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[avocado-writing]

A Blossoming Relationship

Isabela creates a new plant, and you and Bruno help each other out.

| Bruno Madrigal x Reader

| Sex Pollen, Loss of Virginity, Smut

| NSFT, 18+, MINORS DNI

| 3.3k words

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I need any kind of soulmate AU , Bruno Madrigal X Reader

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When you were little, your mother told you millions of times about the day she met your father, and you, loving that story, asked her to tell it to you millions of times more.

She recounted that one day, during a walk with some friends, the wind blew away the shawl around her neck and a young beautiful boy picked it up for her, as soon as his hand touched the small piece of cloth, the silk became light blue.

Until a person finds their soulmate, their eyes can only be seen in black and white, but if one of the two predestined touches the same thing in a short amount of time, the object and the world around will slowly become colourful and their love would be strong as a mountain.

The years passed and you got tired of seeing the world only in black, white, grey and all the combinations in between.

One day, you were helping a new married couple, the Mejors, to move from their parent's house to the one their friend Luisa Madrigal had built for them.

Balancing two large boxes in your arms, you crossed the street with your field of view so limited that all you could see was cardboard and because of this one of your feet caught an uneven stone.

You were prepared for hitting the floor, but someone in front of you managed to avoid your fall and with your eyes still closed in fright, you thanked the stranger and entered the couple's house.

"Where do I put these?" You asked.

"In the bedroom, please" Mrs Mejor answered.

You placed the boxes on the floor and as you were about to leave, something caught your eyes.

The bottom box, the one you actually held in your hands was slowly changing colour, from a place grey to a light brown, the tone spreading from a handprint on one side.

"Oh Dios mio" you shrieked.

"Did something broke?" Señor Mejor told you.

"No! The box... The box is changing colour, I can see its colour!" You shouted.

"One of you saw the man that helped me before?" Saying so you walked outside but there was no one to be seen.

"Y/N, that means he is your soulmate. Do not worry, Encanto is not so big" the lady tried to cheer you up.

"I know..." You murmured.

You returned home distraught and with your head in the clouds, you had waited so long for that moment and due to an unfortunate case you were not able to see him.

Not having even eaten a single bite of your food and seeing you down in spirits, your family asked you what had happened, so you told them everything, they were happy for you but sorry that you had missed that very special moment and like Mrs Major, they were confident that you would find him again.

Laying in your bed you trashed around for a while but since sleep wouldn't come you schemed and planned how to find the mysterious man.

You thought of going to the main square and touching as many surfaces as possible hoping that passing by, your soul mate could touch them in turn in a short amount of time.

You soon discarded the idea.

So you imagined of purposely losing a shoe with your name written on it and-

"Ew, that's lame! Who goes around losing shoes without realizing it?" You grunted.

Several days later you informed your father that for the whole day, you would have to help with the decorations of the village in preparation for the Spring equinox.

"Buenos Dias, Y/N" the old lady that lived in front of your house greeted you.

"Buenos Dias señora! ¿Qué se dice de bella hoy?" You asked.

"You did not hear? Bruno Madrigal returned home!" She whispered.

"The one with precognition powers? Mama told me about him once but I was just a kid back then"

"I saw him going that way, be careful, he cause misfortune!" And she pointed the direction with one of her bony fingers.

You lined the streets with decorations and flowers of which colours you could not even imagine, helped by the only member of the Madrigals that could actually create flowers out of nowhere.

The ebb and flow of time seemed to slow to a halt, even the slow setting of the sun took you by surprise and climbing down from the ladder you were on, you saw a stranger talking with Isabela.

He was strangely fascinating and you found yourself staring at him for a few moments until you managed to disenchant yourself.

The man had long curly black hair with grey streaks and looked like he hasn't had a day of sleep in months since his prominent eyebags were impossible to ignore.

He wears a ruana two sizes bigger that has seen better days over a shirt, pants, and a pair of sandals.

"Hello! I'm Y/N, nice to meet you" you said greeting him cheerfully.

You extended your hand but looking at it he took a step backwards, staring at you in disbelief.

"You don't know me?" He demanded.

"No, that's why I'm presenting myself" You responded perplexed.

"I'm Bruno Madrigal, you certainly have heard about me and what I am" told the man fidgeting with his oversized ruana.

"I have, nevertheless, I'm glad to finally meet you" you smiled gently.

He was about to reach for your hand when a cascade of flowers dropped on your head, Bruno tried to catch them but they just brushed his fingers.

