for gym, still expected to keep up with your peers, and still expected to meet his general expectations. However, if it's way too much for you to do, out of fear of Crowley and Trien breathing down his neck, he'll lessen your load. Otherwise, he doesn't really have much chance to be around you outside of class. He finds you amusing and knows you've got a good head on your shoulders, but that's about it from him.

[wonbriiize]

riize as boyfriends pt. 1

pt 2. is here

✧₊⁺ shotaro

the type of boyfriend who would wake you up with kisses

he yearns for a deep & meaningful relationship

would make you film cute dance tiktoks with him ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

he would notice when you’re feeling sad and would do his best to make you feel better

like, he would buy your favorite flowers and surprise you with them

or he would call you over to his place and surprise you with your favorite movie & snacks

it’s important to him for you guys to talk about your feelings, desires, goals etc. openly

if conflict happens, he’d rather sit down and talk it out because he goes crazy thinking about you guys being on bad terms

he is so so so supportive !! whatever you want to do, he will stand behind you, he will always have your back no matter what ♡ ̆̈

shotaro is usually very happy but when he sees that you‘re having a bad day, his mood goes down too. like, you hate the world right now? good, so does he !! you want to cry a river? well, he will cry along with you !!

✧₊⁺ eunseok

would pull up behind you and put his arm around your waist to hold you close to him

especially in social gatherings, it’s his sign to show everyone that you’re only his

he stares at you for the longest time and when you ask what’s up he just straight up says ‘i love you’ with the most serious tone ever

it makes him smile when you get shy after he does this, he just loves watching your reaction to it

the type of boyfriend who would have a pic of you in his wallet

when people would ask him ‘who‘s this’, he would softly smile and say ‘my favorite person’

likes to try out new things on your dates

for example going to places you’ve never been to, or doing fun activities that both of you haven’t tried yet

loves teasing you, in every way possible

would sneak up next to you in bed and watch you sleep with admiring eyes because he loves how peaceful you appear (*◡*♡)

✧₊⁺ sungchan

the type of boyfriend who would wake you up in the morning to go out for a walk

would make you breakfast as well

like when you’re on your period, he’d want you to rest in your bed and bring the breakfast to you (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡

honestly, he’s the type to ask ‘where’s my hug at?’

when you’d hug him, he’d wrap his arms around you so tightly that you fear he’s going to break your bones

he‘d rest his chin on your head and tease you with pushing it down

you like to scare him so sometimes when he does that, you act like he actually hurt you

he would get so concerned, step back and look at you with the most beautiful and apologetic eyes you’d ever seen

sungchan would keep saying sorry even when you tell him you were just joking, because if he’d actually hurt you, he‘d never be able to forgive himself

you‘d have to kiss him to silence him and assure him that everything is fine, and after the kiss, sungchan would have the biggest smile on his face, his eyes looking down at you with the most loving gaze ♡ ´･ᴗ･ `♡

✧₊⁺ wonbin

sends you good morning and good night messages

if he‘s out shopping and sees something that he thinks you’d like or it reminds him of you, he’d buy it right away

he‘s such a scaredy cat but he’d act so tough to look cool in front of you

like, if you guys would go to a horror escape room, he would secretly be shitting his pants everytime your attention wouldn’t be on him

but the second your eyes wander back to him, he’d act like this is the most easiest thing ever

when something creepy would happen in the escape room, he’d try to put all his fear aside and protect you

but you’re a bit better with horror stuff than him, so he actually ends up being the one who needs protection, like he’d hide behind you

also, for your birthday, he’d sing your favorite song for you while playing the guitar

everytime you wouldn’t be looking at him, he would be staring at you, telling himself how lucky he is that he gets to be with you ˃̶̤⌄˂̶̤

when the two of you watch a movie together, he enjoys resting his head on your shoulder and fiddling with your shirt as well as kissing you unexpectedly •ᴗ•♡

[pitchsidestories]

lost and found II Georgia Stanway x Reader

masterlist I word count: 2044

a/n: based off this request.

“G will love your surprise visit to the England camp.”, Keira Walsh exclaimed happily. Surprised Lucy Bronze lifted an eyebrow:” Wait a second, you really didn’t tell her about it.”

Amused by the reactions of your Barcelona teammates you answered:” Not a word, otherwise it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore, right Lucia?”

“Okay, smartass. Just wanted to know if you dropped some hints.”, the defender replied. You smiled at her in amusement: “No lo hice.”

After you realized she didn’t understand what you were saying to her, you added in a teasingly tone: “I see Ona has been lacking in her Spanish lessons with you.”

“Shut up”, the older woman groaned. Clearing her throat Keira drew back the attention to her:” Girls be quiet the other lionesses are arriving.”  

For a moment you three stopped talking and were closing your eyes enjoying the warmth of the Sun which shone down on Marbella.

You were filled with excitement as the arrival of the rest of the English players meant that you were one step closer of seeing your girlfriend which you hadn’t for quite some time due to both of your busy schedules.

“Hi Kei, missed ya.”, Georgia Stanway chirmed while hugging one of her closest friends. Equally delighted Keira greeted the Bayern Munich player:” Hi G.” “How are you?”, the younger midfielder asked.

Beaming the Barcelona footballer told her:” Great, how are you.” Proudly Georgia nodded: “I’m alright, we’re still leading in the Frauen Bundesliga-“, when your girlfriend paused taking in your sight. She gasped out loud: ”Oh my god!”  

“Oh, look at G, she’s getting all flustered!”, Chloe Kelly grinned. Giggling Alessia Russo observed: ”She’s turning all red.” “Like a little tomato.”, Ella Toone remarked laughing.

You tried to ignore their remarks and went straight to your girlfriend pulling her into a hug:”Hello, mi amor.” “What are you doing here?”, Georgia wanted to know.

A crooked smile was on your lips:” I wanted to surprise you.” “Well, you just did that.”, the midfielder muttered, while her arms were still embracing you, as she wasn’t ready to let you go yet.

In awe Alex Greenwood hummed:” Just look at Georgia. She obviously missed her little Spanish girlfriend.” “Adorable.”, Lucy playfully rolled her eyes.

The red cheeks on your girlfriend intensified because of her teammates comments so you suggested in a low voice:” Want to go somewhere more private, Georgia?”

“Yes, follow me.”, she sighed relived. Georgia really loved the English player, but she couldn’t let the chance slip away to have a quiet moment between only the two of you.

Winking Keira shouted after you both:” See you later, lovebirds.”

“Ugh, Kei.”, Georgia groaned, her cheeks turning pink. You chuckled and put a hand on your girlfriends back; “Ignore her.” “I always do.”, she smiled back at you. “Good.”

“Let‘s go.”, she continued to lead you away from her teammates. You patiently followed; “Please.” Georgia opened the door to her hotel room and let you walk in first.

You took in the plain but chic room. A large, soft looking bed occupied most of the space. With a long sigh, you let yourself fall onto it and kicked off your shoes. Your girlfriend climbed next to you on the bed, watching you attentively.

“You‘re probably asking yourself why I‘m not back with the spanish team…”, you said into the silence. Georgias eyes widened, giving away that you were right with your assumption. “I am.”, she admitted.

You nodded wearily and explained; “The changes are not enough. The former co-coach is now our head coach… Mapi and the others including me want them to do better.” “Oh.”

“Yeah.”, you replied, a silent understanding between the two of you. Your girlfriend shook her head in confusion; “I really thought things would get better after they dropped Vilda.” “Me too.”, you agreed cooly.

Carefully, Georgia pushed the hair out of your face; “I‘m sorry.” “Not your fault, Gee.” “Still. I know you‘d want to play for your country.” You shrugged casually; “It is what it is.”

Something on your girlfriends upper arm caught your attention, letting you forget the previous topic; “Wait, is this a new tattoo?” “Uhm…” “Let me take a look at it!” You grabbed her wrist and turned her arm towards you. Sighing, the midfielder gave in; “Fine.”

“Wait, is this…? Georgia, you’re insane!”, you exclaimed, staring at your own initial under your girlfriends skin. She winked at you; “Or am I a genius?”

“Guess your lionesses teammates will judge about it later.”, you laughed, still in slight disbelief. “I‘m okay with that.” “Yes, you can handle them.” “I can.”, she assured you with a grin.

Out of words for how grateful you were to have Georgia in your life, you leaned forward and kissed her passionately. She returned the kiss impatiently.

“Jesus! Glad I didn‘t come later! Time for dinner, you two.”, Keiras voice exclaimed. You drove apart immediately, staring at the midfielder who leaned in the doorframe and grimaced.

“Kei!”, Georgia shrieked. You threw a pillow in her general direction; “Get out!” She moved out of the way, the pillow hitting the wall next to her; “Come on, girls.”

After another glare from her teammate, she finally closed the door again. Georgia laughed incrediously; “Why is she like that?”

“She loves to catch us off guard I just know it!”, you fondly rolled your eyes. “I guess we have to go know.”, your girlfriend announced, still out of breath from kissing and laughing while getting up from the bed.

With a loud sigh you got up with her:” Yeah, we do.” “Come on then.”, with a cheeky grin your girlfriend took your hand pulling you into the direction of the place where her teammates were having dinner. Smiling you whispered into her ear:” I’ll follow you.”

Once you sat down with the rest of the lionesses Lucy curiously looked at the Bayern Munich player:”Gee, did you told y/n the story of your football boots, already?” “Football boots?”, you repeated puzzled.

Slightly embarrassed Georgia explained:” I had them in my big suitcase which got lost.” “Your suitcase got lost?!”, you asked her concerned.  

Enjoying the sheepishness in the voice of her best friend Keira added:” And she was too scared to tell that Sarina, so..” “So?”, you urged her to continue to speak about it.

Your girlfriend stared annoyed at the Barcelona midfielder:” It’s fine now. I got my stuff back.” “That’s good.”, you told her relieved.

Back to her confident self Georgia said: “I trained with shoes from a U23 player for the first two days.” “You did? Nice of the fellow baller.”, amused you lifted up an eyebrow.

Giggling she admitted: “She was the only one with the same size.” “Lucky girl.”, you hummed, your lips only millimetres away from brushing against eachother.

Clearing her throat Keira interrupted the kiss before it could have happened, begging:” We’re eating now, please don’t kiss again.” “Don’t be a baby, Kei.”, Georgia told the only slightly older woman, sticking her tongue out into her direction. 

You couldn’t help but to remind your teammate from Barcelona:” Laura and you are so much worse and don’t even get me started on Lucy and Ona.”  “What do I have to do with that now? I don’t care if you make out here or not?”, the defender protested.

Happily, Georgia responded:” Thanks for understanding this Lucy. Munich and Barcelona are just so far away.” “True.”, you mumbled biting your lips to hold back all the emotions coming to the surface you were feeling because of your long-distance relationship.

Frustrated Keira pointed out:  “So are Barcelona and Rome.”  “No, the distance between the two cities is less.”, your girlfriend countered.  Pouting her friend defended herself: “It’s still shitty for a relationship.” “It’s.”, Georgia admitted.

Helplessly Lucy groaned hiding the face in her hands: “Can you stop fighting about who has the worst long-distance relationship? I’m trying to eat.” “Sorry, Lucia.”, you apologized with a crooked smile. The older woman looked up to you:”I hope you’re.”

“Love, want to share a dessert?”, Georgia chirmed.  Delighted by her question you swiftly replied: “Sure.” “Perfect.”, she beamed at you.

“Disgustingly cute.”, Keira reacted with gagging noises in the background. Immediately Lucy was calling her out:” Keira!” “What? It’s true.”, she protested.

You were ignoring the two as you and your girlfriend were too focused on the dessert in front of you. With closed eyes you confirmed:” It’s delicious.” “Agreed.”, Georgia said cheerfully.

