#pull request git

[animentality]

I say the like most basic of coding shit to my work uncle and he's like I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT COMPUTERS.

And it's like my dude, my guy... I majored in anthropology.

Believe me. I dont know shit either.

I just know the bare basics now, because I work with software engineers all the time. It's like living in a foreign country for a year.

you learn the local language.

[spread4marvel]

”Real” Man

hiii lovelies!!! so this is my first george weasley x reader story (yes i still write for loki), and i’m rlly excited to get into it soooo yeah send me some requests😚😚

Draco has the audacity to tell your boyfriend that he isn’t a “real man” after a gryffindor victory. George makes sure to vocalise how funny he finds this as he is pleasuring you later that same evening.

Warnings: Muggleborn Ravenclaw reader (for the plot), cursing, unprotected sex, praise kink, George in general, nicknames (love, sweet baby, pretty girl, sweetheart, lovebug), a little dry humping🤔??, anddd aftercare ofc!

Another crushing victory for Gryffindor against Slytherin. You noticed that every game you attended, George tried his hardest to impress you so you didn’t wander off back to whichever book you were reading at the time. You find it cute but it seems Malfoy did not. Quickly you fought your way through the crowd to get on the field where the pair were arguing. When you finally managed to get there, you caught the ending segment of the argument.

“I think you’re right Freddie! I think little Malfoy’s upset that he had the ‘hots’ for my girl and she chose me!” George laughed out mockingly, causing the other surrounding players and students to laugh as well. Malfoy clenched his fist by his sides as his jaw tightened when Fred continued. “Well it was a bloody obvious choice George, truly.” Fred joined back, causing the twins to snicker together as Draco finally managed to bark back a reply.

“Oh yeah Weasley? Clearly your father never taught you how to be a real man. I bet you can’t even pleasure that sorry little mudblood of yours!” Malfoy cackled. George didn’t say another word, that deranged look on his face as he walked closer to Draco is what caused most of his teammates to begin to hold him back for everyone’s sake. Even you interjected at this point. “C’mon George let the stupid git talk.” You tried. Placing a hand on his surprisingly muscular forearm that you simply adored as you tried to persuade him.

He noticed how Malfoy tensed when you were around, and he smirked devilishly at the new upperhand.

“You’re so right love, ‘m think I just need a kiss and i’ll be good as new again.” He remarked playfully to you. His teammates finally releasing him as he stood there awaiting his kiss. You giggled and rolled your eyes, getting up on your tippy-toes due to the height difference that George relished in to plant a kiss to his cheek. His dopey grin grew wider but he was still very determined to ‘rub it in’ Malfoys face. “A real kiss, yeah?” He inquired, pulling you in by your waist and bending down slightly so you could give him a ‘real kiss’ directly in front of Draco.

He hummed obnoxiously as he finally pulled away from you, Malfoy beginning to turn on his heels with a loud huff as he and the rest of the Slytherins retreated in a hurry.

George chuckled mischievously as he finally gave you his undivided attention, his adrenaline still obviously coursing through him as the two of you began to walk back to the Gryffindor dorms together. (usually the two of you go back to the ravenclaw dorms but you don’t force him to walk up all those stairs on quidditch nights) George didn’t typically act like that. It was more Fred’s thing to be rude and crack a laugh from everybody around simultaneously. Clearly, your boyfriend’s twin had been rubbing off on him.

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George had you straddled on his lap on the edge of his bed as you cleaned up some of his minor wounds. At first, George despised this because he felt ‘weak’ having you clean him up but eventually he learned to adapt it as a “post game ritual.” On more calmer quidditch nights, you would have him read you a book or his latest assignment while you tended to him, but right now he was rambling on about Malfoy.

“I mean bloody hell! You can’t play like shit the whole game and then be mad when we win!” He complained, in which you hummed in agreement. “Stupid git, should’a seen the look on his face when Harry stole that snitch.” You giggled at his expression that was supposed to be imitating Malfoys face. The sound of your laughter fizzling all of his anger away as you finished tending to all of his little bruises.

You always ended this little ritual by kissing every mark you fixed, and he stared down at you lovingly as you began. “But you were amazing tonight love, I could hear ya’ cheering from all the way on the pitch.” George complimented. You smiled against his skin before placing another peck down his arms. You knew how much he adored hearing you scream for him. on and off the pitch. “‘m tried my best Georgie, y’know I don’t condone violence but you sure did look good yelling at Malfoy.” You mumbled against his skin, your ‘muggle accent’ under-toning your sentence as he smiled and pulled you closer on his lap. You could feel his hard-on begin to press into you as you mimicked your boyfriend’s grin back to him.

“think you missed a spot, sweetheart.” He remarked cockily as he pointed at an imaginary bruise on his lips. You giggled, causing him to laugh as well. “Oh how could I!” You exaggerated playfully in which he shrugged with a smug smirk.

You pulled him in by the back of his head. Your fingers intertwining in his ginger locks as he immediately began to desperately search your mouth. He resembled a starved man as he kept your lips connected to his. You barely had a moment to breathe before he was pulling you back in, loving how your warm mouth invited him so willingly to paradise each time.

Subconsciously, you bucked your hips against his clothed erection. You only realised that you were practically grinding on him when he groaned into your lips. “fuck pretty girl…” He murmured under his breath and your face flushed as you came to realisation on what you were doing. This wasn’t uncommon for you, you and George had been dating for the better half of a year and although you were insanely comfortable with him… you still managed to get flustered in moments like this. Although George didn’t mind it, in fact, he quite enjoyed the little noises you made whenever he whispered lewd little things in your ears at the worst of all times.

“aww, is someone getting shy? C’mon sweetheart, I can smell you.” He rasped, his voice a little breathless and you whimpered at his filthy words. He gently but firmly grabbed your hips and began to grind you against him. Chuckling as you whined and buried your face into his neck. “‘m need more, Georgie.” You whispered against his skin, planting gentle wet kisses to persuade him further. You could practically hear the grin in his voice. “Guess you deserve it, yeah? You were such a good girl f’ me today.” He murmured as he nipped playfully at your earlobe. You simply whimpered and nodded in response, not entirely trusting your voice not to croak.

His fingers began to fiddle with the waistband of your skirt, teasing you mercilessly. You desperately wanted to tell him to get on with it and stop being a tease… but you also wanted to be his good girl, his sweet little thing who takes what he gives her, his precious ravenclaw who lets him run wild. So all you did was whine. His grin only grew at your self control. “oh? Well this is quite new…” He murmured knowingly. You were about to retort something back, but then you felt his fingers dip under your skirt to rub your cunt through your panties. Immediately, he felt the wet patch on your undergarments and grinned up at you knowingly.

“Naughty little Ravenclaw…” He remarked playfully. Before you could process what was happening, he had you on your back with your hair splayed along his pillow in mere seconds. His bed reeked of his scent, and you simply adored it. He didn’t miss the skip of your heartbeat or the way you had a newfound hunger in your eyes as he effortlessly manhandled you, deciding to tuck that information into his back pocket for now.

George had simple plans for you tonight, but then he recalled Malfoys little ‘pleasure’ comment. Instead of teasing, he slithered his body up your own to press wet kisses along your jawline and neck instead. “What do you need, love?” He asked straightforwardly. This was odd, George normally drew this type of thing out of you until you were a whining mess. “Want you inside, George.” You hummed back, your voice wavering a little but remained true. He groaned against your warm skin before his usual grin returned.

“whatever you like, pretty baby.” He granted as he planted a final kiss. That was one of those nicknames George used whenever he was being sweet, but you could tell his mind was a little aloof. You watched in adoration as he began to strip himself. Hastily tugging away his clothes and discarding them carelessly. You began to do the same, but George’s hand quickly caught yours and gave you a devilish smirk.

“Trying to rid me of all the fun are we? Let me take care of you, yeah?” He teased and you rolled your eyes in response. “Well get on with it!” You insisted, your patience from earlier dwindling thin. This granted you a look of defiance and a remarkably slow George peeling off your clothing one-by-one. Eventually, he couldn’t take the slow reveal and ripped the rest of your black skirt off, causing you to huff in annoyance.

“George! That was my favorite black skirt!” You scolded. You were quickly knocked off of your fit of anger when you felt a long finger slip into your sopping wet cunt. You whimpered almost instantly at the connection. “Doesn’t seem like you mind that much.” He confirmed with a grin, causing you to scoff and whine as he retreated his finger. He was eager tonight, always taking time to savor the taste of your juices as he sucked on his previously inserted digit. “Tasting perfect, love.” He complimented. To say George loved your taste, was an understatement. He relished in it, but tonight, tonight he had a primal urge to claim you.

You both groaned as he began to rub his tip up and down your soaking folds. Both of your eyes glued on the display before he fully slipped inside of you. Your head quickly retreated back to his pillow, eyes screwed shut as he gave you a moment to accommodate to his size. You had taken George many times before, and yet he still gave you this little moment to calm yourself. And yet, you still needed it.

You moaned as he began to move, starting with slow deep thrusts that made you head spin deliciously. He groaned as you clenched around him, his hands gripping your hips as he watched his cock disappear and reappear with each thrust. “Fuck love… you’re squeezing the life out of me down here.” He informed, followed by a sharp hiss when your legs wrapped around his waist and provided a new angle. With this new angle, he sped up his pace, his mesmerizing cock now drilling into you.

Your moans and other little noises were beginning to grow much louder. This seemed to motivate George as he abused the spot that elicited the prettiest noises from deep within you. “Doing so good love, so fuckin’ good for me.” He praised, his words slurring as his head rolled back to reveal his adam’s apple to you. The sight reminded you of sweet torture and it was simply maddening. “J-jus’ like that, feels so good Georgie please don’t stop!” You pleaded with him, no amount of money could pay George to stop as his grip on you grew brutal. He was sure to leave bruises whilst he pounded into you, his erect and long cock hitting the perfect spot within you as he overrode your senses.

You could feel that familiar knot beginning to grow unbearable at his intense pace. Your legs squeezing around his waist as you tried to keep yourself bounded to this world. Every time George fucked you like this it always left you in a floaty headspace. It was one of the few times your brilliant brain wasn’t hard at work, because it was much too occupied and overwhelmed with pleasure.

“You’re so close love I can feel it. So pretty like this baby, so fuckin’ beautiful.” He groaned, your hands flying from the clenched bedsheet to his shoulders as your fingernails dug into his muscular blades. This resulted in a new noise of pleasure from him that made you whimper in return. “Come for me sweetheart, c’mon sweet baby I need to feel you.” George rasped. His voice pulling an utterly filthy noise from you as the coil within you snapped and you came all over his large cock. He let out a guttural moan while he fucked you through your high, making sure to fulfill you whole as he felt himself begin to drawl close.

“Mmm, I-I’m getting their love. Where can I-…” His words trailed off as he couldn’t get enough of your pussy. You fit like a fucking glove around his erection and it was glorious to him. “Inside George please. Want it inside s’ bad.” You whimpered out breathlessly. Your pleas is what caused George to snap as he bottomed out inside of you. Groaning as he began to spill his seed. “Fuck…” He cursed, his cock painting your insides just as you had requested.

He lowered himself on you once he finished. He knew how much you loved his weight on you as the both of you collected your breaths while panting. George was the first to move, planting kisses all over your heated skin while he gently pulled out. “Did so good love, always so good for me.” He complimented. He quickly retrieved a warm washcloth and cleaned the two of you up. He could easily do it with magic, but George loved the intimacy this brought as he peppered kisses all over your body. You were astonished on how he complimented you like that even if you didn’t really do a thing that whole time, but he didn’t mind it. This was a day for you and your pleasure, (as well as his pride)

“I love you so much, love bug. Such a brilliant, bloody perfect, little witch.” He murmured as he finally finished cleaning you up. Joining you in the bed as he cuddled up behind you skin to skin, spooning your bare form. You smiled at the cheesy little nickname, it was corny, but something he always called you when you were overcome by sleep.

“‘m love you too, George. thank you…” you murmured back, sleep already evident in your voice as he chuckled softly and traced comforting patterns along your skin. “Night, pretty girl.” He hummed back, but you had already drifted off as he planted a final kiss to your shoulder and buried his face in your hair. The smell of your- no his vanilla shampoo lulling him to sleep.

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[sailorsoons]

Giving Season (c.sc & l.c)

PAIRING: Chan x Reader x Seungcheol

SUMMARY: You always enjoy the office holiday party each year, especially when you get to do secret santa. This year, you enlist Seungcheol’s help to give Chan the perfect gift. 

WC: 5,632

AU: PWP, Polyamorous, Established Relationship (Cheol x reader)

GENRE:  Smut

RATING: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

WARNINGS: Just pure filth honestly. Fucking in an office when they totally should not be, mention of power dynamics in the sense that Seungcheol is both Chan and reader’s boss but they kind of skip around that even though Cheol explicitly makes sure to let Chan know it’s okay to reject, semi-public sex if you count the fact they’re in an office, implied but not explicit dom/sub dynamics with Seungcheol as the dominant and reader/Chan as the more submissives, oral (f. receiving) and vaginal fingering, pussy drunk Chan, spitting, multiple orgasms, a little bit of overstimulation, some hair pulling, biting, a lot of heavy kissing and making out, it is a light threesome - this is mostly reader and Chan with Seuncheol very involved in instruction/kissing/touching them. 

A/N: This was originally posted as a request fill for @daechwitatamic and as a belated birthday gift back in December. I love you Mojo Jojo Dojo Siwa Casa House

A/N 2: THIS IS UNEDITED BECAUSE I’M THE GRINCH AND I DON’T WANNA BETA READ MY OWN STUFF. SPELL CHECK WILL HAVE TO DO FOR RIGHT NOW. 

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NERVOUSNESS CREEPS UP AS YOU WATCH CHAN OPEN UP HIS GIFT, EYES ZEROED IN ON THE WAY HIS DEFT FINGERS PEEL BACK THE WRAPPING PAPER CAREFULLY. Chan is always so careful, his touch delicate and precise, sliding his fingers under the seam of the paper to pry it open without ripping anything. 

Holiday music plays loudly over the speakers on someone’s desk. Everyone talks and sips on drinks, gathered around the conference room table as Chan finishes opening his git, shedding the wrapping paper. He’s already grinning, lower lip tucked between his teeth as he shakes his head, red creeping up the side of his neck. 

You try not to react, pleased to see that he likes the stack of limited edition books you’ve gifted him. He runs his fingers over the decorated edges, just as careful not to damage them as he was with the wrapping paper. You squirm in your seat, sipping more champagne to quell the dryness in your throat and give you more liquid courage. 