"I'm so sorry," Isabella said sincerely "one of the big flower decorations just broke right above you!"

"I'm fine! No need to worry " you laughed but Bruno was walking away.

The flowers on the floor became blue and bright pink, the ground became dark brown and all the rest of the world took finally colour, but as beautiful as it was you didn't care about that.

"Bruno wait!" You called after him.

"No, please. I don't know what you're seeing but there's a mistake." He blurted walking faster.

"We're seeing the same thing! Slow down!" You ran in front of him and blocked his way extending your arms wide open.

"I'm probably older than your parents, don't do this to yourself..." He tried to convince you.

"I've waited all my life for you! Now that I find you...you don't want me, do you?" Your eyes were filling with tears and your heart was hammering in your chest.

He softened a bit "You're my soulmate...I think I'm in love with you, even before you introduced yourself, actually...I've been seeing colours for days, since the time I helped you to not fall."

"You what?" It was your turn to be frightened.

"You touched my clothes, maybe you didn't realize it. Suddenly I was seeing the world as it is and...I ran away." He admitted.

"Why? Tell me why you didn't tell me about it" You implored, grabbing him weakly from his clothes.

"You are so beautiful and young...I didn't make it. I believed there was a mistake. I never had happiness so I thought I wasn't worth it. Or worth of you" he explained, looking down at his sandals.

"Worth of me? We're destined to be together from the day we were born, Bruno. Somewhere in the universe is written that you're made for me as I'm made for you" you said placing your hand on his cheeks, rubbing the skin lovingly with your thumbs "You're perfect and if you'll look into our future, you'll see me always by your side"

Bruno was positively crying at that point, hiding his face in your neck as you held him tight, he was mumbling apologies between sobs and you shushed him gently until he recovered.

"Colours are beautiful, aren't they?" He questioned letting you go and still sniffing a bit.

"Yeah, but nothing compared to you." You responded, stealing a quick peck.

Bruno reddened like a child caught with his hands in a cookie jar, so you stole another kiss but that time he reciprocated.

"I believe my family would love you" he expressed taking one of your hands in his.

You brushed a curly strand from his face, marvelled at how gorgeous were his features and the colour of his eyes.

"You know what? I want to meet them!" You informed him.

"I have to tell you, sometimes they are a bit too much" he wanted you, walking on the way home.

"They seem wonderful, just like you," you said with a laugh.

As the sun disappeared behind the high mountains of Encanto, you walked hand in hand with your soulmate and just at that moment you realized that it's not finding the right person that makes you see the colour of the world all of the sudden but love and being loved surely does.

[ohcaptains]

abby who never smiles. abby who you can’t read, because her face is hard and never cracks. tight jaw. pressed lips. she walks around with an expression like a screwed bolt, never loose — locked tight.

but you want her on your team.

there’s an obscene desire pulsing through you — she must be on your side. you’ve never felt this way about anybody. when you look at her, at the hard, sculpted lines of her, you want her to like you so badly that you’re sick with it. it clogs your pores. makes you sweat and itch.

abby anderson, issac’s brawler. second in command. the girl with eyes in the back of her skull. the girl who came back from the dead.

when she’s near, you have to bite your tongue, or you’ll sing her praises. drawl it like spit all over her gear. drop to your knees, already aching with scars of your devotion, and bury your face between her thighs and beg and beg and beg.

look at me, you think, hoping she can read your thoughts. look at me and see.

[the-record]

COWBOYS LIKE ME

SYNOPSIS: youll never stop letting her in.

PAIRING: cowboy!abby x reader

WARNINGS: none??

A/N: yall remember when i wrote some fics and made a ton of ideas and series and then disappeared??? WOOPS!! heres a little holiday present!! maybe there will be more, idk

after that last night, abby hadnt shown at your door again. she knew she was wrong for it, for everything. all you had done was love and care for her, treating her with sweet southern kindness. she hated herself for leaving you.

you couldn’t find it within your heart to hate her. she didn’t lie when she said it wasn’t safe for the two of you beyond the farm. it still didn’t make it hurt any less when she left without a word.

you gave up after three months and she didnt come by even once. you fell back into your regular routine. afternoon tea, church, chores. you even found a bookstore that would fill the quiet hours between tasks.

abby didn’t forget about you though, how could she? she had people all around town keeping an eye on you, ensuring you were never around danger. subtle misdirections and such. just because she couldn’t be there didn’t mean she doesn’t care.

you’d attempted to forget her, and almost had.

but it was cold and snowy out, just days before christmas, and abby found herself close to the only place she could call home.

you werent shocked to hear a knock ok your door so late in the evening, figuring one of the ladies had stopped by with news and a gift. but seeing her at your door stopped your heart.

