#she also said if they missing their teeth and i agree with her

[lovelettersfromluna]

One of Your Girls

Summary: When Ellie’s usual filming partner tells her she’s gotten into a relationship, she ends up needing to find a new one, who better than her sweet little roommate? Only problem is, her content is quite…special.

an: I’m keeping this short and sweet bc I’m honestly desperate for this. Anyways, enjoy camgirl!Ellie, hehe. Mwah love you (also HAPPY HALLOWEEN)

Warnings: smut!! MDNI!! 18+, camgirl!Ellie, Ellie and reader are roommates in this one, biker!Ellie bc I felt like it (more of it in future chapters), mentions of strap usage, mentions of the word ‘cock’, ROSE TOY, fingering, dirty talk, praise, mentions of sex work, filming of said intercourse, let me know if I missed anything! (Not proofreading)

Part 2 is out now! Read here!!, and part 3 here!!

Ellie groaned softly, her tattooed hand gripping the girls plush hips, her own bottom lip tugged between her teeth as she watched the girls ass bounce with every thrust. The way she whined and moaned as Ellie fucked into her mercilessly, perfectly manicured hands gripping her bedsheets as she tried her best to hang on, babbling incoherent words, ones that Ellie could only make out to be asking her to go faster.

Ellie’s hand came around to the girls ass, giving it a firm squeeze before she spanked her hard, receiving a loud whine from the girl. “You fuckin’ like that…don’t you…such a fucking slut” she groaned out, voice low and sensual, dripping with the sound of want and dominance.

Ellie smirked softly as the girl nodded eagerly, immediately agreeing with Ellie, agreeing with the vile things she said. It was so easy, getting them to say and do exactly what she wanted, especially when she had them like this, desperate to cum.

The sound of her laptop ringing made her smirk, her eyes drifting over to the camera that was pointed towards them. “Bet you all wish that was you, huh? Tell them how good it feels baby…go on” she hummed out, head cocking to the side as she watched the girl moan and whine beneath her.

As soon as she did, multiple dings started coming in through Ellie’s laptop, making her smirk softly. Her eyes never left the girl beneath her, her strap bumping against her clit with every thrust, making her groan loudly, knowing she was just as close as the moaning girl beneath her was.

And soon, they were both a moaning mess. Ellie’s strong hands gripped her hips as she hunched over her back, pressing soft kisses against her sweaty skin, massaging her ass, knowing she must have been sore from all the spanking she’d done.

By the time she straightened out her back to look at the chat, she chuckled softly, pushing her brown fringe from her sweaty face as she slowly pulled out of the girl, causing her to whine.

“I don’t think so…that’s more than enough for the both of us” she rasped out, a soft hiss leaving her lips as she looked down at the strap that was soiled with the girls arousal.

She reached over, only her lips visible to the camera as she let her hand hover over the button that allowed her to stop recording. “Thanks for joining, guys…always appreciate putting on a show for you” she hummed out, flashing her audience a toothy grin. She turned around, looking at the girl that was nearly passed out completely on her bed. She let out a soft chuckle, tugging off the strap that hung on her lower half, tossing it to the side before she crawled over to the girl, both of her arms caging the girl on either side of her body, knuckles pressing into her mattress as she dipped her head down, lips ghosting over her ear.

“You with me, baby? Stream ended already” she hummed out softly to the girl, which earned a soft noise from her in return. Ellie chuckled, giving her ass a gentle spank before she pushed herself off of the bed, a low groan leaving her lips as she stretched out her sore limbs. She watched was the girl on her bed slowly came to, lifting herself up slowly, She smirked to herself, chest always swelling in pride whenever she caught sight of the aftermath of one of her girls, how she’d wrecked them completely.

She was still wearing nothing but her sports bra and a pair of cotton underwear, so she moved to her closet and grabbed a t shirt and sweats, turning to the girl on the bed who was now sitting up with a fucked out expression that Ellie loved so much. She chuckled, taking slow strides towards her. Her strong hand came up to rub her head softly, a soft hum leaving her chest.

“Went too hard on you?” She questioned softly, slightly worried that she’d pushed the girl too far. She felt a sense of relief when she shook her head, a soft yawn leaving her lips which cause Ellie to smile. “Get outta here…I’ll call you an Uber” she promised, to which the girl sleepily nodded and got up from Ellie’s bed, leading Ellie to her bedroom door so that she could leave.

You on the other hand? You were cuddled up on the couch, your favorite blanket wrapped around your body , a twizzler perched between your lips, the bag cuddled into your chest as you stared intently at the glimmering vampire on your tv.

And that was the difference between you and your roommate, because while she was fucking her pretty filming partner into the mattress, making enough from her streams and videos to pay the rent entirely for both of you, you were binging another shitty movie franchise for the thousandth time.

You figured they’d be making their way out of Ellie’s bedroom once you heard the knocking of Ellie’s headboard against the wall stop, and the breathy little whines of her partner, Julia, came to a stop as well. And like clockwork, a very happy looking Julia was coming out of Ellie’s room, Ellie following close behind.

You giggled softly, Julia walking over to the couch and plopping down next to you, resting her head on your shoulder. You cradled her head against you, eyes craning up at Ellie as you gave her a fake disapproving look.

“Jesus, Ellie….the hell did you do to her?” You try sternly, which makes Ellie roll her eyes. Shes leaned up against the wall, arms crossed as she eyes the both of you. “Please…she’s the one that told me I wasn’t going hard enough” she argued. You giggled softly, looking down and giving Julia a gentle nudge.

“You’ll be good to go home, baby? You know you can stay here if you need to” you reassure her. Ellie cuts her off before she can respond, “no she can’t” she quickly interrupts, to which you roll your eyes. Julia giggles lazily, pushing her head off of your shoulder as she hummed softly. “Ellie knows if I stay she won’t be getting any sleep” Julia teased gently, giving Ellie a soft smirk before she got up off the couch, giving a big stretch paired with another yawn before she nodded her head towards the door while looking at Ellie.

“Walk me out?” She hummed softly. Ellie nodded, pushing herself off of her spot against the wall and walking Julia to the door. From your spot on the couch, you can hear soft mumbling between the two, paired with the soft sounds of a kiss before Julia leaves.

To anyone else, the scene would look like a girl sending her girlfriend off after a night of hanging out. A happy couple who were definitely in love with one another. It made it very clear why people loved seeing them together on Ellie’s streams.

They looked so good together.

You tried not to stare, your eyes quickly averting back to the tv, trying to catch up with whatever was happening in the movie you were watching. Ellie made her way over to you, plopping down onto the couch next to you with a loud sigh. Her hand came up to you, tugging the twizzler out of your mouth and promptly putting it in her own, which makes you huff softly.

“Back off. Go find a post sex snack somewhere else” you tease her, yet still grabbing the bag and putting it between the both of you. Ellie chuckled softly, her eyes never leaving the tv. She groaned softly, her hand shoving into the bag and grabbing a handful of red ropes before she nodded her head to the tv.

“How can you watch this shit, man? They don’t even fuck properly” she complained. You hum softly, nodding slowly as if you were processing her words. “I would agree….but does the world really need to see that? Because personally I’m fine without it” you hummed out, giving a proper response as if the conversation really even needed it.

Ellie shrugged, moving down to grab your legs and put them on her lap, her tattooed hand massaging your calves slowly as she continued watching the movie and munching on your candy. “Hm…who knows” she hummed out before you two fell into a comfortable silence, and continued watching the movie.

And that’s how things usually went with you and your roommate. She’d film something, you’d be out in the living room watching a movie, and she’d come out when she was finished and join you. The night never went without cuddling from Ellie’s end, and yours of course. Ellie always ran cold, constantly seeking out your warmth whenever you were close. The night would usually end with one of you falling asleep on the other, and staying there until the wee hours of the morning, that is until you woke up first, tugging Ellie off the couch and sending her to her room, which almost always resulted in her whining for you to come with her.

That’s what life was like with your cam girl roommate.

You let out a soft sigh as you walked into your apartment, a soft frown on your lips as you began tugging away at the layers on your body. It was the one thing you hated about the colder months, having to leave the cozy record store you worked at, out into the cold air, eager to get to your even cozier home.

You looked down at the little entrance rug on your floor, noticing that Ellie’s sneakers were tossed next to them, and her helmet was on the entry table, meaning she was home. It was Friday night, so it meant she’d be filming today.

Or at least, she was supposed to.

If you recalled from the many annoyed little rants from your roommates end, Julia had been flaking on her for the past few weeks. Apparently, it started out with her missing one day of filming, telling Ellie she had something she couldn’t miss. Ellie mentioned she was vague about that ‘something’. Then, she started flaking multiple days in a row, skipping out on the schedule Ellie had organized for the both of them to film together, something they’d agreed on very early on in their friendship.

That was three weeks ago.

It was getting to the point where you couldn’t really remember the last time you’d send Julia, and to be quite honest, you missed her. Sure, she was the girl your roommate fucked regularly, but it was a job, at least that’s how Ellie put it, and you truthfully saw Julia as a friend, always wishing she’d stick around after she and Ellie were done to hang out. Ellie weirdly never allowed that to happen though. You never questioned it.

The lack of banging and moaning was a clear indication that Julia’s three week streak had turned into four, and you most likely wouldn’t be seeing her tonight.

Regardless, you knew Ellie was home, but you opted to leave her alone until she made her way to you. It was frustrating for her, and you could sympathize with that, of course.

After you walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered and in your favorite pjs (the ones you always saved for the weekends, Friday nights to be exact), you moved to the fridge in your little kitchen. You grabbed a random can of alcohol, needing to blow off a bit of steam before also grabbing a bag of chips, tucking it between your arm and moving to the living room.

And now, for the weekend festivities to commence.

Ellie most likely heard all of the shuffling that came with you getting home, because as soon as you’ve settled onto the couch, your favorite blanket draped over your bare legs, she’s emerging from her bedroom.

You can tell she’s annoyed, because there’s a faint frown on her lips, and her eyebrows are slightly furrowed. You decide not to say anything, since you know it’ll most likely receive nothing but a short hum from her end.

It’s sort of like the night is in reverse, because she’s plopping down next to you, grabbing your snacks, shoving her hand into the bag quietly as she waits for you to put something on, but there’s no Julia, only a frustrated Ellie sitting next to you.

You eye her for a moment before you begin flipping through the various movies on your screen. “Julia cancelled again, hm?” You question softly, yet you know the answer to that question already.

Ellie scoffs softly. “Yep…and you’ll never guess why” she mumbles out, words hanging in the air as you continue scrolling through, waiting for the big reveal.

“She’s got a fucking girlfriend now” she groans out.

You weren’t entirely sure what the reason behind Julia’s disappearance was going to be. You’d thought about it a bit, muling over the mystery and trying to figure out why she’d suddenly dropped the gig out of nowhere. You thought it might’ve been schedule conflicts, or maybe she’d gotten a new job, or maybe she just wasn’t for the work anymore, which was entirely understandable.

But a girlfriend? That was not on your list at all.

Your eyes went a bit wide for a moment before they flickered towards Ellie, watching as she let out a soft huff before shoving a handful of Cheetos into her mouth.

What would you even say? Comfort her? Say nothing? It was quite the unique situation. It wasn’t as if Julia and Ellie were dating, they were…coworkers, partners that worked on something together because they had good chemistry and it was good money. They were barely even friends, so how on earth were you supposed to comfort your annoyed friend with such a strange situation?

Your lack of a response leaves a wider gap for Ellie to continue speaking, so she does.

“And it’s not even about it the fuckin content anymore, you know? I can do solo, that’s fine….she just didn’t even have the decency to tell me that’s annoying” she complained, to which you nodded slowly as you gave her your full attention.

She lets out a long sigh before her words fell into a mumble. “I’m fuckin….im pent up, man….fucking yourself only gets you so far” she admitted, making you freeze for a moment.

Because sure, you and Ellie had been living together for a while now, there really weren’t any boundaries you hadn’t crossed. You were very familiar with Ellie’s side job, and you were fully supportive of that. You knew that it was beneficial to her in more ways than money, and of course it was! Sex was healthy. You knew that after a week filled with the chaos of the world and her main 9 to 5, she needed to blow off some steam from time to time, which is where her second job came in handy.

But fuck…hearing her talk that way flipped you upside down for a moment.

You cleared your throat, trying to find the right words for your friend before you gave her a gentle nod. “I know what you mean…is there anyone else you can call? At least just for a quick round” you tried, knowing Ellie definitely had no problems with finding a pretty girl to consume her time if needed.

She merely sighed, nose scrunching a bit at your suggestion before she shook her head. “One night stands freak me out…” she explained, a soft puff of air blowing past her lips as she slumped further into the couch, staring up at the ceiling as her dark hoodie engulfed her body, swallowing her up.

You two sat there in silence, a soft pout on your lips as you racked your brain for another solution. You felt bad, because while you usually took from your own personal experiences to help your friends out when they were in a pinch, you just couldn’t remember the last time you were in a situation even close to Ellie’s.

And it’s like she’s reading your mind, because suddenly she speaks up again.

“Why don’t you film with me tonight?” She blurts out, clearly not giving her words any second thought before they were passing through her lips.

You can’t control the laugh that escapes your lips, quickly snatching your chips from Ellie’s lap as you continue scrolling through the movies on the tv, not even giving Ellie’s words a second thought. “That’s cute. What about that girl you went on a date with? Jasmine? Man you really have a thing with the letter J, huh” you teased, grabbing your blanket and tugging it further over your body once you settled on a movie.

Ellie groaned softly, grabbing the remote control and turning off the tv entirely as she sat forward a bit, body facing yours as she tried getting your attention.

“I’m serious. Who better than you? We know each other, you aren’t busy tonight, not to mention you’re hot as fuck.” She breathed out shamelessly

You try to ignore the way your chest burns at her words, warmth radiating all throughout your body. Of course you thought the same of Ellie, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t gawk at your roommate from time to time, but that’s the thing, she was your roommate. You never truly let your mind wander there, knowing that what you and Ellie had, wasn’t that.

You figured that if you don’t say anything, she’ll just drop it.

She doesn’t.

She groans softly, tugging your blanket off of your body, which earns a wide eyed look from you and a soft gasp, appalled that Ellie would ever interrupt your post work cozy time, even if she was basically asking to fuck you in front of thousands of people….digitally.

Once you’re looking at her, you can see just how serious she is. Her green eyes are wide and almost excited looking, pink bottom lip tugged between her perfect teeth, eyeing you closely, eager for your response. You can tell she wasn’t even nervous if she’d crossed any boundaries, she just wanted to see if her genius idea was as smart as she thought it was.

You let out a soft whine, throwing your head bag into the couch as if to break her intense gaze. “Come on Ellie, seriously? We both know I’m not what your audience wants to see….they want a Julia! You can’t just go from her to me and expect the same response” you explain, hating that you even had to explain this to Ellie.

Ellie looks like a kicked puppy when she registers her words, genuine shock on her face for a moment before she’s immediately arguing with you. “Are you fucking kidding me? Have you seen yourself?? How could anyone not want to see you absolutely wrecked on camera? Jesus, I’d pay big money for that shit” she huffed out, clearly angry with the way you were speaking about yourself.

You have the urge to argue against her again, complain that she’s only saying that stuff to you because she’s your friend and she knows it’ll get what she wants, which you know is a lie. Ellie could have anyone to be her filming partner, and you knew that. There was no reason at all for her to lie.

Before you can though, she’s grabbing your wrists and tugging you up so that you’re sitting up and facing her. Her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips for a moment before she sighs softly.

“I’m not gonna force you into anything…if you want me to stop, I’ll drop it and we can never talk about this again…” she assures you, those big green eyes filled with the truth before she continued speaking again.

“But I’m just asking…as a friend…we can try filming a video, and if you don’t like it, I’ll scrap it completely and look for someone else” she explained, words slow as she wanted you to hear everything, hear all of it and truly understand how honest she was being.

“I wouldn’t suggest it if I knew it wouldn’t work” she hummed out again, and her soft words finally make you move your gaze from the floor to her eyes, it makes your breath hitch for a moment because Jesus, why does your roommate have to be so goddamn intense?

You think about it for a moment, weighing out all the pros and the cons, trying to truly contemplate what could actually go wrong if you did agree to do it. Ellie was fully anonymous online, as much as she could be, and you knew she’d protect you entirely as well.

Plus…you always sort of wanted to know what it’d be like to experience what one of Ellie’s girls experienced behind her bedroom door.

You inhaled deeply, knowing that there was a huge chance that everything could change once you did this, yet something in you told you that it’d all be alright regardless.

You gave her a slow nod before cracking a half smile. “You better make this worth my while, Williams” you teased, which makes her chuckle softly, a teasing smirk playing on her lips as she nodded slowly.

“You’ve seen the aftermath of my work, you won’t be disappointed, baby”

You don’t usually go to Ellie’s bedroom.

Mainly because it’s where she films, and not that anything is wrong with that, you’d just hate to overstep. If you two ever wanted to hang out somewhere other than the living room, your room was the place to go.

Sitting on Ellie’s bed, you realize how professional about this she really is. Her bedroom is dimly lit, already setting the mood for you both. Her bed is made, her laptop is open, and she’s setting up her camera on her tripod next to you, angling it so that it’s a bit more to the side instead of aimed directly in front of you.

Once she’s finished, she nods to herself, happy with the placement. She leaves for a moment, making you frown in confusion, but she returns with a few bottles of water, setting them on her desk before she turns towards you, her hands clasped together as she tried to think of anything else the two of you might have needed.

The image of you quietly sitting on her bed catches her attention, and she quickly turns the camera away from you, moving to sit next to you. “Don’t worry..it isn’t on yet” she promises you, a soft smile on her lips. She can see the way you’re quietly taking it all in, understanding fully.

“It’s always scary doing it for the first time” she reassured you, to which to rolled your eyes, giving her a playful nudge. “Please, you’re acting like you’re taking my virginity” you teased her. Your words make her chuckle softly, a sense of relief washing over her when she sees how normal this is, how you two haven’t changed yet despite the circumstances.

She eyes you for a moment, a bit of silence washing over you before she rests a gentle hand on your thigh. “Remember…we can stop at any time” she promises, giving you a slow nod. You eye her, feeling your heart swell for a moment before you nod as well, giving her a soft smile. “I trust you, Ellie” you hum softly.

Ellie gives you a smile in return before she sighs softly, eyes scanning over your face for a moment before they settle on your lips. She tugs her own between her teeth before she looks up at you hesitantly. “Gonna…warm you up a bit before we start, okay?” She explained gently, to which you give her a soft nod, eyes never leaving her green ones.

You’ve always thought about what it would feel like to kiss Ellie.

It wasn’t a lingering thought. It came from time to time, whenever you got too drunk, or you were in that delicious state between sleep and wake and didn’t have much control over where your thoughts drifted off too, you’d think about your roommate, and how soft her lips looked. You’d think about how good she probably made all those girls feel while they were filming.