Someone places a hand on your shoulder and you spare a glance upward, though by the scent of the heady cologne you already know it’s Seungcheol. He’s watching Chan with a smirk, his dark hair pushed out of his face and his glasses sliding a little down his nose as he watches Chan look around the table, flushed and pleased. 

“This is way over the purchase limit,” he laughs, scratching the back of his neck and shaking his head. Mingyu lets out an impressed noise, leaning over to see the books and ask what they are. “They’re a limited edition and signed copy of my favorite fantasy series.” 

“Damn, someone likes you,” Mingyu mutters, sipping his beer. “Time to guess.” 

Chan’s eyes flicker to you. You hold your breath, your pulse thumping in your throat as you try not to avert your eyes. Chan’s eyes drift upward to Seungcheol, who you can feel is equally amused. There’s indecision on Chan’s face, his fingers drumming atop the stack of books. 

“Come on,” Mingyu urges. “Guess.”

Chan’s eyes return to you. Back to Seungcheol. Then to you again. You grin, watching as he tries to work out which one of you bought them. You’re the only person in the office who would know how much he valued that specific book series, but Seungcheol is the only one in the office who makes overspending and spoiling his employees a habit. 

Especially Chan. 

“Fuck, it’s hard,” he admits, gaze settling on Seungcheol, finally. “You, boss?” 

Seungcheol chuckles, the motion of it shaking the back of your chair. You can feel his thumb brushing back and forth on your shoulder, soothing and warm. It feels nice, the champagne turning his touch molten. 

“Nope,” Seungcheol answers, popping the ‘p’ sharply at the end. “Sorry, Channie.” 

Chan’s blush intensifies as he drops his gaze, shaking his head. He cradles the books close to him, possessive. He spares you a glance when he says, “Whoever bought these is far too nice of a santa. I don’t deserve this.” 

He does deserve it. Chan is the youngest member of your company and by far the hardest working and the sweetest. Over the last two years, you’ve watched him grow from the shy, nervous junior employee to a full time member of the staff who is… still shy, but a little more confident in his work with an incredible mindset. 

Sure, your opinion of him is a little bit biased. Chan is your work husband, the person you’re closest to and who you can always go to when you need to vent about Mingyu fucking up your spreadsheets or for help when you have a last minute firedrill to solve. 

Despite, of course, your actual boyfriend being a few yards away in his executive office. 

Seungcheol doesn’t mind that Chan is your work husband. In fact, he adores it, teasing you when you get shy after vehemently praising Chan during a meeting or nominating him to take more responsibility to prove himself. He likes that Chan has you to take care of him, to lead him through the corporate world when Seungcheol is too buried underneath meetings and paperwork to do so. 

Someone else starts opening a gift, but your eyes are reserved for Chan. You lean into Seungcheol’s touch, eyes fluttering when his hand moves from your shoulder to the back of your neck. His grip is firm, kneading the muscles along the back of your neck until you’re melting. Your grip tightens on the flute of champagne a little, the plastic nearly cracking under your grip. 

When secret santa has finished, you stand up to help gather the leftover wrapping paper. Coworkers filter out into the main office, turning up the music and dancing around the cubicles as another bottle is popped. You help shove wrapping paper into a trash bag with Joshua, feeling a little dizzy and warm from the bubbles. 

A hand on your lower back makes you straighten. Seungcheol leans down, mouth brushing against your ear when he murmurs, “Go wait in my office. I’ll bring Chan in for his real gift.” 

Your stomach flips at that. You glance at Joshua to see if he notices, but there is nothing to notice. Everyone knows that you and Seungcheol are together - you’ve been dating for five years. He limits his affection in the office, but it's not uncommon for him to press a quick kiss to your head or leave his hand lingering on you for too long. 

Clearing your throat, you nod and let Seungcheol take over balling up the wrapping paper. You’re not drunk but you feel the buzz of champagne and excitement as you hurry toward Seungcheol’s office at the far end, away from where everyone has gathered around Soonyoung’s cubicle to take shots. 

Inside of Seungcheol’s office is dark. The blinds are shuttered so no one can see from the main bullpen inward. Lights glitter beyond the floor to ceiling windows, the city awash in color underneath the light sky, giving the illusion that the world is blanketed in Christmas lights. 

A heavy desk sits in the far side of the room with towering bookshelves behind it. Seungcheol’s monitor is off and his leather chair is pushed into the desk. In front of the desk is a sitting area, equipped with a full leather sofa, glass coffee table, and two arm chairs. 

You go for the sofa, hands shaking as you sit down, pressing the hem of your skirt down your thighs. Swallowing thickly, your eyes dart toward the door when you hear the volume of singing suddenly increase out in the main office. You grin, shaking your head when you realize it’s because Seungkwan has figured out how to use his portable karaoke machine gifted to him by Jeonghan. 

Shadows pass by the window. You stiffen, leaning forward and placing your hands in your lap when Seungcheol opens the door, letting Chan enter first before he slips in after, flipping the lock. Chan immediately stops in his tracks, looking at you before his eyes dart back to Seungcheol. 

Your heart races, watching carefully as Seungcheol starts to undo his tie, slipping a finger underneath the knot to pull it, walking toward you. The action hypnotizes you, your attention solely on him as he finishes undoing it, tossing it onto an armchair before his fingers work the topmost button of his shirt loose.

He sees the nervous look on your face and he wings, his grin lopsided as he rounds the couch to stand behind you. 

“Take a seat,” Seungcheol tells Chan, his hand landing on your shoulder. You react instantly, leaning into the warmth of his hand, nuzzling his forearm a bit. Chan follows Seungcheol’s instructions, his steps slow and full of trepidation. “We don’t bite, Channie.” 

You huff and Seungcheol chuckles darkly in response, amending, “Usually.” 

Chan is the picture of anxiety, wringing his hands in his lap and looking up at Seungcheol through his glasses with wide eyes. His gaze darts to you only for a second before he licks his lips and looks back up at Seungcheol, shifting back and forth in the armchair as he watches the elder. 

“Relax,” Seungcheol laughs. “You’re not in trouble. I told you she had a second part to her gift.”

“The first one is too much,” Chan drops his gaze to you. He picks at his cuticles, showing he’s as nervous as you feel. “You shouldn’t have. The rules were no more than fifty dollars.”

“It was too good not to.” He softens. “I wanted you to have it.”

“You deserve it,” Seungcheol agrees. His hand massages your shoulder, fingers brushing across your skin. You shiver under his touch, watching Chan as his eyes zero in on where Seungcheol’s hand is on your neck. He licks his lips, shifting. “That’s not the only thing she wanted to give you, though.” 

Chan chews his bottom lip. You feel skittish, twisting your fingers in the hem of your dress. You and Seungcheol had broached this subject several times before, though this is the first time you’re committing to voicing your thoughts to Chan. 

Suddenly faced with having to give him your proposition, you’re terrified. What if he says no? Worse, what if you upset him or make him uncomfortable? It’s a huge risk, what you’re asking, especially with the position that Seungcheol is in as your boss. 

The weight of how bad of an idea this is hits you fully. You open and close your mouth, unable to voice your offer to him, the question dying on your tongue.

Seungcheol’s fingers are still on your shoulder. He leans down, tilting forward to catch your gaze with his. His eyes are dark and calm, a cool lake undisturbed by anything, a constant you can always look to when you’re afraid to do something. You root yourself in his gaze, letting his proximity wash over you, comforting. 

Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself this question isn’t coming out of nowhere. Neither you nor Seungcheol would bring Chan here to the office in the dark, away from everyone else if you weren’t borderline positive what his answer would be. 

“I wanted to um…” Your voice is hoarse, cracking with nervousness. You swallow, dropping your eyes into your lap, feeling both of their gazes. “Jeonghan said you kind of had a crush on us.” 

You peek up at Chan to find him white in the face. His mouth parts in horror and you realize this isn’t going the way you planned, your nervousness driving you to the wrong path. 

Seungcheol sees it too, giving you a gentle squeeze and telling Chan, “What she means, but is very bad at saying because she’s nervous, is that she wanted to give you a taste.” 

Silence hangs heavy in the air. Outside of Seungcheol’s office, you hear Mingyu singing All I Want for Christmas Is You. It feels apt, both you and Seungcheol staring at Chan as he looks back at both of you, mouth parted in surprise, chest rising and falling with how heavy he’s breathing now.

“I don’t… understand,” he says finally, addressing Seungcheol. 

“I think you do.” Chan starts to shake his head and Seungcheol tsks, sending a lick of heat down to your core. You know that voice better than anything, and the sound of it turns the air heady. “You can say no. This is the worst place possible for us to be offering this to you and I understand the implications of it coming from… well me. You’re under no obligation and we can go on pretending it didn’t happen.” 

“Jeonghan didn’t mean to tell me.” you tell Chan. “But when he did… I wasn’t mad. I told Cheol and he was pleased to.” You look up at Seungcheol, who smiles at you affectionately. His hand drifts to the back of your head, cradling it carefully. “He likes you too. And me - I like you.” 

“You like me?” 

You nod eagerly as Seungcheol grips your head and faces you back toward Chan. “So I was thinking… you could have an extra gift. If you wanted it. To see if you liked it.” 

“And what does… a taste involve?” Chan asks the question softly, his eyes flickering between you and Seungcheol. “Help me understand better.” 

“Her,” Seungcheol answers. “Whatever you want.” He pauses and smirks, adding, “You’re not ready for me. So just her… for now, if you want.”

Multiple emotions flit past Chan’s face. Confusion. Fear. Indecision. Anxiety. Desire. 

You see the desire there, the way he settles his eyes on you, dark and swimming with want. He doesn’t move, the silence filling the room as Seungcheol let’s Chan choose. You feel your own desire welling up inside of you, a shy and skittish thing that is perhaps too breakable to be offering this way. 

Chan is your mirror. You can see yourself in him, the want that lurks beneath a shallow surface, a fragile thing that he wants to handle but is too afraid that it’ll shatter. You lift a hand from your lap, reaching forward, palm up. Reaching for Chan, reaching for the thread that connected you since the first day he started. 

Your hand wavers there for a second, an invitation, a moment of vulnerability. Just when you think he’s going to reject you, Chan surges forward slowly, extending his hand toward yours. A smile lights up your face, growing even wider when his fingers tentatively skate over yours, rough and unsure. 

Tugging on him gently, you urge Chan from the armchair toward the couch. He’s like a frightened animal, eyes darting toward Seungcheol like he might intervene when he sits next to you, close enough to smell his juniper cologne but farther than you want him to be. 

Seungcheol lets go of your shoulder, walking around the opposite side of the couch. Chan looks at Seungcheol, alarm on his face. The elder chuckles roughly, sitting on your other side a little ways away and murmuring, “Relax, Channie. I’m just sitting down.” 

To further ease his anxiety, you pull Chan’s hand into your lap, lacing your fingers and squeezing. He looks at your linked fingers, marveling at them. It takes him a moment, but he squeezes your hand in return. 

“Can you look at me?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. 

He does. Chan finally looks at you, gaze raw and burning. Your toes curl when you see the amount of want there, the way his need is right on the surface, simmering. His eyes trace your features, scanning your face to the curve of your neck, dipping lower, lips parted as he drinks you in full. 

“What… What now?” He asks, dragging his eyes back up to yours. 

“Try kissing her.” Seungcheol leans back behind you, supervising. His voice is gentle and coaxing. “She likes kissing.” 

Chan looks at you, asking for permission. You smile, nodding eagerly as you tug on his hand. He obeys, sliding closer to you, thigh pressed against yours. Even through the fabric of his pants, you can feel the heat of his leg wash through you, intoxicating. 

He leans in slowly, his eyes darting toward your mouth as he does. You meet him halfway, breath shaking as you softly press your lips against his. His lips are soft and tentative, nose brushing yours gently. You sigh, leaning into the kiss, making it a little firmer. 

It’s innocent, but you feel the way his fingers tighten in yours, a gentle sound stuck in the back of his throat. You pull away slightly, lashes fluttering open to peer at him. You see your half-lidded eyes in the reflection of his glasses until he opens his eyes.

The urge to have him grows tenfold. Chan’s pupils are blown, the hungry look in his eye raw and real. It makes you surge forward, kissing him for real, letting the hunger for him channel through your mouth. He makes a sound low in the back of his throat, desperate and whiny as you school closer, leg looping over his to keep him in place. 

Letting go of his hand, you bring it up to his face, threading your fingers through his hair. His mouth is warm and wet as he kisses you slowly, tasting of champagne and the frosting of the cupcake he had earlier - sweet, just like him. 

Kissing Chan is unlike kissing Seungcheol. Chan is sweet and slow, running his tongue against the seam of your mouth tentatively while his hands go to your thighs, barely giving you a squeeze. Seungcheol’s kisses are demanding and all consuming, bruising your lips as he swallows you whole. 

Parting, Chan kisses the corner of your mouth, hesitating and glancing over your shoulder where he can no doubt see Seungcheol. Seungcheol must reassure him, because Chan smirks and leans forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your jaw. 

Your head falls back, lips parted. His tongue is rough against your skin as he tastes you, a mix of tongue and teeth working toward your neck. Your fingers twist in his hair, blunt nails scraping at his scalp and making him groan quietly. 

“She likes when you bite her a little,” Seungcheol supplies from behind you. You feel the couch shift as he moves closer, his warmth radiating toward you as he settles directly behind you. His voice makes you shiver when he says, “Right under her ear - yeah like that.” 

Chan’s teeth nip at the soft flesh under your ear and you keen, melting at his touch. He grows more confident at the sound, his hands drifting to your waist, squeezing and holding you tight. You lean backward into the heat of Seungcheol, trapped between the two of them. 

It makes you dizzy. Seungcheol is firm behind you, keeping you pressed toward Chan, who is kissing his way to your shoulder, eager for more of you. One of his hands runs up your side, sliding up your arm until it settles on the side of your neck, his fingers gently pulling you to give more access. 

You keen and Seungcheol laughs behind you, muttering, “Hear the little sounds she makes? She loves when you touch her neck.” 

“Mmmm.” Chan presses kisses to the tops of your shoulders, looking up at you through his glasses. “What else does she like?” 

“If you want to see her come apart, eat her out.” Chan moans, burying his face in your neck. You shiver, feeling his hot breath against your spit-slick skin. “Yeah?” Seungcheol laughs. “Dying to taste her, huh?” 

“Fuck,” Chan whispers. He lifts his head from your neck, breathing ragged as he looks at you, cradling your face in his hands. 

You look up at him through your lashes, dazed. He looks so good in the dim light of Seungcheol’s office, his hair a little disheveled, glasses a little eskew. 

“Do you want that?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. His thumb brushes back and forth across your jaw, pausing to brush along the corner of your lip. You nod eagerly, unable to find the words and tell him that is exactly what you want. “Fuck. Yeah. Okay.” 