“can i come in?” you ushered her in, taking in her shivering frame. “im really sorry if im putting you out, but could i stay here? just for a night if thats all you please.”

you nodded, just enough to see, still starstruck. she smiled softly and knocked you out of your state. you grabbed the snowy coat off her shoulders, helping her take off those boots you knew didnt do much in this cold. you pulled her to the fire place, setting her beside it and finding a blanket to wrap around her body.

she laughed as you sat beside her, just staring. “gotta love southern hospitality.” she joked, but you barely laughed. abby sighed and picked at her fingers, “i really am sorry. i feel i cant stop hurting you.”

you merely nodded before getting up. heading to the kitchen, your head clouded as you fell into routine. as you put the kettle on, you couldnt help but wonder why she was back on your doorstep. you didnt stop wondering even as you watched the tea steep, when you brought it back to the now warmer blonde.

but when you held it out to her, you didnt let go. “are you gonna leave again?” her silence was answer enough. your hand dropped and you turned, leaving for your room.

abby flinched when your door slammed.

her boots still sat beneath your bed, gathering dust, fingerprints still visible from the last time you missed her. you listened to her footsteps as your fingers brushed all over the shoes.

she roamed the kitchen, cleaning it the best she could before she made her way upstairs. abby didnt want to hurt you. she loved you, even if she struggled to say it. when she knocked she heard a quiet ‘come in’, yet she still hesitated at the door.

the door opened for her. you staring up at her blank face, a tear stain she wanted to wash away and never see again.

“i love you.”

when the sun streamed in the next morning, it didnt fall on just you. a weight slung over your stomach, one of abby’s arms dead weight across you. you couldn’t help but smile.

when it snowed again the next day, the bed was cold, but the house wasn’t. downstairs, abby had the fire going and breakfast on the stove for the both of you.

and when the sun shown and the birds sang months later, she laid in bed watching your peaceful sleep.

her cuts and bruises had long disappeared. that chill she had that made her shake, warmed. the emptiness she had felt for all those years, had been filled with love and care she yearned for her whole life.

she felt it when she saw you.

[baptismbaby]

୨୧ HEAVEN

drug dealer!ellie x reader summary: you and ellie don't really get along but tolerate each other for your friends, jesse and dina. when participating in a game of seven minutes in heaven at a party, the bottle lands on ellie. a small confrontation somehow leads to something more. warnings: fingering (r!receiving), ellie's kinda mean but not really wc: 4.1k<3

It was the end of the college semester and all finals were completed which meant it was time to let loose. After spending weeks tiring yourself out, crying, barely getting any sleep just to study, you were treating yourself with alcohol and whatever other substances that would be offered to you. On top of that, you needed to get laid. You knew your friends with benefits, Siobhan, would be there. You and Dina were ready, just waiting for Jesse to come and get you two. 

Jesse suddenly opened the door to your dorm and waved a hand urging the two of you to come out. “Let’s go,” he said. 

“What took you so long?” Dina asked, shutting the door behind her. 

“I was getting stuff.”

“From who?”

“TJ,” responded Jesse.

Both you and Dina groaned. The weed Jesse got from his dealer was too strong for the both of you. No matter how many times you told Jesse you were convinced he laced it, he would buy from him anyway. Plus, he overcharged his customers. 

“You know Ellie is gonna be at the party,” said Dina. “Why not buy from her?”

You made a face. Ellie was great friends with Dina and Jesse but you didn’t really like her. All she had to offer was good weed and discounts since you were friends with Dina. Other than that, you thought she was cocky. About a year ago, you were dating this girl who wanted to keep the relationship a secret because she was “closeted.” But really, she was also dating Ellie and when the two of you found out, you both showed up to her dorm together to confront her. You tried being friends with Ellie after but she’d brush you off. You thought maybe she hated you for it which you never understood. 

“I prefer TJ’s weed.”

“You’re insane, Jesse,” you teased.

“I don’t care if you guys think it’s laced. Whatever he’s lacing it with, works.”

The three of you walked out of the building and down the sidewalk. Luckily, the party was only a few blocks away which meant no one had to drive. 