But everything that you might have imagined in that past couldn’t come close to this.

She tastes of what you can only describe to be, Ellie. Her tongue is soft and warm, and so fucking wet. She explores your mouth slowly, mouth moving against yours in a way that clearly indicates how fucking good of a kisser she is. Your mind is already fuzzy, and you’re embarrassed by the fact that she’s barely kissed you and you can already feel your arousal pooling in your panties.

Ellie groans into your mouth, one of her hands coming down to give your waist a squeeze before she pushes you back a bit to lay on her bed. You gasp softly when you feel her knee push between your legs, slowly moving against your core. She takes the opportunity to push her tongue further into your mouth, dominating the kiss as her large hands roam your body, feeling and squeezing, caressing you in a way you can’t remember the last time was done.

It’s a simple make out session, but you feel like you’ll lose your mind if you don’t have her soon. Her toned thighs are moving against the thin fabric of your pajama shorts, her soft lips working against yours, deepening the kiss with each passing moment. It went from soft, to needy so quickly, it made your head spin.

You aren’t sure how long she had you there, her thigh grinding into your core, hands massaging your hips, her mouth swallowing all of the needy whines and huffs you gave her. Your hands were in her hair, tugging and keeping her close, it mad her smirk against your lips. Soon, you’re whining even more because she’s breaking the kiss and staring down at you. She’s trying to catch her breath just like you are, your own chest rising and falling a bit quickly, glossy eyes staring up at her with need.

God, Ellie loves that fucking look.

“Wanna keep going?” She asks, and you haven’t been so sure of anything in your entire life. You give her an eager nod, to which she chuckles softly, leaning down and pressing another soft kiss to your lips before she pushes herself off of your body, and goes over to set up the camera.

You blink a few times, almost taken back by everything that was happening. You sit up on the bed, watching as Ellie concentrates on setting up the camera. Its like she could do anything right now, and you’ll be on her knees.

Because why the fuck does she look so hot turning on a camera.

You chalk it up to just being so horny you feel like you’ll pass out.

Ellie nods to herself before she looks over at you, nodding her head towards where she’s standing. “Come stand over here with me” she directs you, and you’re obediently walking over to stand next to Ellie, eyes looking down at the screen on the expensive camera.

You can see where it’s pointed at towards the bed, standing a little ways from the foot of the bed, giving it a much more authentic look than if it were to be aimed right at you and Ellie. You feel a gentle hand on your hip, and Ellie brings your hand up to a little button on the edge of the camera, her lips dipping down to rest against your ear.

“I’m gonna go sit down, and when you’re ready, I need you to press this button…alright baby?” She hums softly against you, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

You can’t even speak, giving the girl a gentle nod, to which she chuckles softly before she pats your waist gently. “Good girl…” she mumbles against you before she leaves your side.

On the other side of the camera, you watch as Ellie goes to sit on the bed, tugging her hoodie off to leave her only in her t shirt and sweats. Her legs are spread. You watch as she reaches next to her bed, digging around in her bedside table before she pulls out a small little black bag. She rests either one of her arms on her thighs, looking at you and giving you a silent nod.

You give her one back before you press the button on the camera. You hear a soft beep come from it, and from Ellie’s side, there’s a little red light, showing her that the camera was recording.

On the little screen on the camera, you can see that Ellie has angled it so that it just cuts off her face, only a sliver of her chin and lips visible, along with the rest of her body, ensuring that no one will see her face or yours while you both do this.

She gives you a small smile before she pats her lap softly. “C’mere baby…don’t be shy” she hummed out, voice low and dripping with so much lust, it made you squeeze your thighs together.

You gave her a soft nod before you slowly made your way over to her, standing between her spread legs and resting both of your hands around her, toying with the hair at the nape of her neck softly.

Ellie stared up at you, her own pupils blown out as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. Her hands slide up from your hips, slowly creeping up your shirt. It makes you shudder softly, a quiet whine leaving your lips as you practically begged for her to touch you more. This makes her chuckle softly.

“Needy already? I’ve barely even touched you…” she teases you gentle, which causes you to pout. She hums, slowly pushing your shirt up a bit before she tugs your pajama shorts down your body. Once they’re off, she moves onto slowly pushing your shirt up your body, kissing your exposed skin once it’s there for her, before she tosses it somewhere else in her room.

And suddenly, you’re almost completely naked in front of her.

It makes you frown softly, feeling so bare in front of her. Your arms quickly move up to your chest, covering yourself from. She quickly gives your hips a gentle squeeze, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your cleavage.

“Hey…don’t hide from me baby…it’s all right” she reassures you. You can tell it’s Ellie, and not some act she was putting on for the camera.

It was a silent gesture that you could trust her.

You let out a soft sigh of relief before you drop your hands, allowing them to take place back on Ellie’s shoulders. She lets out a hiss when you do, because she can finally get a good look at you this way.

“Fuck me…such a pretty fuckin girl…” she groans softly to herself, barely loud enough for the camera to pick up. She quickly leans in, attaching her lips to one of your nipples and giving it a gentle suck, which earns a soft moan from your end.

Her mouth feels almost as good as it felt when she was kissing you, so warm, her tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple before letting it go with a pop and moving over to the other, giving it the same amount of attention.

Her green eyes are on yours the entire time as she suckles your nipples, your head spinning as you watch her below you worshiping both soft mounds. You’re sure you can die like this, with Ellie’s mouth littering your entire body with kisses, her tongue swirling around various parts of you, making your knees wobble beneath you.

She groans softly, letting your nipple go from her mouth before she gives your waist a gentle squeeze.

“Wanna play with you a little bit, pretty girl….will you let me?” She asks genuinely, the girl still trying to make sure you’re okay with all of this, and that you’ll let her make you feel good.

You nod eagerly, because it’s come to a shock to you that you haven’t started begging yet.

“Do whatever you want to me…” you mumble softly, almost in a daze as you stare down at the girl, your own pupils blown out with lust, lips already forming a needy little pout. It makes Ellie chuckle, and she nods before she gently turns you around, and puts you to sit between her legs on the bed.

The image of her thighs spread outside of yours makes you squeeze your legs together. She hums softly once she notices, her strong hands gripping your hips softly before she slowly begins tugging your panties off. She pulls you back a bit into her chest, forcing you to lift your hips gently before she’s tugging your panties off completely and tossing them to the side.

“Let’s take a look then, hm?” She hums out softly against your ears before she pulls your thighs apart.

She groans softly, because while her head is resting on your shoulder, looking down at the mess between her legs, you’re so wet you can audibly hear your sopping wet lips part when your legs are spread. It makes you whine, and you try to close your legs out of habit, but Ellie is quickly pushing them even further apart.

“Fuck…don’t hide this from me, baby…..need to take care of you…” she groans against your ear, her lips ghosting against your skin, warm breath wafting onto your face as one of her hands slowly creeps down between your legs.

When she’s there, she uses her fingers to spread your lips apart, giving the camera a good view at your glossy pussy, the dim lighting of her bedroom making it even more apparent. She hisses softly to herself as her fingers go to your swollen clit, slowly rubbing small circles into the little bundle of nerves.

This alone has you wiggling in her grasp, your hands gripping her thighs as she slowly works on your needy pussy. She chuckles softly, pressing a soft kiss against your neck as she brings her other hand to your boob, massaging the skin before pinching your nipple.

“I’m barely doing anything yet, sweetheart…gotta contain yourself” she sighs against your skin before she presses another kiss to your cheek. “M’just warming you up…” she mumbles softly before her hand leaves your sopping cunt, which earns a needy whine from you.

It makes her chuckle, and she reaches beside you to grab the little black bag that she had gotten out before filming. “You’ll like this much more than just my fingers, princess…” she promises, her lips pressing soft kisses to your neck and cheek. Your eyes are trained intently on the bag, eager to see what it is she’ll take out. When she finally does, you feel like you’ll scream.

It’s the fucking rose toy.

You’d been meaning to buy one yourself, going on and on to Ellie about how everyone had been raving about it on the Internet, but it had been sold out virtually everywhere and you just couldn’t seem to get your hands on one.

But as usual, Ellie always had tricks up her sleeve.

You’re so glad the camera doesn’t catch your face, because your eyes are so wide, you probably look like a Halloween mask. Ellie chuckles softly as she feels you stiffen in her lap, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “Wanted to try this one for a while, didn’t you baby?” She hums against you, and it makes you moan softly before giving her a nod, squeezing your legs together.

Because since when the hell has Ellie paid that much attention to you?

You try to make a mental note to bring it up later, but you aren’t sure how well your memory will stand right now.

Ellie hums softly as she presses one of the buttons on it, holding it down until the light on the bottom begins to blink, meaning it’s on. She then goes onto pressing the button below it, letting it go onto the lowest setting. The buzzing alone makes you whine, eager to have the toy used on you. Ellie smirks softly, bringing the toy down to your nipple, letting it suck on you gently.

You let your head fall back on Ellie’s shoulder, back arching, pushing your boob further into the toy. You almost feel angry that you haven’t bought the toy sooner, because god, it’s the closest fucking thing to Ellie’s mouth, and it makes you moan like an animal in heat underneath her.

Ellie’s eyes never left yours, watching your every move. She loved how responsive you were, how everything she did earned little whines and huffs from your end. It makes her buck her hips up into your back, needy for her own bit of friction against her aching cunt.

“That’s it, baby….such a good girl…” she praises you, making you moan softly.

She slowly moves the toy from either one of your nipples, watching as you wiggle beneath her. This goes on for a a bit, before she begins moving the toy down between your legs.

She hums, craning her neck down a bit to get a better view of your sopping cunt. She uses one hand to spread your lips, your puffy clit almost screaming for the toy, before she sets the mouth of the toy on it, letting it suck on your clit.

It’s truly like nothing you’ve ever felt, the suction is so strong, and it makes you grip Ellie’s thigh harder, your back arching, ass pushing against her core, making her moan softly into your ear.

Ellie groans, removing the toy for a moment to give you a break before she puts it back on, teasing you even further. She hums softly before her other hand comes down, pushing two fingers into your needy, wet little hole, which makes her groan.

“So fucking tight…we’re gonna have to do some practice for my cock, aren’t we baby…” she moaned softly in your ear, which makes you nod eagerly.

And you can’t really take it anymore, because her fingers feel so good fucking in and out of you, and the toy is sucking on your clit perfectly, so you turn your head a bit and catch Ellie’s lips in a needy kiss, tongue pushing into her mouth, eager to feel the warm, wet muscle again, like you had earlier.

This catches Ellie a bit off guard, however she immediately welcomes the kiss eagerly. It prompts her to finger fuck you faster, your body arching into her touch, into the toy. Her tongue was lapping at your mouth, the lewd noises from your cunt and from the kiss making it sound sinful in Ellie’s bedroom.

Your hand went up to the nape of her neck, tugging at her hair, keeping her close as you felt your orgasm growing closer and closer with each passing second.

You break the kiss for only a moment, head looking down to catch a glimpse of Ellie’s skilled fingers working on your poor little pussy.

“I’m….m’so close….f-fuuuuuck…” you moan out loudly as your head falls back against Ellie’s shoulders. She gives you a reassuring nod, turning up the intensity of the toy another notch as her fingers sped up, the girl just as eager as you for your orgasm.

“Come on baby…let go for me….such a good fucking girl for me…that’s it” she praised, her own hips rocking into your ass from behind as the rhythm of her fingers sped up.

And you wanted to hold on longer, let this last just a bit more so you didn’t have to let go of this pleasure so soon, but you just can’t. Because soon, your back is arching so painfully, and the orgasm feels so good it almost hurts, your eyesight nearly going white as it washes over you like electricity, a loud moan leaving your lips as you grip Ellie’s thigh so tightly, it’ll leave bruises.

Ellie moans with you, immediately turning off the toy and tossing it to the side once she feels your pussy flutter around her fingers, helping you ride out your orgasm without it being too much.

“Good girl…that’s my good girl…fuck…there we go” she groans softly, holding your body close to hers as she litters your throat and cheek with kisses, before her hand comes up, grabs your jaw and angles your face up to catch your lips in a deep, needy kiss, which you can only moan into and let her control completely.

After that, you aren’t really sure what happened. There’s spotty memories of Ellie slowly resting your spent body in her bed, getting up and turning off the camera, and then coming back to cuddle in bed with you.

But what you are sure of, is that you’re definitely doing this again with her.

[brett-is-afraid]

Do you know anything but the Wilbur allegations? I just saw somethings on Twitter and Wilbur also responded

Yeah. So, here's a rundown of the situation so far for anyone who might've missed it or might not know. Each link is going to include a specific timestamp for what was said. TW for detailed abuse

Shubble went live (she begins talking about it at 3:38) and talked about abuse she had experienced from another creator. She talked about how her silence was "only keeping someone else's peace" so she opened up about it.

She specifically did not name any names and stated she was talking about it to help avoid someone else being in the same situation.

She says that in the beginning, he had expressed that he had a tendency to bite and that he'd made sure she was okay with that because he "didn't want her to come back later and say he abused her." And that she had agreed because he had never hurt her, but it had become more often that he bit too hard and hurt her. But that he always seemed, "genuinely sorry" and that they would develop a safeword.

She stated that he would bite her in front of others and that she would have to laugh it off because she was embarrassed.

She specifically talked about being bitten by him and that she had communicated that it was too hard, that she did not like it. She says she was met with him blaming it on her, saying it was her pain tolerance or that she was being dramatic. She states that he would later show off the bruises to their friends and joke that it looked like he abused her. She also states that he would poke at her bruises while they hurt.

She said she had asked him to stop and he said, "this is who he is and he wasn't going to change."

She said he also would constantly contradict himself and would fight her on it sometimes, telling her that he didn't do/say certain things.

She also said he would weaponize the safeword to make sure she was hurting, ignoring their safeword and biting harder for "just a second before letting go" or grinding his teeth down and smile after.

She said she'd express her anxiety to him and he would always reassure her.

She also said she believes he lovebombed her a lot at the beginning and that he'd make really huge romantic gestures. (Calling her his soulmate and writing love letters, etc.)

She stated she'd caught him in lies before, but it had always seemed like it was small things and she didn't address it. He then lied about big things and had been caught by his friends.

She said he insisted he didn't want to break up and expected her to have solutions, but he refused to compromise. And she said he would flaunt that he'd never prioritize her over anything.

He also allegedly stated that he would never prioritize her over anything that would give him more fame and money, admitting that he'd grown to resent her and that was the final push she needed to leave.

She said when they broke up, they'd agree to be friends and that he said he could never imagine not speaking to her again. And then he never talked to her except for when she needed things back. She also said he threw away hundreds of dollars worth of her things.

She said that once, he pinned her down and had her try to get away. When she couldn't, he made that point that he was stronger and she wouldn't be able to fight him back.

She also mentioned that he lived in a really filthy place and that she felt bad for him, believing that he just didn't know how to clean and needed someone to help him. She then states that she found out he had said that he didn't bother cleaning when she wasn't there because he would just wait for her to do it (which she only found out about after they broke up).

She said she did all the cleaning, laundry, paying for all the paper towels/soap. As well as food more than half the time.

She said she also paid for all the tickets and he never offered to pay after the very beginning. She said she also told him that she couldn't afford it and that he never traveled out to see her. He then agreed to pay for the cat sitter and did it once, and never again in the next months they dated.

Shubble never confirmed it was Wilbur, but Wilbur made a statement on it which can be found on his Twitter account.

He stated that allegations had come from an ex-girlfriend and while he claimed that he did not know he was abusing her, that he thought the behavior was consensual. He claimed he had messages that he believed proved it was, but chose not to publish them "out of respect for her."

He stated he was sharing his side to offer his perspective, but not to diminish or invalidate her.

He stated he recognized she felt her and that he wanted to apologize for it, that he had begun therapy and had made changes, committing himself to earning and maintaining trust from those around him.

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Neither have provided any visual proof or receipts to accompany their side of the story, despite Wilbur claiming to have it. Shubble has also not released any messages that may support her claims, although she never claimed to have them.

Other content creators have spoken about it.

Tubbo said he wanted to wait until Wilbur stated his side and that his response made him angry. He stated people might think he's biased for Wilbur, but they haven't spoken in private often. He also stated the response was "fucking vile" and that Wilbur made it about him. And that people in chat don't have any place in his chat if they're defending domestic abuse and he wants them to unfollow him. That he fully supports watching Shubble for more context.

Niki also spoke about it and stated,

"I see that people expect me to say something about the situation. Truth is that I was freshly 18 years old when I met him, while I did not see a problem with it back then I can now see how harmful he was to my young self and how damaged I am from that time. my time in the uk had some of the darkest moments of my life (and I think people can tell from the way I used to act on stream) I still can’t think too much about everything that happened back then without shaking and I don’t want to, I always felt so unheard whenever I brought up any situation regarding that time. I don’t want to say more as I don’t want to make this situation about myself."

Hannah also encouraged people to support Shubble and that she avoided unfollowing Wilbur at first because she didn't want to out who her abuser. But she has now unfollowed him.

Aimsey also stated Wilbur was not canceled, he was an abuser.

Badlinu also stated he had seen Wilbur be manipulative numerous times.

Billzo also added that he'd also seen Wilbur intimidate and manipulate his friends

As far as I'm aware, that's all that's happened as of now.

Sidenote: this is not an invitation for discourse or me trying to tell anyone how they should feel/react on said situation. This is just me trying to give an objective view of what's happened, please do not start discourse on this post/blog. As always, I will not publish any negativity about any creator as that is not what this blog is for.

[manicpixiefelix]

head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}

Part 2.

Summary: Felix and Y/N's first year of university means being more open with how close they are, while perhaps growing a little more distant than Felix would like. Also the Catton family have bestowed Y/N their own title, which Felix hates, and Y/N and Farleigh have a moment of connection over Christmas.

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Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader with Felix, Venetia, and Farleigh in this chapter. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.

Warnings: Smut (reader bottoming but their gender is not made explicit), Degrading language (reader is referred to as as dog & pet)

A/N: 3071 words. i definitely meant to get to the start of their second year/first run in with Oli..... but this chapter got long enough, so instead we'll meet Oliver at the start of the next chapter and instead we get Felix and Reader at university, best friends who hook up shenanigans, Venetia being a pot-stirrer because she likes to rile up her brother, and Farleigh and Y/N bonding and boning. i feel like the pacing is a bit strange so id love some feedback <3 ALSO I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT UK COLLEGE CALANDERS IM SO SORRY LOL

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To absolutely no-ones surprise, least of all yours, Felix takes to the social aspects of college like a duck to water. Neither of you missed a single day or night of activities during first year orientation, and you both left the various pubs and bars with a different hook up each night.

Felix sees a poster for a band in town, and crows with laughter as he talks about how his mother would hate if he ever got a piercing, but you know the look in his eye too well, and tell him there's a piercing place a block away.