Chan sinks to the ground. Seungcheol plants his foot against the coffee table, pushing it back slowly to give Chan room. The younger looks up at you reverently and you feel your breath catch, watching as Chan settles on his knees, hands reaching to brush gently up your calves.

His touch is like fire. It feels too hot in Seungcheol’s office, sweat collecting on the back of your neck and along your hairline. You squeeze your thighs together at Chan’s gentle touch and he grins up at you, keeping his fingers feather light and teasing as he skims them up your thighs toward your dress. 

Seungcheol leans you against him, pressing his lips to the side of your temple. Chan leans forward, placing an open mouth kiss on your knee. You twitch, knee nearly knocking him in the face. Seungcheol admonishes you softly, reaching down to pry your right leg open and drape it over his, resting his arm over your knee to keep you pried open.

Chan’s hands continue to caress your skin, the drag of his fingers driving you wild. You stare down at him, panting slightly as he looks up at you. He maintains eye contact as he drags his mouth to kiss your inner thigh, watching as you react with a sigh. 

He moves his mouth upward slowly, each kiss firm but gentle, his lips blazing a trail upward. You feel your core ache for him, a hot, throbbing need that makes you whine a little bit, shifting in Seungcheol’s grip. 

Chan pauses but Seungcheol promises, “She’s fine. She’s very needy.” 

A grin splits Chan’s face as he presses another kiss to the softness of your thigh, followed by biting gently. That gets a reaction out of you, your hips twitching upward and your hands shooting to grip the couch with one hand and Seungcheol’s forearm with the other. 

“She loves when you start slow,” Seungcheol murmurs. Chan nods, taking his elder’s guidance in step. His hands creep toward the hem of your dress, hesitating. “Go ahead.” 

Your breath gets stuck in your throat when Chan pushes the hem of your dress upward. The newly exposed skin feels cold in Seungcheol’s darkened office. Chan bunches the fabric at your hips and Seungcheol reaches around the back of your waist to hold it in place. 

With one hand on your spread knee and the other locked around your waist, Seungcheol has you pinned. The thought makes your eyes flutter, head tilting back as you watch Chan drink you in, his eyes dropping to the lacy underwear.

His mouth resumes its curious travel, kissing the tops of your thighs as his fingers brush the edges of your underwear. You let out a breathy whine and he smiles but doesn’t stop this time, teasing the crease of your thighs with his devilish finger while he gives a harsh suck to your skin. 

Chan rests his chin atop your thigh, eyes focusing on the wet patch of your under. He dips a hand between your legs, pressing the flat of his thumb against the dark spot on the fabric. You give a high pitched whine, fidgeting in Seungcheol’s grip. Chan grins, wiggling his thumb back and forth a little to apply pressure to your clit.

It is heaven. It is hell. Chan’s eyes drift back and forth from where he teases you to your face, unable to decide which he likes watching more. Seungcheol watches him with a smirk, his hold on you like iron, hot breath fanning your ear as he whispers for you to behave for Chan. 

You want to. You want to more than anything else right now, completely forgetting about the party going on outside the office, forgetting the way you’d been afraid to ask Chan if he wants this, forgetting anything else but the look in Chan’s eyes as he hooks his fingers in your underwear and pulls them down.

Lacy fabric scrapes down your skin slow-soft. It is delicious torture. Chan handles you like you’re something precious, something to be loved and treated with care. Your thoughts turn to static, totally hypnotized by the way he peels your underwear from your legs and tosses them somewhere else. His eyes are half-lidded as he stares at your glistening cunt, groaning low in the back of his throat at what he sees. 

Chan slides his hands under your thighs, dragging you toward him a little. Seungcheol helps, peppering your face with butterfly-soft kisses as he slides you down the couch. You’re nearly folded in half as Seungcheol adjusts himself so that he’s sitting behind you with you between his legs. He grabs your thighs, hooking them on the outer edges of his knees to keep you open for Chan, who slides closer, licking his lips. 

“Look how wet she is for you,” Seungcheol purrs. You glance up at him. His dark eyes are focused on Chan, mouth twitching in a smirk. “Start slow. She likes you to build up to it.” 

Chan glances at Seungcheol and nods before his eyes fall to you. Dark. Hungry. Wanting. To see your deepest desire reflected in Chan’s eyes makes you insane. You’d only guessed at his affection for you and Seungcheol, but the fierceness of it drives you wild. 

So does his mouth. Chan drags his mouth up your thighs, kissing delicately. You hold your breath, fixated on him as he audibly plants another kiss before he moves to your center, hesitating. You try not to squirm and move closer, try not to force yourself on his mouth.

He can tell. He gives you a cock grin, letting out a huff before dipping forward, running his tongue up your center and oh oh oh. Your head falls back against Seungcheol’s shoulder, breath locked in your chest. Chan’s tongue is warm and wet, sliding up and down your pussy at a leisurely pace.

Then he moans. Your fingers dig into Seungcheol’s thighs, making him hiss. He hooks his chin on your shoulder, watching as Chan’s tongue circles your aching clit slowly before dipping back down. 

You’re burning, melting, disintegrating. Pleasure ripples through you when Chan dips his tongue tentatively into your clenching hole. That earns a loud moan from you. Seungcheol quickly hushes you, reminding you that you can’t be loud with a harsh whisper. 

A whimper falls from your lips. Chan grunts, closing his eyes as he fastens his mouth to your cunt, suckling gently. You throb under his mouth. He looks up at you, eyes misty as he flicks his tongue back and forth over your clit. 

“Like that,” Seungcheol encourages when you thrash. “She likes it kind of messy too - spit on it.” 

Chan is obedient. He dips his tongue into your cunt, gathering arousal before he lifts his mouth, smeared in your slick, and spits directly on your pussy. You let out a loud sound that is cut off by Seungcheol’s mouth on yours, stealing you in a devouring kiss. 

One hand shoots to Seungcheol’s forearm to cling to him, the other to Chan’s hair when he reattaches his mouth. He moans audibly against you, the sound buzzing right through you to the pit of your stomach. He redoubles his effort, licking and sucking at you vigorously now to match the pace of Seungcheol’s tongue. 

They both swallow you whole. It’s overwhelming the best way, Seungcheol pressing you into his chest as he steals the breath from your lungs, Chan pressing your legs further apart as he buries his face between your legs, little sounds of pleasure dripping from his mouth as he loses himself in you. 

Seungcheol parts with you for a moment, lips swollen and pink as he looks down at Chan and grins. He reaches down, running his fingers through Chan’s hair gently, making the younger groan. 

“Look at him,” Seungcheol coos. “He’s been dying to taste you, huh Chan?” 

“Mhmm.” Chan licks a hard stripe from top to bottom. “So fucking good.”

“Tell him how good he’s doing baby,” Seungcheol whispers, pressing his mouth to your ear. “He’s working so hard for you.” 

“Feels so good,” you gasp as Chan sucks your clit hard. You thrash in Seungcheol’s lap but he holds you still. Chan pins you down too, fingers gripping your thighs as he gets greedier, flattening his tongue and whipping his head back and forth. “Fuck fuck fuck - Chan.” 

“Just like that, Chan.” Seungcheol keeps running his fingers through Chan’s hair affectionately. “She’s gonna come for you, right baby?” 

All you can manage is a nod. You’re beyond the capacity for words, feeling your orgasm twist low in your stomach as Chan works your toward its peak. It feels like he drags you there screaming, the pressure building as he keeps going and going and going-

You break. Seungcheol’s hand clamps over your mouth and you cry through his palm, hips twitching and legs straining against both of their hands as you cum hard. Chan doesn’t care, pressing even further, drinking you in as your clit pulses in his mouth. 

When you quiet down, Seungcheol lets go of your mouth, hushing you with soft kisses as you whimper. Chan’s tongue busies itself as he leisurely licks your thighs, catching stray drops of arousal. You sag against your boyfriend, panting. He rubs his hands up and down your aching thighs. 

“More,” Chan murmurs, words a little slurred as he presses a sloppy kiss to your thigh. He inches closer to your messy folds, hesitating. “Can you take more? Please tell me you can.”

You nod and Seungcheol hums, pleased. “She can.” 

Looking between your legs, you watch as Chan grabs his glasses and rips them off his face, tossing them somewhere behind him. Your stomach flips at the site, lips parted and gasping when he dives back in, fucking you with his tongue. 

“Shit,” you squeak, hands flying to his hair, wrapping your fingers in his locks and twisting. He doesn’t mind the sting, too focused on you. “Oh my god.”

Seungcheol chuckles darkly. “Fuck, he’s hot. Use your fingers, Channie.” 

Nodding eagerly, Chan complies. He’s eager to comply, bringing a hand up between your legs. You hiss when he slides a finger in, the glide easy from your first orgasm. He removes his mouth from you, panting and lips swollen as his eyes focus on where he gently fucks you with his finger. 

“Another,” Seungcheol recommends. 

Chan does. He slides another finger in, tilting his wrist so that they brush just right. You moan his name, throaty and worn. Chan hums happily, kissing his way back up to your clit where he wraps his lips, sucking gently as he sets a slow pace with his fingers. 

It only lasts for a few moments before his pace increases, feeling the way you squeeze tight around him, hearing the way your breath turns shaky and uneven, watching the way you continue to grow slick with sweat. 

He fixates on your face, sucking at you hungrily in time with his fingers, driving you toward another release. Seungcheol’s mouth finds your jaw, teeth nipping and tongue soothing. Again you’re pulled between the two of them, feeling stretched thin and overwhelmed by their mouths.

“I’m gonna,” You gasp, shaking in their grip. They both can tell. Seungcheol bites your neck a little harder, sucking the soft skin between his teeth. Chan turns ravenous, nearly folding you in half as he pushes into you, the wet sounds from his mouth bracketed by your heavy breathing. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

Every muscle in your body squeezes with the force of your orgasm. You can’t breathe, stars exploding behind squeezed-shut lids, breath stuck in squeezed-tight lungs. You’re barely able to hear Seungcheol murmuring in your ear, only able to hear the high-pitched ringing as you hit the top of your high, suspended for a moment before you start to come down.

You go boneless against Seungcheol. You feel spent, sucking in breaths of air while Seungcheol rubs his hands up and down your arms and Chan presses butterfly-soft kisses to your inner thighs, his hands rubbing your calves. 

The three of you stay there like that for a bit, quiet in the dark of Seungcheol’s office with the distant singing of your coworkers. You feel a bit floaty and dreamy, stuck somewhere between nearly asleep and happily present. 

Chan shifts and you drop your eyes to him, seeing him looking around, a little unsure what to do. You and Seungcheol notice at the same time, both of you extending a hand to him. Chan’s smile is shy and tentative, taking both of your hands and letting you pull him to his feet to collapse on the couch next to you.

Immediately you squirm toward him, half falling out of Seungcheol’s lap to fall against Chan’s shoulder. He laughs, lifting his arms and hesitating for a second before he wraps them around you. His lips are pink and swollen, still covered in your arousal. 

“That,” you sigh. “Was better than I imagined.”

“You imagined it, though?” he asks, glancing at Seungcheol. “Both of you?”

“Mhmm.” Seungcheol leans forward and presses a kiss to the corner of Chan’s mouth, pink tongue darting out playfully. “Mmm. She tastes good.” 

Pink creeps up Chan’s neck and flushes his face. Seungcheol grins and you can tell he’s just as smitten as you, leaning his head against the back of the couch to watch Chan settle down. He drags his fingers in patterns on your arm, eyes losing focus. 

“Was this just for tonight?” Chan asks. There’s a note in his voice that makes you look up at him. You can tell he’s unsure, a little nervous. “Just for giving season or whatever?” 

Your voice is raspy with disuse. “Not if you don’t want it to be. Cheolie and I like you.” 

“Really?”

You lift a hand, brushing strands of hair back into his damp hairline. “Mhm. We want to keep you, if you’ll have us.” 

Chan chews on his bottom lip, contemplating. Seungcheol watches in silence, but you can tell by the way his fingers drum on your thigh that he’s nervous. He might exude calm and confident most of the time, but you know he hopes Chan will say yes - that he’s desperate for it. 

“I think I like that,” Chan says slowly, looking at you both. “I would like that, yeah.” 

Seungcheol grins, closing his eyes as he reaches over and runs a hand through Chan’s hair. “Good. Also - it’s always giving season at our house. So buckle up, Channie.” 

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[inuyashaluver]

boyfriend - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which your girlfriend is just the definition of boyfriend

warnings: swearing, a little suggestive

a/n: i was writing my requests and got the overwhelming urge to write this because leah is just the definition of boyfriend, i don’t make the rules, i also saw the picture of her this morning and died so here you go lmao

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your girlfriend, leah, was the literal definition of boyfriend. and yeah, maybe that didn’t make sense, but it did to you.

leah williamson was incredibly protective, supportive and disciplined to the public eye, but to you, she was just your leah.

your leah found comfort in burying her face in the crook of your neck to avoid the rest of the world.

your leah loved to hold your hand or any part of your body at every given moment so everyone knew you were hers and she was yours.

your leah was incredibly stubborn, especially when it came to you. your leah worshipped the ground you walked on.

—

you and leah grew up together in the arsenal youth teams, quickly gravitating towards each other when you both realised how passionate you were about football, exactly like the other person.

when you both got selected for the england teams, you two grew extremely close, finding comfort in just being around each other. you both brought out the best in each other and everyone could see it, both on and off the pitch.

you and leah didn’t have many issues surrounding your years of pining, the two of you would shamelessly flirt from the time you were both 19 and changing that dynamic of being best friends to something more.

“baby, do not go on this date” leah pleads as you held up a forth outfit up to your body, “what do you think?” you turn to face her, a scowl evident on her 19 year old face as she sat on the edge of your bed.

“you look gorgeous, that’s not the point, (y/n)” she spits out, “i don’t want you to go,” leah crosses her arms over her chest and glares at you chuckling in the mirror.

“i want to go, lee baby” you tease, making the girl huff in frustration when you brought out yet another top against you.

“fine, wear the second outfit, see if i care,” she grumbles, picking at her cuticles while you smile at her through the mirror.

you were just pulling her leg, there wasn’t really a date, you just loved to tease leah but you also wanted your relationship to progress, to finally call her yours.

“babe” you call out, moving to stand in between her spread legs, she looks up at you curiously, her glare still a little evident as you smiled down at her.

“what?” she sighs, your hands make your ways to her shoulders, massaging them gently and feeling her relax under your touch.

“there’s no date, you git” you chuckle, leah tenses again, “sorry?” you really couldn’t help but laugh at her face of relief but also mischief as she looked up at you.

“i’m fucking with you, there’s no date” you laugh, leah grabs the sides of your hips and chucks you onto your bed, moving to straddle your hips as she tickled your sides.