Keira watched you attentively; “Will you watch the game against Austria?“ “Of course. Can’t miss out on it.“, you replied around a mouthful of your dessert. Georgia winked at you; “You shouldn’t.“ “I’ll wear your jersey.“, you promised your girlfriend with a laugh.

She raised her eyebrows; “You’ll?“ You grinned back at her; “Yes. Why not? Can’t go with my Spanish one.“ “No, better not. I don’t think the girls would like to see that.“, Georgia shook her head. With a wink, you gave your girlfriend a sympathetic look; “Brings back sad times. I can’t do that.“

“Please don’t.“ “I won’t.“, you promised, amused. “Thanks. I’m sure we can get you a shirt.“, the midfielder thought out loud. “Thank you.“ Georgia quickly kissed you on the cheek; “You’re welcome.“

Englands friendly against Austria was about to start when a familar voice called your name.

“Stanway looks good on you.“, Leah Williamson smirked as she took the seat next to you. “Lee, hi.“, you greeted her, a big smile on your face. “Hi.“ You pointed down towards the pitch; “Gee’s a captain tonight.“

“Happy that she gets to be captain for a bit too.“, Leah replied, clearly torn between being excited for her friend and her own frustration of missing out on the camp.

Gently, you put a hand on the defenders arm; “She was so excited to play with you again.“ “Me too, trust me. But I’ll be back for the next camp. I can’t wait to wear that jersey again.“, she said, a defiant sparkle in her eyes.

“And then it’s the three best friends and Lucy again.“ Leahs mood seemed to get better at the thought; “Lucy will hate that.“ “Yes, but she secretly loves it.“, you joined her laugh. “I’m sure she does.“

When the match ended with a clear win for England, you impatiently looked at the Arsenal defender; “Want to say hi to the girls?“ “Sure.“, Leah agreed and followed you.

Georgia was flanked by her Austrian Bayern Munich teammates Sarah Zadrazil and Katharina Naschenweng when you entered the pitch.

“Your girlfriend is here too, Georgia?“, Sarah asked. With a proud nod, Georgia replied; “She’s.“ “Hello, Kathi and Sarah.“, you smiled as you approached the trio.

“Hi y/n.“, they said in unison. “Great to see you two again. Did G tell you about her new tattoo yet?“ Georgias cheeks turned pink while Kathi nodded with a grin; “Yes, she did.“

“What is it?“, Lucy joined the group, bumping her shoulder against yours. “Girls, stop it. You weren’t that excited for my other tattoos.“, your girlfriend laughed, a bit of defensiveness in her voice.

Ella Toone grabbed her arm, turning it so the new tattoo was visible. Excitedly she yelled; “Georgia Marie Stanway, the woman that you are!“

“What? Let me see!“, Alessia Russo pushed her best friend aside to have a look as well. Georgias face turned even more red; “It’s just the first letter of her name.“

“That’s so romantic.“, Alessia cooed. Keira rolled her eyes; “No, it’s stupid.“ “Shut up, Kei!“, you and your girlfriend called at the same time.

Leah pulled your Barcelona teammate in a hug; “Come here, Kei.“ “G, Lucy and y/n need to join too.“, she demanded, her cheek against Leahs shoulder.

Sighing, you wrapped your arms around the two of them; “Come here, you big baby.“ Georgia immediately followed suit and joined the group hug. “

Ugh, not a hug.“, Lucy grimaced disgusted. Leah gave her an unimpressed look; “Don’t be a bitch, Lucy.“

“It’s okay, that’s just how she is.“, your girlfriend laughed, grabbing Lucys arm and pulling her into the direction of the growing group of football players.

Reluctantly, she finally gave in. You smiled to yourself. There was no place you would rather be right now.

[rafesslxt]

Showerhead 2 | mattheo riddle

pt. 2 — you can find pt. 1 here

summary: after you and mattheo had some fun in the shower, you two can‘t stop thinking about each other and that night. But who gives in first to sin again after a little jealousy?

words: 5,1k

warnings: heavy dirty talk again, cursing, making out, dry humping, teasing, controlling, praising, bj, unprotected p in v, shower, swallowing, legilimency (mind reading),

note: you don‘t have to read part 1 for this part but have fun if you want to

— in the great hall —

After that night in the shower 2 weeks ago, I couldn‘t stop thinking about it. I dreamed about it in my sleep, daydreamed about it in class and lunch while Hermione talked about some book we needed to read to understand everything in potions.

I hated it but everytime we crossed paths, he winked at me and I couldn't help myself but start blushing. As soon as I saw his face, I saw it between my legs.

"Y/n? Are you even listening?" Hermione says and shakes me a litte at my shoulder. "What? Yeah yeah of course, I'm gonna read it." They all look at each other before their eyes are on me again. "We were actually talking about how Cormac seems to have quite interest in you." Harry then continues.

I start laughing loud, looking at them as If each of them has 3 heads." What the hell are you talking about?" "Told ya she's not listening.." Ron says, raising his eyebrows as he bites into his toast.

"I thought he‘s interested in Hermione?" I ask as my laughter calms down a bit. "Harry heard him talking about how he would - well.. do certain things to you." My amused face turns into a disgusting one as I hear what Ron says.

"Yeah and guess who‘s got an invention to Slughorn‘s dinner?" Hermione says with raised eyebrows.

Ron looks at her shoked. "What?? That prick got one and I didn‘t?"

"Oh god no.." a few days ago Harry, Hermione and myself got an invention to tonights Slughorn‘s dinner for his favorite students. ".. but wait, how do you know who‘s coming?" I ask her. "I just asked him after the last lesson of potions. It‘s Neville, Ginny, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, Corma –" "Mattheo Riddle?" I ask her shocked, looking at her with wide eyes.

I would see him again? Like.. this close and with people around us? My mind is racing as Hermione answers. "Yeah well, you know he‘s really smart and good in potions." "And he has an interest in special students and Mattheo is.. well – special." Harry comments.

Ron snorts and talks with a full mouth. "Mh yeaw hiff fatha was "speschal".

Hermione rolls his eyes at his full mouth and looks at me again. "Why are you so suprised by his name?" she asks me a little suspicious. " oh uh- just suprised, i always thought Mattheo is uh - not interested in things like that."

"Why would chou think about wat Mattheo is-" "Ron just eat and shut up!" I snap at him making the other two widen their eyes a bit.

I collect my things and stand up from the table. "I‘m gonna go to.. god i don‘t know I‘m gonna go." I say, walking off before they can answer. Because it‘s the weekend I luckily don‘t have classes today. I don‘t think I could concentrate in one of them after the information I just got. God why him? Why me? Maybe I can say I feel sick.. no he would know. I can‘t back down.

I walk down a hall, not thinking where I am going and suddenly crash into something hard but not as hard as a wall. My book and writing stuff falls to the ground and I look up, staring right into the face of Mattheo.

My brain went blank in this monent. "What princess? Aren‘t you happy to see me?" he grins down at me before he gets down and picks up my stuff. "Hm I remember a similar moment, same position." He smiles even more when he sees my red cheeks and not talking mouth. As he gives me my stuff he presses his mouth to my ear and whispers "I‘m looking forward to tonight" And with that, he‘s gone.

I‘m so fucked.

— at the evening —

" Do you know what you‘re wearing?" I ask Hermione while I put on some makeup. I hear her sigh and she goes "yeah I have this one dress I really like. What about you?" I shake my head as I search for my lipliner. " Not really, but I have enough dresses so I‘ll find something." Hermione laughs at my comment as she pulls out her dress and changes into it.

After I‘m done with my makeup and hair, I walk over to my closet, looking for a nice dress.

"What about this one? It would fit perfectly for the occasion." She says as she pulls out a dress of mine. It is long and black, with cute little arms on it. "It‘s pretty but I want something.. else." As i go trough my clothes I think about Mattheo again and what would impress him. God I need to stop it.

"Well what are you looking for?" "Hmm something likeee.. this." It‘s perfect. It‘s short but not too short, i know it sits beautifully on me and.. it‘s green.

(imagine something like this but in some green tone and longer so it‘s more school approved)

Hermione raises her eyebrows and looks at me. "Are you sure? Isn‘t it a little too.. party?" I love her for how she always chose her words wisely and with a knowledge for not hurting and judging people. I know what she meant but she would never think about judging me. Even when I put my clothes on she wouldn‘t pick, she makes me feel great in them.

"Yeah, I‘m sure." I smile, putting it on. When I look into the mirror I smile even more, thinking about how Mattheo will react seeing me in it.

As the time comes we take our purses and walk outside our dorms, meeting Harry and Ron in the common room. "You both look great." Harry tells us like the gentlemen he is but Ron just scans me like a little hater and looks at me. "Isn‘t that a little too flashy?" "Ron!" Hermione hits him on the shoulder.

"Don‘t be mad at what you can‘t have Ronald." I say grinning and winking at him before I link my arm into Harry‘s with Hermione doing the same on his right side.

We walked through Hogwarts, towards the dinner and the closer we got the more my heart started beating as If I‘m running a marathon.

I open the door in front of us after taking one last deep breath and walk inside with my two friends.

Everyone was already there, seated perfectly. "Oh hello you three! I‘m so glad you made it. Please choose a seat and get comfortable." Professor Slughorn greets us. I always liked him, even tho many say he‘s a little weird sometimes but I think thats exactly what I do like about him.

As I walk towards an empty seat, I scan the table, looking at Mattheo when I found him but his eyes were already on my dress.

Quickly I look away, seeing that Cormacs eyes were on me too which made me gag a little.

But god Mattheo looks so good. He wears a simple white shirt with a black tie and black slacks. Damn what I would give to ride his thigh in these – "Y/n you‘re staring." Hermione whispers into my ear, making me realise i stared right at Mattheo, but to my suprise he‘s still looking, not breaking eye contact for a second.

I gulp and look away, feeling my cheeks getting warm. God I hate it so much what kind of affect he has on me. I can‘t be the only one..

Wait. I‘m a woman. I can definitely tease him and make him feel the same.

The dinner goes on, nothing special besides Ginny who came in crying. Definitely have to ask her with Hermione about that later in detail.

As desert comes I look around the table, meeting Cormacs eyes. He licks of some ice cream from his fingers and wiggles his eybrows at me. Oh god I think I‘m gonna throw up.

As soon as I can I look away to Mattheo who was giving Cormac one of his death stares. Interesting.

I don‘t really know why i think it‘s a good idea but i do think it is. So I lean back a little, presenting the low cut at the front of my chest. I see Mattheo‘s eyes flicker to my chest and so do Cormac‘s but Mattheo‘s eyes switch back really fast to Cormac and give him a second glare. Really interesting.

I smile triumphal and lean a bit forwards again, pressing my boobs together this time. Instantly I get a headache but a really intense one. I hiss in pain which makes Harry look at me worried. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I just got an really bad headache.“ i whisper back, wondering what it caused.

Soon the dinner was over and everyone thanked Slughorn for the invitation. "I‘ll stay and try to figure out what that missing memory of Slughorn‘s is." Harry whispers to us before staying behind.

My headache got a bit better but It still didn‘t go away. As we walked trough the door I said to Hermione and Ginny "You guys go to the common room, I‘ll follow. I just wanna get some advil from Miss Pomfrey.“ They nod and tell me that they will go into Ginny‘s room to talk more privately.

It‘s already late and a bit after curfew but Professor Slughorn told us he made sure we would get in no trouble If someone sees us.

I rub my head slighty, trying to ease the pain on my way but nothing helped.

Then, out if nowhere a hand slaps over my mouth and a arm wraps around me, pressing me against a body. I scream into the hand, trying to get myself free until I see who the hand and arm belongs to.

"You didn‘t think I would let you go off that easily in that little dress of yours huh?“ Mattheo breathes against my face as it was only a few inches away from mine.