“Oh, before I forget, are you gonna go back to Jesse’s dorm tonight Dina?” you questioned.

“Yeah, why? Gonna hit up Siobhan?”

“Oh, definitely. Haven’t seen her in a month and I need to get laid.”

“You’re still fucking Siobhan? I heard she got a boyfriend recently,” said Jesse.

Both you and Dina shot each other a confused look. “Boyfriend? She’s gay.”

“Don’t shoot the messenger, just something I heard.”

“Nah, Siobhan would tell me if she was dating someone.”

“Well… you did say she was sorta being dry recently,” Dina muttered.

“I mean, yeah, but she said she was stressed with her finals.”

“If I knew you were still fucking her, I would’ve said something sooner.”

“Jesse, what are you not telling me?”

You could hear muffled music from a distance as y’all got closer to the party. Jesse remained silent, hoping you would drop it. 

“Jesse,” you continued. “I will pinch you if you don’t tell me what you know.”

You neared the entrance of the party and grabbed the handle, turning it and pulling it open. You looked back at Jesse, waiting for him to say something.

“The boyfriend… might be TJ.”

“What?” you and Dina shrieked. Dina grabbed your arm and pulled you into the party, the both of you giggling and leaving Jesse behind. “He has to be joking!” Dina laughed.

“I’m saying, there’s no way!”

“Whatever, wanna go find Ellie to get some weed?”

“Sure, I guess.”

You started looking around the party, searching for Ellie. You finally noticed her standing in the corner with a joint hanging from her lips. You tapped Dina and pointed. “You go ahead, I’m gonna look for Siobhan,” you yelled over the music in her ear. Dina nodded and walked off while you went the opposite direction. You pushed past the crowd of people, glancing to see if you could see her anywhere. You finally saw her sitting on a couch with a red cup in hand. You smirked and walked faster, yelling out her name to get her attention. When she made eye contact with you, her smile fell from her face. You ignored it and held out your hand to help her up. She disregarded it and stood up on her own, placing her cup down on the table.

“Hey,” she said awkwardly. 

You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head slightly. “Hey, you okay?”

She sighed and placed her hands on her hips. You started to wonder if Jesse was right earlier.

“Look, I think we should just be friends.”

“Okay, that’s fine,” you said.

“Cool. I’m sorry if I wasted your time or anything.”

“Nah, we were just hooking up. No hard feelings.”

“Yeah, I just wanted to experiment a bit-”

“Wait, huh?” you interrupted. “Experiment?” 

Siobhan averted her gaze to the floor. “Y-Yeah, to see if I liked girls. I had a great time with you, you’re amazing. I just prefer men.”

“You told me you were gay,” you said, although it sounded more like a question. 

“I didn’t think you would’ve wanted to do anything with me if I said I wanted to experiment.”

“Siobhan, that’s fine but you should’ve said so.”

“Okay. Are we cool?” she asked, obviously wanting to end the conversation.

You shrugged. “Sure… I’m gonna go now. Have a good night.”

You spun around and sped walked to the other side of the room where Ellie and Dina were standing. They were deep in conversation and didn’t acknowledge you at first. You rested your hand on Dina’s shoulder to get her attention, causing her to jump.

“Jesus!” she exclaimed. 

“Jesse was right!”

Ellie watched you and Dina talk over each other in confusion. All she could catch from the conversation was “experiment,” “straight,” and “Siobhan.” Ellie tapped your shoulder and gave you a look. “What the hell are you yapping about?”

“Her friends with benefits was-”

“Sh, Dina!” you whined. “Don’t tell her!”

Ellie understood what Dina was about to say anyways, based on what she heard before. Ellie chuckled and shook her head in disbelief.

“What?” you asked.

“That’s embarrassing,” said Ellie. 

You rolled your eyes and ignored her. You leaned back against the wall, your eyes darting across the room to see if there was any girl you were interested in and who might be interested in you. But most of these girls you knew were in relationships or were straight. You sighed in defeat and crossed your arms. “Let’s go smoke,” you muttered, tugging Dina’s shirt to follow you. You were looking for a place to sit when you noticed people sitting in a circle. “Wanna go over there?”

“They’re playing seven minutes in heaven,” Ellie said.

“Ugh, what are we, in middle school?”

“Might be kinda fun. Maybe you can get lucky in a closet since your hookup ditched you for dick.”