“you’re such a little shit!” she laughs, smiling brightly at the bright laughs coming out of your mouth.

“why would you tell me there was a date?” she breathes out, lacing your fingers together as she pinned them by the sides of your head.

“wanted to see how you’d react” you say breathlessly, your chest heaving while an affectionate smile adorns your features.

“you seemed a little jealous, williamson?” you say teasingly, leah shakes her head, pinning you by your hips to the bed with her own, “fuck off, i was not” she defends, giving your hands a squeeze as you laugh up at her.

your heart was beating out of your chest, so was leah’s, but in a good way. a weirdly familiar way.

“you so were” you smirk, “i don’t want you to go” you mock her accent, she rolls her eyes fondly, lifting your hand up and threatening to bite your fingers.

you yelp when her teeth actually does graze your pointer finger, making her chuckle against your skin.

her eyes flicker between your own before falling to your lips, subconsciously wetting hers with her tongue as she looked back up at your eyes.

“looking a little flushed there, gorgeous, you alright?” she teases, you shake your head at her, “i’m fine, but you look a little flushed there, babe, anything you want to tell me?” you tease right back.

she giggles at your words, kissing the corner of your mouth, your breath hitched at how close she was to your lips, feeling her smirk against your skin as she trailed kisses along your cheeks.

she pulls back, dangerously close to your face as she chuckles, both of your pupils were blown out, cheeky grins evident on both of your faces.

leah puts you out of your misery and gives you that kiss you’d both been dreaming of, it was as perfect as a first kiss could go.

a little inexperienced at first but quickly learning from each other as it continued. you hummed against leah’s lips and she can’t help but grin into the kiss.

the kiss lasted for a couple of seconds before she let go of you, pulling you to sit up cross legged in front of her while she offered you a sheepish smile.

“be my girlfriend?” she breathes out, you nod instantly, making your way into her lap and kissing her until the air was knocked out from your lungs.

when you both pulled away, you tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear and leah’s heart fluttered. at the gesture but also the fact you were doing it as her girlfriend. “took you long enough” you grin, she pinches your hip and smirks when you squirm in her lap.

“how about i wear outfit number two and we go out on our own date” you smile cheekily, she presses a quick, tender kiss to your lips in response,

“you’ve got yourself a deal” she whispers against your lips, her hands gently squeezing your hips as you ended up in another kiss.

—

in present times, you and leah moved in together, both of you were extremely successful in your football careers.

leah was the captain of the england senior team and you couldn’t be more proud, showing her how much you loved that armband the first time she wore it.

you and leah had so much love for each other it was sickeningly sweet. both of you were head over heels, affection an understatement for the two of you.

it was obvious in the way you acted around her, dropping anything and everything if she needed something. telling her verbally how much you loved her no matter where you were. giving her heart eyes every two seconds that had her stomach swarming with butterflies.

and in leah’s case, she’s been called a simp way more than she’d like to admit but she didn’t mind. it was true after all.

—

“baby, you’ll get sick like that” leah scolds as you walk out of the change room onto the pitch where she was waiting for you for a pre match lap, your puffer unzipped in just your training kit.

“i’m fine, love” you smile, walking up to her and promptly puckering your lips up at her, she shakes her head fondly, pressing a couple of kisses to your lips while you sighed happily.

she pulls away from you, tugging you closer by the sides of your puffer and zipping it up for you. you smile at her appreciatively, she pinches your cheek gently before grabbing your hand and interlacing it with hers as you both walked around, posing for photos together with cheesy grins if needed.

your cheeks were a little red, not only from leah but the cold as well. leah moves you to stand in front of her again, her arms wrapping around you and prompting you to do the same as she pulled you closer.

she kisses your cheeks repeatedly, feeling them warm up under her lips as she spreads her love on both. “still cold?” she says softly, you nod with a cheeky grin, “very” she narrows her eyes at you amusingly but continues spreading kisses over your entire face, relishing in the soft giggles you were rewarding her with.

suddenly, she gasps, reaching into her pockets with an excited smile. “i forgot!” she exclaims, pulling out two heat packs that were warming up in her pockets, she only did it for you.

she places both of them against your cheeks and you smile happily, letting leah press little kisses to your lips again as she held the packs gently on your face, making sure not to burn you. she would whisper in conversation with you in between the kisses, your stomach lurching at her softness.

“ugh, you two make me sick” beth dry wretches, victoria and alessia laugh while watching you both pull away, “fuck off, beth” leah groans, tugging you impossibly closer as you tucked your head under her chin.

“i’ll remind you she’s my girlfriend, bethany” you tease, leah kisses your temple softly, “you think i don’t know that? you’re attached at the hip” she teases, “leave them, bethy, they’re cute” alessia coos, you send her a little wink of appreciation.

“they’re cute until you catch them fucking,” beth exclaims, you and leah both roll your eyes in unison, “you came to our home, unannounced, uninvited, with the spare key” leah grits out, holding onto you protectively. your hands rub up and down her back in an attempt to calm her down but leah was your defender.

“i told you i was coming over!” beth accuses, “you did fucking not!” leah yells, alessia and victoria laugh at the the thought of you and leah being caught. especially knowing how protective leah was of you. let’s just say a lot of yelling happened that day.

the bickering went back and forth for a bit as you and leah kept cuddling up together.

“you could have the same if you just go up to viv” leah shrugs, beth rolls her eyes at that, “i don’t need to be attached to my girlfriend to show our love” beth defends, “the kisses are nice, beth” you smile, looking up at leah with a smile.

beth chuckles and seems to give in, you and leah giggle as you watch beth run over and latch herself to viv, watching her struggle for a bit before giving up and pulling her into an embrace similar to yours and leah’s.

“we should be couple’s therapists,” you rest your chin on her chest, looking up at her with a soft smile. she kisses you softly again, “we can be whatever you want to be” she says cheekily, making you chuckle when her kisses make their way to your neck, jokingly biting you a couple of times to make you laugh.

—

whenever you and leah were in a large crowd, her true boyfriend nature came out that you just ate up. you were both at the pride of britain awards, her hand firmly planted on the small of your back as you walked around, posing for cameras on the red carpet.

when you two got pulled for interviews, leah tucked you into her side as you answered questions, she would focus on you intently, nodding along with your words and smiling proudly as you talked.

when you’d catch her gaze, her bright smile would make you falter slightly and you’d have to recover while her hand rubbed gently up and down your back.

you both answer generic interview until you approach a very special one. “it’s one nil” the interviewer says, leah and your eyes visibly widen, leah pressing her hand into your back as you both approached.

“are you joking?” leah smiles, “no it is!” the interviewer exclaims, “arsenal?” leah questions excitedly, “did you hear that?” leah grins at you, “yeah, baby i did” you chuckle affectionately, your head falling to her shoulder for a minute while she chats excitedly with the interviewer.

“this girl bleeds arsenal” you smile up at her, she nods without a second thought, showing off her earring with a proud smile.

“so, leah, if you had to pick between (y/n) and arsenal, who would you pick?” the interviewer says jokingly, though leah takes it seriously,

“now, hold on, i’m gonna go with my girl in arsenal, without a doubt” she says smugly, seemingly proud of her answer.

you laugh brightly, kissing her cheek fondly as she grins, “she was joking” you laugh, leah looks down at you cheekily, “don’t care” she taunts, her hand moving to rest on your hip to answer the rest of the interview.

you both got invited to an after party, making your rounds together with bright smiles, seeing people you haven’t seen for ages.

everytime you would talk to leah, she would bend her head to your level to make sure you were speaking directly into her ear, not wanting to miss out on anything you say.

and so, when you mentioned to leah you wanted to go home, you both left promptly with leah leading you out.

—

another instance of your girlfriend just radiating boyfriend energy was when you both needed to go on a bus for the lionesses on camp.

leah was talking to keira and georgia who she hadn’t seen in a while so you went on the bus first.

a few of the younger girls send you a wave so you go over with a bright smile. sitting next to maya as you entertained the young ones as they teased you about your love life.

it was until your girlfriend got on the bus with a little scowl at realising you left without her. “who do you think you are?” leah grumbles, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the seat you were in to another one closer to the back.

you hear the laughs of the girls as leah drags you from your seat.

“leah!” you reprimand with a laugh, “who?” she whips her head towards you, about to shove you into the window seat.

“love,” you sigh, she smiles cheekily, “that’s better” she pushes you towards the window seat, draping your legs over hers as you both chatted.

leah snapped a photo of you and smiled at the result, adding it to her folder dedicated to you. “you’re so cute” leah coos, kissing you quickly and dropping her grumpy attitude. “you’re cuter” you grin, pressing another kiss to her lips before you snuggle up to her.

“i’m running out of storage” leah frowns, going to her camera roll and gasping at how many photos you have.

you lean over and gasp as well, grabbing her hand with the phone in it and looking at the screen, “baby, oh my god, what’ve you got in there” you laugh,

“i don’t know, let’s see” she makes you sit closer while you both went through her camera roll, laughing at some of the funnier pictures and shoving her phone down at the more explicit ones.

“i need to revisit this picture later” she winks at you when one of you and leah during that first day of captaincy. “leah cathrine” you warn, she smirks, “sorry” she coughs.

your heart quickened when you realised how many photos she had of you, making up almost all of her camera roll.

“lovey, you can delete some photos of me, half of them are duplicates” you chuckle, leah looks at you offendedly, “excuse me? they are all different” she scoffs, flicking between two nearly identical photos while pointing out little differences.

“babe, that’s the same picture” you laugh brightly, leah stifles her own laugh, “it is not! god, just break up with me then, you awful woman, can’t even have a picture of my wife in my phone without you on my ass” she grins,

“wife? i don’t remember you proposing?” you tease, “in due time, my girl” she smiles, kissing you breathlessly until you were completely flushed in the face.

“here, i’ll help you delete some photos,” you hold your hand out for her phone and she holds it instead, “you delete a single one and i’ll really break up with you” she mocks, you gasp offendedly

“i’m wounded” you pout, she makes quick work of fixing it with a kiss, “kissed it better” she grins, squeezing your thigh gently as your head fell to her shoulder.

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omg ok ok ok, I love your Sirius, so, I'm wondering if you could write a sirius x fem!reader who is maybe the grumpy to his sunshine? he's the one who is always super flirty and outgoing and the life of the party, and she would sort of rather die but begrudgingly puts up with it for him? OH but maybe one day she has a bad day and he gets to see a softer side of her 🥹 IDK idk I'm too excited to request this is so bad sorry my love xoxoxoxo kisses for youuuu

I am *living* for this okay. l i v i n g. because Sirius is my sunshine to my grumpy. I am the grumpy reader. okay let’s do this baby. kiss kiss kiss yoooou <3

Opposites attract right? At least that’s what others seemed to deem as the explanation for your relationship. Sirius was in a category all his own as far as you were concerned, but that category was nearly the opposite of where people would place you. Sirius was a people person, it came so easily to him it was like he never even had to try. It annoyed you to no fucking end when you first met him.

Being a descendent of the most noble and ancient House of Black had its advantages. Like incredibly sharp cheekbones, beautiful alabaster skin that contrasted perfectly with onyx locks and eyes so deep and blue you could drown in them. Sirius exuded this energy that seemed to pull people towards him; like he had his own force field. He could walk into a room and everything shifted, like he breathed extra life into the area and everyone was desperate to live.

Most people when asked about you would say you were…short-tempered. Your housemates tended to steer clear of your presence. Which was fine with you because you were easily annoyed by most of them. Ravenclaws were known for being know-it-alls and truthfully you found it rather repugnant. Thankfully you had Pandora as company. Usually her overly sweet demeanor would drive you insane, but you knew more than the rest. Being a Rosier sorted into Ravenclaw essentially meant she was the black sheep of her family. But that seemed to be your soft spot.

Pandora would tease that this was why you started falling for Sirius. Despite your more grumpy demeanor, you were never quite as grumpy when it came to Sirius. Hearing the ins and outs of what was going on over breaks from Pan made you want to take care of him.

The first time Sirius brought you around the rest of the marauders it was not without sideways glances. “Er, Pads, you seemed to have picked up a shadow,” James nodded towards your frame just behind Sirius. “Sod off, Potter,” you’d grumbled, Sirius’s palm big and flat against your back moving in slow circles. “S’alright love, he’s just teasing. Be nice, Prongs or she’ll hex you into next week and I won’t be able to stop her.”

“Not that you’d try to stop her, would ya mate. I’m Remus, but all these miserable gits call me Moony,” Remus gave a small fingered wave as he plopped onto the couch ceremoniously. He would eventually turn into the one that’d help you gang up on Sirius, if ever needed.

On this particular night, though, you were feeling just…down. It wasn’t often you felt like this, despite outward appearances. However when this feeling did hit you, there was only one person that could fully get you out of it. You knew that the Gryffindors were having their annual Halloween party. Which meant if you wanted to find Sirius that’s where he’d be.

You had of course agreed to come to the party ages ago; much to do with Sirius begging and pouting his pretty pink lips and sucking you in with his pretty blue eyes. Sirius had insisted that costumes were required, “Even for an angel like yourself” which earned him a particularly large eye roll. Thus, you threw on some fishnet tights and a black minidress with your signature black boots. Atop your head a small pair of black cat ears, thanks to Pandoras charm work.

She was dressed as an actual angel, charmed halo floating above her nearly white blonde locks. Any muggle would think they were truly hallucinating if they would have seen her. You greeted the fat lady with the password, “Hiddlypunks,” and she swung open. Within the first few steps one would be none the wiser. But two steps into the commonroom and the barrier was broken, music and singing and murmuring filling the room.

“Drinks yes? Please yes,” you nodded at Pandora who found her way to to the drink table to create what you were hoping were very strong concoctions. You didn’t need to look around in order to find him. That magnetic pull leading you closer and closer until you heard the boisterous laugh of Sirius Black. You were quiet in your approach, not drawing any attention to yourself on purpose. Even though you yearned for his touch you knew how much he enjoyed entertaining and didn’t want to interrupt.

Remus spots you of course, the observant bastard. He throws a playful wink in your direction; you responding with a middle finger and a forced smile. Sirius is in the middle of recalling “a truly amazing play, great play” from the last quidditch match, but Remus’s low chuckle from your display of affection towards him causes your boyfriend to turn around in search of who could have possibly pulled attention away from him.

His furrowed brows disperse as you catch his sights and smile lights his face, “Well, hello there, Kitten.” You give a weak smile in response, “Hi Siri.” His brows are furrowed once more. The others try to greet you but immediately you’re swept away to a farther corner of the room. Sirius swirls his wand around you both, muttering a quick muffliato, coating you both in silence. “Okay, out with it what’s wrong?” Sirius’s hands were laid gently on your waist, head dipped down to force your avoidant eyes to keep contact with his. “Come now, pet. You know I can’t do anything without knowing what’s wrong,” he urged, giving your waist a small squeeze.