He slowly takes his hand away from my mouth, letting me speak. "What do you mean?" I ask and try the innocent act but he doesn‘t buy it.

"Oh princess, princess, princess. You can‘t fool me. I know that you wore this excuse of an dress for me. Fuck and also in my house color's? That‘s no fucking coincidence."

I gulp at his words and the fact that he knows who I wore it for. There‘s not even a single chance for me to lie. "And what If I did wore it for someone else?" Only one way and that‘s to push his last buttons. Oh how I wanted to push that buttons until –

"Someone else, yeah? Then who was it for?" "Cormac." As soon as his name left my mouth I regretted it. I see his jaw clenching and his grin fading. "Cormac yeah? So you didn‘t thought about me the whole dinner?" I slowly shake my head no, not daring to move now.

"So you‘re wet for him right now? Not me?" "What? I‘m not–" but as soon as I move my legs I feel it too. Shit. When I only look up at him his grin comes back.

"Yeah that‘s what I thought.. so why don‘t we skip this bullshit and you come with me?" Before I can even answer him, he takes my hand and pulls me trough the corridors, towards the Slytherin common room. " Mattheo I can't-" "Shut up." he hisses and whispers something under his breath so the doors to his common room would open.

"Can't fucking believe you pulled such a show in front of that stupid dick." he growled quietly before we reach his dorm. I start smiling as I see he's getting mad at the fact that Cormac saw me in that dress. "T'fuck you smiling about huh?"

As we enter his room I notice that there is only one bed which makes me wonder. "Don't you have a roommate?" "No, I have my own room." I scoff at his answer and look around his room. It has a big bed beside the window of the room and a little nightstand beside it. On the other side of the room is a big couch and a armchair.

But before I could think about it any further, he pulls me into his lap, face towards his, after he sat down on the armchair. "You know, you could have just told me If you missed me princess. Didn't need to dress all up for me." He puts his hands on my hips, grabbing them tightly.

I roll my eyes at him and act as If I didn't already enjoy his touch. "Didn't miss you." I say, looking away from him. He chuckles and pulls my face back to his with his fingers on my chin. "Are you sure?" I only nod and look into his brown eyes. They look so dark without any light in the room, that they send even more shivers down my spine than usual.

"Is your head better? Still in any pain?" he asks me grinning. "Yeah they-" wait. I never told him about my headache. Or could he hear when I told Hermione and Ginny? Or when Harry asked me at dinner?

His hands slowly wander down to my tights were my dress slowly rose up and placed them there, squeezing my flesh lightly. I felt his breath on my neck, giving me goosebumps. "It's gotten better, right?" he asks again. His lips ghosted over my skin, making me bite my lip.

"How do you know?" I ask him in a whisper. "I know everything that goes through your pretty little mind baby."

I tried to figure out what he meant by that but I couldn't concentrate with his hands on my skin and his lips almost against my neck. I need him so much.

"What baby, can't concentrate? Too much for you already?" he coos and finally kisses my neck, nibbling on the skin between his lips.

I can't believe how easy he gets under my skin with his kisses and whispers, not even doing anything. " I know you dreamed about me these last two weeks, thought about me at every chance you got. In class, in the shower, wishing it was me who touched you." he groaned against my throat.

My eyebrows squeeze together at his words. " How would you know that?" "Did you never wonder why your head always hurted at the same times?" I gasp and pull my neck away from him. " Are you reading my mind?" my eyes go wide as he just smiles at me sheepishly. Oh my god, no. This can't be. He's not allowed to know all these private thoughts.

"You don't know how hard it was for me to stay away and wait until you would come back to me but you little minx didn't and after tonight.. I couldn't just let you slip away from me again."

"Y-you can't do that Mattheo. That's not allowed. These are my thoughts." "I know baby but I couldn't help myself after that night in the shower. You were like a dream coming true so submissive and responsive to me. Fuck I'm already getting hard just thinking about it. But you understand I didn't have a chance, right? I couldn't risk you thinking about someone else then me."

He slowly pulled my dress up, exposing my tights and underwear. "God are you for real? Did you plan this?" he groans as he sees my matching set, a dark green lingerie set.

He pulls me closer to him, looking deep into my eyes.

"Ride my thigh." he commands and puts his hands back on my hips. "What?" I ask, looking at him dumbfounded. " It's my thigh or nothing. I'm not helping you getting off this time." I look at him with my mouth hanging open in shock. How could he be so cruel?

"C'mon, ride it baby I know you thought about it at dinner." My cheeks got red as he mentioned that. He dips his head towards my neck again and starts covering it in wet kisses. "Don't test my patience, love." he whispers and tightens his grip on my hips, moving them slowly. I gasp at the sudden friction.

"Feels good, right?" I only nod, closing my eyes as I start to move my hips in circles against his thigh. I feel so dirty doing this but at the same time it feels so good to finally get the friction I needed the last weeks again.

I feel my clit rubbing against my underwear, making me whimper and move my hips faster. "Fuck, look at you. I thought you were desperate back in the shower but now you're just getting yourself off on my thigh like a dirty little whore." I moaned at his words combined with his kisses on my skin. His lips went lower, first towards my collarbones, then further down to my chest.

I feel one hand of him wander to my underwear and pushing it to the side so my bare pussy rubbed against the material of his pants. I whine at the feeling, my hands grabbing his broad shoulders. " Oh my god. I'm so close Mattheo." He laughs wickedly against my chest, pushing down my dress so it hangs at the middle of my body. His mouth wanders to my bra, unclasping it with one hand behind my back.

"You're so beautiful baby, never ever am I waiting two weeks again for that." he growls and starts massaging my boobs and playing with my sensitive nipples.

I arch my back, shivers run down my spine at his touch. The grinding get's more and more intense. "Feel this?" he asks as he takes my hand and puts it on his bulge. "It's just for you." I bite my lip and look down at my hand. It looks so painful that I start massaging it through his pants. He bucks his hips up into my touch, his breathing getting heavier.

While still riding his thigh, I open his pants and push them down together with his boxershorts. His already fully hard cock slaps against his stomach before I take him into my hand. I spread the pre-cum over his tip with my thumb and start moving my hand up and down. "Shit princess.." he hisses, thrusting his hips up into my hand.

"I'm so close Mattheo.." I whine as I almost start rutting my hips against him. "Come on my leg baby, do it." he groans, lips apart.

I let go of his cock for a moment to dig my nails into his shoulders for support as I press my throbbing clit harder against him. He takes his cock into his hand and jerks himself off as he watches me panting and moaning.

With a deep twisting feeling in my stomach I come all over his thigh, riding out my orgasm.

"So good for me, look at how much you came." he says and I look down at his pants, a big wet spot on them now. My legs still shake from my high and I look up at him again.

Mattheo's POV:

Fuck. I don't know what it is but I have a feeling that this girl is going to be the death of me. With hooded eyes she looks up at me and almost get's me to cum in my own hand just from her eyes looking into mine. She had such a chokehold on me, but I will never admit that to her.

I smile down at her before I speak "already fucked out again and I didn't even touched you." The same thing I told her two weeks ago after I've eaten her pussy and she came after 3 minutes.

"Fuck off." she mumbles and falls slightly against my chest. "As much as I enjoy this closeness baby.." I start, nodding towards my rock hard cock, laying against my stomach.

I push a strand of hair behind her ear and whisper into it. " Suck on it." Her eyes go wide and she looks down on me with those innocent eyes again. " Don't tell me you never sucked cock with those pretty lips." I say, looking at her plump lips, almost begging to be fucked.

She rolls her eyes at me again, making me want to choke her until she stops. " I have." Her answer makes my clench my jaw, wishing she would've just said she didn't.

I pushed her down in front of my legs. I grab a pillow from the couch beside us and put it under her knees, making her grin. " Don't tell me you suddenly care for me Matty?" Now I am the one who rolls his eyes.

I grab her pretty hair into a ponytail and push her towards my cock. She takes it into her hand and starts to lick off the pre-cum from my tip. A moment later she starts sucking on my tip, making me smile. I have a feeling this is going to be good.

I hiss as her wet lips and warm mouth take more of my cock into her mouth. I close my eyes and let my head hang backwards. " Come on y/n, show me what you got."

Suddenly she takes me all the way down her throat, my eyes almost bulging out of my head and my mouth falling open. "Oh fuck, yeah!" I groan, gritting my teeth together. I swear I could feel her smile around me.

She bobs her head up and down in a fast pace, making me moan and groan like a little bitch. Fuck, what is it with this girl?

I feel my tip hitting the back of her throat. " Oh Shit." I lift my head up to look down at her. Her eyes are teary and her hands support herself on my tights. I start grinning, wishing I could take a picture of her pretty mouth around me.

Her throat clenches around me so delicious I almost came. "Hmm baby, you know how to suck cock. Gonna give you that." I pant.

One of her hands go down to my balls, massaging them. " Oh - " I throw my head back again, feeling something in my lower stomach. My hips buck up and I hear her gag, only getting me closer to my high. "M' gonna cum down your throat and you'll swallow it, yeah?" I ask her, breathing heavy. It doesn't take me long to cum and fill her mouth. "Fuckkk.." I groan, pushing her down even harder so her nose touches my stomach.

"Swallow it. All of it." I slowly let go of her, but seeing her cough a little only fuels my desire. She opens her mouth after she swallows and shows me that she swallowed every single drop.

"That's a good girl. Now come on.. let's take a shower." I say grinning at her and helping her back up. "Mattheo I don't know If I can walk so far." she sighs as she stands on her still shaky legs.

I kiss the top of her head, something I never do but just feels right with her. " You don't have to. I have my own shower." I pick her up bridal style and carry her towards my bathroom."

Y/n's POV:

As he picks me up to carry me, I feel a few butterfly's in my stomach but I try to suppress them.

He let's me down when we stand under his shower. His clothes hit the floor. "Hot or cold?" he ask, putting his hand on the tap. "Hot." I say and watch his back. Last time I didn't noticed but he has big scars all over his back, some even on his chest. He must see my face cause he asks me "What's wrong?" I shake my head and try to smile.

"Nothing." I see it in his eyes that he doesn't buy my lie but doesn't push me either. As the warm water hits my skin, I sigh in relief. I let my hair get wet and wash off the makeup I had on. While I did so, Mattheo stands right behind me, his hands on my hips, scanning my face.

I open my eyes and see him looking. " What?" I ask grinning. " You're beautiful." I roll my eyes and look away again, trying to hide my blush. "You don't have to try to get into my pants. You already are." He turns me around and holds my face. " Hey.. I really mean it. And not just your body. Your face is prettier than the ones of angels." My eyes widen at his words, not expecting that kind of words from him.

He clears his throat and looks away for a moment himself. That's when I grab his face in both my hands and crash my lips into his. The kiss is hungry, more passionate and different than the last times. More tender.

One of his hands slide up and down my back, while the other lays on my hip. "You make me crazy, princess." he admits, mumbling against my lips. I smile into the kiss. "Don't go soft Mattheo." I say, teasing him.

He starts kissing my neck, but less soft and more aggressively now. "Remember who's in charge here baby. I would choose your words wisely." He lifts me up so I wrap my legs around his waist. "This time I wanna see your face when I fuck you."

He takes his cock into his hand and positions it at my entrance, teasing me with it. „Mattheo come on, fuck me.." i huff out frustrated. "Beg for it, wanna hear you beg again like the last time I fucked you." I roll my eyes at his ego, but still do as he tells me to. "Please, I'm already begging you to fuck me."

Ge grins down at me and slowly pushes inside me, holding eye contact the whole time. His lips part and his eyes get lazy. "Fuck, you feel just as good as the first time I fucked you stupid."