"God I miss Farleigh," you sigh with a smile, watching him size himself up in the mirror of the tattoo parlour where the piercer had drawn approximate dots to mark his soon-to-be eyebrow piercing.

"Oh he'd love this, wouldn't he?" Felix agrees, grinning from ear to ear, catching your gaze in the reflection. Despite the piercer's reassurance that it doesn't actually hurt that bad, Felix plays up the bit of being concerned, insisting that you hold his hand.

It's easier in this environment to be affectionate. Perhaps its the way that all nights liked to blur together, lips and teeth and tongues and hands, and you find yourself invited to parties and into bedrooms and Felix is in the crowd, pupils wide and drugs in his blood and knowing you can take care of yourself.

Fruit flies mistaking his light in the night for the rot they're used to.

That being said, while of course Felix is gorgeous and the life of the party, your own magnetic aura and love features draw in your own crowd of admirers; you proximity to Felix was merely a perk.

You yourself find yourself blooming at college; with a far stronger sense of identity than you'd had for most of your teenage years, you shed many of your adolescent insecurities and begin to embrace yourself and the people around you as more than just Felix's friends.

"I miss you," he teases, eyes shiny and pupils huge, looking at you with that look that made everyone else weak in the knees. The two of you are crammed too close in a booth at a club, everyone else having left to dance or find something interesting to snort in the bathrooms.

"I'm always around, Fi," you murmur, just as high, lips twisted into a bleary smile, your finger beneath his chin to lift his face to you.

"They love you here," he grinned, lips inches from yours, skin glowing with sweat from the adrenaline and high of the night, "knew they would," it's not especially jealous, more proud, and you sigh against his lips with the kind of warm contentment his praise always brings you.

"Don't care if they love me," you say, very tellingly, voice low and flirty. Anyone could see the two of you, but the unspoken rules of high school had fallen away; the rules of college seemed to prioritise a lack of judgement, especially with the people you surrounded yourself with. Felix giggles, flushing red, leaning into your touch, leaning even heavier against you in the little, otherwise empty booth.

"You miss me, Fi?" You prompt, letting his face go as you wrap an arm around him, drawing you in close to him. Despite his height, he folds himself up to lean into you. Felix giggles again, mostly to himself, clearly shitfaced, without answering, he angles his face up to press a kiss to your neck, "we see each other every day, we still fuck around, we -"

"Do you think I could live without you?" He asks suddenly, and surprisingly frankly. His chin is on your shoulder, eyes wide and demanding an answer. It's not a joke, nor some strange attempt at flirting, and your throat turns dry as the lights spin around you both.

"You're drunk," you tell him gently, "and high."

"Why would I ask that?" He frowns, suddenly, sitting up, as if he's talking more to himself than you, "that's a fucked question actually, sorry Y/N, I shouldn't have -"

"I think it's more about how you feel about it." You tell him gently, "we should get water. You sit here, I'll get it."

You're unsteady on your feet when you head to the bar, collecting two cups of water, almost overflowing, from the end, trying not to think about it all. It didn't matter either way, how he thought or felt about it. It was a foolish, drunken question, it doesn't matter. Right?

Except he's bopping back and forth in his seat, tapping the rhythm with surprising success on the table top, eyes shining in the light where all he seems to look at is you. Felix grin wide and bright, thanks already in his smile before the words reach his lips as you sit back down next to him.

You could live without him, but you know you'd never want to, so long as he'd want you around.

"Think I'd rather die than live without you," he says with little prompting, holding the cup with both hands as he downs half in a single gulp. What?

"What?"

He turns those perfect, brown eyes upon you like you don't already live your life in his shape, like he hadn't validated every choice you'd made since you'd met him. He smiles.

"You're my best mate, you're always good to me and help me with shit and never get mad at all the dumb ideas I have and you've made sure I haven't gotten kicked out of any schools, even if I probably deserved it," he rambles and takes another drink, this time choosing to look out at the nauseating crowd of haze and lights and bodies, "I love you, I don't think I could live without you."

"Is that why you miss me?" Your voice is barely audible above the music, but Felix still hears it. Putting his mostly empty cup on the table, he shoves his shoulder against yours, refusing to let up until his full weight is against you, the two of you toppling down in the booth, him draped over you wearing the absolute goofiest grin. It's a good reminder that you're both incredibly drunk.

"Just miss you."

You stumble out of the bar together, and back to the dorms. Felix is insistent that you stay with him.

"No funny business," he mumbles against your ear, breath hot and smirk in his voice, "promise."

"You couldn't get it up if you tried," you snorted, "whiskey dick." Though he tries to protest, you gently elbow him in the ribs and he sulkily admits that you're probably right. Still, in the warmth of his room and the two of you stripped to your underwear, it's kind of irresistible to not make out like teenagers for a good while. You get you both glasses of water to put on the nightstand, and Felix tells you he loves you while on the brink of sleep.

"Love you too, Fi."

"Couldn't live without you, meant it," he hiccups, cracking an eye to smirk up at you from where he's splayed out on the bed, "probably."

"Don't think I could live without you either," you shuffle yourself into the bed beside him, letting him roll over to wrap an arm around you, "even if you are a fucking wanker sometimes," you grin, and hear him laugh into his pillow.

Felix has more game than anyone you've ever met without even trying, stealing and breaking hearts from all areas of the university. You watch it happen with amusement as you find your own slew of pretty guys and girls to keep you company when you feel like it. Still, for all the charisma and charm Felix had been blessed with, his touch-starved nature becomes both a blessing and a curse when he finds himself drunk and tactile and desperate for touch.

A desperate, affection Felix loses all of those carefully-curated social barriers that the two of you had put between yourselves as teenagers in public. Girls are more open and supportive around here; perhaps you should be offended, that many, once they learn he's prone to clinging to you, to kissing you, they end up rationalising it. It doesn't count.

Or perhaps they think they can shift the affection to themselves. Felix always learns to be more affectionate to them, but will find himself with you more often than he's not.

And those girls don't even know about the sex.

"I think about you," he huffs between short, jagged breaths, with you bent over the end of his bed, "is that weird?"

His latest breakup isn't even twelve hours old yet, but when you'd showed up at his room with a six-pack of beers and the offer to let him vent, he'd taken it without hesitation. While they hadn't been going out for long, she'd been pretty, but an apparently lousy fuck. When you'd jokingly offered to remind him what a decent lay was like, Felix had genuinely jumped at the chance.

"A bit - ah," you mused for a moment, hips rocking back to meet his in a pleasant rhythm. He takes a pause to tap one of your ankles with his foot, and you adjust your stance to be a bit wider, "what context? Just in general - fuck, Fi, there," and you find yourself lost for words as he presses his hand against the small of your back. His pace remains steady as he fucks you, and you obliging lean further down; he knows you well, know how to fuck you just the way you both enjoy.

Then you're in his bed, straddling him, riding him with his hands on your hips, your thighs, bouncing as his nails dig pleasantly into your skin.

"Think about me?" You finally continue, breathless, and something about the way he holds you steady, lets you pause as he laughs, flushed cheeks growing even more read, makes you grin too, "you mean like this, don't you?" And you rolled your hips, eliciting a groan from him that was like music to your ears.

"Shut up," he'd laughed, giving you a squeeze, unable to meet your gaze.

"Did you ever call out my name?" You lean down, across him, and for a moment his hands slide up your body to wrap around your neck, bringing you in for a gentle kiss.

"Thankfully not."

"Still, those poor girls," you teased.

"Poor me," Felix argued, "having to try and power through terrible sex while thinking about someone who's not even there, just because I know you're better at it," and he played at pouting for a moment, looking for sympathy.

"You really didn't have to tell me all this," you laughed, sitting back up and setting a gentle pace, smiling down at him, "you're such a perv." When his fingertips trail down your body, a shiver runs down your spine. There's this look in his eyes for just a moment, something knowing, something teasing, something you'd seen on occasion that made you feel so wanted and seen and -

He likes you knowing.

"You gonna give me something to think about?" That tone of voice, the teasing, the faintest hint of authority, like he's pretending like he doesn't know all the ways you'd debauch yourself if only he asked.

Venetia gets you a collar for Christmas, and Farleigh's already been kicked out of several universities by the time your first Winter break had arrived.

"Oh Pet, that's so cute," Elspeth coos at the designer, velvet collar that Venetia had smugly handed over while Felix had scowled, "is that Cartier?" Much to Felix's dismay, Elspeth and Sir James have apparently taken to calling you Pet as a pet name. He blames his sister entirely.

"Pet's easier, sweetheart," Elspeth had tried to argue when you'd sat down at your first breakfast of the Winter break at Saltburn, and she'd asked Duncan 'don't forget about our dear pet'. Naturally Felix had frowned the entire time while arguing with his parents, who insisted it's easier to use Pet than a whole new set of names and pronouns.

"It's been years mum, how have you not adjusted?" He demands, while you have shrunken in your chair and tried to divine life's secrets from your breakfast.

"What do you think, Pet?" Venetia said with a venomous kind of sweetness. Looking up at her, she's wearing this smug kind of smile, directed not at you but at Felix next to you. When you look to him, you see Farleigh across the table trying to hide his amusement in several pieces of toast eaten with no break in between.

"I think," you paused, looking past an annoyed Felix to his mother at the head of the table, "that if you want to call me Pet, you can, I think it's sweet, but please don't expect Felix to refer to me as such," you said with a surprising amount of firmness. Then after a beat of surprise from the rest of the table, you took a deep breath, "and for events and guests, I really wouldn't appreciate being introduced as such."

"Of course," Elspeth quickly amends, adding, "Y/N," for good measure.

"It's a pet name, Pet," Sir James gives an awkward little smile, nodding in agreement. Farleigh met your gaze for a moment, and you could see only the bread was keeping his laughter from spilling out. Beside you, Felix relaxes, and finally you look at him. Dark, serious eyes, with something grateful shining faintly in the morning sun.

Of course you let him throw Venetia's collar gift in the fire in front of her, despite her protests.

You get used to the sweet way the Cattons refer to you as Pet; as much as Felix despised it's connotations when it came from his sister, there was something comforting, something almost secure about the way the whole family had picked it up so easily.

"Was wondering where I'd find you," Farleigh's voice is warm while you're raiding the expansive kitchen for some kind of easy midnight snack. You could have asked one of the many staff members who reside on the property, but you hadn't wanted to bother them over probably some crisps.

"Farleigh!" You light up upon hearing his voice, turning, refrigerator door still open in your hand. He approaches, and you close the refrigerator, hugging him tightly, "oh this is great, it's been so long since it's been just us!"

"Darling pet," he says with a surprising amount of gentleness.

"You should come to Oxford, Fi and I miss you terribly," you tell him, leaning into his touch with a sincere smile as he holds your face gently, while you still hold him is a loose embrace.

"I've already been accepted into another college; you'll be fine without me," and he grins, kissing you on the nose, pressing a kiss to each cheek, "pet." He adds, almost to himself, and your face falls as you think about what he'd said.

"Everything's better with you," you insist, "and you'd love it; we could party like we did that Summer in France, but every weekend -!" Farleigh cuts you off with his lips against yours; you can taste the sweet smile he's wearing before he deepens the kiss.

Later, in Farleigh's bed, bathed in moonlight and the afterglow, you light up a cigarette and open his window.

"Fucking freezing," Farleigh mutters.

"Sorry," but you don't close the window. Silence stretches out between you both. You hope Farleigh enjoyed himself, hope he's happy -

"You don't need them," he says quietly, staring up at the ceiling. After a moment, you breathe out a lungful of smoke and turn to him with a frown, "this family; we all know where you're from. You don't need them." There's something strange about his tone, clearing his throat when he finally looks at you, "but you still want them to love you."

"They're good to me," you finally say, dropping your gaze as you reach back to offer the cigarette, "to us," you tell him, and he hums with the smoke in his lungs. Then, taking back the cigarette, you inhale the sour-sweet smoke and tap off the ash off the window sill.

"I'm not their fucking dog, Farleigh," you mumble, surprising frustration escaping you, anger you hadn't even realised you were holding on to.

"I know, pet," he says softly, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, "you'll let them think they have you kept, but you're not their dog, I know."

"I like you, Farleigh," you say with a faint smile, leaning back to see the way he's grinning too, "and I love you a bit as well I think."

"I know, I love you too, Y/N."

"We miss you a lot." There's something about the quiet that follows your words that you know all too well; Farleigh's about to tease you for something. Probably Felix related.

As if on cue;

"Does he know you like being his dog?" Grin widening, Farleigh gives you a slight shove, though the truth of his words has you hiding your own embarrassed smile.

"He thinks it's an insult to me, which is sweet of him," you chuckled, and Farleigh eases the cigarette from your fingers, "but it's like he has no idea the effect he's had on me for over a decade now. Yeah, I'm my own person, I have hobbies and friends outside of him, but -"

"You're a service bottom and desperately in love," Farleigh cuts in with a surprisingly sage tone, nodding like he hadn't absolutely called you out. Shocked with his vulgar kind of accuracy, you practically shove him out of the bed, laughing that he needs to fuck off, and the discussion is left at that.

The next morning, sitting down to breakfast, Duncan quietly informs Sir James that there had been a disturbance during the night. Immediately you throw Farleigh under the bus and declare that it's his fault.

"Hey!" He shouts back, grinning, "it takes two to fuck in the kitchen!" Which has all four of you, Venetia, Felix, Farleigh, and yourself, cracking up with laughter as Elspeth and Sir James were exasperated by your collective antics.

There is so much affection in Felix's eyes in this moment, this simple, strange moment of admitted sexual deviance. Except it's never felt like that to either of you. It's one of the ways you've both shown love, and he loves that you love those closest to him.

And you love to make him happy.

Farleigh was right, not that you'd ever tell him.

[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field II

summary: you didn't meet the requirements for the plinth prize, only to find out that you're not just missing out on that- you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. your friend wants to help, because maybe you can help each other.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.8k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows. also someone dies (but its not too graphic), mentions of blood and violence you guys get the vibes.

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a/n: embarrassed to say this is grabbing me by the cuff of my shirt and yanking me out of writer's block sorry to everyone who followed for drew's characters lmao. anyway idek if any of this is any good but as long as i'm writing something i'm pleased.

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Coriolanus clenched his jaw as he watched you eat from the plate of fruit your maid brought up after you called for tea, hoping that somehow you would just miss the sound of his stomach growling. He had said no, but you insisted because you were hungry. You don't even know what hungry feels like- he's already regretting letting you help him.

"So," You start, covering your mouth as you finish chewing so you could get down to strategy. If you were going to help, you had to go at this wisely. "What is your plan? Lay it out for me. I'll give you my thoughts."

"I talked to Tigris, she agreed that I need to get Lucy Gray to trust me." He tells you. "She said she would want someone here to care about her. That will have to be me."

"Okay." You nod, reaching for another slice of apple on the plate, trying to ignore the way his eyes track the fruit all the way from your plate to your lips. "So, I'm doing a more behind-the-scenes thing. I think that's better, for us and her. I don't want her to be overwhelmed."

"Yeah." Coryo agrees, staring at you. At this point, it's driving you crazy.

"Coryo." You state, pushing the dish across the coffee table in his direction. "Eat. Please."

"No, I couldn't." He tries to politely decline and you raise an eyebrow at him.

"I insist. It was made for two, I can't possibly stomach it all. It would be a shame for it to go to waste." You had laid your cards out just minutes earlier, making it clear you both knew more about each other's home lives than you cared to discuss, but that didn't mean you would torture him with it.

He hesitates before grabbing a slice and taking a few bites, looking past you and out the window. He wouldn't want it to go to waste like you said, after all.

"I won't tell anyone, you know." You say, your tone walking a line between joking and being serious. He'll interpret that in whatever way he chooses, and you're okay with that.

"I should be going, actually." He says, dropping the other half of the apple slice back onto the dish and standing up, smoothing the creases in his slacks.

You stand up as well, making your way to the door and ringing the bell that summons your maid. "I'll walk you out, just give me a second." You explain to him, and by the time you're done your sentence, she is there looking at you expectantly. "Take these leftovers and pack them up for my friend." You tell her, pointing to the mostly full plate. "And pack some of those pastries you made for his family as well, if you don't mind. Oh! And that bread, it will go bad soon if someone doesn't eat it." She just nods silently as you speak, walking past you to take the plate before leaving.

"Thank you." Coriolanus mutters through gritted teeth once your maid is out of earshot.

"Like I said," You smile. "I don't want it to go to waste."

The morning the tributes arrived, Coriolanus was late to class. He had never been late to class, not once, and you would know- because you hadn't either. Not that you were worried, but it was almost the only thing you could think about. It was odd, but he must have gone to greet Lucy Gray. That would be the only thing that made sense.

"Your little excursion is in violation of about five Academy rules, Mister Snow." Dean Highbottom says as the blonde boy walks in, uniform disheveled as he finds his seat across the room from you.

You make eye contact only briefly with him as the Dean goes on about how endangering the life of a student is against the rules, and your friend would be accumulating a demerit over the whole thing.

From what you can gather, he did go see Lucy Gray, which went farther than he intended when he ended up escorting her all the way into the monkey cage at the zoo. To you, that was comically appropriate. To Sejanus, it was a crime. Of course it was, his heart never left District Two. As much as you had your differences, Sejanus was a kind boy. You did like him, only after you got it through your mind that if you were to leave the Capitol, you would always be Capitol at heart. You're pulling on a loose string on the hem of your uniform sleeve, more, more, until you've almost undone the whole length of your wrist. When the thread breaks you want to hit something, for little to no reason, and you bite into your bottom lip.

You don't even know why you're so mad. You have a short fuse and you know that, maybe it's about Coryo. Maybe it's about your sleeve that's now slightly longer on one side.

You're drawn from your thoughts as Clemensia stands up from her seat next to Coryo, addressing Dr. Gaul who, as far as you know, had only been in the room for a minute or so. "Coriolanus and I do all our assignments together, I think it would be fitting for us to write up the proposal together too. I have some good ideas for things to be incorporated into the games along with betting." Your eyes roll so hard at this that it makes your head ache.

"I brought her a rose from Grandma'am's garden and she ate it. She needs food." Coryo tells you, walking alongside you down the hall.

"I'll get something together for her. Would you like to come with me to pick it up and then we can go to the zoo?" You ask, adjusting your shoulder bag as he holds the front door open for you.

"Okay. Are you sure you should come?"

"If you would like me to." You shrug, leading him in the direction of your parent's town car.

He thinks on it for a moment. Does he want you to meet Lucy Gray? You were technically also her mentor, even if you were taking a backseat. It struck him again, harder somehow, when he met her in person how similar she was to you. Besides the distinct accent, every word that came out of her mouth sounded as though it could have been written in a script by you. If you were district, that is. It was hard to wrap his mind around.