You met his eyes and yours immediately began to brim with tears. In an instant Sirius has engulfed you, one hand grasping your head and holding you close to his chest while the other wraps around your back, squeezing you as close to him as possible and hoping the pressure of his pull is soothing. His heart breaks ever so slightly at the muffled sobs against him. Your emotions seem to be everywhere but embarrassment is toping the list as you begin to pull away, aggressively wiping your face with the heel of your palms, hoping no one but Sirius is noticing you in this state.

"I-I'm sorry Siri, 've just..." you trailed off, choked breaths causing your intake of air to stutter. Sirius's touch has yet to cease, one hand cupping your cheek gently while the other finds solace in the dip of your waist, "Rough day, love?" You nod once, looking to the ceiling and willing any tears to fall back into your head instead of trailing down your face. "Alright, let's go," his head tilts towards the spiral staircase that would lead to his dorm.

You sniffle quickly, shaking your head, "N-no, I'll be okay. I'm not going to take you away from the party, Siri. Not gonna steal you from your friends like that." Sirius can't help but scoff, "Fuck my friends." You laugh a little at his brashness and the sound makes Sirius grin again, "There you are, love." He takes a quick peek over his shoulder, "Now. Let's just go tell the others we're going up, Remus will make sure we're left alone for a good few hours then, hmm?"

You nod, agreeing, knowing that there's no use in arguing with Sirius when he's made up his mind. His fingers laced with yours and the cool feeling of his rings are such a contrast the the heat in your body that it's calming. He gives your hand an extra squeeze as you approach the group. You decide to try and stay hidden behind Sirius, almost burying your face against his shoulder blade, barely peeking one eye out to see the others.

Sirius explains that he's feeling tired and wants to go back to the room with you. James does not look convinced in the slightest. He looks even more confused by your seemingly shy and reserved demeanor. He doesn't think he's ever seen you look so...vulnerable. Remus is the only person you make eye contact with and he gives you a simple wink and a nod. The reassurance from the smallest action making you sigh in relief.

It's almost like Sirius can feel you relax slightly, turning to you and asking if you're ready to go. You give a feeble nod and a shy wave to the others, most of which look a little skeptical but say no protests in return.

When you make it to his dorm Sirius immediately goes to his trunk, pulling out his favorite concert tee and handing it to you. You take off your outfit slowly, pulling his shirt over your head and letting it consume you, the additional scent of Sirius now enveloping your body and adding to your relief. Sirius changes himself and then pulls back the duvet, "In you go, pet."

You oblige, going and getting comfortable on your back. Sirius climbs in after you, crawling over your form and placing two soft kisses on either apple of your cheek before giving you the most gentle yet firm kiss. He rests his head against yours, asking you almost in a whisper, "D'you wanna talk about it?"

"No," your response so soft it would've been missed had it not been only you two in the room, "Will you just...lay on me?" Sirius kissed you softly once more, scooching down just enough to lay his head on your chest. He wrapped his arms around you, relaxing himself and allowing his full weight to now lay on top of you. The weight of your boyfriend was the grounding you needed, your breathing now finally able to even out.

[livvymd]

hey girll im literally obsessed with your writing so I was hoping if maybe (if you aren't busy and are taking requests 😭😭) could you do a fic with anyone of your choice where they mumble I love you while they're asleep next to the reader and the reader hears and brings it up the next morning?

omg wait i literally love this but i dont know who to pick... ill just do more than one person HELPP. im afraid i didnt cook with this one

Quiet Confessions.

INCLUDES; arthurtv, chrismcdonald, george clarke. (in like seperate story things btw)

CHRISMD;

It had been a long day of recording and laughing, and by the time you both got into bed, you were ready to just relax. The warmth of your shared flat surrounded you, with the dim light of the bedside lamp flickering gently. Chris had a way of making everything feel more comfortable, and tonight was no different. He pulled you close, his arm draped around you as he snuggled in, his steady breathing soon becoming the background noise of your thoughts.

You were just about to slip into sleep when you heard it—soft, low, and barely above a whisper.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat. You turned your head slightly to look at Chris. He was still asleep, his face relaxed in the way it always was when he was dreaming. His breathing had remained even, completely unaware of the words he had just said.

You lay there, wide awake for a moment longer than you wanted to admit, letting the words sink in. It was so simple, yet hearing him say it in his sleep, completely unguarded, felt special in a way that made you smile.

You decided to let it go, figuring he wouldn't even remember in the morning. But the feeling lingered as you eventually drifted off, holding that sweet moment close.

The morning came, and the sunlight filtering through the curtains made the room feel warm and inviting. You were already awake, quietly watching Chris as he slept, his hair messy and his face calm. You couldn’t resist the smile that tugged at your lips, remembering what had happened the night before.

Chris began to stir, stretching out with a quiet groan as he woke up. His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his head to meet your gaze, giving you a sleepy smile. “Morning, love,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, trying to keep your tone casual. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty well,” he mumbled, still half in dreamland. “You?”

“I slept alright,” you said, pausing just for a moment, letting the silence build. “Except I heard something interesting last night.”

Chris blinked at you, a sleepy frown forming. “What? What did I say?”

You smirked slightly, leaning closer. “You were talking in your sleep.”

His eyes widened slightly. “What? Seriously?”

You nodded, your grin spreading wider. “Yeah, you said ‘I love you.’”

Chris froze. His face turned a shade of red as he stared at you, clearly startled. “I... I did?”

You laughed softly at his reaction, loving how flustered he looked. “Yeah, you did. You know, I’m not complaining or anything... just wasn’t expecting to hear that while you were asleep.”

Chris ran a hand through his messy hair, looking embarrassed. “I didn’t—didn't mean to say it out loud, but...” He shrugged and gave you a cheeky grin. “Well, I do love you, you git.”

You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “I love you too, you doofus.”

He chuckled, the red in his cheeks fading as he pulled you into a tight hug. “Guess that’s one secret I can’t keep, huh?”

“Nope,” you teased. “And I’ll be holding it over your head from now on.”

“Good,” he whispered into your hair, his arms tightening around you. “Just don’t expect me to stop saying it anytime soon.”

GEORGE CLARKE;

It had been one of those long days where everything seemed to blend together, but the quiet, comfortable moments in your shared flat made it all worth it. You and George had been lounging on the couch, exchanging stories and laughter, until eventually, the exhaustion from the day caught up with both of you. By the time you finally found yourselves in bed, it was clear that both of you were ready to settle in for a peaceful night.

You lay on your side, your head resting against the pillow, while George snuggled up behind you, his arm draping over you, pulling you closer. His warmth surrounded you, the rhythmic sound of his breathing already starting to soothe your tired mind. There was something so peaceful about his presence, so natural, as if everything in the world just made sense when he was this close.

You felt yourself relaxing, your eyelids growing heavy as you snuggled deeper into his embrace. The comfort of his arms around you made sleep come easy, and you began to drift off.

But just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt George shift, his face pressing against your chest, his warm breath brushing against your skin. You smiled softly, about to drift away when you suddenly heard it—so quiet, so soft, it almost sounded like a dream.

“I love you.”

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. You carefully looked down at him, but George was completely out cold, his face buried in your chest, breathing evenly and unaware of the words he’d just whispered. His arm tightened around you as he subconsciously snuggled in closer, oblivious to the confession he had just mumbled in his sleep.

You felt warmth spread through you, a small smile tugging at your lips as you stayed still, savoring the moment. It was so simple, so honest, yet hearing him say it without any hesitation—without any walls up—made your chest feel light.

Eventually, sleep claimed you too, the memory of his whispered confession lingering in your mind.

Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. You were already awake, lying in George’s arms, watching him sleep peacefully. His hair was a bit messy, his face relaxed in that soft, innocent way he had when he was truly at rest. You couldn’t help but smile, remembering what had happened the night before.

George stirred a little, stretching with a groggy groan before slowly blinking his eyes open. His gaze met yours, and a sleepy smile tugged at his lips. “Morning, love,” he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, your tone light, though you couldn’t resist the teasing glint in your eyes. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” he mumbled, still half out of it. “Pretty comfortable.” He yawned, snuggling closer to you. “You?”

“Not bad,” you said, giving him a little smile. “Though... I heard something interesting last night.”

His eyes blinked slowly, trying to focus. “Huh? What do you mean?”

You leaned in a little, your lips just brushing against his ear as you whispered, “You were talking in your sleep.”

George’s eyes widened, and his cheeks immediately turned a soft pink. “I... I was?”

You nodded, trying to keep your tone casual, though you couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, you said ‘I love you.’”

George froze for a moment, then looked up at you, his face now a full shade of red. “Wait... what? I did?”

You smirked, the playful tease taking over. “Yeah, you did. It was really sweet... though I wasn’t expecting to hear it while you were asleep.”

He ran a hand through his messy hair, looking utterly flustered. “I didn’t... mean to say that out loud. I swear, I was asleep!”

You chuckled softly, the sound warm and affectionate. “It’s alright. It was nice to hear, even if you didn’t mean it. You’ve got a habit of being sweet when you're half asleep.”

George grinned sheepishly, shrugging slightly. “Well... I do love you, you know. Even when I’m awake.” He kissed your cheek, his grin turning into a mischievous smirk. “I just didn’t mean to let it slip when I was snoozing.”

You smiled, leaning in to peck him on the lips. “I love you too, you dork.”

He pulled you closer, burying his face in your hair as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. “Guess I’ve got no secrets left, huh?”

“Nope,” you teased, resting your head on his chest. “But I’ll hold this one over your head for a while.”

“Good,” he whispered into your hair, his arms tightening around you. “I like it when you’ve got leverage over me.”

ARTHUR TV;

The evening had been a perfect blend of relaxation and fun—after a long day of filming, the two of you had settled on the couch, talking about random things, laughing at inside jokes, and generally just enjoying each other’s company. You'd eventually migrated to bed, comfortable and tired, your body relaxing into the warmth of the blankets.

You lay on your back, arms stretched out, while Arthur, always the snugly one, had curled up against you. His head rested gently on your chest, right above your stomach, and you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair as you both settled in. The soft rise and fall of his breath against your skin was calming, and soon, you felt your own eyelids growing heavier.

Just as you were drifting off to sleep, you heard it—his voice, quiet and muffled, almost as if he were speaking in his sleep.

“I love you…” The words were simple, but the way he said them felt so pure, so unguarded.

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat. You looked down at him, but his face was relaxed, eyes closed, breathing still steady. He was completely unaware of what he'd just said. His head rested comfortably against you, and he shifted just slightly, snuggling in closer.

You smiled softly, your hand still resting on his head as you let out a quiet sigh. The intimacy of the moment felt so special—how easily he could express his feelings without realizing it. You knew Arthur was a sentimental person, but hearing it in this moment, without him even being conscious of it, made it even more meaningful.

A few moments passed, and you heard him again, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love you…”

It was almost like a soft reassurance, a gentle reminder of the love he held for you. His face nuzzled further into your chest as he unconsciously sought out more comfort, his arm tightening a little around your waist. It was a tender, innocent moment that you wanted to hold onto forever.

You let yourself fall into a peaceful sleep, the sound of his soft breaths and his whispered words echoing in your heart.

Morning came gently, with soft sunlight filtering through the window. You awoke before Arthur, watching him as he slept soundly on your chest, his hair a messy tangle from a night of cuddling. The smile on your lips grew as you remembered his sweet words from the night before.

He stirred after a few minutes, letting out a sleepy groan as he stretched, his arms reaching above his head. His eyes slowly opened, meeting yours with a half-awake gaze. A sleepy grin spread across his face as he whispered, “Morning…”

“Morning,” you replied, trying to keep your voice casual, though a playful grin tugged at your lips. “How’d you sleep?”

Arthur let out a lazy hum, his hand moving to rest against your waist. “I slept well. Really well, actually.” He smiled, his eyes still not fully open. “What about you?”

You hesitated for just a moment, your heart racing a little with excitement. “I slept fine. But you, on the other hand…”

Arthur blinked up at you, his brow furrowing slightly. “What do you mean? Did I snore or something?”

You chuckled softly, leaning down to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “No, not that... but you were talking in your sleep.”

His eyes widened in confusion, and he pulled himself up slightly, looking at you more attentively now. “Really? What did I say?”

You kept your tone light and teasing, not wanting to give him the full picture just yet. “You said ‘I love you’... twice.”

Arthur blinked, clearly caught off guard. His cheeks flushed with an adorable shade of pink, and he quickly looked away, running a hand through his messy hair. “I did? I... I didn’t even know I was saying that.”

You smiled at the sight of his embarrassed expression. “You did. It was pretty sweet, actually.”

Arthur chuckled nervously, his hands rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I mean… I do love you. Just didn’t think I’d say it while I was asleep.” He looked at you sheepishly, his eyes softening. “Guess I’m not very good at hiding it, am I?”

You couldn’t help but lean in to kiss him on the cheek, your heart full of warmth. “Nope, you’re not,” you teased. “But I’m not complaining.”

Arthur grinned, clearly relieved, and leaned in to kiss your lips softly. “Good. Because I love you, and I’m not afraid to say it—even if I say it in my sleep.”

You smiled against his lips, pulling him closer into a hug. “I love you too, you dork.”

Arthur’s arms wrapped around you tighter, holding you close as he mumbled, “I’m glad you know it.”

[moonstruckme]

congrats on 7k!! I humbly request ⁶⁾ scraped knees with remus and shy!reader. I loooove a good hurt/comfort fic!!

Same here babe!

cw: mention of blood

Remus Lupin x shy!reader ♡ 503 words

Remus’ eyes catch on your knees the second he opens the door. In fairness, red is the most eye-catching color. 

“Sweetheart.” He feels like the air has been knocked out of him. “What happened to you?” 

“It’s fine,” you say quickly, though your voice is small and you’re chewing your lips so badly Remus worries they might bleed soon too. 

“It’s not fine, you’re bleeding. Come here, come inside.” He ushers you in almost against your will. The way your expression twinges when you walk on your poor battered legs doesn’t escape his notice, but you go where he tells you. 

“I’m sorry, I only meant to bring you back your book.” You fish in your bag, holding it up for him to see. “I just, a biker startled me when I was crossing the street, and I fell…” 

“Oh, dovey,” Remus coos. You look embarrassed. He accepts the book, setting it down on the table before taking you gently by the elbow to lead you down the hall. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry that git ran into you.” 

Your shoulders come up. “It wasn’t really his fault…”

Remus guarantees it was. Even if it wasn’t, he doesn’t care.