You glared up at Ellie and smacked her arm. Ellie put her hands in the air with a smirk. “Just saying.”

You thought over it, knowing Ellie was right. If you couldn’t hook up with anyone else, you might as well makeout with a stranger in a closet. “Let’s go,” you groaned. The three of you made your way over to the group.

“Hey, Ellie,” one of the boys greeted. “Coming to play?”

“Yeah, me and her.”

“I’m just here to watch,” said Dina, sitting outside of the circle. Ellie sat next to the boy and you sat on the other side next to a girl. 

“Hey,” the girl slurred. She was shitfaced, her cheeks were red and she kept giggling. “Your necklace is soooo cute!”

“Oh, thank you!”

“Quit chit chatting, Ivory. It’s your turn to spin the bottle!”

The girl, who you now knew as Ivory, perked up and crawled ungracefully to the bottle. She spun it weakly, the bottle landing on a guy to the left of you. He stood up, tripping over nothing but catching his balance. He was equally as wasted. The two of them stumbled away, holding onto each other.

“The closet is over here!” Ellie’s friend yelled. Everyone laughed when they kept going and walked into the bathroom. “Well, I guess it’s your turn.”

You realized the man was talking to you. You cleared your throat and leaned over to grab the bottle. You placed it on the ground and spun it hard, causing it to roll to the other side. It slowed down and tapped Ellie’s foot. 

“Oooohh, Ellie!” her friend teased. “Isn’t that the girl Lisa cheated on you with?”

“Yikes, that’s awkward,” someone else said. You gave Ellie a dirty look as she stood up, walking over to you with her hand held out. “Get up,” she demanded. You grabbed her hand and was yanked up roughly. Ellie dragged you into the closet and slammed the door behind her.

“You know, we could’ve-”

“Shut up,” Ellie grumbled.

The two of you tried hard to be as far away from each other as possible but it was difficult. The closet was too small. 

“Lisa didn’t cheat on you with me, by the way,” you muttered.

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Fine! I guess we’ll stand here in silence.”

Ellie groaned, rubbing her eyes and covering her face behind her hands after. “Why did I suggest playing this stupid game?”

“Hey, you could’ve said no when the bottle landed on you.”

“I’m not a pussy,” Ellie defended herself.

“Whatever.”

The way you had to stand was awkward. Ellie’s feet were together, your feet on either side. You wanted to laugh at how ridiculous you looked but didn’t want to annoy Ellie again. 

“Here,” said Ellie, putting her left foot on the other side of your right one. She pushed your foot against her other one so you weren’t in the position you were before. Now, you and Ellie’s feet were intertwined. “You looked uncomfortable.”

“Thanks.”

Ellie crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on you. You looked down to avoid making contact.

“What’s the deal with you and Siobhan?” Ellie suddenly asked.

You scoffed. “Why would I tell you? So you can laugh at me?”

“I won’t laugh. Swear. I just kinda feel like you might wanna talk about it. Might as well talk about it now.”

You sighed, holding out your pinky. “Promise?”

Ellie reluctantly wrapped her pinky with yours. “Um, sure. Promise.”

“Well, I matched with Siobhan on a dating app two months ago. She said she was looking for a fuck buddy and I thought she was pretty cute so we started fucking. But then we got busy, she was dry with me after a month and come to find out, she’s straight and was only experimenting.”

“Damn,” said Ellie. “That sucks.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Was she any good?”

“Huh?”

“Was she any good?” Ellie repeated.

You shrugged. “She was okay. I was kinda desperate, I guess. I’m not a top but I topped for her. I tried getting her to top me but she refused.”

Ellie raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you’re not a top?”

“Um, no,” you scoffed. “I prefer being a bottom. It was my first time topping, actually. Or… being dominant, I guess is the correct term. So, I guess we were both experimenting.”

Ellie started laughing. She put her hand on the wall beside your head to keep her balance. 

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re bullshitting!”

“Hey, I’m not bullshitting!”

“Dude, we both were dating the same person once. You’re lying,” Ellie retorted. Her laughter had died down and her demeanor changed. She was serious and seemed slightly irritated.

“I wasn’t dominant with Lisa,” you uttered. “Were you?”

“Yeah, I was.”

“Oh… didn’t know she was a switch. She never told me that.”

Everything got really quiet again. You checked the time on your phone, wondering if the seven minutes was close to being done yet.

“She did cheat on me with you,” said Ellie. “You said she didn’t but she did.”