I want to bite back but only bite my lip as he starts thrusting in a fast and hard pace. "What was that? I'm going soft princess?" His grip on my hips gets tighter and he starts kissing my neck up and down. " N-no you're not.." I whimper, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back against the wall.

What was is that he had me under his control so much? Not even a single brain cell told me to not do as he says. I can't with this boy..

His lips work their way up to my ear and he whispers "I'm a man baby, a boy wouldn't fuck you like I do. " Goosebumps erupt over my body and again he's right. " Stop messing around in my head." I growl lightly, supressing a moan in my throat. "You're all mine. I don't give a shit about how you see that, cause I know your body screams for mine every night. And it will never get someone else's. Do you understand?"

He stops kissing my neck and looks at me while thrusting his hips against mine. A shiver run down my spine as I looked into his eyes, but this time not a good one. It was ice cold. I never saw him looking tat serious and cold. Possesive. "Do. You. Under. Stand." he asks me again, deep and hard thrust for every word.

"God yes, Mattheo. I understand!" I cry out as his fingers find their way towards my clit, rubbing it in circles. My nails leave marks all over his back, drawing a little blood.

He starts hissing but laughing at the same time at the pain. He's gonna be the death of me. "No, you're gonna be mine, princess. Do that again with your nails, turns me on." As I don't, he mumbles a quite "okay" and presses me harder against the shower wall, fucking me even deeper and more brutal. My nails find their way back inside his skin and I'm sure If we had been o the bed It would be broken by now.

"When are you gonna learn to not be a little brat, huh?" he asks, a smirk on his face. "I own you now, baby." I let out half a snort half a chuckle. " Do I own you then too?" I ask sarcastically. " You own every inch of me."

My face falls a little at his answer, not expecting it. Did he mean that?But as soon as my thoughts started, I forgot them as he starts to rub my clit even harder, but in a steady rhythm.

"Oh yeah look at that in pleasure twisting face, that's fucking it." he groans, his thrust becoming more erratic. One hand leaves my hip and wraps itself around my throat, squeezing it with the perfect amount of pressure. A broken scream leaves my lips with my eyes rolling back.

"Yeah scream so loud Cormac hears who‘s name you‘re moaning tonight." I press my lips together but he squeezes my throat tighter. My walls clench around him, making him lose his control, eyes rolling back a bit with a smile to it. "I love that pussy so much fuck.I bet he can't fuck you like I can, huh?"

This time my answer comes in a instant. " No- no he can't. I'm so close Mattheo, please." I moan as I feel this deep twisting feeling in my stomach. His lips meet mine, to my surprise. Unlike how he fucks, he kisses me soft and passionate. "Come around me baby.Please fucking come around me." he groans almost desperate.

And just like that I let go and let the feeling of my orgasm overflow me. "Hm shit.. can I come inside you baby?" Mattheo pants against my lips while he looks down between us. I just nod quickly, feeling him coming inside me a few seconds later. "Shit.." a whimper leaves his lips as he fills me up.

My stomach twists again at the sound so I look at him and scan his face for a moment. I think that's the hottest sound my ears ever came across. He looks fucked out too, his eyes heavy.

He slowly pulls out but still holds me. "You make me so addicted." he confesses to me, looking between my eyes and lips. I had to. " So you're going soft now again?" I tease him, out of breath.

He chuckles lowly which ends with me bent over every single surface in his room.

I don't know how long I can survive in that.

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coukd you please write about jake with a corruption kink? I just can't stop thinking about it

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, corruption of reader, mentions of CHEATING, dealer!Jake, virgin!reader, reader is a goody two shoes, mentions of weed and other drugs, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, rough actions, praise and degradation, hair pulling, use of restraints, choking, biting, scratching, filth - please read with care my lovelies 🖤

This one shot will contain reader cheating with Jake - I do NOT condone cheating in anyway shape or form. this is strictly for the thrill of fanfiction.

Word Count: 4.2k | unedited

You‘re a good girl.

Always staying to yourself and doing the right thing. Getting up early for work everyday, and never calling off. Smiling at strangers and always stopping to smell the roses.

You weren’t compulsive in anyway, you carefully thought over every single decision you have ever needed to make.

You’ve never been drunk, or high, or even stayed around long enough to smell the second hand smoke from a cigarette.

You’re an angel, a rare commodity to most.

You were a good girl.

That was until he requested your presence.

——

You could feel the vibration of the loud music in your chest, it was enough to almost send you into a panic, but you reminded yourself that you needed to make sure Sidney was going to make it home okay.

“Come on!” She yells, clearly drunk, as she stumbles up to you, “Dance with me, please!”

She interlocks her arm with yours, pulling you towards the dance floor. You scoff as your untouched drink spills, coating your hand, “Sid. C’mon, I-“

“You girls looking to have a good time after this?”

You look up at the man behind you and shake your head, “No, thank you.” You look back at Sid who is having the time of her life just jumping up and down, swaying to the music.

“Come on, pretty girl. You look like you haven’t even touched your drink. Do you need a new one?”

“I said no. Please, leave us alone.” You shake your head, pulling Sidney through the crowd, “You’re too drunk, Sid. I think we need to go home.”

“You’re not drunk enough.” She argues and you nod, “I’m even drunk a little bit.”

“Did you even drink?”

“No. Because one of us needs to have a clear mind.” You look around, “This place is getting pretty full. We should get out of here before the cops get called.”

“Fuck the cops. Do you know whose party we’re at?” She laughs, “Jake. Fucking. Webber’s party, y/n.” She slurs, “Do you know how rare it is to get invited to one of these?”

She knocks back the rest of her drink and pouts, “I need more.”

“No.” You go to grab her cup but she steps back, bumping into someone standing behind her. You were too focused on getting you and her out of there, you didn’t notice someone standing behind her, “Whoa, you alright there, sweetheart?”

You look up at the dark haired man and Sidney giggles, “Hi Johnnie.”

He raises his brows, smirking as he chuckles, “Hello.” He flicks his hair out of his eyes and looks at you, “I need you to come with me.”

You look around before pointing to yourself as you look back up at Johnnie, “Me?”

“I’m looking at you, aren’t I?”

You’re taken aback by his attitude, “Um. Where?”

“Upstairs.”

You shake your head, “There’s no way I’m going upstairs with you.”

“It’s not for me, Jake wants to talk to you.”

Sidney’s eyes grow wide and her mouth drops as she looks at you, “Y/n. Go.”

“No. I don’t know him, I don’t know what he’s capable of.” You cross your arms, “No thank you.”

Sidney looks to Johnnie, giving him a smile, “I’ll be right back.” She steps over to you, pushing you back, “Jake wants to talk to you.”

“I don’t even know who Jake is.” You fight, “From what I’m seeing, he isn’t a good person.” Sidney rolls her eyes, “If Jake wants to see you, it’s nothing bad, y/n.”

“You’re drunk. You don’t even know what you’re saying, and I’m leaving, so are you coming with me?”

She shakes her head, acting almost toddlerish as she crosses her arms, “Not until you talk to Jake.”

“If I talk to Jake, see what he wants, we can go home?” You raise your brows and she nods once, “I promise.”

You look from her to Johnnie, staring at him for a few seconds before you sigh, looking back to your friend, “Fine. But if anything happens, I’m going to the police.”

“No need for that shit, okay?” Johnnie cuts in, “I’ll make sure Sidney here, is taken care of.”

You squint, “If you touch her in any way, I’ll be sure to come after you next.”

He raises his hands and Sidney rolls her eyes, “You’re literally no fun, why did you even come?” You shrug, “I thought it was to make sure you were okay, but I’m starting to think that neither one of us should be here.”

“Don’t you have someone to go see?” She looks at you and you roll your eyes as you look away, “Yeah, if it’ll get us out of here faster, I guess I do.”

——

You come to a stop as you climb the last stair.

Your heart was racing, you didn’t want to be here. This was far from what you told Wyatt it was going to be, you felt like such a liar.

The longer you stayed the more you felt guilty and started hating yourself.

You didn’t belong here.

Your mind was racing as you walked up to the door that Johnnie told you to go to. You reached out, a shakey hand knocking on the solid wood.

“Come in.”

You took a deep breath before pushing the handle down and pushing it open, “Um, h-hi.” You step through the doorway, “Johnnie sent me up. I’m y/n.”

“Close the door.” Jake says as he sits up. You comply, scared of what the consequences would be for not listening to him.

“Turn around, I want to look at you.”

Your legs were shaking where you stood, slowly turning around so Jake can do what he said. You watch as his eyes rake up and down your body.

“You really are as innocent as they say you are.” He stands up, walking over to stop inches away from you, “What is someone like you.. doing at a place like this?”

“M-my friend..” you clear your throat, “um. My friend got invited and I was her.. plus one.”

The feeling of his eyes burning holds through your body is enough to make you squirm.

“Relax, okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” He chuckles, reaching out to drag his knuckles down your bare arm, “Not unless you wanted me to.”

You freeze at his words, as you were unsure of what he actually meant.

“Tell me about yourself, y/n. You can sit if that will make you more comfortable.” He motions to the chair and then his bed, “Wherever you’d like, darling.”

“I’m just.. looking to get back to my friend so we can leave.” You point to the door with your thumb and Jake laughs, “Johnnie’s got her. Shes in good hands. I wouldn’t allow that if I didn’t trust him.”

You chew on your cheek, staring at the ground.

“Y/n.” Jake says quietly, “Have you ever smoked weed?”

You shake your head, “Never had any reason to.”

“Never had any reason to.” He repeats, “Well, y/n. What if I told you..” he walks over, grabbing a joint from the tray on the right side of his bed, “That you never really need a reason to do, anything?”

You laugh, “I mean, if that’s what you want to do. I’m just trying to figure out wh-“

“Come here.”

You shake your head slightly, “No.”

“As I said before, darling. I’m not going to hurt you, unless you want me to.” Jake stares at you, and his stare, along with his voice, how he looks, it’s giving you a feeling that you never had before.

You were sure if you liked it.

You felt wrong for being alone in a room with this man, someone who is totally opposite of Wyatt.

“I have a boyfriend.” You sigh, “Who won’t be happy that I’m alone in a room with you.”

“We’re not doing anything wrong.” Jake chuckles as he lights the joint, “I just needed to see this once in a lifetime sight for myself.”

You raise your brows as you ignore his words, pointing to the smoking object in his hand, “Um, that’s not really ethical.”

“Not really ethical.” Jake rolls his eyes, “You clearly don’t know what you’re talking about.” He walks over, reaching down to take your hand into his and you rip your hand away, “I can walk myself.”

“Whoa-ho-ho. Did I strike a nerve on little miss perfect?”

“You know nothing about me.” You sit down on the bed, looking up at Jake and he shrugs, “I know enough, y/n.”

You tilt your head, standing up, “Can I go now?”

“Gotta make a call to your perfect little boyfriend? Tell him that I tried pressuring you into smoking a joint with me?” He walks past you and you turn your body, “Excuse me?”

“Wyatt, right? You guys have been together since.. what? Two years after you graduated?”

“So?” You shrug, “what’s that have to do with anything?”

“Has he hit yet?” Jake sits on the bed, his back against the headboard as his legs extend down, “Word on the street is you’re a virgin. That’s what makes you so rare.”

You scoff, “Is that why I’m here? Because you want my virginity?”

Jake leans forward, blowing out the smoke, “Oh no, baby. I want a lot more than that.”

“I’m leaving.” You turn and right as you open the door, Jake reaches up from behind you and pushes it closed.

Your breathing grows more rapid the harder his chest presses against your back. His hand reminds on the door, his arm by your head as he whispers, “You’re beautiful, and so.. pure.”

You swallow, eyes closing as his forehead lays on the back of your head, “You’re the literal definition of an angel, baby. I just..” He pushes his hips forward and you gasp as you feel his cock grow harder against your ass.