“Sit here, darling.” He pats the counter by the sink. 

He can tell the pet names are flustering you, but Remus almost can’t help himself. He just feels for you so terribly, it’s as though all his affection is rising to the surface and he has no control over where it chooses to pour out. Your fault for coming here all sad and injured. You’ve done him in. 

“I don’t mean to keep you,” you say, voice getting smaller as he pulls supplies and bandages from a drawer. 

“You’re not. You’re never keeping me, I’m always happy to see you. Well,” he amends, “in the future, I’d prefer to see you whole and unharmed, but even so I’ll take what I can get.” He smiles up at you as he crouches in front of your knees. When you return it tentatively, it warms his whole chest. 

He’s gentle as he cleans you up, staying as far from the mess of your knees as he can for the time being and instead taking care of the blood trailing down your shins. You watch him silently, that poor lip of yours still trapped between your teeth. Remus decides that he has to pick his battles. 

“Sorry, this might sting.” You tense despite his warning, taking a quiet breath in through your nose. Remus has the urge to kiss you all over. “I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry,” you giggle wetly. You look terribly shy, your shoulders nearly up to your ears. “I don’t know why I got so surprised.” 

“You’re pretty torn open,” he says. “I’m sure it hurts.” 

“It’s not so bad.” 

Remus tsks, indulging himself in a kiss to the unhurt skin beside your knee. “Poor love,” he murmurs to himself. 

You hide your face in your hands.

[81pastrys]

Behind the Interview

Summary— Franco noticed one interviewer during every race and decided they should meet up outside the paddock

Warnings— smut ; wall sex ; pulling out (practice safe sex pls) ; no foreplay ; no aftercare mentioned

A/N— more spice coming up after this 🙂‍↕️

Franco One Shots

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws @dollywons

Request— Franco flirting with interviewer!reader… he ends up taking her home and they basically go at it. The whole time he is whispering in her ear as he mercilessly pounds into her - 🐎

Franco was a flirt, every female interviewer knew that. She didn’t think he could have any effect on her. Well when she was a baby interviewer, Vettel got to her. At the ripe age of 18 he had her on her knees at the interview stands. Could’ve been the immaturity and daddy issues, but he did.

Nothing ever actually happened with Vettel, he was just a flirty little git. Franco however was her age range of dating and had seemed to have taken a liking to her.

“Ahh my favorite interviewer!” He would say, at some point dying down the suck up and calling her Spanish pet names. “There’s mi amor.” He said today and had her fumbling the interview completely.

Her cheeks burning and waving him off to someone else. He pouted at her and tilted his head with a playful smirk. “I’m too flustered, move on.” She giggled. He smiled hard and winked before moving to the next interviewer.

Near the end of the day, she was walking towards the exit and Franco caught her. She blushed and looked up at him. “Here’s my number querida.” He whispered, slipping a piece of ripped paper in her hand. Her breath hitched and he sneakily placed a kissed on her forehead, jogging back to do other duties.

She returned to her hotel and hesitated adding the contact to her phone. Doing other things before finally texting the number with a cheeky text. She was not disappointed when she did, immediately getting a response. She rushed out her hotel and made her way to his.

She had undone her look already, no makeup, messy bun, pajamas— but who’s Franco to care? She knocked and when he answered he had the same smirk as before. “So beautiful.” He whispered under his breath. She went red as always and he wasted no time grabbing her waist, pulling her in for a kiss.

It got heated quickly and he pinned her to the wall closest to the door. “You really had me flustered today.” She said seductively. He chuckled and kissed her neck, allowing a breathy moan to escape her lips. “Fuck.”

Clothes were discarded and they got straight to the point, agreeing on pulling out in the heat of the moment. “You always look so hot in the media pen, with your face all red and stuttering on words.” He whispered in her ear.

He lined himself up and she moaned out, leaning her head on the wall. “Only for you.” She breathed. Her eyes scrunched closed and her mouth hung open as he thrusted in. Her nails digging into his shoulders.

He started slow, allowing her tight walls to hug him before pounding into her. “Stuttering, just like for my interviews huh?” He teased. His pace relentless. He hooks an arm under her thigh and wraps it around him, the angle perfect to hit a sensitive spot inside her.

“Right there, oh fuck Franco!” She moaned. She was panting as his hips kept a steady rhythm. They share a sloppy kiss as he thrusts harder into her.

“Right there? Am I making you feel good cariño?” He whispered. She nodded feverishly as he kept on bouncing her up and down the wall onto his cock. “You’re going to remember this next interview aren’t you? Then let me fuck you after?” He questioned. She groaned at his words.

“Yes, yes please I’m so close!” She screamed out at a particularly harder thrust. How could someone so young be so experienced? He coaxed her closer by rubbing her clit in small circles and she began shaking under his touch.

“Dios mio, you’re so tight mi amor.” He smirked as she got tighter from her orgasm. He slowed his merciless pace and pulled out, his cum coating her thigh. He kissed her again, holding her figure upright against the wall.

“That was amazing.” She said. They got cleaned up and he check the hall for any straggler drivers or people who might know them. She left and he smacked her ass on the way out. Her phone buzzing with a text as she stepped in a taxi. ‘Can’t wait to see you again mi amor’ -Colapinto

Spicy, spicy

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Hi lovely!! Firstly I want to say I love your works 🥰🥰 always happy to see someone keeping the poly!marauders tag alive! Could I request poly!marauders with fem!reader who just got her wisdom teeth out? Or some sort of procedure where they’re under anesthesia I’m not picky 😭😭 it’s always so cute to see reader all loopy and their bfs like “she’s so cute I want to eat her 😍”

Feel free to ignore this if you don’t vibe with it!! Love you loads 🎀

Thank you so much baby! I relate to this so much because in the two ish weeks I wasn't posting I actually got mine out! Love you loads as well! fem!reader x poly!marauders.

cw: surgery, pain meds, anesthesia

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“C'mon, sweet thing. Let’s get you inside.” James coaxed, gently. He was basically holding you up as you stumbled over the threshold of your home, still spacey from the anesthesia and pain medicine. 

“W- we’re home!” You slurred, muffled by the gauze in the back of your mouth. You tried to struggle free from James’ grasp, but he held fast to your arm. He was far stronger than you in typical circumstances, but in your inebriated state it was like a bunny trying to tug on an elephant. 

“Easy, love.” Remus chided, placing the hand that wasn’t holding your prescriptions on your shoulder. 

“I can do it myself.” You pulled against your boyfriends’ hold again, missing Sirius' lovingly annoyed expression in your determination.

“I’m sure you can, baby.” Sirius placated. “But then you would be denying us the pleasure of helping you. Don’t be mean and let us help you, yeah?” He rubbed up and down your arm through your thick sweater. 

“I wasn’t trying to be mean.” You said, voice wobbling with misery. Remus avoided the strong urge to swat his boyfriend. 

“You’re never mean lovie,” James cut his eyes to Sirius before fixing you with an awfully kind look. “Pads is just being a git, yeah?” He encouraged you to lie down on the bed.

“He’s not a git!” You shot back. “I love him!” Sirius thought he could cry from fondness on the spot. 

“Aw, I love you too, baby.” He knelt down to stroke your hair and resisted the urge to kiss your swollen cheeks. James helped you under the covers while Remus set the bag of care supplies on the dresser. You made grabby hands at Sirius, trying to pull him on top of you. (sober you would die before being that blatant in wanting)

“Gentle, dovey. You’re fragile right now, don’t hurt yourself” Remus gently scolded. 

“B- but I wanna cuddle!” You whined. James wondered if your words right now were just your internal thoughts all the time, he kind of hoped they were. Sirius gently moved you over enough for him to crawl in, holding you to lie on your back while he wrapped his arms around you. Remus was still by the dresser, reading the instructions again and setting out your medications. James leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. 

“Thank you for doing this.” He whispered, stroking the taller boy's hair. 

“Don’t mention it. I just know when she wakes again she is going to feel awful.” Remus winced. 

“She’s a trooper, though.” James added. “Remember they had to wheel me to the car when I got mine taken out. I also sobbed the whole way home and had a death grip on Pads so much he had bruises.” He recalled from his operation. 

“Yeah, you were a big baby, huh?” Remus teased. 

“Exactly,” Sirius piped up, holding onto your now sleeping form. You were out cold, some of the meds still clearly in your system. “At least she’s a cute baby.” 

“Oi! You said I was cute!" James said furiously. 

“You were, love. You always are.” Remus said, cheeks flaming. James sighed, looking at you. 

“She’s so precious I could eat her.” He said, lovelorn. 

“Don’t think she’s gonna want that for a while, Prongs.” Sirius teased, still stroking your arms and hair.

“Get your mind out of the gutter!” James scolded, walking over to the bed and flopping down on your other side, Remus close on his tail. He kissed your head chastely, steering clear from any sore areas. You stirred in your sleep, not discontentedly, but rather reveling in their hold.

Your boyfriends didn’t know if they could survive this amount of fondness, but they weren’t complaining.

[desideriumwriter]

i'm thinking about an angry love confession in the quidditch pitch with either of the twins. while it's raining. PLEASE

(also i'm loving anyone but you, i can't wait for the next chapter 😭)

you are a saint for this request, i love you. i live for the dramatics. take this as an apology for the other love confession blurb <3 oh and more aby is on its on its way i pinkyyyy promise!

wc: 761

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You were pissed. You’d come out all the way to the Quidditch Pitch by yourself to watch Fred practice, just because he asked you to. Only to end up disappointed and rained on.

Oliver was nice enough today to end practice shorter than usual due to the sudden heavy rain.

Already soaked enough from the run you had to make from the spot you were sitting on the bleachers to underneath them, you crossed your arms as you waited for Fred to get done talking with Angelina.

Soon they parted ways, Angelina stroking his arm as he walked away. The scowl on your face didn’t go unnoticed by Fred once he turned to you.

“You okay?” He walked up to you, broom still in hand and a smile still on his face from whatever humorous conversation he was having.

“Why do you even bother asking me here if you’re just gonna gawk at Angelina the entire time?” You muttered, looking at the wet grass.

“I don’t gawk at her.” Fred scoffed in disbelief. “What’s going on?” He lowered his chin, trying to get a look at your face.

“Whatever, I’m going back to the castle.” You shrugged, arguing with him was like talking to a wall.

“I- What’s the matter with you?” He grimaced, dropping his broom and following you as you went out into the rain. You didn’t respond, only muttering something about wanting to get back to your room.

“Hey, come on, stop. You’re acting all strange.“ Fred grabbed your shoulder, you shrugged him off.

“I’m not gonna let you walk all the way back alone in the rain, you know? You’re worrying me.” He grabbed your shoulder again, this time you whipped around angrily.

“Why do you care? Why don’t you go and continue on flirting with Angelina?” Your words were spilling out your mouth with no control, pure jealousy was spewing out of you.

“Where’s all this come from? What’s your problem?” Fred stuttered a bit, clearly taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“This! This is my problem!” You went on, tearing your hood off your head. Your robes were completely soaked now and doing no help to shield you from the rain.

“I show up to your practices and games every single time you ask, I watch and I wait for you, just for you to go straight over to her!” You exclaimed.

“I’ve been trying to get you to figure it out but you're always busy with your pranks and practice and- and her!” Your voice wavered, yet you were too angry to feel embarrassed yet.

“I thought maybe you’d notice, maybe you’d see, but I can’t keep waiting and hoping while you’re off with someone else! And if I could just tell you then maybe you’d realize!” You blurted out. You were praying the raindrops hitting would disguise the tears that had begun to fall from your eyes.

“Then tell me! What is it?” Fred huffed, frustration in his tone.

You opened your mouth but only a shaky breath came out. You were hesitant and holding back, knowing that if you told him everything between you would go one of two ways.

“Come on, tell me what this big issue is! What?” He pushed one more time, causing you to break.

“I’m in love with you, you git! That’s what!” You yelled, voice slightly cracking. Fred’s face dropped.

The truth was laid bare and the both of you were silent, the pouring rain around you working as ambient noise.

"Say something," you hoarsely whispered. "Please say something." You tried to steady your heaving breath and racing heart, but Fred’s face didn’t help at all.

You felt like an idiot. You closed your eyes, wishing you could go back and have this never happen.

You were ripped out of your self-dwelling once two hands cupped your face and pulled you in. His lips are on yours, the coldness of the rain is replaced by the warmth of his skin, and you absolutely melt into it.

Once you finally broke apart, Freds hands still remained holding your face, making him look at you, his expression had shifted to a softer look.

“I don’t want Angelina, I want you.” His voice was gentle, “She doesn't compare to you. No one does.” He kissed you again, leaving you breathless.

“I don’t understand, if you felt the same, why didn’t you say anything?” You stammered, this was honestly the last thing you expected.

“I didn’t really think you'd be interested in a git like me.” He smiled and shrugged.

tell me what you thought!

[marauder-misprint]

For the new years prompts- sirius and the friend kissing one except maybe throw some good old jealousy angst in there? Like maybe reader comes to the party either with someone or with the hopes of convincing a specific someone to be their new years kiss- only for that plan to backfire and maybe that person either isn't interested or they're with a date or something- so sirius swoops in and is like you know what you really wanted this so let's just do it for fun (but in reality he's head over heels for reader and is screaming in joy on the inside)

Hehehehe I did some cute lil fluff with a hint of jealousy angst. Thank you for the request ❤︎ ❤︎

prompts

A midnight kiss

Sirius Black x Fem!!reader

1.4k words

cw: fluff, two (2) swears, smoking

The Marauders’ New Year’s Eve party is already in full swing by the time you arrive. You know you’re late, and not in the fashionable sense. From outside, you can hear the music pulsing. It only gets louder as you open the door, entering a living room that’s packed with familiar faces. You immediately see your friends and head over to them.

“You made it!” Lily exclaims loudly to be heard over the music. 

She pulls you into a tight hug.

“Is… he here?” you say into her ear. 

You would’ve whispered it but decided against it, given the volume of the room and the smell of alcohol on her breath. She pulls back, nodding eagerly. She spins you around, leaning on your for support, and spots across the room. 

Amos Diggory is attempting to talk to a girl you recognized but didn’t know the name of. You don’t like how she keeps leaning in closer to him. Out of nowhere, his arm is around her shoulders as he leans in closer to her face. You turn away before you can see too much.

“Did they come together?” you ask Lily.

“No. He came in with a few other guys.”

You nod and scan the rest of the room. You decide you need a little bit of liquid courage if you’re going to try to pull Amos away from the girl as it got closer to midnight. You give Lily a smile and squeeze her shoulder before going to find the drink table.

You don’t notice Marlene disappear from Lily’s side as you walk away. Marlene made her way to the back patio, where Sirius was smoking his way through a pack of cigarettes. 