“Ellie, she was playing both of us. And yes, she cheated on me with you. Her and I were dating before you guys were.”

“If you say so.”

“Dude, get over it. It happened over a year ago. It’s in the past. Maybe you should be angry at her and not me.”

“I am angry at her and not you.”

“You were so cool at first,” you continued, disregarding what she said. “I thought we were gonna be friends after what happened. I thought us confronting her together was something we were gonna laugh about after but you blew up on me and ignored me. Now, you’re rude anytime I’m around.”

“I was wrong for that,” Ellie admitted. “I’m sorry.”

You were surprised to hear an apology from Ellie. Everything you had planned to say vanished. You rested your hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. “It’s okay. I wanted to blow up on you when I first found out about you. But I knew it wasn’t your fault.”

“I know it wasn’t yours either. I was… ugh, nevermind.”

“You can tell me.”

“Forget it.”

Ellie hated talking about her feelings with her own friends. The fact that she was opening up to you a bit terrified her. You kept staring at her intently, a small smile on your lips. You never noticed but she was actually very pretty. The way the light from the crack in the door hit her face made her look ethereal. 

“You know, I was kinda hoping there would be someone out there I would wanna hook up with,” you said, changing the subject. Ellie chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, not a lot of options out there, huh?”

You shook your head no and laughed, leaning your head back on the wall. “I wonder how long we’ve been in here.”

“I think we got a couple minutes left,” said Ellie.

“Guess I won’t get lucky in a closet either,” you joked. 

“Do you want to?”

You snorted. “I mean, there’s no one out there who interests me.”

“Well, I’m here.”

Your eyes widened. Ellie stepped forward, completely closing the space between the two of you. Her hand was pressed against the wall as she towered over you. She glanced down at your tight shirt that hugged your chest perfectly. “Not gonna lie, you look good tonight.”

“Ellie…”

“What?”

“C’mon, you’re high. You don’t mean that.”

Despite how weird you were starting to feel, you couldn’t ignore the throbbing between your legs. Your breath grew heavy as she licked her lips and brushed her fingers along your jaw. You were frozen, staring up at her in shock. Ellie’s hand dropped to her side and she laughed. “I’m just joking, dude. Damn, you should see your face right now. Like a deer in headlights.”

“Not f-funny, Ellie,” you mumbled, your face still buzzing from how gentle her touch was.

“What, did I get you all worked up?” she taunted.

Before you could respond, there was a banging at the door. “Time’s up!”

The door opened and you rushed out, leaving Ellie behind. You looked over your shoulder to see her smirking at you. You sat down in the closest chair that was out of view for Ellie, fighting to catch your breath. You felt confused. How was it that it went from the two of you arguing to her making a move on you? Sure, she was just teasing. But the way she looked at you made you think otherwise. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and texted Dina.

hey, where r u????

going back tojessses dorm

hpw was thr closwet???

girl are u wasted… i didnt even see u drink anything tf

a tiny bot i stple a bottle:)

the closet was fine we said nothing to each other the whole time

damn dina did u even eat today???

nopr! srry for missinh it got tpo sick

dont be sorry, drink some water n go to bed. feel better xo

You shoved your phone back in your pocket and sighed. Your mind was going crazy thinking about what happened. To make matters worse, you started wondering how it would’ve been if Ellie was being serious. If she kissed you, felt you up a little bit. Would you have liked it?

-

After an hour of small talk with a few other people and two drinks, the party was finally dying down. Mostly everyone had left and the music no longer played. Usually, you’d be gone by now. But you stayed because Ellie was still there. You could see her eyeing you from across the room, rolling a joint to give to one of her friends. You were gonna wait until she left to go to. A few minutes passed and she finally stood up, making her way to you. You sighed and got up from your seat, waiting for her to approach you.

“Thought you would’ve left by now,” she said once she was a few feet away from you.

“Yeah, me too.”

Ellie leaned against the counter and smiled. “Did you find someone to hookup with?” You shook your head no. “Me neither.”

“Damn,” you mumbled.

“Come home with me.”

You raised an eyebrow at her. “Seriously? Playing a prank on me again?”

“No, I’m not. You’re being annoying asking too many questions all the time. Just get your shit and come with me,” she demanded. You grabbed your bag and followed Ellie. You jogged a bit to catch up so that you were walking by her side. She opened the door for you, watching your ass as you stepped out.

“Is Dina with Jesse tonight?”