“You’re a fantasy that only someone like me could dream of having as a reality.”

You wanted to leave. You wanted to get out. You knew you shouldn’t stay, but a part of you really didn’t want to go.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” Jake’s question causes you to straight up and you shake your head, giving him a very low, almost inaudible, “No.”

“You’ve never once thought about what it was like to be touched there? Even just with your own hand..” Jake’s hand slides down your side and over your hip, “Or even someone else’s hand?”

You hold your breath as you feel your dress drag up your thighs.

“Have you ever thought about what it would feel like?” Jake moves his arm from the door and brings his hand back to move your hair from your neck, “Has Wyatt tried to touch you?” He chuckles, “Probably doesn’t know what to do with a girl like you.”

“A girl like me?” You turn your head and Jake leans forward so he can look at your face, “Oh yeah, baby. He probably doesn’t know that you have deep, dark fantasies entrapped inside of you.”

“I don’t.” You shake your head and Jake’s hand moves down your pelvis a bit more, “That’s because you need someone like me to help you bring them out.”

“There’s a first time for everything, darling.” He leans in, pressing gentle kisses up your neck before he takes a deep inhale, “You smell so good, baby.” He groans as he grinds his hips into your ass, “Fuck, I need you.”

You’ve never been needed before, so the thought enticed you, but it also made you feel sick to your stomach, “Jake. I need to go.”

“Just kiss me.”

“W-what?” You let out a shakey breath, “I ca- I can’t do that.”

“Why?” He whispers lowly, “No one is here to rat you out. According to Johnnie, your little friend isn’t going to remember where you went for a while.”

“Wyatt is probably calling me. Wondering where I’m at.” You swallow, “I can’t be here.”

“Wyatt this, Wyatt that. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone who won’t even touch you?”

“It’s not like that at all.” You argue and he steps back, pulling you with him, “Just smoke one joint with me, darling. I want you to feel what you’re missing out on.”

“And then I can go?” You turn to look at him and he shrugs, “I’ll leave that up to you.”

He walks over, sitting down on the bed to light up another, “C’mere.” He takes a drag, holding the smoke in as he turns to you, “Over here.” He motions to the spot right next to him on the bed and you sigh before crawling over.

He extends his arm around you bringing the joint to your lips, “Just wrap your lips around it and inhale.”

You do as he says, closing your eyes and bringing your hand up to lay on his when you feel the burn in your throat.

He takes his hand away, watching you as you try not to cough, “It’s okay if you cough. That happens.” He brushes hair from your face and grabs the joint to bring to his lips.

You tilt your head back, coughing loudly. You bring a hand to your chest, taking in as deep of a breath as you can before coughing some more.

You open your eyes, vision blurry from the tears they formed and you feel like you’re spinning, “J-Jake..” you look over at him and he brings the joint to your lips again, “One more.”

You shake your head, trying to fight it but you quickly give in, leaning forward to take another hit.

“Hold it.” Jake says lowly, “Doing so good.”

The praise surprisingly thrills you, so you exhale and stop him from pulling the joint away so you can take another hit.

Jake watches you in awe, his ego skyrocketing as he watches your good girl imagine start to crumble before him.

“That’s it. How do you feel?” Jake whispers, his hand brushing over your hair.

“I really hate to admit it, but this..” you look over at Jake, “This is really nice.” You lick your lips, “Now can I go?”

He chuckles, taking a drag. You go to move away from him, but he grabs your arm, “Mm.” He leans in after putting the joint out, “inhale.”

His lips brush yours as he blows the smoke out into your mouth. You inhale, closing your eyes before you close the space, connecting your lips with his fully and he instantly moves to put his body over yours.

He kisses down your neck as you exhale, gasping out as he grinds his cock into your thinly closed pussy.

“Beg for me.” Jake whispers as he kisses back up your neck, “Beg me to touch you.”

You’ve fallen into his trap, only leaving you to wonder later how it is you got here.

“T-touch me.” You gulp, “P-please.”

He chuckles at your nervousness, “Just relax baby.” His hands slide down your body as he sits up. His hands push your dress up your thighs, “A little loss of innocence isn’t a bad thing.”

He leans down, kissing up your thigh from your knee, “Do you know anything about sex?”

“I know enough, also that I can get pregnant by it.”

He laughs at your response, “Are you on birth control?”

You shake your head and he sighs, “That’s right, I assume you were waiting until marriage.” He scoffs, “But there’s no fun in that, right?”

You stay silent, your heart racing faster the closer he gets to your undefiled center, “Jake.”

“Shh, baby. Just relax, okay? Let me take care of you.” He leans down as he slides his hand up to hook his fingers in the band of your panties, “All you gotta do is say no and I’ll stop.”

You remain silent yet still, giving him all the answer he needed.

He leans back, pulling your panties with him. He drags them down your legs and you immediately squeeze your thighs together.

“Don’t.” Jake lays his hands on your knees, prying your legs open, “You’re beautiful, okay?” He leans down, pecking each knee before he pushes them open fully.

“Perfect little pussy.” He mumbles to himself as he slides down onto his stomach. His hands slide under your thighs, hooking his arms over them to spread open your folds, “Fuckin’ Christ.”

Your head falls back and you gasp out as you feel his tongue drag up and down your slit. He groans out against you, earning another gasp from you as pleasure radiates from where his tongue meets your pussy.

Jake lifts his head, “You can touch me, too.”

“We shouldn’t be do-“ you gasp, moaning out at the pleasure returning as his lips wrap around your clit. Your hand slowly moves up and slides down to his hair.

He groans lowly as you pull, arching your back in response to the sensation, “J-Jake. I-“

His tongue slips into you and his grip tightens on your hips. Between being high and your brain growing fuzzy from Jake’s added touch, you felt like you were spiraling.

You’ve never had an orgasm before, you didn’t know what to expect, but once that first one rolls through and has you moaning out and practically begging for more, you belonged to Jake now.

He kisses up your body, pushing up your dress as he makes his way to your lips. You furrow your brows and turn your head but Jake pushes your head back over by your jaw, “You taste amazing, darling. You’ll get use to it. Was that your first orgasm?”

You nod, and he smirks, “Hmm.” He stands up and you sit up, “Are we done?” He leans back down, bringing his hand up to pull your lower lip with his thumb, “Far from it.”

He turns, walking over to sit down in the chair. He lifts his hand, bending his fingers towards himself, “Crawl to me.”

You stare at him, “What?”

“You heard me.” He adjusts his seating position, “I want to see what that pretty little mouth is all about.”

You have never felt hate towards anyone, even yourself.

Until now.

You knew it was wrong, yet you found yourself on the floor, crawling over to him just like he had requested.

He was corrupting you, and you were letting him.

“Undo my belt and stuff for me.” He watches as you rise to your knees, your shaky hands moving up to pull the studded red leather through the black loop, “I’m aching to be inside of you.”

You let out a shaky breath as your hand brushes against his restrained cock while unzipping his jeans. He smirks and reaches out to brush your cheek, “Go ahead, darling.”

You swallow, leaning in to pull his boxers away from his waist and a chill runs down your spine when you see just how big he is.

Jake shrugs his pants and boxers down his thighs and he motions, “Use your mouth.”

“H-how?” You clear your throat, an embarrassed tint settling on your cheeks, “Suck, just don’t use teeth.”

As you’re contemplating on just how to do this, Jake reaches up and pull you in. His fingers tangling tight in your hair which earns a whimper from your lips. He pulls you in, “Open.”

You part your lips, opening your mouth wider the closer you get. You feel his cock hit the back of your throat, earning a gag. Then another one as his hips buck, “Fuck, baby. Doing so fucking good.”

Jake groans out as he lifts your head and your tongue swirls around the tip, “There you go. Just like that.” He lets go of your hair, watching as you slowly bob your head, “Well make you a little slut in no time, won’t we?”

You put no fight, you just figured the faster you get done with this, the faster you can get home and never have to see this asshole again.

Jake bucks his hips, moaning out as you gag once again, “M’gonna fuck your mouth.” He grabs your face, holding it still as he bucks his hips up and down, moaning out as your eyes fill with tears.

You try to focus on your breathing, but you can’t seem to get it under control so you claw at his thigh, trying to push back, and Jake stops, “Ya okay?”

You nod, breathing heavy as you wipe the tears and spit from your face, “Mhm.”

He stands up, kicking off his pants and boxers before lifting you to your feet. He walks you over to the bed, “Lift your dress and bend over.”

You bunch your dress up around your waist and bend over. Jake groans as how submissive you’ve become to him, cocking his head as he takes in your bare ass in the air for him.

He raises his hand, letting it fall down to leave a welted red handprint on your skin, “Your ass if perfect.” He grips your hips and slides his hands over your cheeks as he leans down to whisper, “I want to take everything you have to offer. Not today, but you’ll be back so I can.”

You swallow at his words, laying still as you’re unsure of what to say. So, you just wait for Jake to come back to you.

“Hands.” He says as he taps your shoulder. You go to sit up but he stops you, “Just out them behind your back, baby.”

You lift your arms, resting your hands on your lower back and you snap your head, trying to see what he’s putting around your wrists, but you can’t.

You whimper as his hand slides away from yours to pump his cock a few times, “You’re gonna be so tight. Fuck, I want to cum just thinking about it.”

He stands up, biting down on his lip as he drags the head of his cock along your folds to collect some of your arousal, “You’re so wet for me.”

You whimper at the feeling, and it wasn’t until his cock starts to actually push into you, splitting you with both pain and pleasure that you realized something.

Jake was actually really hot and he was the person your parents would absolutely hate if you brought home.

Jake Webber was your fantasy.

“J-Ja-“ you gasp, whimpering and wincing as he inches in a little more.

“I know, darling. Just a little bit more.” He groans, “Doing so good.”

You clench around him and he moans, “Fuck, baby. Almost there. Takin’ me so fuckin’ well.” His hands squeeze your hips as your fingers draw fast circles, “So fucking well, darling. Fuck.”

You were scared to move, scared of it hurting more, “I-I, it hurts.”

“I know baby, it will for a little bit. I need to move. Just-“ he pulls out, your whimpers and his groans mixing together.

He pulls your hips back to him and you clench your fists, loud moans replace the pain-filled whimpers and you feel that same feeling as before start to roll in, “I- I’m close.. again.” You moan out, “I-I think..”

“Just let it happen, darling. I love it when you do that.” He slides his hand up your back between your arms, tangling your hair around his hand.

He yanks your head back, “C’mon baby, I wanna hear all you got.”

You moan in response, your wrists pulling against the leather restraints, “Fuck. Fuckfuck.”

“There we go.” Jake groans out, thrusting harder into you, “Feel good, baby?”

“So good, so fucking good.” You cry out, your walls clenching around his cock as you cum. His name leaves your lips in a constant string, urging his orgasm to follow through a lot quicker than he had planned.

He pulls out, spilling his cum onto your lower back, ass, and hands.

You close your eyes, panting as he lets you lay there while he goes and grabs a towel. You open them as you feel the towel drag across your skin to collect his mess and soon after your hands are freed and they drop to the bed.

“Just so you know, I’m keeping your panties.”

“I’m sure you do that with all the girls.” You sit up, pulling down your dress and he shakes his head, “Not really.” He motions, “You can snoop if you want.”

He chuckles and you shake your head, sitting back down on the bed. Jake walks over and sits next to you, “Want to smoke some more?”

You really wanted to say no, you tried telling yourself you needed to stand up and leave, but all you do is sigh, “Sure.”

——

I’ve never written a corruption kink fic before so I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected. Still let me know how I did! Love hearing the feedback! I love you so much, thank you all for reading! See you in the next one! 🖤

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late night car dates with boyfriend!minho

no warnings, tooth rotting fluff

lee minho x gn!reader

late night car dates with minho have always been your favourite. it felt like it was just you and him, while the whole world was asleep.

his car was parked in an empty parking lot, your stomachs were full with delicious food, sharing stories about your day, smiles and enjoying each others company.