"I would." He finally answers, more so on impulse than resulting from his thought process.

You smile, linking your arm around his as you approach the vehicle.

"Then we can drop you at Clem's. if you'd like." You offer bitterly and he just gives a curt nod in response.

After getting your maid to pack some food for Lucy Gray with some extra for the two of you, assuming you would be gone for the evening, you got a ride to the zoo. The atmosphere was exciting, with people and children crowding the bars- this time including a few of your classmates. Sejanus, which you had expected, and Arachne- no doubt there to get attention.

"Lucy Gray!" Coryo called out, summoning the girl toward the two of you as you approached the bars marking the edge of the enclosure.

"Well hello, Coriolanus. You brought a friend, care to introduce us?" She smiles, looking between the two of you. Admittedly, you admire her poise, given the situation. Politeness in front of the cameras was a must- she's doing an exemplary job in humanizing herself.

"Lucy Gray, this is my friend Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, meet Lucy Gray." He nods between the two of you and you reach through the bars to shake her hand.

"Hello. Pleasure to meet you." You smile at her, which she returns.

"You as well." She nods, clearly impressed as she looks between you and Coryo. You had decided back at your home to not introduce yourself as another mentor, just as a friend, after gushing the reaction to the other tributes thinking Lucy Gray was getting special treatment this morning when her mentor was the only one to show up. "Coriolanus, is Miss Y/L/N here your sweetheart?"

His face flushes red as he shakes his head, refusing to look at you. You laugh, not noticing his change in undertone as you answer for him. "No, no. Just a friend." You explain, digging in your bag for her food, wanting to quickly change the subject. "We brought you this." You hold out the napkin for her, containing a sandwich, a couple of desserts, and some plums.

"Oh wow, thank you!" Lucy Gray smiles, accepting it gratefully. "Hey, Jessup! Come eat." She calls out to the other tribute from her district, who you remember was assigned to Lysistrata Vickers.

He comes over, but doesn't acknowledge either of you as Lucy Gray holds out one of the dessert bars to him. "I'm not hungry."

"It won't do you any good to starve now. You need your energy." Lucy Gray insists, practically shoving it into his hand.

"I hope you like blueberry." You cut in. "It's a blueberry biscuit with pistachio filling. Made fresh this morning- I promise it's good."

He doesn't say anything, taking it and retreating to the rock he was previously sitting on to eat.

"Will you be sharing everything with him?" Coryo asks her quietly as he walks away.

"Why? So I can keep my energy up enough to strangle him? I don't think that will matter much in a few days."

"You can't trust anyone once the games start, so why trust them now?" You reply quietly, scanning over the other tributes, eyes landing on Arachne taunting her tribute. Of course she would- her arrogance never fails to impress you.

"Your friend over there seems just lovely." Lucy Gray says sarcastically, eyes following yours as you watch your classmate.

"Not our friend." You and Coryo respond at the same time.

"She's poison with perfect teeth." He continues and you nod.

"One thing I learned in twelve is that hunger is a weapon." Lucy Gray says. You're not sure what she means, but you nod anyway.

"Here, let's sit." You suggest, changing the subject as you crouch down to lay out a cloth on the ground to place the food on.

As you're laying it out carefully between the bars for Lucy Gray, you can feel Coryo's eyes burning into the backs of your hands. Lucy Gray notices this too, handing him a cookie from the pile.

"No, I couldn't." His default response. "You need it more than me."

"You were staring. Here, we'll share." She insists and he takes it gratefully, breaking off a piece and placing it in his mouth.

"Here..." You mumble, digging through your bag again and pulling out the glass container designated for his dinner. You place it in his lap, not giving him the chance to turn it down. "Packed it just for you."

He takes it off his lap, tensely getting up. "I'll be back in a moment." He tells you both, red uniform disappearing behind the small crowd.

"You can see it too?" Lucy Gray asks you, nibbling on half of a sandwich.

You nod slightly, eyes still trying to track him to see where he went, then landing on him talking to Sejanus who's desperately trying to get his tribute, Marcus, to eat some of the food he brought.

"He's quite sensitive about it." You explain. "I appreciate you being kind to him. No one else knows... I think. Regardless, you are very important to him."

She nods a little bit, watching you watch your friend. "Are you just buttering me up?" She jokes and you shake your head, returning your attention to the girl across from you.

"No, I mean it. It's more than the prize for us." You state. "Him." You quickly correct yourself. "I just want to help however I can, if you need anything else just ask, but I'll bring food every day. Or I'll send it with Coryo."

"Coryo, huh?"

"Well, yes. We've been friends for years."

"I see." Lucy Gray nods, both of you watching him make his way back over. You lift up his container of food and hand it to him before he even has the chance to sit down.

"What about you, Lucy Gray? Any friends back home? Family?" You ask, looking away from him as he sits. You want him to eat, but you know he would loathe you for watching, so you direct all your attention to her.

"I'm an orphan, just like Coryo here." She nods to him and his brows furrow at the nickname coming from someone new. "It's just me and the Covey."

"Covey?" You ask.

"Yeah, they're my family and we perform together. It's how we make our change."

"Well, you are a very talented singer. Jaws were on the floor in the Capitol during your performance." You smile. 

"I'm not one to go quietly, that's all."

"I'm not either." You agree. "I think we'll be fine friends."

Just at that moment, the three of you hear a scream that has you turning your heads as fast as lightning over to the source, catching the end of Arachne getting her throat slit by her tribute. You and Coriolanus are on your feet in seconds, running over to try and help her just as gunfire rings out, taking down her tribute for the crime of her murder.

You pull off your blazer, both you and Coryo using it to try and stop the bleeding, but you could tell it was no use. By the time you look up, the crowd of spectators was completely gone having rushed for the exits during the attack.

Just as you both realize it's no use, and that she's already dead, you're being pulled away by peacekeepers.

"Hey! Let me go right this second!" You shout, trying to pull away.

"You kids have to get out of here." One of them answers blankly.

"I have to get my stuff!" You complain, trying to wiggle out of their strong grip. "You want me to leave my knife over within reach too? Are you stupid?"

They stop, sighing as they let you go. "Thank you." You huff, readjusting your shirt before walking back over to where you were just sitting with Lucy Gray, quickly gathering your things but leaving food for her.

"Lucy Gray, are you alright?" You ask, seeing her lying on the ground a few feet away from the bars now, just getting up.

She just nods, the fear in her eyes starting to cease. 

"You're not shot?" You follow up with, looking over her at the same time she does.

"No, I'm fine. You go." She replies, standing up again and dusting off her dress.

"Thank god. Those idiots are awful shots!" You bite, looking back at the peacekeepers over your shoulder, Coriolanus now nowhere to be seen.

You stand up and pull your bag across your body, walking past them toward the exit as they attempt to guide you in the right direction. "Don't touch me!" You hiss, smacking their hands away.

"Coryo!" You call out, running to catch up with him in the academy hall the next morning. He slows down, glancing over his shoulder and stopping to wait for you.

"Y/N." He states, looking at you expectantly. 

"Shall we go see Lucy Gray today?" You ask, reaching up to tighten your ponytail that had come loose in your jog.

"No." He shakes his head, continuing to walk and you follow after him. 

"What? Why not? She needs us to bring her food, and we have to-"

"I'll discuss the games with her at the planned meeting this afternoon. You won't be going back to the zoo."

"Excuse me?" You ask, grabbing his arm to stop him in his tracks. "I know I'm like, your assistant, or whatever, but you will not tell me what I can and cannot do."

"It's too dangerous. They are dangerous." Coriolanus argues. "I won't have you ending up like Arachne."

He had been up all night writing his proposal for Dr. Gaul. It was the only thing that could get his mind off the death of his classmate, and off of you. What if it had been you? He should have known it was dangerous, it was his fault. It was his idea that the mentors get closer to the tributes and someone was killed. Arachne's blood was on his hands, and he was just relieved that it wasn't yours staining his uniform instead.

"No. No, she died because she was stupid." You whisper, looking around. "She taunted her tribute and handed her a knife, at that point it's natural selection. I am not her. I am smarter."

He stares down at you, scanning over your features as you beg him to let you continue to help. "You need me, Coriolanus. Admit that much to yourself."

"I don't need you," He spits back. "But I like you much better alive. You are the one person in this school I can stand, I won't lose you over something so reckless." He pulls his arm from your grasp and walks off.

You look around, seeing your classmates staring and you roll your eyes. "Take a picture or something." You say to no one in particular, prompting people to avert their eyes.

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[gag-me-munson]

Prom Date

Pairing: Eddie x Fem!reader

Warnings: None really. Mentions of oral on Eddie but it's not explicitly written. Mostly fluff today.

"She was supposed to be here already," Eddie was frantic around the trailer. His Uncle, Wayne, trailing behind, "Or was I supposed to get her? How do these things even work?"

"Just settle down and let me fix your bow tie, boy." Wayne was huffing, slightly annoyed by Eddie's insecurities but also smiling through it because Eddie was finally doing something, well, normal.

Groaning loudly, Eddie hangs his head and walks towards his uncle and gritting his teeth. Prom was definitely not his idea of a fun time, but you had promised him road head to make up for it. Reluctantly Eddie agreed to this plan, but only after begging him for another five minutes.

"What if she doesn't like this stupid flower thing I got? You picked it out anyways, how about you go instead?" Eddie trying to get out at the last minute was so him. Especially for something that made him feel like more of an outcast.

"It's called a corsage, Eddie." Wayne mumbles and lifts his nephew's head up to fix the bow tie. "You said her dress was purple, right?"

"Well, she calls it lavender." Eddie says sarcastically, waving his hands in the air before running one through his hair, cursing under his breath and running straight back to the mirror to fix it. He wanted tonight to be over with already, to have you sneak back into his bed after a smoke and cuddle you.

"Well, white goes with anything," Wayne calls out after Eddie, "even lavender." He chuckles and after a moment there's a small knock at the door.

Wayne answers it and smiles when he sees you all dressed up. Sure enough, it's a lavender shade of purple, to the knees with ruffled sleeves. Small black heels adorn your feet and you have on one of your mother's necklaces.

"Well, darlin'," He grins broadly and ushers you into the small trailer, "don't you look nice. Eddie, your date is here, now leave your hair alone and get going!"

At first Wayne had been unsure of you, knowing the type of girl Eddie usually went for around the park, but after watching you help him not only with his homework but listen to his nephew go on and on about the latest dragons and dungeons- or whatever it was called, he didn't pay much attention- campaign, he changed his mind completely.

Eddie rushes past you to the fridge and quickly pulls out a plastic container. He shuffles towards you, blushing with ferocity so much that even his ears are red, and brings out the white rose corsage.

"I got this for you..." and as he takes it out of the packaging, Eddie places the beautiful flower around your wrist with a gentle ease.

"It's perfect, Eddie." You smile and lift his chin up so that his deep brown eyes meet your own. "Thank you."

He finally offers you his famous grin and nods fervently, "yeah, no problem."

"Alright kids, off you go before you miss the damn dance." Wayne hurries you both out as he lights the cigarette in his mouth, waving goodbye.

After helping you into the van, Eddie hops into the driver's side and starts up, turning the volume dial down.

You had offered, many times on the way, to give Eddie the road head you'd promised but in his words, "I'll fuck up the tux, I know it." And that was that.

Usually he had his free hand on your leg but tonight he was anxiously playing with the rings on that hand, biting his bottom lip and paying more attention to the road than usual. He was so nervous to be out of his element and around the "normal" kids that he just was shutting down.

"Why, Eddie Munson," you venture and take his hand into both of yours, "I have never seen you like this before. It's just a dance!"

"Yeah, just a dance," he scoffs and exhales loudly, "where everyone will be staring because I can't do that. Dance, I mean."

You kiss the top of his hand and let it rest on your lap, shaking your head, "I don't care about them. You shouldn't either. I'm going because I wanted to dance with you. To show you off because you are worth showing off, Eddie."

At the stoplight, Eddie seems to relax, his shoulders moving down from his ears and he looks at you quickly with a faint smile. "I love ya, babe." He grins and starts driving again after the go from green.

After the short drive and finding a parking spot nearer the back, away from the rest of the cars headed towards the school, Eddie gets out and comes to your side. He opens the door as you grab your dress and hop out, thanking him.

"Well, here we go." He sighs and offers his hand. You take it and give it a squeeze of confirmation, letting your boyfriend know that you're more than ready.

The music is loud and it's a faster song, most definitely pop music, too. You laugh at the look on Eddie's face before you point to where a line of people are waiting to get their portrait taken in front of a simple paper backdrop.

"Oh come on, we have to!" You say with glee and before Eddie can even begin to say "nope", you're dragging him to the line.

He is completely and totally out of his element and you can tell how nervous he is, so when it's your turn for a photo, you make Eddie stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. You look up and behind to him and smile brightly before the photo is taken and the girl taking them is now onto the next.

"See... that wasn't so bad." You grin and notice a slower song is finally on. His hand in yours, you take Eddie to the dance floor and stand in front of him.

"Now, I know you can do this. We've danced in the trailer hundreds of-"

You're cut off with a kiss and Eddie wrapping his arms around your waist, yours going around his neck. He's blushing again.

"No one needs to know what we do in private." He rests his forehead on yours and chuckles as you smile back.

Cyndi Lauper blares her "Time After Time." In the background and as clichéd and overplayed as it is, you can hear Eddie singing it to you in a near whisper of a voice. You pull your head away and look into his eyes, his watching you as his mouth sings the words to you, making you feel like the only person in the dressed up gym.

"If you're lost, you can look and you will find me. Time After time..."

School will be ending soon and who knows what will happen with you and this amazing boy, so you can only gulp hard, blink your oncoming tears away and hug Eddie close.

"I know we're young... and I know this is stupid, but I want you. Forever." He whispers your name into your ear and butterflies begin to spread throughout your stomach. Can he really be asking you-

"Be my wife. Please..." With now fresh tears you once again take a look into those beautiful and dark brown eyes, searching for the joke or at least the sarcasm.

"What'd you just ask me?"

With a newfound confidence, Eddie grins from ear to ear, picking you up so you can't run away when he loudly declares, "I love you and I want you to marry me!"

You're blushing now but your eyes still don't leave his, not even as the other people in the gym look or roll their eyes at the pair of you.

"Oh Eddie," you sigh dreamily as he sets you slowly down, "Eddie Munson, '86 is definitely your year."

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[badingsm]

Warnings: Too much fluff, suggestive contents, cursing, and Aunt Yelena!

To those who requested, here you go! 😗

Note: I needed some help from AI for the description of the house because I suck with describing things, otherwise, the rest is all mine.

"Baby, I'm home!"

"In the kitchen!" You informed Natasha, your wife, who had just gotten home from the tower after she submitted her post-mission reports.

Currently, you're tending to your hunger in the kitchen, munching on the delivered chicken wings, lasagna, donuts, and ice cream that you've bought online.

"Hi," Natasha's head poked from the doorway, looking through the variety of foods that you've got all to yourself, smiling amusingly at you, "You hungry, moya lyubov?"

"Don't be homophobic, I'm starving." You frowned, hating the interruption but loving the way her lips had collided into your skin, missing her already even though she had just left a couple of hours ago. "Is Willow still sleeping?"

"Mhm," She smirked while wiggling her brows suggestively as she traced her heated palms around your shoulder, "You know, I've been missing you a lot lately because you always have to tend our Willow."

You raised your brow at her, rolling your eyes. "She's eight months old and in need of some caring hands to guide her."

"Oh, baby," Natasha tutted, "I need some caring hands too, you know...while our daughter is still not in need of yours."

You pursed your lips at that, silently looking back and forth between your wife, who's made you feel really hot, and your food, the one that you can't stop thinking about since last night. Seriously torn between the two.

"Would you let me eat my ice cream on your abs?" You looked up at her with doe eyes, defeatedly sighing, making her chuckle lowly as she looked at you with lustful ones.

"Deal."

There was a quick exchange of sloppy kisses, and the next thing you knew, you were both locked up in your shared room with soundproofed walls, seeing white.

-

Two months later..

"Love, wakey wakey," Natasha mumbled in your ear, shaking your sleeping form gently.

"Piss off!" You groaned, turning away from her, which made her chuckle, kissing the exposed skin on your neck. "Natalia, I'm telling you, if I don't get my sleep, I will make sure that you don't get to see your daughter ever and-"

You didn't get to finish your sentence because soon, your body voluntarily stood up on its own, making your way quickly into the bathroom when something went up into your throat.

Natasha was quick enough to rush to your side, helping you while she rubbed your back comfortingly. "You okay?"

"I'm puking my guts out, and you're still asking me that?" You scoffed at her sarcastically in mid-session.

"Okay, sorry, I was just asking." Natasha frowned at the attitude but decided to ignore it instead. "Why are you throwing up anyway? Did you eat all the cookies again?"

"Hey, it's Wanda's cookies!" You protested, cleaning yourself because you felt icky after flushing the toilet bowl. "Her cookies are special. I don't know why; maybe she's putting her magic on them, but they're really yummy, so don't blame it on me. Blame Wanda."

"Mhm, whatever you say," Natasha uttered unconvincingly, causing you to pout at her through the mirror as you brushed your teeth. "I'm thinking about visiting the compound with Willow later; would you like to come?"

"Why?"

"Her aunts and uncles are bugging me." She pursed her lips while brushing her teeth beside you also. "They said that I've kept her all to myself, and they want to see her."

It's true, though.

You were staying in some hidden land in Ohio, where only Natasha and you had access. You both have asked Wanda to make your house invisible in the eyes of the others in order for you to be safe, which she easily agreed to.

Your home is the perfect combination of aesthetics, simplicity, and elegance, making it the ideal paradise for a family. Its façade exudes timeless charm with its deep color palette and graceful architectural lines. As you enter, an open-plan living space greets you, characterized by a clean, streamlined design and plenty of natural light streaming in through the large windows. The fully equipped kitchen, decorated with sleek cabinets and modern appliances, seamlessly connects to the cozy dining area, making it the center of family gatherings. Upstairs, you'll discover quiet and spacious bedrooms, including the master suite, a peaceful hideaway with an en-suite bathroom and dressing room. The meticulously landscaped backyard provides a peaceful outdoor oasis for relaxation and play, completing this elegant yet unpretentious family residence.

In addition to that, you've stopped taking missions, wanting to focus solely on your daughter and family. For now, at least.

So..

You smiled, longing for your friends while being a mother. Wanting to talk about your journey of motherhood with Natasha and Willow with your friends would surely make your day.

"Sure, let's go and make some trouble on Tony's property!"

-

"She's grown so much!" Kate gushed while Yelena held your guys' daughter tightly in her chest. The blonde melted at the sight of her niece clinging onto her (not that she'll ever admit that), like they had already made some connection after seeing and clinging to each other for ten minutes. "She's so cute. I want to have one-"

"What?!" Yelena widened her eyes, slightly raising her voice in shock, causing Willow to pout at her with wide orbs, thinking that her aunt was yelling at her. She saw the tears gathering in the corner of your daughter's eyes, causing her to panic and feel guilty at the same time she comforted her, "Oh, no, no, no, no—I'm sorry, it's not you. It's Kate Bishop, I promise!"