“She was just late, you git,” she says, leaning her head out the door. 

Sirius turns his head briefly. He had jumped through several hoops to absolutely ensure that you would be at their party. You were friends with Lily, Marlene and the rest of the girls, but you had other friends. Sirius had talked to James and Remus, who in turn carefully asked the girls about your plans, if you had any. With a little bit of finessing, the boys convinced the girls to get you to the party. So when you hadn’t shown up, Sirius’ heart sank.

“She’s here? Like now?” 

His hand rests near his leg. He’d drop his cigarette the moment Marlene confirmed your presence. 

“Yeah,” Marlene says with an annoyed breath. “That’s what I said, innit?” 

The cigarette falls from his hand and he squashes it under his boot. He immediately goes for the door, but Marlene is still standing in his way.

“You should know, ah, don’t shoot the messenger, but she’s hoping to kiss Diggory at midnight.”

The hopeful smile that had been on his face moments earlier is gone. He had gone through all that work to get you here and you had your eyes on a different guest? He shakes his head in disbelief. 

“What could she possibly see in that bastard?” 

Marlene shrugs as she moves out of the way to let Sirius back into the house. He feels that he needs to find you. He needs to get you under his arm for the countdown to midnight. He weaves through all the people in James’ house. He finds Lily first, but she lost sight of you when you went to get a drink and now she’s looking for James. You’re not at the drink table when Sirius gets there. He regrets not asking Marlene what you were wearing, at least that would’ve made it semi-easier to spot you. 

You aren’t trying to avoid Sirius. You don’t even know that he’s looking for you. Clutching your drink tight to your chest in between sips, you mill around the party. You never stand in one spot for too long. You know you know people at the party, but there’s no one to dance with and without Lily, Marlene or even Mary in sight, you have no one to talk to. So you keep walking and nursing your drink. You don’t even realize you finished it until you go to take a sip and come away with nothing. You circle back to the drink table and you’re suddenly not thirsty any more.

Amos is busy shoving his tongue down the girl’s throat just a few steps away. 

“Get a fucking room,” you mumble to yourself as you turn away.

You feel your face burning, but you don’t care. No one’s watching you. You push through the crowd. There’s nothing you want more right now than a little bit of space and maybe some quiet. You end up in the kitchen, taking deep breaths and leaning over the island with your head in your hands.

“Hey, you okay?” 

You’d know that voice anywhere. Sirius. 

“Yeah. Fine. Just need a breather.” 

He doesn’t believe you. He had finally spotted you when you returned for your drink, and then he saw what you saw. He would be lying if he said there was a part of him that was happy Amos was already kissing someone else. Sirius leans over the island from the other side, hoping you’ll look up at him.

“I’d have to be daft to believe that you’re fine. What’s wrong, pretty girl?” 

You do look up at Sirius. It’s more for the pet name than his concern. You don’t think you’re close enough with him to warrant being called ‘pretty girl.’ You sigh. The look of concern on his face feels genuine and what would it hurt?

You wave toward the kitchen door that separated you two from the rest of the party.

“Just saw the guy I was hoping would be my midnight kiss necking with someone. No biggie.”

“You’re with a bloke and he’s snogging someone else?” Sirius asks with a raised eyebrow, feigning ignorance. He knew you weren’t dating Amos. 

You chuckle at the question. 

“No, Black. We’re not, me and the guy, we’re not together. I’m just a hopeful. … Thought it’d be fun or something… I don’t know.”

“Nothing wrong with being hopeful,” Sirius says. 

If there was, he’d be in deep trouble, he thinks.

“Do you want someone to kiss? At midnight?” Sirius asks.

“Would it be bad if I did?” you say with a laugh as you bite the inside of your lip. “Always thought it’d be romantic or something. Ring in the new year right…”

“I know I’m not whoever you were hoping for, but I don’t have anyone to kiss. So if you want, we could. For fun, or something, you know?” 

You take his expression in. There’s a smirk on his face in the most classic Sirius fashion. Frankly, you’re surprised that he didn’t have anyone lined up, although you suppose he might be the kind to usually just grab whoever is nearest. You nod slowly.

“Yeah. That’d be… nice. Thanks, Sirius.”

The smirk shifts into a wide smile. 

“Don’t go far then.”

You and Sirius both turn to leave the kitchen when the count down chant begins. For a reason you can’t explain, you stay in the kitchen, not trying to join the rest of the party. Sirius wraps his arm around your waist and you stare up into his grey eyes. The numbers seem to echo distantly. They still register in your brain though. 

When the voices from outside yell ‘Happy New Year!,’ Sirius crashes his lips to yours. You know full well that a New Year’s kiss is usually only a moment. A singular second of lips pressed together to celebrate the beginning of a year. But as soon as you felt his lips on yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You don’t pull back. You let your lips move against his. His grip on your waist tightens as he realizes that you’re not pulling back. You think you could’ve stayed like that for a while

But the sound of cheering and yelling from the party roars back to life and the music is playing louder than before. When Sirius pulls away, his eyes search your face for some kind of reaction. While he is more than pleased with how this turned out, he needs to know what you thought.

His features relax when he sees your smile. 

“I think that’s the best way to ring in the new year, yeah?” you breathe. 

“I’d have to agree.”

You gently run a hand down the side of his face. Maybe you’d find yourself next to Sirius more often this year.

[jenosbliss]

Pleaseeee can I request either Jaemin or Johnny and a female reader hurt-comfort using 11,19,25 ? And for a dash of random razzle-dazzle, could it be 7th year Hogwarts au? :D

pairing. fem! ravenclaw reader x slytherin jaemin | genre. fluff, enemies to lovers | wc. 1.2k | warnings. mentions of bullying and reader injures her leg

a/n:: tbh jaemin is such a perfect slytherin! and also ppl need to ship ravenclaws and slyrherin more

The library was supposed to be your sanctuary. Quiet, orderly, and far from the petty rivalries that filled Hogwarts’ halls. But today, it had failed you.

You sat at a corner table, your face burning as you stared at the Potions essay that had been unceremoniously ruined by a flick of Ming Zheng’s wand. He was a smug Slytherin who had made it his personal mission to torment you this year just for his petty amusement.

Zheng’s voice echoed in your ears as you stared at the ink-stained parchment in front of you.

“I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart,” he’d sneered, his entourage laughing as the ink spread like wildfire across your essay. “Guess even your brains couldn’t make up for that handwriting.”

Zheng Yi wasn’t like Jaemin Na, your archnemesis. Jaemin teased you, pushed your buttons, and made your blood boil in ways you secretly enjoyed. But Zheng Yi? He was cruel. Sharp. His insults weren’t playful—they were designed to cut deep.

It wasn’t like you didn’t have a backbone. You’d always stood up to Jaemin, giving back as much as you got. But with Zheng Yi, it was different. Any attempt to fight back would only escalate things, and you couldn’t risk drawing more attention to yourself.

So you avoided him. Kept your head down, swallowed your pride, and let him think he’d won. You hated it—hated him—but you hated the thought of drawing more trouble even more.

The laughter still echoed in your ears as you fought back tears. Zheng had walked off with his entourage before you could muster a response, leaving you feeling small and humiliated. You’d tried to rewrite the essay, but your hands were trembling too much to hold the quill properly.

“Pathetic,” you muttered under your breath, blinking back frustrated tears.

“Isn’t it a bit early in the day for a pity party?” You froze, the low, teasing voice unmistakable.

Looking up, you saw Jaemin leaning against a nearby bookshelf, his emerald-and-silver tie loosened, his smirk firmly in place.

“Go away, Na,” you snapped, though your voice wavered. “I’m not in the mood.”

Jaemin raised an eyebrow but didn’t leave. Instead, he walked over and pulled out the chair across from you, sitting down like he belonged there.

“I saw what happened,” he said, gesturing to your ruined essay. “Zheng’s a git.”

“Since when do you care?” you asked sharply, glaring at him. “I thought you lot stuck together.”

“Maybe I don’t like seeing people like him thinking they’re untouchable. Or maybe…” His voice softened, surprising you. “I just don’t like seeing you like this.”

The sincerity in his tone disarmed you, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say.

“None of that matters now,” Jaemin said, pulling out his wand. Before you could protest, he muttered a quick spell, and the ink stains on your parchment disappeared as if they’d never been there.

“You’re helping me?” you asked, incredulous.

He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t read too much into it, Ravenclaw. I just hate sloppy work. That essay looked half-decent before Zheng wrecked it.”

A small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, smirking again. “Literally. Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.” He was nothing like Zheng.

A few days later, you found yourself facing Zheng in Defense Against the Dark Arts. The moment Professor McAllister paired you with him, your stomach sank. Dueling wasn’t your strong suit, and Zheng knew it. The smirk he gave you before raising his wand made your blood run cold.

At first, you managed to hold your own, dodging his hexes and firing back with as much precision as you could muster. But Zheng was relentless, his attacks growing more aggressive with each passing second.

When his final hex hit, it sent your wand flying out of your hand and you sprawling to the ground. Pain shot through your leg as the impact knocked the wind out of you. The class erupted in murmurs and cheers, but all you could hear was Zheng’s voice.

“Better luck next time, bookworm,” he sneered, stepping closer as if to gloat over your defeat. Before you could respond, another voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding.

“That’s enough.” All eyes turned to Jaemin, who stepped forward with a glare that could have frozen the entire classroom.

Zheng smirked, crossing his arms. “What’s it to you, Na?”

“Why don’t you try competing with her in Transfiguration or Charms? Afraid your stupid ass won’t survive?” Jaemin said, his voice low and cold. He walked past Zheng without another glance, kneeling beside you.

“Can you walk?” he asked gently, his hand already reaching for yours. “I-I think so,” you stammered, though the sharp pain in your leg made you doubt it.

Jaemin frowned, slipping an arm under your shoulders to help you sit up. “We’re not taking any chances.”

“Jaemin, I—”

“Do you trust me?” he interrupted, his dark eyes locking onto yours. You hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Yes.”

Without another word, Jaemin helped you to the hospital wing, his arm steady around you as he shielded you from the prying eyes of your classmates.

In the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey healed your leg quickly, though she insisted you stay seated for a while, but Jaemin stayed by your side long after the matron left to tend to other students.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked finally, breaking the silence.

Jaemin leaned against the wall, his smirk returning. “Maybe I felt bad for you. Or maybe I just wanted an excuse to miss class.”

“Sure,” you said, rolling your eyes, though you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re impossible.”

“True,” he said, stepping closer. His smirk softened as his eyes met yours, something unspoken passing between you. “But Zheng’s an idiot and you don’t deserve to deal with him. You’re better than him. Smarter, stronger—and definitely more fun to mess with.”

A laugh escaped you despite the lingering embarrassment. “Thanks, I guess.”

“Anytime,” Jaemin said, sitting down next to you. His hand reached for yours, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin. The gesture was so gentle, so unlike him, that it left you momentarily speechless.

“You’re supposed to be my enemy,” you teased, though your voice was barely above a whisper. Jaemin smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Guess I’m breaking the rules.” Your cheeks burned, but this time, you didn’t mind.

“Next time Zheng tries anything,” Jaemin added, his tone serious, “tell me. I’ll handle it.” You gave a small laugh, squeezing his hand. “You already did.”

He smiled, his thumb brushing against your cheek now. “Good. But just in case, stick close to me, Ravenclaw. I don’t mind breaking the rules for you.”

As he pulled away, you stared at him, your heart beating a little faster. “Thanks,” you murmured again, squeezing his hand. “Don’t get used to it,” he said with a smirk, though the warmth in his eyes betrayed his words.

You couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, your nemesis wasn't your nemesis anymore.

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[x-reader-theater]

Secret Messages from a Lover

summary: While you're streaming, your boyfriend sends you a message.

pairing: Corpse Husband x Gender Neutral Reader (no pronouns are used.)

word count: 670

warnings: none.

a/n: i really just needed to write something so self-indulgent because god i want this so bad. i figured others want it too. i've been so depressed lately that I just need a little fantasy, you know? my requests are open, and you can find my request rules here.

“God, that video is so fucking funny,” you say, pulling your blanket around your shoulders tighter with one hand while the other brings your patterned tumbler with the sparkly straw up to your mouth, so you can drink your water. Your knees pull further up to your chest, which is easily done in your very spacious gaming chair. “OTV never fucking misses.”

You press a button on your stream deck, switching from the video you were just watching to your face, with chat scrolling in the top left-hand corner. You take another sip from your tumbler and pick out one of the comments passing by, scrolling to stop it from moving as you read it aloud.

“Were you on the newest Fear& episode? I was. QT, Hasan, Will, and I just kinda chatted for a bit. That was a good fucking episode, though,” you say with a grin. “Love those guys. QT especially, she’s fucking hilarious. She makes me laugh so fucking hard whenever I talk to her, even if we disagree on Taylor Swift.”

You keep scrolling back down, so you can keep seeing the comments when another one jumps out at you. “Are you gonna keep streaming? Yeah, chatter, I actually just started before that OTV video. I think Toast is gonna invite me to some Pico Park today? If not, I’ll just play some Valorant or something to pass the time. I gotta git good if I wanna beat, well, anyone,” you admit with a laugh, hiding your shame by taking another drink of water.

You see your phone light up in front of you. It’s a Discord notification, which you quickly check on your second monitor, assuming it’s Toast inviting you to the Discord call.

It’s not. It’s your boyfriend, Corpse.

“You look so cute today babe. You look so cosy wrapped up in your blanket and your smile is so bright. I'll never get tired of seeing it. I love you and have a good stream 🖤”

You feel your cheeks heat up at that, and you take a sip of your water to try and hide your reaction. You haven’t told anyone you're dating Corpse yet, and you have no plans on it any time soon, but he makes you so happy you find it hard not to blurt it out whenever you can.

You send back a bunch of yellow hearts and an “I love you too!!!!!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛”, biting your lip as you type on your very satisfying, clack-y keyboard.

That’s when you get the notification from Toast to join the shared call.

“Ah! Toast’s calling!” you exclaim for the benefit of your audience.

You quickly join the call, the connection sound filling you comfortable, over the ear headphones.

“Hey! What’s up!” you say into the call, getting a couple of “Hey!”’s and “Hello!”’s back.

Then you hear a familiar voice say, “What’s up.”

“Corpse!” You’re grinning at this point as you continue, “I didn't know you were gonna be playing!”

“Uh, yeah. Toast invited me last minute. Surprise?” he says like it’s a bad thing.

“We haven’t played anything together in a while and I saw him online and thought, ‘Fuck it,’ yaknow?” Toast asks and you chuckle.