“Yeah,” you answered.

“Was wondering where she went.”

“She got too drunk.”

“When did she drink anything?”

“When we were in the closet, apparently,” you said.

“Did you tell her what I did?”

“No.”

“Atta girl,” praised Ellie. You blushed, your heart racing. 

“I thought you were ‘just joking,’ Ellie.”

“I was kinda but… we both wanna fuck and there’s no one else to fuck. Thought we could help each other out.”

You said nothing and picked up the pace when the cold air blew harder. You wrapped your arms around yourself as an attempt to feel warm but it didn’t help. You mentally cursed yourself for forgetting a coat.

“Wanna borrow my hoodie?” Ellie asked.

“It’s fine.”

“You can wear it until we get there,” Ellie pulled her hoodie over her head, revealing a baggy black t-shirt and her tatted arm. She threw it at you and chuckled when you yelped. 

“Thanks, Ellie.” You shoved it over your head and sighed at the warmth. You could smell her cologne and weed, which comforted you. Ellie’s phone started to ring. She groaned and pulled it out, answering without checking the ID.

“What?” she snapped. She slowed to a stop and sighed. “Dammit, okay. I guess I’ll go to my girl’s dorm instead. Bye.” Ellie shoved her phone back in her jean pocket, cussing under her breath. “We’re gonna have to go to your dorm.”

“That’s fine,” you said.

“Not really. I told my roommate I was bringing a girl home and to go to his girl’s place if he finds one. He doesn’t listen.”

“Well, luckily I have the room all to myself since Dina is with Jesse.”

The dorms came into view. You were growing anxious, suddenly aware of what was about to happen. You wanted this and you knew you did. At first, it was because of desperation. But now, you wanted it because it was with Ellie. You felt strange. You didn’t even like her. You weren’t even drunk enough to blame it on alcohol. Maybe it excited you to have sex with someone you hated. Whatever it was, you didn’t care. At least you were getting something.

When the two of you finally got to your dorm, you both stood there awkwardly. Ellie’s boldness from earlier was long gone. You set your bag down and kicked your shoes off. “I’m gonna take my makeup off,” you mumbled. Ellie stayed quiet and sat down on the bed, studying the posters on your wall. Since Ellie wasn’t looking, you decided to undress and change into a tank top. You got the last bit of makeup off and threw the wipe in the trash. You sat down next to Ellie, gaining her attention. She smirked at the polka dot boyshorts you were wearing. 

“That’s real grown up,” she teased. 

“Hey, they’re comfortable.”

Ellie placed a hand on your thigh, slowly running it up and down your exposed skin. “I wish we could’ve gone to my place,” she whispered, her hand getting closer to your panties. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you went to speak. “W-Why?”

“I was gonna fuck you with a strap. And you could’ve been as loud as you wanted.” Ellie tugged on your thigh, signaling you to open your legs. You spread them and watched Ellie lean over to admire the wetness that showed. “God, I was gonna fucking ruin you. Get up and strip for me,” she commanded. You got up and stepped between her knees, letting her run her hands all over your body as you pulled your tank top over your head. “Fuck,” she breathed. She grabbed your chest and squeezed tightly, eliciting a moan from you. She sat up and wrapped her mouth around your nipple, her tongue going in circles and flicking the bud. Your fingers went through Ellie’s hair and tugged at the strands. She groaned, wrapping her arms around your body and slamming you onto the bed.

She shoved your panties down and put her hand over your cunt. You bucked your hips forward, begging for her to do more. She brought her thumb down and placed it on your clit. “Is this what you wanted?”

You nodded, a whine escaping your lips as she moved her thumb in a circle over the bundle of nerves. She grinned watching your body writhe in pleasure. Your soft moans filled the room, growing louder as she sped up. Her hand covered your mouth to stifle them. “Sh, sh, sh… don’t want anyone hearing, do you?” You shook your head. “Then shut up, will you?”

You tried to keep quiet but it was hard. Ellie was too good with her fingers. You could already feel that familiar burning in your stomach, meaning you were close. Ellie noticed your squeals and whimpers were coming out quicker and more desperate. She kept her thumb on your clit and slipped in two fingers, pressing down harder on your mouth to muffle your whining. She fingered you at a fast pace, her thumb still going in circles. You felt dizzy, overwhelmed with how good it felt. Ellie put a third finger in, your cunt tightening around her digits. Ellie was amused watching you come undone beneath her. Before you knew it, your orgasm took over you. It was powerful, coming in waves that made your body convulse and forced you to bite your lip hard to keep from screaming. Ellie pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean. 