"Do you keep saying my full name just to point out that you know it?"™ Kate sighed, making faces at Willow to make her laugh.

"Yes," Yelena proudly stated, "I know a lot about you. Mother, Eleanor. Arrested for-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Kate quickly mumbled, stopping Yelena from discussing her family history in front of you. "Can I hold her now? You've been holding her for so long already."

Yelena glared at her, "No."

"Come on! Let's take turns."

"Um, excuse me," You interrupted them both. "My daughter's not a toy; I just want to remind you guys, you know, in case you forgot, that's all."

"I'm still mad at you," The blonde told you pointedly, her attention shifting into you. "You should've told me, so I gave my sestra some shovel talk."

"Yeah," You cringed, looking at Natasha, who was laughing quietly at your side, "Let's not do that. Not really cool, dude."

You bid your goodbyes after that, leaving Natasha with Yelena, Kate, and the others, letting them meet and bond with your daughter, chuckling lowly as you heard Natasha in your earshot while you find your way to the medbay, where you're sure Bruce and Tony were.

"Shovel talk? Really?"

-

"Good afternoon, gentlemen!" You greeted loudly, not bothering to knock as you entered the lab. Bruce jumped slightly from his seat while Tony had just looked up from his sciencey tech to blink at you before turning his attention back to the equipment, causing you to frown and say, "Hey, didn't you miss me?"

"No." Tony stuck his tongue out at you childishly, making you gasp in offense. "See? We bond over our ego and pride. I told you before, you should've just married me instead of Red."

"Okay, first of all, I'll tell Pepper that you said that." You smirked teasingly when he widened his eyes in panic. "And secondly, dude, that's fucking disgusting, so fuck you. Lastly, fuck you very much because I feel disgusting now."

"Hey, Y/n," Bruce gently cut in his greeting, "How are you?"

"I'm fine." You shrugged. "We've brought Willow along, though."

"Really?" Tony looked up at you with interest. You nodded as an answer, causing him to sprint off the room, shouting, "You should've started with that!"

Now that you're finally alone, you've turned to Bruce.

"Thank god the nosy is finally gone!" You breathed out lowly, resulting in some manly chuckles from him. You laughed with him for quite a while before turning serious and mumbling.

"Bruce, we have a mission."

-

"Hey, baby," Natasha mumbled from your side. You're all gathered in the dining area in the compound, having some dinner together, courtesy of Tony's credit card. "Where have you been a while ago?"

"Bruce," You replied shortly with a shrug, munching onto your fries and dipping them in the ice cream that you'd specifically asked for yourself.

"Why?"

"Too many questions, Natalia." You pursed your lips, looking over Thor, who's playing with Willow to keep her attention away from you. "Hey, Thunder, show her some tricks!"

"Absolutely not!" Natasha reprimanded quickly, turning her attention to the team with full authority. "No tricks, no weapons, no fighting, or anything around my daughter, understood?"

"Copy." All of them replied with an eye roll, causing the former assassin to glare at them in warning.

"Hey, Romanoff, you've got a cake here!" Sam called Natasha from the doorway, having just gotten home from his mission in Nebraska. He dropped the sealed cake in front of your wife, making the redhead frown.

"I didn't order anything," Natasha mumbled cautiously. She was being extremely careful when she opened it; her trained senses and alert mode were all turned on, not wanting to put anyone in harm's way just in case there was a bomb inside the box.

"Couldn't you be any slower?" Yelena groaned impatiently from her chair.

Natasha gazed at her with furrowed brows and scolded, "Shut up!"

"You're such a mom!"™

"It's because I... am..." Natasha's sentence had died down in her tongue when she finally opened the box. It was your guys' favorite cake from the store down the block. She blinked owlishly at the dedication written on the cake, trying to make sure that she wasn't hallucinating in any way. The redhead read it out loud again, still not wanting to believe it.

Hi, Mama! We'll see you in March!

"What does this mean?" Natasha gazed at you, already tearing up. "We'll? Meaning.."

You nodded eagerly, sobbing uncontrollably, "We're having twins, you sharpshooter!"

"Oh, my god! This is amazing, baby!" Natasha lunged at you with kisses, not caring about the teasing whistles that she got from the team. "Thank you! I'm so happy, moya lyubov!"

You chuckled at her, kissing her passionately while she returned the sentiment with the same intensity, only breaking apart when you heard Yelena shouting about something that had you gasping with a horrified look when she began running away with your daughter.

"Fuck yes! Willow's mine now!"

[maarrgarr]

The Unknown Heir.

masterlist of the Unknown Heir.

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader.

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warning: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.

The morning of that day began with you waking Ryusei up with a delicious breakfast in bed. "Happy Birthday my beautiful baby!" you told him when he opened his eyes. He gave you a big smile showing his white teeth and jumped towards you, hugging you around the neck. "You don't have to call me that anymore mommy, I'm grown up" he told you. You died of tenderness, but at the same time your heart broke knowing it was true.

You noticed how Ryu's eyes sparkled when he saw his favorite foods on the tray: mochis, pancakes with chocolate syrup, was accompanied with orange juice and chocolate milk. Ryu loved sweet foods, and although you didn't like that he ate so much sweet because it could hurt him, since it was his birthday, of course you left him.

When he finished his breakfast, you helped him get dressed and you both went to the infirmary so that he could stay with Shoko. "Can't you stay with me even today?" he asked you with a sad face. "Sorry love, but I have to go to work. I promise you that tonight we'll have a great time with everyone, yes?" He nodded a little more happily, "And will you give me the gift I asked for?" he asked and luckily, Shoko just opened the door. "Happy birthday to my beautiful nephew!" Ryu's attention drifted to his aunt and soon the two of them were in each other's arms.

You left Ryusei and went to the training ground where Tetsuo, Rumi and Gojo were already there. It was the same as always, the students trained among themselves, while you and Satoru watched them. You two didn't talk as usual, and you didn't look at each other either.

You were sorry for Ryusei, but you still weren't ready to talk to Gojo, let alone tell him the truth.

But, unfortunately for you, time has already given you several opportunities to tell him, which you missed. So fate would see to it that Ryusei got his birthday present.

It was already getting dark. And in one of the rooms, there were Shoko, Rumi, Ijichi, Ryusei, to your surprise there was also Yaga and lastly you. On the table there was a light blue cake with white details and around it many sweet things and on another smaller table, were the gifts that had been brought to Ryusei. While the room was also decorated with light blue and white balloons.

It was a quiet gathering, all of you chatting and laughing. Soon it was time for Ryu to blow out the candle. You lit the candles and soon everyone sang happy birthday to him. You picked up Ryu and he blew out all three candles. You smiled happily and kissed him cheek lovingly. "I love you" you whispered and he kissed you back on the cheek, "I love you more, mommy."

After blowing out the candles, they kept talking and having a nice time all together. Until Ryu yelled excitedly: "let's play hide and seek!". You were about to say no, since they were all big people and you didn't think they wanted to play that game, Ryusei's favorite. But Shoko spoke before: "Let's play". Rumi and Ijichi agreed, the latter a bit intimidated by Ryu, who almost forced him to play. You turned to Yaga thinking that he would say no, but to your surprise, very seriously he said: "I'll play."

"Mom counts!" Ryusei said and ran off, soon the others followed. You didn't give much thought to the fact that your son was out there by himself, so you just closed the loop and started counting.

Ryusei was running through the corridors trying to find a good hiding place. Hide and seek was his favorite game and he hated being found first. He looked at possible places, but none convinced him. In a corner he turned and for not looking well, he ended up colliding with someone.

Ryusei's gaze was on the person's legs since he was very tall. He looked up and saw a man, with hair the same as his and with bandages covering his eyes. "Sorry" Ryusei apologized, but for some reason he didn't leave.

Satoru walked through the halls with his hands in his pockets. He was ready to go to his apartment, where Megumi and Tsumiki were waiting for him. When he suddenly noticed how a small body was approaching he did it quickly and bumped into it.

Gojo couldn't believe his eyes. In front of him was a boy with his same hair color, his same eye color. He was just like him.

Satoru couldn't understand what was happening. Many things were going through his mind. Maybe he was dreaming? no, he was pretty sure he was awake. Perhaps there was some rupture in space-time where his child self and his adult self met? either, everything seemed to be normal. So why the fuck was there a kid exactly like him?

Ryusei couldn't understand what was happening either or really, he couldn't understand what he was feeling. Being in front of that man, he felt a kind of energy shock, it was strange. Ryusei was a little intimidated by the tall man, but at the same time, he was very curious about him.

On the other side were you. You finished counting and went looking for them. You checked every room you came across, but you never found anyone. You'd be lying if you said you weren't excited, you felt like a little girl.

You turned a corner and found yourself with a scene that took away all your emotion and, on the contrary, made your nerves invade you.

Ryusei and Satoru face to face.

Quickly, father and son, turned to see you. You weren't surprised that Satoru noticed your presence so quickly, but you were surprised that Ryu did. "Mom" Ryusei said.

Gojo felt a chill run through him when he heard how the boy identical to him called you mom.

He turned to look back at the child and realized that he didn't seem to be more than three years old, the same number of years since you left. Memories of you throwing up, memories of him noticing how you ate more than usual and how you had frequent emotional swings, washed over him.

And as if his mind were a puzzle and memories were the pieces, he felt everything coming together and fitting together perfectly.

That boy was his son

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[ashdreams2023]

Hello! Can u do one where Snape and student reader has a platonic bantering relationship? Like Snape favors them a lot and students and teachers clearly notices but Snape and Student likes to go back and forth with petty insults. Kinda like making the other students and professors confused if Snape actually favors them or not. But when someone insults the other they would passionately defend them. Something along the lines of "only I can insult Snape/Student" It can be like Snape is complaining abt Student to McGonagall then suddenly McGonagall agrees and adds her complaints making Severus defend student suddenly. Or when Student is complaining to her friends abt how awful Snape is but when her friends insult him she also defends him. HAHAHAHA i don't know if it makes sense so I understand if u can't make it lol.

Git

Platonic severus snape x reader

Severus didn’t like when students disrespected him, just because he’s young didn’t mean he wasn’t worthy out it.

That’s one of many reasons he’s so strict, students just learn to stay out of his way like that but then again there we’re always the ones who just didn’t get the hint.

And one of them was you.

Honestly you were bound to be trouble the second you opened your mouth in his classroom, left him gritting his teeth and furiously angry at the house you were from.

You were blunt, annoying and hotheaded.

"But Professor just one last chance! You need too you know this was not my best performance!"

"Sounds like a you problem."

It would be like that then after some more nagging he would give in because you we’re starting to give him a headache and he couldn’t give you detention for asking for help.

At one point he just gave up with your tactics all together and what made it worse was that you kept your promises, you did your work, participated in class, and regardless of the back talk and half assed comments at each other you were not, dare he say…insufferable but just more tolerable than most.

Although minerva likes to say you’re his favorite but he denies it every time, he doesn’t have favorites and he merely tolerates you.

"Severus due give this to young miss [——] when you go to the great hall"

"Do I look like an owl Minerva?" He said irritated.

The older professor gave him a look before he groaned and took the textbook and went on his way to the great hall where students were starting to gather in for lunch.

The great hall was buzzing with chatter, students were too busy to notice him enter and he liked it that way, he looked around then landed his eyes on you sitting on the gryffindor table to his pleasure, chatting with potter and granger.

He approached you slowly but stopped when he heard potter mentioning him.

"I swear I can’t do it anymore! If I get another troll on my next assignment I’m gonna try convincing Dumbledore that it’s not necessary in the curriculum"

"Don’t be dramatic, potions just need some focusing and if you tried not picking fight with snape things would be easier, I know he’s an ass but come on" you replied.

Hermione cleared her throat "it’s Professor Dumbledore Harry and professor snape to you!" She pointed at you but you just shrugged "moral of the story she’s right Harry you just need to focus, try to pay attention in class instead of neglecting your grades just to spite professor snape"

Harry crossed his arms "easy for her to say, she’s his favorite, it’s honestly starting to piss me off! He’s a git who only cares about his own house and I hope he does get that dark arts position at least then he would leave hogwarts one way or another!"

Harry regretted his words the second they left his mouth, the look you gave him was a mix of shock and angry.

"What is wrong with you?! I know he’s a git, he’s unfair and sometimes plain unreasonable when he feels like it but wishing death on him just because you dislike him!"

"[——] calm down Harry didn’t mean it like that!"

"That’s not-"

"That’s exactly what you meant Harry! He’s mean but he’s not a monster" you said all of that while not realizing snape was standing right there, watching and observing the whole thing.

It made his chest a tad tight, he hated the feeling but the look of absolute shame on Harry’s face made him satisfied.

Maybe he does have favorites.

"Snape? What are you doing with my textbook!" You said finally noticing him standing there with you transfigurations textbook. He scoffed and handed you the textbook.

"You brats would lose your head if it they weren’t attached to your body"

You frowned and took your textbook from him.

"I remember important stuff…like washing my hair" you smirked

Snape glared at you, screw what he just thought, you were still annoying.

[non-stop-imagines]

Ok I'm not the nonnie that just asked that question, but I can 100% imagine Lance and Oscar being in a poly. And it's perfect cause they never cross paths it seems like. So a SMAU where the reader (Marsai Martin) comes to the paddock for a visit and everyone is just like wtf?! How did yall pull her?!

You have no idea how crazyy brain went when I got this. And then I almost immediately began working on it...and then I was unable to edit ask responses on my phone for almost a month and a half 😔. Also I absolutely did not mean to do this but my brain read it "Lando and Oscar" and I completely missed that it said "Lance and Oscar" and now I feel terrible but I hope you like it still! 😬😚

(A/n: Also I know I said Charles was next, but I was so excited I could finally edit this post I had to go and finish it. I have been working on my Charles fic though I promise 💖)

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user_yn Thank you Japan for giving my loves a double podium (and the epic celebration after) 🧡🇯🇵

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user1 They are so wholesome it gave me clear skin

landonorris So happy our pretty girl got to see us (almost) win 😚

>user_yn And I'm very proud of your (almost) win ☺️

>oscarpiastri It was your beauty radiating from the garage that helped us stay in the top 3

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>mclaren We agree 👍

user2 Exhibit B of how Yn is their good luck charm

>user3 Yes, but elaborate 🧐

>user2 The last race she was at was Silverstone, when they basically told the rest of the grid "Sike, here's our real car" and now double podium

>landonorris We've been trying to tell @/user_yn, right @/oscarpiastri?

>oscarpiastri If she listened to us, forgot about acting and just came to all the races, we'd be World Champions by now🤷‍♂️

>user_yn Os, baby, don't let Lando drag you down with him

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landonorris Had to get that double podium for our lovely lady 😍 🏆(Also Note to Self: Never leave your phone alone with @/user_yn)

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user_yn The real note to self should be "post better pictures of Yn instead of whatever photo you have of her sleeping"

>landonorris But you're so pretty when you sleep 👉🏻👈🏻😚

>user_yn As sweet as that is, don't 🫵🏿

user8 Still accepting theories of how those two even met Yn

>user9 The configuration of the stars the night they met was the same as when the upgrades for Silverstone were finished. That was the most luck those two have every experienced int their lives and they will probably not have such luck again until it is time for their own respective grand prix race wins

>user8 Yes.

oscarpiastri Baby 🧡

>landonorris Couldn't be more proud of you 🧡

>user_yn And I'm the proudest of both of you 🧡

>user4 These 3 deserve each other and I mean that in the purest way possible

>mclaren we just want to join on the orange hearts (even though we love them too)🧡

user5 We stan Bert, Ernie, and their impossibly hot girlfriend

>landonorris Please tell me I'm Ernie 🤞🏻

>user5 Man do I have a treat for you

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oscarpiastri Had to place 2 and 3 because she's our #1 😊

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user6 Logan's here, we can finally start the festivities

logansargeant @/user_yn is the really Japanese gp winner

>user_yn No don't talk to me you ignored me most of the weekend 😔

>logansargeant I JUST COULDN'T SEE YOU YOU'RE SHORT

>user_yn All I'm hearing are excuses 🙄

user_yn Such a cutie 🥰 So so proud of my boyfriends 💖

>user_yn (I swear if you don't smile with your teeth more often I'm telling your mom.)

>oscarpiastri Yes ma'am (Love you, don't tell my mom ♥️)

>landonorris THANK YOU I've been trying to tell him he has a pretty smile

user7 Yn, the fashion icon ✨

>user_yn It's the hat 🤠

One last thought: Hopefully this is the start of a spark of inspiration because I would love for the ideas I have for all of these requests to LEAVE MY HEAD AND WRITE THEMSELVES OUT ON THESE POSTS!! Anyway, I hope you all liked this and you're all doing well. 😊

[ttullp]

baby, i’m jealous ! oneshot operation name pure love, go eunhyuk x reader this has been on my drafts for so long time to let it go ig

eunhyuk had arrived a bit earlier then expected. you both had agreed to meet up at the train station a few hours after school to go watch a movie together. the initial plan was to go together immediately after school, but lets just say something abruptly came up that you had delay it by a few hours.

he was aimlessly scrolling through his phone, as he was trying to think of a reason as to why you suddenly delayed your plan. as if on cue, the song that reminded him of you played on his earphones. his lips slightly quirked upwards, remembering the times where you both had just started the relationship. the times where you would introduce him to the songs that piqued your interests, the songs you would both listen to on the bus on the way to school.

he looked at the time, it was already 3.55 pm. the movie you both were going to see is at 4.30, and the agreed time for you to meet each other at the train station was 3.45 pm. 'i guess she still has something to deal with' was what he thought as he looked around the station. everyone was busy minding their own business and tending to their own lives.

once again, eunhyuk finds himself staring at the people passing in and out of the entrance, hoping to find a familiar figure amidst all the crowd, you. just as he was lost in daze, he spotted you trying to go through the flock of people finding their way out

eunhyuk stepped towards your direction and reached out his hand with the intention of pulling you out to a less crowded place.

he grabbed your right hand and dragged you to a less cramped space. he wondered if you suddenly gained more weight overnight, it was just the fact that he didn't recall you being this particular weight when he had pulled you to his side.

"ah, eunhyuk! you're here already" you beamed as the familiar sight of his facial features come into vision.

before eunhyuk could reply to your greeting, he noticed a hand clutching onto your left hand, a male's. looking right past your shoulder was another familiar figure with eyes that match their blonde golden hair. even if he's wearing a cap, his features wear easy to distinguish.

"gee y/n, why'd you suddenly walked so fast" grumbled the said blonde

"baek dohwa." eunhyuk spat out coldly, glaring at him "what are you doing with my girlfriend and may i ask why you're grasping onto her hand so desperately?" emphasizing the word 'my'.