“Well, it’s good to talk to you again, Corpse,” you say, setting your tumbler down on your desk. He got you that tumbler for your birthday not long ago, and it’s your favourite thing you own. He also got you the blanket that’s wrapped around your shoulders for your six-month anniversary, and it’s the warmest blanket in your house. You always wear it when you stream because the A/C is always blasting.

“It’s good to talk to you too,” you say, shivering as your heart hammers at his words.

You begin loading up Pico Park, just listening to everyone talk to each other, when you get another notification on Discord.

“I love you 🖤” it says.

“I love you too 💛” you reply, smiling into the camera for just a moment, just for him.

[arsenalfanf1]

can I request a smut? if you don't wanna do it you can just ignore me ig, but i'd like something where lando is the one that always gives, he'd rather be the one to give than receive, but one day we're desperate so we basically beg him to sit down and let us suck him up, and when we do that he just becomes a mess, he ends up thrusting into our mouth while whining

You were desperate, you had saw photos of Lando on your timeline and how hot he looked and now all you could think about is pushing him onto the bed and sucking him off until he saw stars.

“Baby I’m home” you heard a voice say, you didn’t even realise the time, he had been out on the track today and had an early morning so this was the first time you would see him. “Hey love” you said meeting him in the kitchen, he had a tight fitting shirt showing off his abs. “I missed you today” you complained “I missed you too but I’m here now” he replied “Saw you showing off on twitter today looking all hot, made me horny” you complained “Sorry love” he kissed your mouth, before moving down to your neck thank god you wore a oversized top today.

He unbutton your jeans but before he could get any further you stopped him “please let me suck you off, all I’ve been thinking about all day please” you didn’t care how desperate you sounded you were desperate “Please sit down let me pleasure you for once” you very rarely got to give him head he would always been the one to pleasure you, he was never a selfish lover.

“I’m never going to say no” he unbuttoned his own jeans pushing them down to his ankles before sitting down on the seat, you had never done anything in the kitchen before thank god you spent the day cleaning it.

You got down on your knees and you pulled down his pants and took out his dick before you started stroking him, he was always hard “I can’t wait to put your cock I’m my mouth” after a couple seconds you felt he was ready, you licked the tip first licking his pre cum, moaning while doing so.

“Fuck we should have done this sooner” you complained. You took as much of him as you could in your mouth, playing with his balls. Lando was a moaning mess, he was so use to being the one giving head, he forgot how much he liked receiving it.

You could tell he was desperate, grabbing your hair and putting it into a ponytail gripping on it. “Fuck you take me so good pretty girl” he moaned out. “As much as I love it if git to fuck your mouth you would like that would you?” He asked already knowing your answer, you just nodded too focused on sucking him off.

He kept a hold of your hair and held you in place so he could thrust into your mouth “Fucking hell baby” he moaned, you had never been so turned on before, you wish you did this earlier.

“Look how pretty and desperate my girl looks” he said all matching with his thrusts. You couldn’t care how desperate you looked you were, you had been thinking about it for so long, he went too deep at times making you gag over his length.

“I’m gonna cum” he moaned out “where do you want it? Tits? Or mouth” he asked letting you reply “mouth” before he thrusted back into your mouth.

He cummed right in your mouth, slowing down his movements, talking about how good you did and how you would definitely do that again soon. “You taste so good baby” you moaned, trying to give him a kiss “no kisses till you brush your teeth I don’t want to taste myself” he complained, instead of fighting it you got up brushed your teeth and even used mouthwash before making your way back over to him to give him a big kiss.

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Soundproof (Or Not)

Remus x F reader

summary: you and remus just can't keep their hands off each other, especially when there's alcohol involved. what happens when you two find an empty room and don't soundproof it?

warnings: oral and penetrative sex, drunk sex, LOUD sex, some slapping (of the ass, nothing else)

y/n: your name

word count: 2.4k

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"... And so as soon as he pulled out his wand -- probably to stun me, that's the only thing he knows how to do -- I gave him antlers on his head. Gave him a little mark of me." James was bragging about his latest vanquishment against Snape, running his hands through his hair and stealing glances at Lily, who just looked at me and rolled her eyes. I myself had been zoning out, staring at the trimming on the window straight ahead of me. It was an almost every day ritual for James to come boasting to someone about how he terrorized Snape that day. The days that he didn't have a story for us were the days that he'd been unsuccessful and Snape had won for the day.

James caught Lily's eye roll and stumbled to save himself, "Er -- but I did take him to Madame Pomfrey's straight after of course, I would never just leave him like that..." he trailed off as Lily stalked away.

"Honestly James, I don't know why you keep thinking that’s going work, we all know it won't impress her." Regulus took a slow sip of his drink and leaned back on the couch, smirking at James, "Also, we all know you would never take Snape to Madame Pomfrey, who do you think you're fooling?"

"Whatever." James sulked over the the table and poured himself another shot of firewhisky.

"What a git." I felt someone throw their arm around me and bury their face in the curve of my neck, and immediately knew who it was. I turned to face my boyfriend, who was grinning drunkenly down at me, "We keep telling him to get over himself, deflate his head a bit if he wants Lily, but he's a lost cause." I pulled Remus down next to me on the couch and gave him a sloppy kiss before holding my drink up to his lips. I was a bit drunk and tipped the cup too fast, and some of it sloshed onto his shirt. He choked on his laugh and pulled back, and then buried his face into my neck once more.

"Oopsie daisy." I giggled and leaned into him, and he gave me a big, fat, wet kiss on my exposed shoulder.

"Euuugh I hate you two." Regulus made a face and judgmentally took a sip from his cup

"Reggieee, you know you looove us." I twirled my finger in a circle at him and leaned towards him, but I leaned too far and ended up falling face first into the couch. Wobbling, I pushed myself up onto my elbows and exaggeratedly batted my eyelashes at Reg, who maintained his cringe but the corner of his eyes crinkled a tad, betraying his amusement.

Remus leaned over me, twirling his finger in a circle at Regulus the way that I had, and sang, "Yeah Reg, I know you're a lover boyyyy, you can't fool meee, I see the way you look at James!" He then proceeded to lose his balance and fall heavily on top of me and I laughed, shoving him back up just enough so I could turn onto my back, facing him.

"Oh, hello gorgeous." Remus's eyes sparkled as he leaned in and kissed me, this time sliding his tongue in so our tongues were dancing.

I heard Reg pretend-retch and felt him push himself off the couch, but I didn't care. I was too drunk to care at this point and I was already making out with Remus, so no point in stopping. I swung my arm around his neck and pulled him even closer to me. I gently bit his lip and felt him harden against my stomach.

He pulled away, breathing heavily, and dove into my neck, running his tongue from my collarbone to right under my throat. I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan.

"You two! Go get a room for Merlin's sake! No one wants to see that!" Sirius materialized next to us and pulled Remus by his shirt off of the couch.

"Hey! You plonker!" Remus shoved Sirius and managed to capture my hand in his and, tripping over his feet, dragged me behind him to the stairs.

Sirius called after us over the cackling of James and Peter, "And please make it soundproof this time! The whole of the common room doesn't need to hear you guys -- again!"

We stumbled into his bedroom, giggling, and as soon as the door shut, Remus slammed me against the door and was all over me. He was back on my neck, kissing it and sucking so hard I knew it was going to leave a mark the next morning, but I didn't care. I moaned loudly and tangled my fingers in his hair, and his hands slid down from my waist to my ass and groped, grinding into me.

"Wait, wait Remus," I wriggled under him and he pulled away immediately, and breathlessly asked, "What's wrong, honey?"

"Nothing, just a second." I pulled my wand from my bun, where I had tucked it for safekeeping, and pointed it backwards at the door, "Silencio! Silencio! Why isn't it working?" Remus laughed and took the wand out of my hand, placing it gently on top of the dresser next to him, "My beautiful girl, that's because the door doesn't talk." He then reached past me and turned the lock with a soft click.

I huffed and rolled my eyes. "Whatever, I don't care, Sirius can deal with it then." I grabbed Remus's shirt and, walked backwards towards the bed, pulling the messy-haired boy with me.

"Dear god, y/n."

I kissed him again and sucked on his neck so that I could leave a mark on him as well. I dropped down onto the bed and slid onto my knees, fumbling with his belt and expertly unbuttoning his jeans. I looked up through my lashes at my very turned on boyfriend, evident by the rock hard length in his pants.

I hooked my finger in the waistband of his briefs and whispered, "Are you hard for me, Remus? Is your cock this hard for me?"

"Yes, y/n, yes, I need you now." I smirked at him a nd pulled his briefs down, revealing his lengthy dick. It sprung up and slapped me on the cheek and I giggled before sliding it into my mouth.

Remus moaned so loudly that I knew anyone would be able to hear us outside the room. I got wetter at his sound and and moaned on him, and I knew the vibrations made his breath catch. He placed his hand on the back of my head, fixated on the way my head was moving up and down along him. He started to slowly move his waist forward, trying to get deeper in, and I welcomed him, opening my throat up to his shaft. I looked up at him the way I knew he liked and his brows scrunched as he got even harder in my mouth.

"Y/n... you drive me insane --" Remus cut himself off with a groan as I pushed his dick deeper down my throat. I choked but continued to push him deeper, eyes watering. His hips were fully jerking into me now, and his fingers had tightened into a fist in my hair. Suddenly, he pulled my head back and his cock fell out of my mouth with a pop.

He reached down and pulled me up by my wrists, tossing me onto my back onto my bed, "I just can't wait any longer y/n, I need to be inside you now."

"Please," I whimpered, the fire in my pussy was begging for a good fucking, "Please Remus, I need you." Remus crashed his lips onto mine before ripping my shirt over my head and throwing it to the other side of the room. I scrambled to yank his shirt off his body and threw it off the bed too. He stepped out of his pants and then reached down to unbutton my jeans, and yanked that off my legs. He ran his middle finger along my pussy lips, still in my underwear, and snickered, "Damn baby, you're so wet for me. You're soaking."

A whine escape my throat and his smirk grew bigger.

"Beg." His eyes were dark with lust now.

"Please..."

"Please what, y/n?" His hand was slipping into my underwear now.

"Please, Remus, I need this so bad, I need this you so bad."

He growled and plunged two fingers into me. I groaned at the relief as he pumped them in and out. His mouth found my sensitive nipples and sucked hard, the way I liked it, and my legs raised themselves to his sides.

His thumb rubbed my clit as he continued to finger me, and I felt the heat growing still, and my panting became loud moans and gasps.

"God, I'm close!" I dipped my hips down so his fingers were hitting that spot inside me over and over again --

Remus suddenly pulled his fingers out and I emitted a gutteral moan. To my relief, it wasn't long until Remus was grabbing his cock and running it up and down against my pussy lips the way he had with his skilled fingers, and he was panting hard while watching my wetness and his precum mingling together.

"Look at me, gorgeous. Look at me." I whimpered and stared into his eyes, silently begging him to put it in. I felt his tip enter me, spreading my lips apart agonizingly slowly, and a sigh escaped my mouth. I grabbed his butt and tried to push him in, willing him to go faster; the slow movement was torturous.

"Ah ah ah," He pushed against my hands, "We're doing this at my speed." But I knew just how to get him.

I gasped, "Please, Remus, please use me to do whatever you want." And I was right, Remus's eyes grew darker and he plunged fully into me. I cried out in pleasure and he slapped his hand over my mouth.

"Don't want everyone to hear, do we? Or maybe I do, maybe I want everyone to hear how loud I'm making you moan, how sexy you sound."

I couldn't help but keep moaning loudly as he pumped his cock inside of me, hips hitting my pelvis hard. His balls slapped against me at the force he was pumping into me, and I wrapped my feet around his hips to drive him in further.

It wasn't long until I was reaching that point again. "Remus! Oh my god, I'm so close baby! I'm so close!"

He reached down between us and his thumb found my clit again, rubbing gently but quickly, "You want me to make you cum? You want me to make you cum all over my dick?" I nodded furiously and pulled him into me, lips sloppily kissing his, tongue darting around his mouth. He pulled away and his tongue found my neck again and ran along the length of it, and the sensitivity only got me closer.

I felt the pressure building up inside me, the fire growing bigger and bigger. Remus felt my pussy clenching his cock and whispered into my ear, "Good girl, that's my good girl. I want you to cum for me. Cum for me baby." And that's all I needed to hear.

The fire exploded and I called out my boyfriends name as I came hard around him, and he groaned at the tightness and the expression on my face before shooting his load into me and gasping my name over and over again. Feeling him cum inside me only intensified my orgasm, which pulsed through my body. Remus moaned again and again as his dick pulsed and shot ropes into me.

Slowly, my orgasm died down and we were left panting heavily into each other. His head dropped into my shoulder and he was still moaning I hugged his neck and closed my eyes, letting my heartbeat slow down.

"God, y/n, how do you always do that to me?"

I laughed breathily and asked, "Do what?"

"Cum so hard that I can't feel my body anymore."

I giggled as he flopped next to me and pulled me into his arms. He kissed my forehead and gazed into my eyes. "You know you're so beautiful right?" My cheeks flushed even more than they already were, and I kissed him.

"You're my handsome boy, honey, my sweetest boy."

He traced his finger along my jaw and we rested in each others' arms for a couple minutes.

"Shall we?"

Remus opened his eyes at my voice, "Shall we what?"

I smiled mischievously at him, sitting up and pulling him up with me, "I want to hear Sirius taunt you so we're going back out to the party."

Remus groaned and tried to flop back onto the bed, but I held his hand firmly and kept him upright.

"Come on, Remus!" I tossed his clothes at him, shitting him in the chest, and he reluctantly pulled them on.

"You are pure evil, y/n. Pure evil."

I snickered and, fully dressed, ran my fingers through my hair before throwing it up when I realized it was too tangled for me to make it look presentable.

I pulled Remus off the bed and dragged him towards the door, him still hopping to get his leg through his pants. I swung the door open and Remus buttoned his pants just in time for us to reach the common room, where, of course, Sirius was waiting to tease his friend. He whopped and slapped Remus on the back, "Didn't I tell you to soundproof the wall, Moony?" Some "ooooh"s broke out amongst the crowd and Remus rolled his eyes before pulling me close to him. Lily thrust another drink in my hand with a smug smile.

"Thanks to you, y/n, I just got eight galleons from Marlene." Turns out, they had made four galleons on how long it would take until Remus and I disappeared, and then another four on whether we'd be loud enough for them to hear.

"You are so welcome Lily, and if you make that bet again for the next party, I can get you some more and make you a rich woman."

Remus laughed from next to me and I turned to smile up at him. He leaned down to kiss me on the lips and then the head before he pushed Sirius, who was still "Oooooh"ing next to us again. I laughed into the kiss and we returned to the party, this time more satisfied than before.