„missed you.“ you whispered.

„come here.“ he cooed at you, making space for you to sit on his lap.

not even wasting anymore time, you crawled over the center console, slightly hitting your head in the process.

the pain was easily forgotten because as soon as you sat down in his lap, minho immediately started peppering your whole face with kisses, teasing you a little bit.

„my poor little baby, I think we should drive you to the emergency station right away.“ he murmured, while chuckling at your clumsiness.

„I think I’m already healed, your lips must have superpowers.“ you giggled at him.

slightly leaning back, so you could look at each other, not being able to hide the adoration both of you held in your eyes.

minho slowly tucked some strands of hair behind your ear. softly smiling at you, his eyes glancing down towards your lips, while licking his own. both of your faces leaning in, without even noticing.

„can I kiss you?“ he whispered, lips almost touching.

„please.“ was the only thing you could mutter until gravity was too much.

finally feeling complete with his lips on yours, not being able to stop kissing each other.

it felt like hours, leaving one last peck on his lips before pulling back.

breathless, slightly heaving, but so full of love. mouths bruised, plump and strawberry red.

„the glass is fogged, I feel like we’re the main actors of some teenage rom com.“ he chuckled at you, breaking the silence.

„let me make it just a bit more cliché.“ giving his lips another small kiss, you leaned over so you could touch the hazy glass of the windshield.

the car windows were cold and a little bit wet against your index finger. quite the opposite of minho‘s homey presence and the warm feeling inside your heart, you always had when you were with him.

you could feel him watching you, his dark boba eyes almost turning into the hearts you drew against the car window.

„you‘re made of stardust, baby.“ he mumbled in a low voice.

the love you shared for one another as full as the bright moon in the night sky. every star reflecting one thing you loved about each other.

a/n: soooo my little fur babies threw up all night, turns out they have fleas. I spent my whole day at the vet and cleaning my whole apartment. They‘ve been suffering all day and my smol mom heart is breaking, poor little babies.

I have the whole day off tomorrow so I’ll try to post more. My brain will burst if I have to hold back from writing any longer

but I really wanted to post something today so here u have something small, hope u enjoy <33

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Small Cuts

Jason Todd x Reader

wc: 1.7 K summary: Red Hood saves you from the chaos, being scared shitless warnings: standard Gotham violence, description of minor injuries, (panic attack), slight angst/comfort, established relationship a/n: for my loyal Red Hood fans (you know who you are), here's a special drabble I came up with while looking through my notes. have fun (divider)

Jason quickly dodges another punch, putting a bullet between the muggers eyes. Yes, Bruce said no guns and killing, but he isn‘t Bruce. He doesn‘t care, these shits need to go down, they did that themselves by doing wrongs. It seems that Dick managed to escort as many civilians as possible from the mall, getting back to his brother to fight by his side. He knows Bane is a powerful guy, but his small army seems to be quite strong too. It‘s annoying him, he probably has a broken rib by now, and the cuts along his body sting, it getting more difficult to fight against the remaining soldiers.

A scarily familiar, shrill scream sounds amidst the chaos, his breath hitching under his mask. He really hopes it‘s not the person he thinks it is. With a quick punch to the other‘s head, he can search for who screamed, already cursing Dick for not clearing the floor properly. It seems like he is on autopilot, remembering you telling him about going on a quick shop to the mall, see if there is anything new. That same mall he is fighting criminals in right now.

He finally spots you, trapped between the wall and a huge shelf that crashed against it, you being in between it. There is just enough space for you to fit in, but not enough to crawl out of it on your own. Besides, you‘ve never looked so terrified before, not even able to breath properly in your panicked state.

Without sharing another glance, he runs up to you and pushes the shelf away from the wall, grunting at how heavy it is. Now that the huge weight is off, you intake a deep breath, close to hyperventilating again. You can‘t even register who is in front of you or that you are free again.

Jason really wants to just let the medics from outside take care of you, but he can‘t. He carefully scoops you up, holding your head close against him, as he hurries away from the fighting scene, patting your back softly with his other hand. Meanwhile, you can barely register that you aren‘t crushed between the wall anymore, but in someone‘s arms, taking you away.

»S- Lady, you‘re alright! I‘m bringing you to safety, you‘re gonna be okay.«

The slightly distorted voice attempts to calm you down, doing little to actually make you stop from panicking. Jason cursed himself inwardly as he almost slipped, having to keep his secret identity from you while still outside, being close to giving up and patching you up right here; call you his favourite nicknames and petnames. It‘s not like he doesn‘t trust you, no, he would do anything for you because you‘d do anything for him. He still sometimes cries himself to sleep, thinking he doesn‘t deserve you. Now, he is close to crying again, but not because of that. His world is injured, because he wasn‘t careful enough. He should‘ve been the one escorting civilians, maybe he would have spotted you sooner.

With quick strides, Jason finally sets you down onto his couch. These are the rare moments he is glad he lives close to the mall, being still dead-concerned about you.

Your knee is badly scraped, a couple of dark bruises littering on your exposed skin, small cuts across your face.Oh, your pretty face. It‘s all his fault.

As if on instinct, he gets his med kit and kneels down in front of the couch, craddling your face in his hands. Now safe in his apartment, he doesn‘t care about his secret identity being revealed to you, he just wants to make this better.

»Darling, I‘m here, don‘t you worry, okay? It‘s me, Jason. Jay-jay.«

Before you can respond, he takes off his helmet and discards it to the floor, cleaning your small scrapes around his face carefully. His fingers barely touch your skin, the wet rug gently cleaning the little blood off of your forehead and cheeks, his own face looking way worse than yours.

Gasping, you finally take in his face and feel a rush of worry again. Leaning up, you cup his cheek, seeing his black eye and cut across his chin. He looks absolutely done, yet he is still on his knees, cleaning at your own wounds.

He is immediately alerted, searching your face for any sign of pain or discomfort. He doesn‘t seem to realise he is injured as well.

»W-what is it? Did I hurt you?« What is that question? Of course he hurt you, he should‘ve been there way sooner.

Taking a deep breath, you try to use your voice; being still shaken up and weak.

»Your fucking eye...« Jason frowns even more at your weak voice, huffing out and leaning you back down on your back. He bites down on his inner cheek harshly, trying to focus and work on your injuries as best as possible. Your eyes stay on his face, silently observing him as you finally start to breath more normally.

Your light scrapes sting as he cleans them up, putting small bandages over them.

»Don‘t they need you?« You croak out quietly again, whincing lightly as he cleans your scraped knee, the wet cloth becoming bloody.

»They can handle it. I need you to be safe first.« Jason mutters back, feeling guilty and bad for causing you more pain while patching you up. It hurts more but you bear through, leaning up on your elbows to see how bad your knee is. You grimace lightly, hissing at the familiar sting while he cleans your wound.

Jason doesn‘t glance to your face anymore, completely focussed on taking care of you. He carefully wraps a bandage around your knee, lifting it up a little on the couch. His fingertips barely graze your skin, his touch even more gentle than usual. Your body is still trembling from the adrenaline, slumping back on the couch with a heavy sigh. It all comes to your senses.

Jason is Red Hood. He just saved you from that terror attack in the mall. Seems to be in a worse shape than you and still patches you up as gentle as possible. He left his team behind just to take you to safety.

»Take off your shirt, need to see the bruises.«

His voice snaps you out of your slow procession of events, humming lightly in thought before carefully pulling off your shirt. It hurts to move your arms up, feeling a painful stretch around your right side. He helps you take it off, eyes quickly scanning over your big bruise around your ribs. It looks even worse now, a darker bruise evident against your right side. He wants to punch himself, he never meant to hurt you.

It‘s not even his fault. He was just fighting, not having been in charge for escorting civilians. Maybe he shouldn‘t feel guilty, he knows better than blaming himself for something that he didn‘t do. But it‘s just unfair, he could‘ve made it less worse if he only put an eye out and saw you and—

»Jason! Your nose is bleeding.«

You finally managed to pull him out of his thoughts, not knowing what to do. Jason quickly stands up again and gets the bathroom, leaning over the sink to get his nose clean and make it stop bleeding. Rushing over, you limp the way to Jason and get to his side, trying to see in what shape he is right now.

»I‘m fine, why are you standing? Get down- sit down, darling, you don‘t need to do anything.«

»I am not sitting down, you need to sit down, you‘re literally bleeding.« You argue back, trying to lead him to the bedroom.

»I‘m not sitting down, I need to get you safe— «

»I am safe.« You reassure him, seeing his hands tremble, eyes seem unfocused. Nothing really seems to help him calm down, grabbing his shoulders and forcing eye-contact.

After some more attempts of coaxing him into the bedroom, you can finally take care of him. He stands in front of the bed as you sit in front of him, patching up the few gashes along his torso.

Jason watches you the whole time, running his hand through some strands of hair occasionally. Yes, it does hurt as you bandage him up, but all he can focus on is you at the moment. Whole and safe, taking care of him finally.

He doesn‘t deserve you.

But he won‘t ever trade you for anyone else.

You don‘t need to talk once you get him all patched up and clean, both of you acting automatically once everything falls back to normal.

Jason crawls back in bed with you like this morning, carefully wrapping his arms around you, no matter how much it hurts his own body. Both tangled up in each other, comforting the other with sweet and grounding words. You are both safe now.

The small conversation paused, letting a comfortable silence fall over the room. After a few moments you speak up again, atmosphere getting lighter.

»I was dating the Red Hood all the time? For two years?«

He groans lightly, looking down at you in his arms.

»I‘m sorry, I… couldn‘t really tell you. But I wanted to, I really did.«

Jason apologises, his guilty expression pulling at your heart again.

»Wait, no, I‘m not mad. It‘s just… a nice surprise? I don‘t know, but I will buy endless Red Hood merch from now on. If you like it or not.«

You tell him with a small smile, making him pause before rolling his eyes. Of course. There‘s no way you would react badly. Especially after saving you.

a/n: WOW! really hoped you enjoyed it, i'm excited to hear your thoughts about it!!

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[filynxs]

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ Bullies. I part two

pov: You had p.e., and your teacher wanted you all to get a partner to practise boxing techniques. To your bad luck, you got one of your bullies as a partner. Sukuna.

pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader

content: bully x reader, physical violence, boxing, injuries

a/n: read part one here

song: Government Hooker - Lady Gaga

As if your day hadn‘t began badly enough already, you had to wear a patch on the side of your head because of your earlier encounter with Sukuna and Satoru. The spot still felt warm and throbbed against the bandage, and this annoyed you. However, you couldn‘t have just used your cursed energy to heal it. After all, someone would notice…

"Hey, partner," Sukuna approached you with tall strides, his fist hitting his palm with force as he did so. A grin laid over his lips, and you could sense he was trying to intimidate you.

"Partner? Who said I would choose you?" you inquired, furrowing your brows at him before your gaze strayed away at the other students in your course. Yet, the only thing you could see was pairs of people who‘d train together, leaving no one else for you to choose behind.

"I‘m the only option you have," Sukuna purred in your direction, gradually circling you with steps that were tinted by smugness. "Let‘s fight."

A sigh escaped you when you spun around to face him, balling your hands into fists. His grin widened in response, and his eyes were staring back at yours as if every hint of mercy had left that guy. It nearly seemed like he was… excited.

With a mere finger movement, he motioned for you to confront him. His casual stance made him look defenseless, hence you attempted your first attack.

When your fist was about to land on his stomach with all your strength, he caught it with ease, flipping you over to throw you to the floor. He lowered himself to press his knee against your bum, making it hard for you to get up.