"well your girlfriend here insisted on me coming" dohwa scoffed, also emphasizing the word 'your'.

eunhyuk could feel turmoil raging in his heart, the weird feeling he would feel whenever he sees you being with someone else other than him. was it sadness he felt? anger? was he angry that you decided to spend your time on with someone else?

he didn't know. from what he could tell, baek dohwa was nothing but a playboy.

"uhm-" you stepped in the middle of both of them "eunhyuk if we don't get going were going to miss our train" eunhyuk gritted his teeth "lets go."

you trailed behind you boyfriend, looking back and waving a quite goodbye to dohwa. dohwa waved back at you with a smirk.

glancing back at your raven haired partner, his dissatisfied expression definitely noticeable.

"are you mad?" you questioned "no" he answered, a hidden tone that somewhat made it sound as if he was mad.

the sound of both your footsteps being heard amidst the bustling crowds, you checked time on your phone, it was already 4.05

both of you had probably missed the train at this point, oh well.

you stopped in your tracks, pulling eunhyuk gently by the hand, also stopping him. your eyes met his gaze, his eyebrows quirking up, 'why'd you stop?' clearly written on his face, as if he's annoyed

"you know dohwa's my cousin, right?" you sighed, as if the blonde being your cousin isn't a known fact going around your school, your boyfriend just so happens to not know

"what?" confusion now painted all over his facial features yep. he definitely didn't know.

"i was heading towards here and bumped into him on the way, he decided to tag along even when i told him to mind his own business" you scoffed, being used to his antics by now

"oh i see.." he replied, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, contemplating what to say next "so are we going to catch that movie, or..?"

you chuckled, grabbing a hold of his hand "sure, lets go"

[fanfic-compass]

~Deal?~

Alastor X Reader

Summary: You're the newest Overlord and meet Alastor at a Meeting, tempting him to offer you a deal.

Word count: 1.3K

It was your first overlord meeting. Nobody knew who you were when you suddenly appeared in hell and killed a man who was coming just a little too close. Little did you know you killed an overlord on your very first day in hell but that asshole deserved it with the way he was trying to touch you and talking you into becoming a porn star.

Anyways, as soon as you killed that guy you felt a weird tingling sensation as if you could feel power running through your veins. And then you started your own little business in hell by building a casino. Who doesn’t like to gamble? And soon your casino attracted thousands of visitors every week and thanks to some of them being completely delusional with their stakes you also got many of their souls.

And then you got an invitation to a meeting of all the overlords of hell. You were excited and curious to see what they had to discuss and who they were. You stepped into a dark alley and you immediately stated questioning whether or not everything was just some prank or revenge. They alley looked so dark and shabby but then you saw another man. He was much taller than you, wore an elegant red coat and a monocle and he had red and black hair. But what you definitely saw first was the big smile on his face that showed his sharp teeth and simply looked creepy. For a moment he looked into what appeared to be a surveillance camera and then he got into an elevator. After carefully watching him you decided to follow him and see where he would go.

So you got into the elevator too and when you stepped out you found yourself in a big hallway with many other people. There were more elevators than you could see on the outside and so you couldn’t help but wonder where they all came from. But you did notice that they were all walking in the same direction and so you simply followed them into a big meeting room. There was a large table in the middle with many different people around it. When you stepped closer you were immediately greeted by a woman you’ve seen before, her name was Carmilla Carmine. You knew she was selling weapons but other than that she was a mystery to you. However she seemed rather friendly.

“Ah, our newest addition. Take a seat.” She gestured for you to sit down somewhere which you quickly did. You sat next to a woman who introduced herself as Rosie and you went along really well. She told you about the tasty side of cannibalism and invited you to come over to have a cup of tea. You agreed, although you were kinda scared that you were her next meal. When you wanted to ask her something again you heard someone clearing their throat which made you turn around in shock. And then you stared into the face of none other than the man you saw at the elevator earlier with his smile that sent shivers down your spine.

“Excuse me, my dear but you’re sitting in my seat. So would you please move?” He said, sounding awfully polite and not once dropping that smile.

You quickly wanted to move, scared of what he would be able to do if you didn’t but before you could get up, Carmilla spoke up.

“Brave words for someone we haven’t seen in seven years, Alastor.”

“Well yes, I have been absent for some time, I’m sure you’ve all been missing me, wondering where I am.”

“Not really.” Carmilla answered bluntly.

Somehow you could see that Alastor didn’t like the fact that she didn’t really care but yet his smile didn’t drop a bit which was honestly impressive and a bit scary too.

“But welcome back anyways. However you will simply have to find another seat if yours is taken.”

“Oh, I can move, no problem.” You offered, standing up but you were quickly pulled back onto your seat by Rosie.

“Don’t you worry, darling.” She said. “Alastor can find another seat.”

Shortly after that the meeting started. It was quite boring business about extermination day and you had to admit you weren’t really interested in all that. So after the meeting you quickly made your way out and went back home.

You were exhausted from your day so you quickly headed off to bed and fell asleep. In the middle of the night though you quickly got woken up again by weird noises. You got out of bed and investigated when you suddenly saw a figure standing in the corner of your bedroom, staring right at you.

“Hello?” You asked, trying to hide the fear in your voice.

The person stepped into the light and you saw that it was Alastor.

“Hello, my darling.” He said in his charming voice that carried a heavy radio static.

“What are you doing in my bedroom?”

“Well, I noticed you at the meeting today and I was absolutely intrigued by you. What a stunning young lady you are, down here in hell and immediately an overlord. Not many people got so high so quickly. Nobody except me actually.”

You knew his story, Rosie told you after the meeting. He was the radio demon who broadcasted the screams of everyone who tried to harm him.

“I know about you.” You told him.

“Very well, my dear. Then you are aware what I am capable of doing once you get in my way.” His smile grew a bit.

“I do not plan to get in your way. I am running my casino, I have my fair share of souls, I’m happy.”

“I don’t believe you are. Which is why I am here.”

“To kill me and broadcast my screams? Am I too powerful for your liking?”

Alastor laughed. “Oh no, darling. You are perfectly powerful. In fact I came to offer you a deal: We will combine our power to become the most feared pair in hell. We would be working closely together to get everyone under our command.”

It did sound tempting. “And how will I know once we did that you won’t kill me to have everything for yourself?”

Alastor chuckled. “That’s part of the deal, if one of us dies, the other one dies too.”

“That sounds too good to be so simple. So tell me, what do you want in return?” You knew that a deal would never be so easy. A deal always had a catch.

“We will work closely together, we will be partners. Not just in the conventional way like two business partners.”

Ohhhhh, you understood. But he didn’t seem like the type of man who cared about something like that. And Alastor must have noticed that because he quickly started explaining.

“You see, I was enraptured by you today. How you weren’t scared, how you didn’t care and the fact that you’re so powerful after such a short time… truly inspiring, darling. So what do you say? You will be mine and I will be yours… I’ll give you twelve hours to think about it.”

With that he was gone as quickly as he came, leaving you speechless and confused. You started thinking about it and finally made a decision. In the morning you walked o his radio station where you knocked on the door and were quickly greeted by a smiling Alastor. You didn’t need to say a word before he stormed towards you and kissed you fiercely.

The feeling of his lips on yours was a new sensation and you were startled for a moment before melting into him. He held you tightly but he didn’t force you into any position, he was a gentleman after all. After a moment he pulled away and grinned.

“I assume we have a deal?” He asked and without letting you answer he kissed you once again, sealing the deal.

[embyrinitalics]

Have a fun little prompt:

TP Zelda gets a dog. Link is unimpressed. She calls the dog Link. Chaos ensues.

That's it. That's the prompt.

— Replaced —

“What is that?”

“The latest taxation proposition for Lanayru province.”

“Not that. That.”

The queen set the top page of her report aside, not deigning to glance beneath her desk.

“It’s a dog.”

“Yes. But what is it doing here?”

“It’s mine.”

The captain of the guard waited a beat. She turned another page.

“You got a dog.”

“Yes.”

“May I ask why?”

“Dogs are good companion animals.”

He folded his arms, frowning at it. It laid down and folded its paws, unmoved.

“And why do you need a companion animal?”

“You seem needlessly fixated, Sir Link.”

“You’re avoiding the question, Your Majesty.”

“Why? Does it pose a threat to my security?”

“It’s unlike you.”

“Not so. I’ve always liked dogs. And companion animals can be very soothing.”

“You already have—”

Her eyes met his at the same time his teeth met each other. Her gaze lingered, and he strategically uncrossed his arms. Beneath the desk, the dog sniffed.

She turned another page.

“Did you have something for me?”

He did. He fished the envelope out of his breast pocket and stepped closer to hold it out to her across her workspace. She reached for her letter opener and sliced it neatly down the seam, and he let his eyes drift down near his boots and bared a tooth.

“Thank you,” she said, and leaned back in her chair to read.

It was as polite a dismissal as he was liable to get. He saw himself out, glancing back from the shadow of the door.

The dog looked smug.

⬫⬫⬫⬫

The delegation arriving that afternoon was large, and the staff had been agitated as a cucco swarm seeing to the last minute preparations. Fortunately, the captain had some experience with cuccos, and was adroit enough to stay out of the way as he oversaw the finishing touches on the security measures.

One of the kitchen maids, sheen on her forehead and pink on her cheeks, came out of the dining room with a platter big as a Hylian shield balanced against her shoulder. The frustration on her face melted a bit when she met his eyes, giving way to an exhausted half-smile.

“Hello, Captain,” she said, breathless, and he nodded.

“Miss Tilly.”

“No room for a fourth platter of bouchées,” she sighed, dragging her wrist against her brow. Her eyes sparkled beneath. “These’ll have to go back down.”

“Pity,” he said.

She plucked an hors d'oeuvres from the top of the arrangement and held it out for him.

“Care to lighten my load?”

The pastry hovered between them a moment—unassuming, bite sized, glistening with eggwash—before his fingers finally lifted along with the corners of her mouth.

If anyone knew how to tempt the otherwise impervious captain of the guard, it was the kitchen staff.

He was halfway to biting into it when the queen’s voice, raised, urgent, startled him so badly he pulled it out from under his teeth and whipped his head aside.

“Link, no!”

A blue-eyed shepherd bounded down the hallway like a shot and back up again, twirling a circle by the trailing queen’s skirts and hopping a bit until he pulled a smile out of her. He let his tongue loll out and pranced at her heel as she walked.

The captain’s teeth hadn’t quite found their way back to each other.

“You—” he started, and then closed his mouth at her sudden, innocent attention.

She waited, elegant. He tried again, off kilter.

“You named the dog Link?”

“It’s a heroic name,” she reasoned, fingers feathering the silky top of his head, and Link preened. “Don’t you agree?”

Miss Tilly ducked her head and scurried off, hiding her toothy smile very poorly.

The captain shoved the whole pastry in his mouth and stomped off.

⬫⬫⬫⬫

The queen brought Link to the reception.

He was bouncy and very good at manipulating his eyebrows to swindle the guests out of treats. He was light enough on his dainty paws that he stayed out from under the foot traffic, and small enough that he could slip under tables with ease. The Zora also found him novel and charming, which made absolutely no sense.

His good behavior did not keep the captain from glaring at him whenever they crossed paths.

After dinner the queen stayed up late entertaining and listening to informal presentations of the Zora’s concerns. Link laid at her feet, occasionally offering his chin and ears for scratches. The captain of her guard stood stationed at the far end of the room, where he could keep an eye on all the entrances and wouldn’t eavesdrop.

It was his usual spot at functions like these. But tonight he felt leashed up outside.

When the guests had finally gone to bed, the queen glided towards her chambers, trailed by two shadows. It was a sleepy procession. And as the delegation was staying for the better part of a week, there would be more of them. The dog whined.

“You poor thing,” she murmured, reaching down to stroke his chin. “You haven’t had your supper yet.”

Neither had the captain. But he refrained from whining about it.

They reached her room and the queen went inside. Link followed, nails dragging noisily on the carpet, but stopped wedged in the doorway to look pointedly over his shoulder. The captain felt his hackles raising.

“Was there something else?”

“Nothing else, Your Majesty. Get some rest.”

“You as well,” she nodded, swallowing a yawn. “Come to bed, Link.”

The dog trailed her inside, making a beeline for her mattress.

When the door closed, the captain bristled so hard he felt the need to shake down to his tail.

⬫⬫⬫⬫

The next few days were more of the same: crowded meals that lasted for hours, long walks through the castle grounds speckled with talks, and tired evenings brimming with wine. The queen’s captain and her dog liked each other less and less.

The last morning of the visit, nerves frayed, tension wound tight, Link growled when the captain wandered too close to the queen’s desk, and without thinking the captain bared his teeth.

“Link!” she scolded, and they both flinched, tails tucked.

The envoy met with her one last time for what was sure to be a long negotiation, and the captain took the opportunity to attend to some pressing business.

He snatched the dog by the collar and dragged him, nails scuffing everywhere, to a broom closet, and locked them both in. He changed, and the dog screamed.

“OH GODS! WOLF! WOLF! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!”

“Stop barking! Stop—shut up, shut up!”

Link hesitated from where he had reared back on his haunches, breath puffing and chest fluttering, before he took an uncertain sniff. The whites of his eyes receded a bit, his forepaw meeting the ground and his nose drifting closer as he investigated. And then his eyes—as much as a dog’s eyes can—rolled.

“Oh. It’s you.”

The wolf let his lip curl, and while Link’s ears drooped, he planted his paws and raised himself a little taller, not to be intimidated.

“Let’s have it out,” the captain growled, “before this becomes an issue for her.”

“Well I certainly have nothing to apologize for,” he snuffed. “I’ve been nothing but well behaved!”

“You took a snap at me under her desk this morning.”

“You were asking for it.”

If the captain had a palm to drag across his face, he would’ve. Instead he pinned his ears down and huffed, glowering, “The safety of the queen and her household are my responsibility. You don’t need to like me. I don’t need to like you. But I am going to protect her. So stay out of my way.”

Link snorted. “That’s what she keeps you around for? Protection?”

“At least she has use for me. I can’t fathom why she’s kept you as long as she has.”

“Because I am the best boy. And the goodest boy. And the prettiest boy—”

“All right, shut up, shut up.”

He planted his tail on the ground, trying to think. It swished like an irritated metronome.

Link’s ears perked, head tilting and eyes going horribly wide with realization.

“You’re jealous!”

The wolf sneered. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“It all makes sense now. You’ve been unwelcoming from the moment I arrived. And at first I thought, Perhaps he’s one of those unpleasant people who simply doesn’t like dogs—insufferable, yes, but mostly harmless. But it couldn’t be clearer now what this is about: territory.”

“The queen is not territory.”

“But the place beside her throne? At the foot of her bed? Those certainly are, and I’ve never seen you in any of them.”

Link put on his best smug face. The captain entertained thoughts of cleaving his head clean off his shoulders.

“So, what did you do to get yourself ousted?”

“I haven’t been ousted.”

“Fine. Replaced.”

“I haven’t been—!”

“Well you must’ve done something wrong. How else do you explain my arrival? Were you too noisy? Too big? Too intimidating? Do you give subpar cuddles?”

His eyes narrowed. “The queen and I have never cuddled.”

Link looked mortified. “How can you even be a lapdog and not give cuddles?”

“I was never her lapdog! I’m her head of security!”

He hesitated.

“She does… know you’re a dog, yes?”

The wolf huffed again. “Yes, she knows.”

“Because I’ve never seen you like this in front of her before. And we’re mostly inseparable.”

“It’s been a while,” he grumbled.

“But you used to.”

One of his ears went sideways.

“And you liked it.”

Both of his ears went sideways.

Link beamed. “Doesn’t she give just the best scratches?”

“Listen, lapdog,” the wolf snapped, teeth meeting loudly, and Link shrank back against the wall. “The point is we’re stuck working together, and there’s nothing either of us can do about it. Deal with it.”

“You could ask for reassignment.”

He snarled, “Excuse me?”

“You can talk to her,” he explained, reaching with his back paw to scratch an itch. It made his collar twirl. “Tell her things. I envy you that, though I do a fairly good job of getting what I want besides. But you could tell her you don’t want to be her head of security anymore. Tell her you’d rather be a lapdog instead.”

“I don’t want to be her lapdog!”

“You just want to be closer to her.”

The wolf’s ears pinned back and his lips curled. “Why am I even having this conversation with you?”

“Because you locked us in a closet!”

His growl rumbled so low the brooms rattled.

He waited.

So did Link.

Finally, he murmured, “I can’t tell her that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s complicated.”

Link tilted his head at him again.

“Is that common among humans? They can’t say what they want?”

“I’d say so.”

He considered that a moment. Then he glanced up at him, eyebrows quirked.

“I think you’re dense.”

The wolf looked suddenly ravenous, but Link was unbothered.

“You’ve been outside wolfshape for too long, Captain. What do your senses tell you?”

That made him hesitate. He sniffed reflexively. “I don’t follow.”

“She got a dog to keep her company. With blue eyes. She named me after you. And you think you’re the only one who isn’t saying what he wants?” Link did his dog impression of an eye roll again. “Let me out of here. Your stupid might be contagious.”

The wolf blinked at him. “I’m going to let that go.”

“Well you know what else I think—”

The captain shifted, fur and teeth and claws melting back into softer shapes. The dog in the broom closet with him yapped incomprehensibly for another five seconds.

He smirked, “I think I like you better like this.”

⬫⬫⬫⬫

That night, when the door to her boudoir opened, the wrong sort of animal stepped through.

The queen looked up from her book from her seat on the couch. A wolf stared back.

After a beat he set his jaw, crossed the room with purpose, and dropped his snout into her lap.

Her lips twitched. The weight of his head didn’t let up in the slightest; if anything, her hesitation only made him sag harder.

“Link,” she murmured, carefully lifting one hand to trace a slow line from between his eyes to between his ears. “What have you done with my dog?”

I ate him, he thought smugly.

Her fingers dug a little deeper, and he leaned shamelessly into it. Because she gave excellent scratches.

“It’s not really appropriate for me to be overly familiar with my staff,” she mused, fingers sliding down, down, toward that spot behind his jaw. He stretched his neck to help her reach. Her smile turned pensive, and then faded just a little. “And even if I wanted to, that’s a lot of pressure to put on someone. It isn’t easy to say no to the queen.”

That’s sweet, Your Majesty, but I can handle myself.

She smoothed the fur around his ears, as though she’d mussed it. The wolf looked up at her out of fluted blue eyes, waiting. Expectant, more than hesitant. It made a smirk twist at her lips.

“It does get lonely, though,” she admitted. “Which is why I got myself a dog.”

Right. Because you didn’t already have one.

The wolf sniffed. He lifted his head from her lap and circled the couch, calculating, and then leapt onto the cushion beside hers with great care and laid down, tucking his legs so he’d fit. He plopped his head meaningfully on her shoulder.

“I can’t very well get rid of him now,” she argued.

He pushed his nose into her neck, and then wriggled to press in with his chest, encroaching as much as possible.

“Link,” she complained, puffing fur away from her mouth. “You’re too big.”

He only had two shapes to choose from, and wasn’t sure she’d be much happier with the other one. But neither was he about to call off his offensive after he’d come this far.

He shifted in a flurry of shadows. His elbow was planted on the camelback behind her shoulder, his temple planted on his fist. He was still very much in her personal space.

She arched an eyebrow, but made no move to pull away. He tested the waters, drifting closer. Her eyes twinkled, the way only hers could, and the grin that spread over his lips was probably too wolfish.

“I know a ranch in Ordona that would love a shepherd.”

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[two-white-butterflies]

As Lovers Often Do - c.6

Description: Alyssa Strong was born to be Aemond's wife. As the dance occurs, certain consequences are levied upon her.

"An eye for an eye. A son for a son."

series masterlist | part five

"For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight." - Don McLean, Vincent.

(A YEAR BEFORE SER HARWIN STRONG'S DEATH)

When Alyssa was young, she could faintly remember playing with horses and dolls. Every night before she'd sleep, her lady-mother would enter her chambers and whisper love stories about knights and princesses. Alyssa believed that the knight was her father, and the princess her mother. In her eyes, her parents shared a meticulous bond - filled with respect and love.

"You missed your lessons," her father leaned on the door-frame. With wide shoulders and brown curls, Harwin Strong was everything dangerous. "I do not like my septa," Alyssa responded continuing to sew. "Just because you feel tired to do something, does not give you license to quit." Harwin responded in a deep tone.

He took another step forward, eyes softening at the presence of his only daughter. Her father has done bad things ... vile things that keep him awake at night, but Alyssa was different. Daegon was his heir, but Alyssa was only his - Alyssa was kind. Nothing like him.

"Septa Brown slanders House Targaryen - says that we're wanton and filled with lust." she gritted her teeth, oblivious to the rumors about her father and aunt. "She is wrong, is she not?" she tilted her head to look at her father's direction. At this point, Harwin was standing beside her sitting position.

He took a deep breath.

He loved Saera then, but not now.

"Even if she is, the Targaryens are above law. Why else would the gods give you right to claim dragons?" Harwin responded, placing a hand to his daughter's head, ruffling her braided hair. A small grunt escaped Alyssa's mouth. "Septa Brown was chosen by the King, tis' best to listen to her other teachings." Harwin added.

Alyssa looks at the warm fireplace.

"Septa Brown also says that Princess Rhaenyra's sons are bastards, that they were sired by you." her teeth burrowed into her lower lip.

Harwin's demeanor evidently changes.

"I will speak to the King," he whispered - and her eyebrows merged into each other.

When it came to slander about her mother's house - Harwin was incompetent seemingly tolerating the abuse. But when it came to Princess Rhaenyra? He seems to care more.

"Speak to the King, about?" Saera's voice echoed throughout the solars. "That Septa Brown has been spreading rumors about your nephew's paternity." Harwin reported and a sigh escapes her mother's mouth. "- she even told Alyssa about it. She's bold, and if we do not put a stop to it - she'll continue spreading rumors ... and what will happen then?" Harwin proceeded.

"She needs to stop, that I agree upon. But do not tell my father, instead - let me speak to Rhaenyra." Saera barred, not giving her husband another reason to speak to her sister.

"I apologize if I created a fight," Alyssa pricked her finger with a needle, she hides it by wiping it on the hems of the fabric. "All is well - you did not create a fight. You merely informed us of something that we ought to know about." Saera smiled, quickly sitting beside Alyssa.

She presses a soft kiss to Alyssa's forehead.

She turns her head towards Harwin, offering her hand. He takes it reluctantly, sitting beside his wife - giving his family a small embrace.

"One day, when I get married - I wish to have love as pure as yours." Alyssa professed, her mother held back a chuckle.

"In due time, you will have something much better." Saera pulled her daughter closer, whispering words in high Valyrian that none of them could understand.

"All is said?" Aemond stirred the tea, placing it in front of Alyssa. "Kepa agrees upon our marriage, he won't tell muña until we're ready." Alyssa informs, taking a slight sip.

He casts her a look - one of confusion and pain. King Viserys was willing to be his granddaughter's keeper, but not his other children's. He looks away, it was no use fighting against something that benefited him too. "- and when exactly will we become ready?" Alyssa adds with a raised eyebrow.

"When you're finished with your tour, and when my mentorship with Ser Criston ends.." Aemond places a hand on her shoulder. Inhaling her scent of lavender and pine. He couldn't help but thank the gods for giving her, in a world filled with betrayal and temptation - she was there, shining through the darkness.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Happiness was a mere arm's reach. "I can't believe that we are given the chance to be with each other," Alyssa licks her lips, feeling her heart pulse rapidly from inside her ribcage. Aemond, her uncle, her joy.

"- and when I am with you, all my worries disappear." she professed.

He presses their forehead together, feeling their hearts beat in unison. This is it ... her once in a lifetime. She's found a man who'd love her in ways that she deserves. She could die now. It wouldn't matter anyways, because she's already felt heaven.

Alyssa knelt on the pew, feeling the Mother's statue staring at her. Uncle Daemon built it shortly after her birth, an ode to the mother for keeping Saera safe. She looks to the side, feeling the firm stare of the Father - her family did not believe in these gods, but she did. Alyssa loved the Seven Gods.

She closes her eyes, the prayer exited her mouth like an exalted breath. First, she thanked them for giving her a blessed life. She apologized for all of her sins. Her mind then trailed off to her father. She sees him staring at her with his brown curls and domineering stature. Ser Harwin Strong, the Broken.

"Father?" she raises her voice in confusion, rising from her kneeling position, so that she'd be on his level. "Alyssa," he responded. A knowing twinkle in his eyes. "You cannot be real, this is not real?" she inquired, attempting to touch him but he moves a step back.

"You have grown so much, since we last met." he stared at her, from head to toe. It's been five whole years since they last saw each other. She could feel the longing radiate through her bones. All her life, she's always felt like something was missing - her cousins had their parents, but she missed her father.

She missed his voice, and the way that he'd guide her with tenderness. Alyssa was his joy, and Daegon was his pride. Alyssa...yes, Harwin's joy - she needed to count all the victories that she was granted. "- and you haven't changed a day." she whispered.

She feels the tears trail down her cheekbones. They came from the same vine, yet their features were apart as day and night. Mirrors of each other, staring at each other. "I wish I was still there." he admitted, sadness spilling from his tone. "I wasn't a good man, Alyssa. I hurt your mother, I hurt your brother ... I hurt you." he confesses, his voice raising and cracking.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I did something, the truth will come out in due time. I-I came here to warn you. You must fight against your fate. Do not be as reckless - always find strength in yourself. It will get better, I promise." he takes a step forward.

She opens her eyes, and suddenly her father was gone again. "Lady Alyssa?" Helaena shakes her awake. "W-what happened?" Alyssa holds her head, attempting to stabilize her vision. Princess Helaena freezes, as if she's just seen a ghost. "Look." she points at the mother's statue, and to both of their shock - a stray crow was standing atop the statue's head.

The stranger was here, and the stranger will come again.

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[berzahoes]

i’m cool enough | johnny knoxville

summary: johnny and the reader’s daughter thinks her dad is cool unlike her brother.

an: silver foxville supremacy!! also the daughter has a random name, if you’d like to change it, you’re welcome to do so <3 btw i’m going to use johnny instead of pj for this fic

warnings: mentions of vomit

“and how is the family? you’ve got two teenagers?” jimmy kimmel asked. johnny was a guest on the tonight show since he was promoting ‘jackass forever’.

“yeah, i have a son and a daughter. mason and olivia,” johnny nodded. “they’re great kids.”

“and do they care that their dad is johnny knoxville? i saw a clip from steve-o’s podcast the other day and you said your son has never watched any jackass stuff?”

johnny laughed. “that’s right. he hasn’t watched any of the movies because one, he doesn’t like seeing me hurt and two, he thinks it’s lame.”

“and your daughter? has she seen anything?”

“she has watched some stuff like the lamborghini tooth pull, but she loves it when i’m the one doing the stunts like the bull roller skating stunt.“ he explained. he remembers the first time olivia had ever seen a jackass stunt. she was ten and it was the toro totter stunt where he mentioned many times that he had won since he was the last one standing.

“so you have one kid who thinks you’re the coolest dad on the planet and another kid who thinks it’s time for retirement.” jimmy chuckled along with the audience.

“mason is just there to keep me humble.”

“does your wife like olivia watching your stunts? i’m guessing she doesn’t want your daughter even attempting a stunt.” jimmy was right. you made both mason and olivia promise that they would never ever try a stunt. they kept their promise so far. you dreaded the day when olivia or mason (especially olivia) came into the house with a broken arm or missing teeth because of a stunt they tried to do.

“she doesn’t mind the kids watching, just as long as clothes are on and there’s no vomit. my wife hates vomit. she will not enter a room if she hears someone say that they feel like they’re about to vomit.” johnny explained. “she also doesn’t want the kids doing stunts, which i agree, we don’t want our kids getting hurt. i tell them ‘leave the stupid dangerous stuff to me!’.”

“so no jackass legacy?”

“my wife will kill me if one of my kids ends up with a tiny scratch.”

[pasukiyo]

Hi! I'm in love with your work and I'm not sure if you take requests but I read the new story with Tom Riddle and I fall in love. Could you write something with Warren Collins together with a Slytherin Reader (or a house that you want if you don't want Slytherin). The plot/scenario could be Slytherin Reader being part of Tom "friends" and it comes out during one of their common room meetings that she was going fast with Warren and Tom didn't know that she was with someone and you can decide how it goes on.

If you don't want to write it, it's oki.

I really love you stories! Have a good day/night 🥰

Also sorry for my bad English.

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𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 | tom riddle

tom riddle x f!slytherin reader 5,139 words warnings: smut including fingering, slight degradation, tom being manipulative, semi-public sex, cheating notes: warren collins is my own original character :) summary: why couldn’t you just forget about tom? you had the perfect boy in warren collins— he adored you, he was popular, and good at quidditch. tom never so much as cared to ask how your day was. so why can’t you get enough of him?

 “So, when my father saw how easily I could catch grapes in the air, he was convinced I’d make a great Seeker,” Warren chuckled as they entered the Hogwarts Grounds, and she smiled. “Well, I suppose he was right,” she giggled. “It’s nice that your father is so encouraging.”

 Warren ran his fingers through his wavy yet well-groomed raven black hair, the smile on his full, pink lips widening. “Yes, it is nice. Although, he could be awfully irritating at times,” he sighed. “Used to make me practice every morning before breakfast for hours. Then, he’d make me practice after hours too. I guess it paid off though,” he shrugged and she pursed her lips. “Well, don’t tell any of the other Slytherins— especially Neil Lament— but I, for one, think that you’re the best Seeker at Hogwarts. Although, I’m sure most students would be inclined to agree.”

 Blood rushed to the pale skin of Warren’s cheeks, giving him a warm scarlet glow. He tittered as he kicked rocks on the ground below, staring at his feet. “Your secret is safe with me,” he chuckled. “But, think you ought to know… it feels good knowing you think so highly of me,” he leaned closer to her to whisper the last part, and she, too, flushed, giggling and pushing him away by the chest as they entered the castle. 

 “Well, I best get to the common room and meet up with Weasley and the others before they start searching the castle up and down for me,” Warren said as he turned towards her, and she clasped her hands together, letting them hang in front of her. “Oh no, we wouldn’t want that,” she giggled, and he laughed along.

  “So, are you coming to the Quidditch match tomorrow?” He asked, and she smiled and nodded, her teeth sinking down into her bottom lip. “Of course. How could I miss seeing you play against my own House?” She teased and he chuckled down at her again, stepping closer. “I hope you won’t hate me too much when we beat your House, then,” he murmured, one of his dark, angular eyes winking. She, too, stepped closer, and she glanced down at his lips, as he did the same to hers. “Well, between you and me…” she rolled onto the tips of her toes so that her lips were beside his ear. “I think we’ll both know who I’ll be cheering for.”

 She leaned back just in time as the scarlet in his cheeks morphed to a maroon, and he couldn’t help but laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Merlin, what will I do with you?” He asked teasingly as he backed away, and she smiled. “I’ll leave that up for you to decide!” She chuckled and he turned around dramatically, and she watched as he strode away, peering over his shoulder to smile one last time at her before disappearing down the hall. 

 She sighed as she made her way to the Grand Staircase and down to the dungeons where the entrance to the Slytherin common room was, her heart thudding against her chest as she slipped through the entrance. And she could feel her beating heart sink when she gazed up at who was there waiting for her. 

 “You’re late,” Tom Riddle said, and she flushed beneath his gaze, tucking her hair behind her ear and scurrying to the seat across from him. Avery and Lestrange smirked at her from beside Tom, and she narrowed her eyes at them. “Sorry I’m late,” she apologized, turning back towards Tom. “I was— I was with a friend.”

 Avery raised his eyebrows at this, “a friend, you say?” She blinked over at him, and from the corner of her eye, she could see Tom raise his own eyebrow at the boy beside him. “Yes. A friend,” she replied, her glare darkening. “What friend?” Tom asked, and Lestrange laughed, leaning back into his seat and crossing his right leg over his left. She flushed at this and shifted in her seat, her gaze cowering to the floor. 

 “She means that Gryffindor boy, Warren Collins,” Lestrange snickered, and Avery sniggered too. Tom narrowed his eyes at this, snapping his head towards where she sat across from him. She felt small beneath his gaze, but when she looked up, she couldn’t seem to look away. 

 She hated how dark his eyes were, and how she noticed it. She hated that they seemed to draw her in as if they were black holes, and she was sinking deeper and deeper until she was lost. She hated the effect that Tom Riddle had on her, how after all this time, her heart still ached for him. It wasn’t fair— she was certain that Tom didn’t care for her, she’s known him since her first year, and now that they were nearing their end at Hogwarts, she loathed that she at times still wanted him to make a move on her. 

 She hated that her heart still burned and yearned for him, that after all her effort to forget about him, she still loved him. It wasn’t fair to Warren now that she’s drawn him in either, but it wasn’t that she didn’t like Warren. She’d admit that the warmth in his dark, angular eyes made her weak-kneed and that she quite enjoyed listening to all of his stories, and that he certainly was a sight to see whilst playing Quidditch. 

 But she knew she could never fully give herself to Warren— her love, she meant. Not when her heart was still in the clutches of Tom Riddle, not when he had been etched so deep inside of her that she hardly had the strength to let go. 

 “Warren Collins?” Tom repeated, grimacing as if his name tasted bitter on his tongue. “The Seeker on the Gryffindor team?”

 “Yes, that’s the one,” Avery nodded. “Always been a bit of a twat, hasn’t he?”

 “He and that Weasley bloke,” Lestrange grumbled. “Tell me. Is Warren even pure-blood? It’d sure explain a lot if he was a no good mudblood. Or even a blood traitor.” She flushed at this— she always hated this pure-blood, half-blood, muggle-born talk. She could never admit it, for she’d be chastised to no end, so she’d always kept her mouth shut. “Yes,” she answered through gritted teeth. “He’s pure-blood.”

 “Phew. Well, that at least is a relief,” Avery snickered, and Lestrange joined in. But it was Tom she was looking at still— and Tom wasn’t laughing. 

 “Why were you with Warren Collins?” Tom questioned, and shifted in her seat, fiddling with her fingers in her lap. 

 “Haven’t you heard?” Avery asked. “She and Warren Collins are seeing each other. Have been for weeks.”

 “Yeah. Think I heard from Parsley that they were snogging in Madam Pudifoot’s,” Lestrange added. 

 Tom clenched his jaw shut tight, and she thought she could melt into a puddle right then and there beneath his dark gaze. A silence ensued between the two of them, and neither cared to listen to whatever Avery and Lestrange were speaking about. She dared meet Tom’s eyes, and she suppressed the urge to shudder. 

 “Avery. Lestrange. Go to the dorm,” Tom said, and when the two boys began to protest, he snapped his head towards them and gave them the same look he’d given her. Needless to say, Avery and Lestrange didn’t dare say anything more before scurrying towards the boys’ dormitory. 

 Once they were gone, the fact that she was now alone with Tom Riddle in the common room itched at her brain, making her skin prickle. She began to tap her heels against the ground, every once in a while daring to glimpse up at him. He said nothing for a moment, for another moment, and another until the silence became deafening, like a thick, suffocating blanket. She could hardly breathe, the longer he kept her waiting in anticipation. 

 “So, this… Warren Collins… is the reason you’ve been late to all our meetings lately?” He asked, and she swore she felt her stomach do somersaults. She didn’t dare reply, didn’t even give him a nod. She knew this would only anger Tom further— and it did— but she had no idea what to say. “I’d say it’d do you well to answer me,” Tom added through gritted teeth, and she flinched at his tone. 

 Damn him. 

 “Forgive me, Tom,” she said carefully. “I really hadn’t meant to be late. I was… I was just— caught up and—“

 “Caught up?” Tom interrupted, the wrinkle in his brow deepening. “It seems you’ve been a little more than caught up, if you ask me.”

 Although she knew it would be better to fight against it, she couldn’t help but feel the kindling of her own fire of anger surge through her veins, and she rolled her fingers into her palm to form fists. They shook like little balls of anger, her fingernails burrowing into her robes. Tom seemed to have noticed this little change in her demeanor, the corner of his lips quirking up into the smallest of smirks, as if daring her to speak against him. 

 Damn him again. 

 “Honestly Tom, I don’t really see why you’re so upset,” she said almost coolly, and Tom tilted his head. 

 “Who said I was upset?” He asked, and she clenched her jaw. “I’m simply wondering where your priorities lie. You gave me an oath, a promise, and I expect you to uphold your end of the bargain, which includes being here on time when I ask you to.”

 She blinked and for a brief moment, her gaze faltered. But she had already begun, and at this point, all of her frustrations from Tom not noticing her, not taking a chance on her, not wanting her were starting to ball in her chest, like a huge wad of rubber bands. One more rubber band added and she’d snap. 

 “Has the thought ever crossed your mind that I could have my own life?” She spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m not your little minion like Avery and Lestrange. I’ve followed you thus far Tom, and I admit, I do owe a lot to you. You were the first one to accept me and welcome me when I first came to Hogwarts. But I’m afraid I cannot be a follower anymore if it prevents me from living my own life.”

 She was surprised at herself. She’d never really even thought of defying Tom before, and to actually say all of this out loud to him without stuttering once— she’d admit, she felt powerful.

 But all of that power came crashing down the second Tom’s dark gaze deepened, his lids hooded over his eyes seemingly casting a shadow on his face. He looked nefarious. 