"You‘re not using your whole power," he growled under his breath, watching you squirm beneath him. A frown had formed on your face, and you gasped for air.

"Sukuna, you are only supposed to practise the boxing techniques I showed you!" your teacher called out to you two, thus Sukuna let go off you. He sighed in frustration — as if realizing he forgot about the fact that you two were not alone in the school gym.

You climbed back onto your wobbly feet, brushing the dusk off your clothes before facing him again. Your chin was slightly bruised because of how you had landed on the floor earlier, and you could feel your knees slightly throbbing in ache. It felt like a heavy weight was still pushing down on your knees, making it hard for you to stand.

"You heard what our teacher said," you stated with a soft huff, crossing your arms in front of your chest that heaved with every heavy breath you took.

Sukuna snorted, slightly wrinkling his nose in the process.

"Yeah," he chortled. "But that won‘t stop me from forcing you into using your full strength." And with that, he moved toward you at an incredible speed, nearly as fast as light. It was difficult for you to catch his figure before he would reach you, but you put your arms up in front of your face to catch his attack.

When he stroke your arms, the impact of his strength caused you to slide a few feet away from him. For you, his power was nearly unbelievable. You never thought that someone as strong as him could exist.

He attempted another attack, but before he could hit you, you dodged his arms and reached for a blow into his side. You managed to hit him, however, that little punch of yours didn‘t do anything to him.

"That‘s all you can do?" he asked, snickering when he straightened up from his fighting stance. "Come on, try harder."

Rapidly, he ran toward you. At first, it seemed like he would attack your face, hence you dodged his arms. Nevertheless, what he had actually planned was to kick your legs away, and when he did so, he caused you to land on your butt. The harshness of your landing sent a sharp pain from your bum through your legs, causing your thighs to shake.

You winced in discomfort, and your breath caught in your throat.

"How boring," he commented. As you looked up at him, he stared down at you with a smug look on his tattooed face. He couldn‘t suppress a grin when he saw you on the floor in front of him, all weak and whiny, even though you had much more potential deep inside your chest.

"And such a waste of potential."

part three: here

[holylulusworld]

Unworthy (2)

Summary: Thor doesn’t think you‘re a good friend to his brother.

Pairing: AU!Thor Odinson x fem!Reader, AU!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader (platonic/best friends)

Warnings: past addiction, mentions of drug abuse/addiction (Loki), angst, classism, Thor being an ass, BBF trope, mentions of spiked drinks

Catch up here: Unworthy (1)

Unworthy masterlist

“Stop her then, son. If she told you the truth, we should find out more about what happened,” Odin feels like he just threw his daughter out of his house. “I shouldn’t have listened to you. Why did I not double-check your information.”

“Husband, not now,” Frigga places her hand on Odin’s shoulder. “Do not make another mistake. Maybe she is innocent, but we need to investigate further first. Thor, follow her. She’s the best source of information.”

“Right,” Thor huffs but turns to follow you. “I’m not sure she told me the truth. Some people have the ability to sell you any lie.”

Thor walks away to follow you. He easily catches up on you with his long legs and determined steps. “Wait—” He calls your name. It’s more an order than a request.

You move toward the exit, ignoring Thor walks next to you. “I said wait.”

“What else do you want to accuse me of?” You stop for a moment to glare up at Thor. “Maybe I sold drugs to Loki, huh? Maybe I was the one getting him addicted. Just leave me alone, Odinson.”

“If the guy spiked your drink there should be a police report…right?” He cocks a brow. Thor is not as good as his father at reading people, but he can see the fear in your eyes when the memories of that night come back.

“My friend called the cops after bringing me to the hospital. I gave a statement, and they promised me that he wouldn’t get away with what he did to me. I believed them,” you laugh bitterly.

“What happened?” He steps closer to tower over you. Thor is intimidating, with his sheer size and figure dwarfing you, but you won’t cower in front of him.

“What always happens,” you shrug and try to balance the box in your hands at the same time. “He came from a good family with old money. My words against his. I was the outsider allowed to walk their holy halls because of a scholarship.”

“That’s awful,” Thor sucks in a breath. If what you’re telling him is true, he understands that you always despised him, the golden son having it all. He never had to work for anything.

“It didn’t matter that my friend, the doctor, and the nurse gave a statement too. They tried to pressure me into taking my statement back, but I refused,” you sniff, and look away. “I didn’t matter, though. He got away with it because his parents knew the right people. Suddenly my test results were gone, and the guests at the party didn’t remember shit. I was lucky to not lose my scholarship. If we are done here, I’d love to leave this shitty place.”

Thor doesn’t stop you when you walk away from him. He has a lot of information to stomach. Thor hopes you���re just a good liar, and he was right about you. But he has a hunch that every word you said was true.

“That’s all, huh?” Hela looks up from her laptop to glare at Thor. He thumbs through the papers and pictures on Hela’s desk. “You didn’t find more?” He asks.

“Stop nagging,” she snaps at him. “You should thank me instead of moping. I got the statement from her friend and the doctor. The nurse withdrew her statement right after she bought a brand-new car.”

“Sounds fishy,” Hogun grumbles. It wasn’t in his plans to sneak around your apartment and follow you around town. “I don’t think the sweet girl is a criminal mastermind. All she did was to buy groceries and look for a new job.”

“Hey, it’s still my turn,” Hela glares at Hogun. “We wanted to talk about her past before we get to the present and future. A shame I didn’t get the chance to interrogate her.” She smirks at her brother. “I bet the sweet girl would’ve been putty in my hands.”

Thor curls his upper lip. “What did you find out?”

Hela leans back in her chair and crosses one leg over the other. She takes her time to inform her brother.

“I found more questions than answers. But I can tell you that the guy spiking Y/N’s drink is a piece of shit. Over the years his parents tried to cover all the shit he pulled. Luckily, they did not succeed. He crossed one too many lines and they turned their back on him.”

“Interesting,” Thor grabs one of the pictures taken at the hospital. You look scared and his heart hurts seeing the tears run down your cheeks. “Anything else?”

“No well done from you?” She huffs. “Always the same with you and father.” Hela snaps at her brother. “I tried to talk to his parents, but they refused to talk about the incident with Y/N. If you ask me, their son did exactly what Y/N said.”

“Says who…?” Thor questions. He’s still not convinced that you told him the truth and that you are innocent. If so, he’d be the worst person ever for ruining your career and friendship with his brother.

“How is he? Where is he?” You pant heavily as you try to find Loki. “Duke, where is he?” You ask Loki’s sponsor. “Duke!”

“He’s in a bad condition,” Duke’s features soften at your worried look. You’re out of your mind because Loki’s AA sponsor called you in the middle of the night. What if Loki is relapsed or is injured?

“Did he have a relapse?” You clasp your hands together to silently pray Loki didn’t do anything stupid because of what happened. “Duke?”

“No,” Duke shakes his head. “He needs you. Loki asked for you the whole time. I didn’t want to call you, but he wouldn’t stop. He’s vulnerable, Y/N.”

“I need to see him.”

“Loki’s inside my office,” Duke gently pats your shoulder. “Take all your time, Y/N. If you need a ride home, I’ll drive you.”

“Loki?” You walk inside the office, heart lurching in your chest. Loki sits on the ground. His long legs stretched out, and his head hanging. “Darling?”

“Y/N,” he murmurs but doesn’t look at you. Loki believed you gave up on him. Thor, his father, and Frigga didn’t tell him the whole truth. When one of your co-workers told him that you got fired and showed him the pictures Loki knew, Thor did this to you to get you out of his life.

“Hey, beautiful,” you sit down next to Loki and wrap one arm around his shoulders. “How’s my pretty boy tonight?”

“Not good,” he leans his head against your shoulder and sighs. “I almost fucked up again, Y/N. I was bad tonight. I…I…” he sniffles and wrings his hands. “I almost bought the poison.”

“Did you buy it?”

“No.”

“Good. See, you’re stronger than you thought,” you peck his hair. “I knew you could do it, Loki.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your job and my brother?” He murmurs. “I could’ve helped you.”

“Your brother is an asshole, you know that” you try to cheer Loki up while your world still lies in ruins. “He tried to find something to hold against me and succeed. It’s not the end of the world to lose a job, darling. I’ll find something soon.”

“Hmmm…” Loki thoughtfully hums. “Maybe I can lend you some money.”

“I got spared money, Loki. I’m not your friend because of your money, darling.”

“You are my friend because of my good looks, right?” Relieved that you are not angry at him for the things his family did, Loki sighs.

“I’m your friend because I love you, darling,” you pat his thigh. For a moment you are both silent. “So, you came here for a meeting?”

“Three,” he says. “I’m sorry Duke had to call you.”

“I told you a long time ago that you can always call me, Loki. Day or night,” you softly say. “Did you eat today, darling?”

His growling stomach answers your question. “Not much,” Loki admits. “I wasn’t in the mood for food.”

“That was the most awful rhyme I ever heard,” you laugh. “Come on, darling. I’ll take you home and we can eat my leftovers.”

“You want to take me home?” He purrs. “You can’t wait to get your hands on me, huh? I bet you waited for me to call.”

“You’re a little bitch, Loki Laufeyson.”

“I love you too, Y/N…”

You watch Loki’s chest rise and fall. Still worried about your friend you didn’t leave his side.

Finally at peace after hours of suffering and self-hatred, he sleeps peacefully on your bed.

He greedily stuffed your leftovers into his mouth and even burped because you wanted him to eat dessert too.   

You talked for half the night, assuring him that his father and brother can do whatever they want to. You will stand by Loki’s side. Whether they like it or not.

“If you don’t stop yelling at me I’ll hang up,” you snarl into the phone. “I only called to tell you that Loki is safe and didn’t have a relapse. He’s asleep and I’ll drive him home after he had breakfast.”

Thor yells into the phone. He throws profanities at you while his sister watches him with amusement. She chuckles and listens to your explanation. “Thor, calm down. She took good care of him.”

“You don’t have a say in this,” Thor grunts. “She gets fired and then…” He growls and grunts while you listen to his rant.

“Are you done?” You ask. “I’m going to hang up now. I don’t want to wake Loki. He needs his sleep after everything he’s gone through last night. If you need to know more, ask his sponsor who called me, knowing I’ll be the one getting Loki out of the hole he fell into once again.”

You hang up, already regretting that you called Loki’s family. All you wanted to do was make sure they won't worry all night because he didn’t come home.

You harrumph and walk back inside your living room to switch through the channels. Sleep is out of the question after the call. Thor once again made you furious, and you hate the feeling.

Next time he dares to show his face, you’ll knee his balls and give him a piece of your mind…

Part 3

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[cottonlemonade]

Wingman On Crutches

word count: 571 || avg. reading time: 2 mins.

pairing: Matsukawa x chubby!Reader (feat. Parts of Seijoh 4)

genre: fluff

warnings: some swearing

request: Menu B with strawberry milk, matcha pudding and a matcha roll. I slide right next to Mattsun || fluffy, jealous classmate crush Matsukawa, as manager

“Why is she talking to him?”, Issei huffed. Iwaizumi followed his eyes and suppressed a sigh when he saw Makki talking to you somewhere on the side of the court. You were placing towels and water bottles down in pairs so the players could easily grab them.

“Because they’re friends.”, the ace observed, bouncing a volleyball off his friend’s head to get his attention back for training, “Come on, we gotta warm up.”

“If I would have twisted my ankle like that Victorian lady over there I could sit out practice and talk to y/n.”, Issei grumbled.

“Then why don’t you ask Makki to trade you his injuries for a curry bun?”, Iwaizumi asked, sarcastically.

“You‘re not funny.“

“Good, wasn‘t trying to be. - Get your ass over there so I can toss to you, come on. Don‘t make me pair up with Shittykawa.“

In view of his friend‘s nerves being on the line, Issei obliged and reluctantly turned his back to you to face Iwaizumi.