 The lump at the base of her throat felt a hundred pounds heavier than it was before, and once again, she found it difficult to breathe, as if Tom himself had reached into her chest and was squeezing the air out of her lungs. And even then, she found it difficult to stop feeling attracted towards him, and if anything, it only made him even more hypnotic. 

 This love inside her for him, dark and twisted as it was, only continued to blossom, her love for him like a virus infiltrating her cells, capturing her mind and heart and holding them in its possession. She knew then and there that every word she said that she thought held confidence were nothing but fruitless, every single syllable meaningless. Tom Riddle was like poison disguised as wine— no matter how hard she tried to resist, she would never be able to stop drinking. 

 That’s what made this love for him so dangerous. Her love for Tom held no boundaries, no doors or walls or barriers to keep it at bay. Sometimes, she wondered if Tom himself knew that. 

 “Fine then,” Tom spat, his voice laced with venom that seared her skin, “nothing is stopping you from leaving. Nothing is stopping you from living this own life of yours.” Tom leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, and her breath hitched in her throat as he drew nearer, hunching forward until they were eye to eye. “But I must remind you that nobody knows you better than I do,” he muttered lowly. “Nobody in this entire castle can read you like the back of their own hand like I can. Not even this Warren Collins of yours.”

 She could feel her entire body quake at his words, and she pressed her lips together tighter than before, feeling them quiver. The quirk in Tom’s lips twitched before disappearing altogether, his expression blank as per usual as he pushed himself out of his seat, making his way over to the entrance to the boys’ dormitories. 

 “I suppose this is where we say goodbye,” Tom said, peering over his shoulder to where she still sat, shuddering on the sofa. She trembled— she knew that this was his way of foreshadowing that this would in fact not be the last they’ll see of each other. 

 She was grateful for Warren Collins the following morning at breakfast, for the second she entered the Great Hall, he had noticed her and waved her over towards the Gryffindor table. She glanced over to the Slytherin table where Tom, Avery, and Lestrange sat together, the latter two of the three glaring daggers her way when they spotted her. 

 Tom didn’t even spare her a glance. 

 She turned away and bounded towards the Gryffindor table, cautiously setting herself down on the bench beside Warren, painfully aware of the glances she was receiving from the other Gryffindors. 

 “So it’s official then?” Weasley, one of Warren’s best friends, asked through a mouthful of biscuits where he sat across the table from them. She pressed her hands together and squeezed them between her thighs, peering over at Warren as he smiled down at her before turning back to Weasley, resting his elbows against the table and shrugging as he took a bite of his piece of bacon. “Dunno what you’re asking, Weasley,” Warren chuckled. “We’ve just been having a good time together.”

 Weasley and the boy beside him whom she didn’t recognize each grimaced at this, crumbs of biscuit tumbling from the side of Weasley’s mouth at this. The boy beside him with untidy dirty blonde hair slowed his chewing and contemplated spitting his food out altogether. 

 “Gross,” the boy uttered, and Warren threw his head back in laughter, leaning into her which she took as her queue to giggle. “It’s nothing like that,” Warren shook his head, his friends furrowing their eyebrows. “‘Nothing like that?’” Weasley repeated. “Word is the two of you have been spotted snogging at Madam Pudifoot’s. How can I believe that it’s ‘nothing like that?’”

 Warren laughed again, but everything sounded like an echo as she toyed with the piece of toast on her plate. Her mind was still full of everything that had happened the night before in the Slytherin common room, her head racing with repeats of everything Tom had said. 

 “Nobody in this entire castle can read you like the back of their own hand like I can. Not even this Warren Collins of yours.”

 If she hadn't known any better, she would say that Tom was jealous. But it was Tom she was talking about— the boy who would say whatever one would like to hear just so he could get his way. Perhaps he was aware of this sick and twisted love she had for him, maybe he was taking full advantage of it to use against her to make her do whatever he pleased. 

 Why did the thought almost seem thrilling to her?

 Damn him once again. 

 “Hey,” Warren muttered close to her ear, and she turned to face him, his eyebrows knit in concern. “Are you alright? You were spacing out there for a moment.”

 Her heart ached. Here she was, sitting next to a kind and genuine boy who really liked her, and all she could think about was Tom, who was anything but. And she knew that she liked Warren too, but she hated that she could never love him the way she loved Tom. She could try though, she could try to love him just the same. 

 She did her best to give him an assuring smile, “yes, I’m sorry,” she shook her head. “I just… I didn’t get much sleep last night. Am just a little tired, that’s all.”

 The furrow in his brow only deepened and he reached up to the frown of her head, wiping loose strands of hair away from her face and behind her ear. She could feel heat creep up to her cheeks when he did, and she watched as his full, pink lips curved into a soft smile. 

 “Promise you’ll try and get some rest later?” He asked. “Would hate to see you get exhausted and overwork yourself.” He leaned in closer, his breath hot as it fanned over her face. “Although, I must say… you still look as beautiful as ever today.”

 Damn Warren Collins. Damn him for being so sweet. 

 She blinked down at her lap and gave him a small nod. “Yes. Of course.”

 Warren’s smile widened more to reveal his pearly whites, and he licked his thumb before pressing his palms against the top of the table, pushing himself out of his seat. “Well good, because you wouldn’t want to miss the Quidditch match of the year!” He exclaimed as Weasley, the boy with dirty blonde hair, and a few other Gryffindors joined his cheering. “We have to get ready for the match,” Warren said down to her, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple. “I’ll be looking for you in the stands.”

 She smiled, and with that, he was off, laughing with the Gryffindor Quidditch team as they exited the Great Hall, and it was then that it occurred to her that she was the only Slytherin at the Gryffindor table. She couldn’t help but notice the way some of the other Gryffindors gave her sideways glances, and she took one more bite of toast before she, too, stood from her seat, not daring to look even once in the direction of her House table as she left the Great Hall. 

 Despite all of her mulling over what Tom had said the previous night, she thought she could at least find solace in the fact that in all her time at Hogwarts, she hadn’t seen Tom attend one Quidditch match. She felt relieved and found some comfort in hoping that she wouldn’t have to run into him there, and as she reached the top of the steps of one of the Slytherin stands and didn’t see him at all amongst the crowd, she felt a weight being lifted from her chest. 

 She found her seat in the second to last row besides two gossiping fourth year girls, a small smile creeping up onto her face as she gazed down at the Quidditch pitch below. 

 “Well, I heard from Laurie Gale that Robert Thompson was seen holding hands with Katherine Canton, you know, that girl that looks like a dugbog? And that they were—“

 That was about as much of the fourth year girls’ conversation she could hear before the crowd erupted into applause as the two Quidditch teams entered the pitch, and she was quick to find Warren Collins’ wavy raven black hair at the front of the Gryffindor team, right beside the team’s Captain. 

 “Oh!” One of the fourth year girls beside her squealed. “That Neil Lament is quite dreamy, isn’t he?”

 She grimaced at this as she glanced over at Slytherin’s Captain and Seeker, Neil Lament. She supposed that some people were nothing if not for their poor accounting in taste. 

 She watched as the two Captains shook hands, and with the whistle, both teams were off. She kept her attention on Warren as he soared through the air, shouting things over to Weasley and one of the girls on the Gryffindor team. She found it somewhat relaxing to watch Warren as he flew across the pitch, searching for the Snitch. Neither Avery, Lestrange, or Tom were here, and at the very least, she could get her mind off of things and just focus on Warren. 

 Warren stopped just before the Slytherin stand she sat in, his eyes searching the bleachers before finally falling upon her. His eyes crinkled as he smiled, giving her a wink and a salute before he was off again, in search of the Snitch. 

 She couldn’t help but flush as heads turned her way. 

 “Quite the charmer that Collins is, isn’t he?”

 Her face fell the moment she heard it, and she felt sick to her stomach. Slowly, she turned to her left where none other than Tom Riddle sat, the Head Boy badge on his chest gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight. The corner of his lips quirked in that damned smirk of his as her own lips fell agape, all sounds hitching at her throat. 

 He raised an eyebrow, “surprised to see me?”

 Surprised, she thought, was an understatement. 

 “Since… since when do you come to Quidditch matches?” She managed to ask, and he shrugged, turning to gaze over the Quidditch pitch. “Never been too fond of Quidditch,” he sighed. “I thought it was such a waste of time. Why watch a bunch of fools fly around on broomsticks when you could be doing so much more with your time instead?”

 She blinked and turned away from him, watching as Neil Lament shoved himself into Warren’s side, most likely in intent to throw him off his broom. 

 “But, seeing as your new little boyfriend is Gryffindor’s hotshot…” Tom shrugged. “…just thought I’d come out and see for myself.”

 She gulped down the vileness in her throat, her own saliva tasting like bile. Everything she had hoped for before— to forget about Tom, to try and give herself to Warren the way she always knew she’d be willing to give herself to Tom— all of it was dangerously close to being gone. 

 And it was all because Tom Riddle decided to show up. 

 “Why.. why can’t you just leave me be?” She asked, feeling her voice as it broke in the end. Tom turned back to face her, his eyelids once again hooded over his dark eyes, casting a shadow over his face. 

 “Why?” He repeated. She waited for him to continue. “Why… I told you already that no one can read you like the back of their hand like I can.” He looked up just as Warren and Neil flew over their heads, pointing up at the Gryffindor boy. “That boy will never understand you the way I do.”

 She scrunched her face in a scowl, “how do you know that?” She questioned. Tom smirked again and leaned in close until their noses were almost touching, and in a low murmur, he said, “because no one knows all the things you’ve done like I do.”

 Her bones rattled and quake in his words’ wake, and seemingly satisfied, Tom leaned away and arose from his seat, making his way back down the stands. She blinked after him. 

 And followed him. 

 And that was what made her love for him so dangerous. That he could belittle her and manipulate her in whatever way he pleased, and she’d still come crawling back to him like a kicked puppy. She had really the perfect boy worshiping the ground she walked on— Warren Collins, star Seeker of the Gryffindor team, with a promising future— and still, she couldn’t quite seem to get enough of Tom Riddle. 

 Tom Riddle was an enigma, a strange, dark, and twisted enigma. But he was beautiful all the same, alluring even. Sometimes she wondered if he had put her under the Imperius Curse, with how many times a day she thought of him, with how much she wanted him. 

 When she finally caught up with Tom, he turned as she touched his arm the moment they had reached the bottom of the stairs. She said nothing, only stared into his eyes, letting herself sink further and further down into the dark and treacherous depths of his soul. 

 Tom smiled. 

 “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist,” he muttered, grabbing her wrist and leading her underneath the Slytherin stands which groaned and creaked above them from the weight of the amount of people on the top of it. They were protected by the green banners on all four sides, as if they veiled away the rest of the world, leaving no one but the two of them. 

 Tom locked his fingers with hers and pushed her against one of the wooden beams, raising her hand above her head and holding it there against the pole. She gasped as he pressed his body against hers, his breath hot as it fanned her face. He was taller than her, towered over her even, and it only made her feel even smaller the way he looked at her. 

 “Didn’t think I’d notice the way you’ve stared at me ever since the day we met?” He asked, his other hand feeling down the side of her robes, and she shuddered beneath his touch. “You were just a scared little first year then. At first, I wondered why the Sorting Hat even bothered putting a weakling like you in Slytherin.”

 She squinted and whimpered as he forced his knee between her legs, feeling the pressure against her clothed sex. It throbbed against him, heat engulfing her in flames in embarrassment. The crowd cheered above them as the announcer’s voice boomed that Slytherin had scored another ten points. 

 “But, I must say… you’ve proven yourself,” he muttered as his fingers crept their way to the hem of her skirt, slithering their way down past the waistband of both it and her underwear like a snake. Her lips fell agape and she gasped when the pad of his middle finger just barely grazed her clit. “In fact, I trust you more than both Avery and Lestrange combined.”

 His fingers ventured further down her slit until they reached her entrance, and he carefully teased it, her head throwing itself back against the wooden beam behind her. Tom’s chuckle came out as more of a breath as he removed his fingers from her entrance to slide them back up, up, up until they reached her clit yet again as it throbbed for him, aching to be touched. She could hear how wet she was even over all of the noise above them. 

 “But look at you now,” he uttered as he traced circles over the sensitive bud, a long, drawn out mewl emitting from her lips. “The girlfriend of Warren Collins, letting the Head Boy touch her like a whore.”

 She pressed her lips together and reached up to his bicep with her hand not being held back by Tom, squeezing his arm. “T…Tom…” she gasped when he applied just a little more pressure, making all the more difference. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and pinched it so hard, she feared she’d draw blood. 

 “You just can’t resist, can you?” He asked, nuzzling his nose against hers before his lips grazed over her ear. “You love me… don’t you?” He whispered beside her ear and she moaned when he added another finger to the mix, applying even more pressure than before. “You’ve always thought about me like this, about me pleasuring you, about me fucking you, haven’t you?”

 He dropped his forehead onto hers as he rubbed at her clit harder before stopping his movements altogether to instead run his digits back down her slit, down, down until they reached her entrance. At once, he dipped two fingers into her, and she arched her back and cried out, searching for his lips. She wanted to kiss him, she wanted to kiss him so badly. 

 Tom only chuckled and turned his head away, resting the side of his face on her forehead. “You‘ve thought about me fingering you like this,” he muttered close to her ear. “You’ve thought about me doing all these filthy things to you, about me kissing you, about me holding your hand, about me loving you.”

 Her knees began to wobble as he pried his fingers apart inside of her in scissoring movements, reaching places so deep inside of her that not even she had reached with her own digits. “T…Tom,” she mewled again, and he laughed. 

 “You must really love me then, huh?” He whispered as he picked up his pace, the tips of his fingers hitting that spongy spot inside of her, and her chest heaved and her breath quickened and her back arched and her fingernails buried themselves into the shoulder of his robe and her other hand struggled against his and—

 —oh, she was close. She was so close, she could feel her end just as it almost began. Tom could feel it too, and he picked up the pace again, practically slamming his fingers inside of her, as if he were digging her orgasm right out of her. 

 “Warren Collins has caught the Golden Snitch! Warren Collins earns Gryffindor another one hundred and fifty points, ending the game with Gryffindor with 230 points and Slytherin with 190! Gryffindor wins!”

 Applause roared from above just as her body began to spasm and she just about hit her climax, her arm not locked above her head clinging onto Tom for dear. He leaned in and dropped his forehead to hers, gazing deep into her eyes, and she stared back. 

 “Come for me. Come all over my fingers while your boyfriend celebrates.”

 She hated that his words turned her on even more. She obliged, her fingernails almost tearing the fabric of Tom’s robes as she came, her juices spilling down Tom’s fingers where he kept them still nestled deep inside of her. Her nectar created a pool in her underwear when Tom finally slipped his fingers out of her, her underwear snapping shut against her aching clit when he retracted his hand, and she whimpered from the friction. 

 Her chest heaved as she chased air back into her lungs and watched as Tom brought his fingers to his mouth, still maintaining eye contact as he sucked on his digits, licking them of her release. She whimpered as she watched him, and when he removed his fingers from his mouth, he smiled. 

 “Do try to make yourself look presentable,” he said as he dusted off his robes, turning to leave. He peered at her from over his shoulder, “your boyfriend is waiting.”

a/n; thank you so much for the request anon! i’m glad you requested for warren collins to be included, he was fun to come up with in call me by my name but he was so fun to write in this one! i’m honestly proud of how i wrote here which doesn’t happen a lot but it feels good! i hope you all enjoy! and don’t hesitate to send in any requests you may have! refer to my pinned post where you can view the list of characters i write for! feel free to join my taglist as well!

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To undo a mistake

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Lena x Bayern Player!reader

"And we're home." - Lena said as she closed the front door. When she turned, you had already thrown yourself over the couch.

"Let's get ready for bed yeah?"- she said trying to get you up.

"I don't want to get up."

"Don't be a big baby, I'm not sober enough to carry you." - she said kneeling down in front of you, as she took your heels off.

"Fine." - You practically beelined to your bedroom. And she followed behind.

You washed your face and brushed your teeth, before exiting the bathroom.

"I have a brand new spare toothbrush, I keep in-" You immediately stopped once you saw her dressing in a pair of pijamas, of hers she had left in your house long ago.

"Thought you had sent me back everything." - She said with a little smile.

"I forgot I had those."

"Really? Because they seem to have been recently washed." - She said teasing you.

You only rolled your eyes, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of a confirmation.

That was one of your favorite pjs, and you had wore it all this time.

You quickly undressed as you put on a shirt and shorts, and then went to lay down. And behind you, Lena was sitting in your bed admiring the woman that you are with that stupid smile once again.

"I left you a toothbrush in there, if you please want to brush your teeth."

"Is that a request or a command?"

"Both?" - she agreed as she disappeared from view.

You were almost asleep when she came back. Giving you a kiss on the forehead and trying to walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"To the couch?"

"You can't sleep on the couch. That's horrible for your back." - you said it quietly as you patted the spot next to you, with your eyes still closed. "No cuddling though."

She didn't even try to change your mind, at this point she was so tired she would pass out anywhere.

You thought that was a great decision. Until the next morning.

You had woken up with arm around you. And you could feel Lena's tranquil breaths on your neck, that brought you goosebumps.

You didn't know if you should stay and not wake her or stand up and get some sense into your brain along with an aspirin and a glass of water. You had decided on second option.

You got out the best you could without waking her. Which wasn't so hard, since unlike you, she was a heavy sleeper.

Walking into the kitchen, you decided on making breakfast, and being a Sunday meant having a not so healthy breakfast. Comfort food during a hangover was always the best.

You were setting up the table and finishing coffee when you saw her coming through the hallway, with a pouty face, that wasn't much like her. At least not when she was with you.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, why are you moody?"

"My head hurts like hell. I don't remember drinking enough, to get this hangover."

"Here." - You put the aspirin in front of her, a long with a coffee mug.

She took in the set table in front of her. You aways did these on the weekends. Truth is you had lost that habit after the break up. But you wanted to thank her for taking care of you the night before. Also you had missed these.

"Did I cause too much trouble last night?"

"You don't remember anything?"

"Only 'till the chugging competition."

"After that we danced and then left 'cause your feet was hurting. We got home, cleaned up and went to sleep. And before you say anything, you ordered me to sleep in your bed."

"Yeah had a feeling I did. Sorry. But the couch is horrible!"

"It's fine, your couch is comfortable though, I've slept there couple nights, when we had a fight."

"It was not a couple of nights! It was only once."

And it was true, you had never had many disagreements. That made her call that day, all those months ago, all the more shocking.

"True. And it didn't even last the whole night, I gave up at like three in the morning."

You both laughed, going down memory lane.

"So, what are you doing today?"

Fun fact I actually love to set up tables for breakfast / afternoon tea, like the 22 year old grandma I am.

Next chapter soon! 🩷