For a minute or two they threw the ball back and forth, then your distinct laugh rang through the gym and Issei all but pulled a muscle to turn around.

You were doubled over, both arms around your supremely squishy tummy as Makki continued to say something undoubtedly dumb.

“Quick, Iwa, spike the volleyball over there.“, he urged.

“Why?“

“To stop them!?“

“From… laughing?“

“YES! First it‘s laughing, then it‘s inside jokes, then it‘s hanging out just those two, then one day he’ll accidentally brush her hand while they reach for something together and boom! They’re married!“

“You really have to stop watching TV with your sister, dude.“

Before Iwaizumi could stop him, Issei called, “Yo, Makki! Hobble over here for a sec, will ya?“

Makki gave you a quick little bow, excusing himself and used his crutches to laboriously get to his friends.

“What‘s up? Want me to count or something?“

“What did you talk about with y/n?“

“What?“

“What did you say to make her laugh? You know she is off limits, dude. I called dibs like two years ago!“

Makki blinked.

“I know. I told her about that time we went to the movies and I almost wet my pants because of a jumpscare and you weren‘t even fazed by it.“

“You- you did?“

Makki nodded, “Yeah and how you helped your little brother with his school project the other week.“

“He failed that assignment.“, Matsukawa admitted quietly.

“Not the point. I was talking you up, dude! As if I‘d ever go behind your back.“ Makki used a crutch to hit his friend’s leg.

Issei rubbed his thigh and felt his eyes starting to sting.

“Bro…“

“I know, I know. I told her, you and I wanted to go to the store after practice for curry buns but I will conveniently remember that I have to get home to help my mom with dinner so you can be alone.“

Tears were definitely threatening to fall now and Issei put a hand on his friend‘s shoulder, “I love you.“

A volleyball hit Issei‘s head for a second time that afternoon and when he turned he saw Iwaizumi‘s face twitching with impatience.

Before he got back to the drills he lowered his voice and said, “Could you casually somehow slip in how intimidated all of you feel when we shower together after training?“

Makki squinted, then sighed.

“I‘ll… see what I can do.“

a/n: someone please come and collect this man.

This request is for 🫀anon. Thank you so much for this silly request! I hope it was what you imagined and thank you also for your kind words ^^ please enjoy 🌟

[sturnsbaebackup]

SHY - M. STURNIOLO

summary: madi invites you to meet and hang out with the triplets at top golf, and you find yourself oddly nervous around matt.

warnings: fluff fluff fluff

part 1 | part 2

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“please just come with me? i promise they’re nice guys,” madi begs you.

“i guess i’ll go… but you owe me big time madi,” you groan through the facetime call.

a smile grows on her face, “yay! thank you! you’re the best! the triplets are gonna pick me up at 12:30, and then i’ll have them pick you up after me. so expect us at around 12:45, okay?”

you sigh, “okay, perfect.”

“thank you again, y/n. i promise you won’t regret it,” she says and she hangs up to go get ready. you look at the clock and see that it’s 10:30, giving you about two hours to get ready. even if you don’t need that much time to get ready, you’d rather look your best than your worst. after curating the best outfit you can, you finish your makeup and hair, making sure you look halfway decent. it’s now about 12 and you take the next 45 minutes to mentally prepare yourself, seeing as you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of them.

your phone buzzes, grabbing your attention to madi’s contact on the screen letting you know they’re outside. you huff and grab your house keys and wallet, locking the door behind you as you exit. as you approach the car, you see two brunette boys in the front staring at their phone screens.

thankfully madi opens the door for you from the inside, drawing the attention of all three boys. “hi y/n! guys this is y/n, my favorite person ever so of course i wanted you guys to meet her,” madi smiles, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“hi y/n! i’m nick,” nick smiles sweetly, immediately making you feel a little less nervous.

“hi nick! it’s really nice to meet you, and i love your hair,” you smile. immediately chris turns around in his seat to look at you, “and im chris, the best triplet don’t let them fool you,” he smiles, giving you a little head nod.

you chuckle slightly, “well it’s nice to meet you chris,” you say. lastly, matt turns his head to the right to look at chris smacking his shoulder for what he said. he then turns his head a little bit further to face you.

“and i’m matt, the only triplet who actually has their head screwed on,” he smiles at you. you let out a laugh, “well, it’s really nice to meet you matt,” you say. as he turns his head to face the front of the car you blush little, hoping to god that he didn’t see.

you all drive to top golf, blasting music the whole way there. you gradually feel the nerves leave your body as you quickly notice that they’re a very welcome group of people. but the one thing that won’t go away is the pit in your stomach every time matt speaks or even looks at you.

“you okay?” madi asks as you walk into top golf.

“yeah i’m actually doing great!” you smile, and she smiles back at you with a big soft grin. you, madi, and nick get caught up in a conversation while matt and chris get everything set up at the front desk. you’re all distracted, when suddenly chris comes over waving in your guys’ faces, basically jumping around with excitement.“come on guys let’s gooo!” he exclaims, dragging out the ‘o.’

you sit down at the table, and chris loudly calls dibs on the first hit. you watch him practice his swings, when suddenly the spot on the couch next to you dips in. you look to your left, and you see matt sitting with his arm around the back of the couch, and his right ankle resting on his left knee. that pit in your stomach appears again, and you quickly look away before he can realize you’re staring at him.

eventually everyone but you has gone, and you suddenly feel really nervous. “okay y/n, your turn!” chris exclaims.

“oh god, this is gonna be awful. i’ve never golfed before,” you nervously chuckle. you have a bad habit of playing with your fingers and jewelry when you’re nervous, and apparently its evident that you‘re doing that because matt seems to notice.

“here, i’ll help you,” he smiles, sticking his hand out to help you off of the couch. you gently take his hand, praying your hands aren’t clammy with nervous sweat. as you stand on the little faux grass, he stands a respectful distance behind you and places your hands in the right positions on the club. he then puts his hands not too far under yours, and you can feel your heart beating out of your chest. it’s beating so loudly in your ears that you assume matt can hear it too.

as matt tells you how to swing the club, you notice madi and nick giggling to themselves, with chris sitting next to them oblivious to their antics. you already know madi and nick are gonna hold this against both you and matt.

you both swing the club in unison, hitting the ball far across the green. you gasp, and immediately turn around to give matt a high five. as your hands touch, you can feel that pit coming back again. your cheeks are on fire and you know everyone can see it, so you immediately sit down next to madi who gives you a big, sneaky grin.

after another hour of golfing, which consisted of you trying to avoid matt at all costs, it begins to get dark out. “do you guys want to get dinner somewhere before we drop you guys off?” nick asks.

“sure! is that good with you guys?” matt asks, looking at you and madi. you both look at each other and nod, turning back to matt with smiles.

“oh fuck yes, thank god! i’m starving!” chris blurts out, making everyone let out a little laugh. you all drive to the closest in n out, and you and madi sit next to each other at the booth while chris waits at the counter for the food.

“we’ll get you guys your drinks. what do you guys want?” nick asks, gesturing to him and matt.

“i’ll take a sprite please,” you smile, sliding your cup to the end of the table. matt grabs it, seeing as nick already took madi’s cup.

“one sprite coming right up!” matt smiles at you, making you blush. “thanks matt,” you smile, biting your cheeks nervously. nick gives a look to madi, but you just ignore it. as nick walks away, immediately madi turns to you and starts shaking your shoulders. “oh my god! you and matt are so flirty!”

a lump begins to form in your throat, “w-what? what are you talking about?”

“oh don’t play stupid. it’s obvious that you’re both into each other! i mean the matt i know would never offer to help someone golf, or even get fill up their drink for them!” madi exclaims, watching closely to make sure the guys aren’t coming back.

“i- w- what?” you say, utterly at a loss for words. quickly madi shushes you, and turns back to face the boys. matt slides you your drink, and you thank him as he gets into the booth on the opposite side of you and madi.

nick sits next to you, leaving chris and open spot next to matt. eventually he brings the tray of food over and you all begin to dig in, sharing a couple of large fries as well. “oh y/n! can i get your insta? i had a lot of fun today,” nick blurts out with a smile, sliding his phone to you.

“oh yeah, can i have it too?” matt asks, making you bite your cheeks and nod as you look down at nicks phone.

“jeez guys, you’re making me feel so popular!” you joke, following yourself from nicks phone.

“well, you’re actually a really fun person, unlike madi. even if you’re god awful at golfing,” chris jokes. madi just flips him off and he and nick laugh.

“chris be nice! i think y/n is a pretty decent golfer,” matt says hitting chris’ arm. and once again, your cheeks flare up with heat.

“no no, he has a point,” you laugh, typing your insta into matt’s phone as you speak. as you do so, madi nudges your leg under the table making you squirm a little, but thankfully it goes unnoticed by everyone. after all three of them get your insta, you all clean up the table and head back into the car.

you and madi decided to spend the night at madi’s house to make it easier for the triplets to drop you guys off. as you and madi walk up her walkway, matt leans over chris and rolls down the passenger window, “bye guys! it was really nice to meet you y/n!”

“it was nice to meet you guys too!” you smile, waving them off as they drive away.

“see! i told you he’s into you, y/n!” madi winks, making you roll yours eyes.

“yeah yeah, whatever,” you laugh, laying down on madi’s bed. as you scroll through insta, you get a dm from nick.

hey y/n! we had a lot of fun today, and we were wondering if you and madi wanted to be in a video next week? you totally don’t have to if you don’t want to, but i know that we’d all love to see you again!

of course you show madi the dm, and that sneaky grin from before appears on her face again. “say yes! say yes!” she says, practically jumping around her room.

“what the hell is that smirk on your face for?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

“what smirk?” she plays dumb, holding back her laughter.

“that one! you’re doing it again! i swear to god madi! you better tell me what the hell is going on, or else i’m gonna seriously slap you!” you exclaim.

“fine! fine! but i’ll only tell you if you say yes to nick first,” she shrugs.

“okay…” you oblige, anxious to hear madi’s answer. she watches as you press send, and immediately you throw your phone somewhere on the bed and look her in the eyes. “now tell me what’s going on madi!”

“well… me and nick noticed the obvious connection between you and matt… so we may or may not have set up a plan to try and get you guys to fall in love by hanging out more…” she bashfully admits, making your jaw drop.

“madi filipowicz!” you say, playfully hitting her with one of her pillows.

“well… looks like you’ll be seeing him on tuesday, so no getting out of it now!” she laughs, showing you nicks reply to your dm. you groan and shove your faces into the pillows in an attempt to hide your now rose colored cheeks.

“i hate you madi.”

“mhm, sure you do.”

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don’t forget to go read part 2!!

[rafesslxt]

Imagine that… | mattheo riddle

Imagine him looking at you like that when you wear that tight little skirt that‘s so short.. he only buyed it for you for his eyes only but here you are dancing around in it with pansy

imagine mattheo looking at you like that when you come out of the bathroom or laying in bed in a new set of lingerie and — 🫠

Imagine him looking at you in your dress for the yule ball, the most beautiful thing he‘s ever seen

Imagine him looking at you like that when you two are enemy‘s and you‘re drunk and you tell him that you want him to take you 🫠

Imagine him looking at you like that with your blody nose and hands after fighting a girl because she talked badly of Mattheo cause he‘s Voldemort‘s son

just look at his handsome face …

Imagine him looking at you like that from the side as harry and you work on a project together, him standing way too close for mattheo‘s opinion

Imagine him looking at you like that because you tell him and the boys "I told you dumbasses so but you wouldn‘t listen.." after one of their pranks go backwards and now they had detention at snapes classroom

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have fun imagining 😶‍🌫️ what‘s your fav one? Mines the enemy one

xoxo sarah <3