You laid there, fighting to catch your breath. Ellie leaned over and grabbed your tank top and panties, placing them beside you. She got up and disappeared to the bathroom and came back out with a wet rag. “Here,” she said as she held it out to you. “You kinda made a mess.” You took the rag and raised up, cleaning up your thighs and handing it back to Ellie. “Thanks,” you mumbled. You shoved your clothes back on and got underneath the covers while Ellie sat on Dina’s bed. You felt awkward with the uncomfortable silence that fell over you two. You wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“I… think I’m gonna go,” said Ellie, standing up to grab her hoodie. “I’ll text you, okay?”

“Oh, okay. Get home safe.”

Ellie left without saying anything else. You were so confused. You had a great time with her but once it ended, you felt weird. Like it wasn’t supposed to happen but at the same time, you were elated. You’ve never came so quickly before in your life and it definitely never felt that good. You had no clue how it got to this point. She spent the whole year either ignoring you or being short with you. Tonight was the first time she actually really talked to you and you realized that before the closet. You wondered if she really would text you. This was a one time thing and you knew that. A part of you wished it wouldn’t be.

[alebrini-deactivated20260402]

farmer/housewife ellie n y/n moments… 🚜🌾🏠

ellie being the girl that cares so much about the small details about your warm, beautiful, lovely soul. she would always have her scuffed, brown leathered journal in her hands constantly. (that joel gifted to her after going on the lil space trip!).

always drawing you or writing endless poems about you, whenever she gets the chance to. scraps pieces of papers that have been ripped loose from the journal. either they were scrapped drawings or crumpled pieces of papers she just didn’t like…

the moments when she’s drawing you: washing the dish, harvesting in the back garden, going outdoors with jj, watching the sunset with ellie and jj, listening to music, making the bed, putting jj to sleep, feeding jj, cooking, getting dressed and undressed in front of ellie, you & joel walking around jackson w jj in a pram😭, you & joel & jj and ellie in the snow for the first time🥹, or literally you just softening your gaze at ellie, man, she’s INLOVEEEE with you, a literal match made in heaven. two perfect souls<3.

whenever you was feeling down or ellie was, you both ALWAYS had each other backs!! if ellie were experiencing her PTSD attacks/flashbacks, you’ll be there in a heartbeat. instantly reassuring her, tell her it’s okay, you not making any sudden movement incase you might spook her more, encouraging her to breathe slowly and deeply & giving her space.

you’ve always made sure a few things around the farm were to not trigger any of ellie’s PTSD triggers. making sure the drawers are secured, everything is just tight and secure, watching out for her performance while doing a few domestic chores & a change in energy levels.

moving on…

she absolutely LOVESSS being a mother, the best things that’s ever happened to her. when your both laying in each others arms, at night. she’s never stop convincing you that jj can already play the guitar… ellie, he can’t even walk yet😭.

whenever it’s the jackson weekend (joel’s weekend having jj). ellie literally can’t stop tearing up, she’s in complete awh looking at you and joel being about happy.

so many more poems and drawings in her small, brown journal. this woman cannot be anymore grateful than she already is, right time and definitely right place. ellie, the most beautiful, gentle, kind, caring soul that will infinitely love your beautiful soul…

she’s the gift that’s keeps on giving…

[d3arapril-deactivated20241023]

modern!ellie headcanons

my take on modern ellie. why? cos i love her 🙄 pls enjoy! feedback appreciated as alwayssss~ <3

✧ warnings: brief we3d mention but other than that, none! just ellie being ellie. safe for all audiences!

ellie was quite reserved when u first met and now ur dating she can still shut down sometimes but she's working on it

she's quiet if she doesn't know u...if ur close... ur gonna wish u weren't

literally NEVER shuts up sometimes?? she can be like one of those wind up toys and chatter on and on for HOURS if she's in the right mood

knows random facts about the most obscure things

"babe did u know that there are more than 60,000 tree species on earth??" *silence* "uhhh.... thanks el?"

CHRONICALLY ONLINE!!! knows every meme under the sun, would still use xD un-ironically if u didn't bully her for it

her tiktok screentime is probably like 7 hours a day bc she could spend endless hours just laying in bed scrolling, u get home from work/school and she's sent u 30 messages. u watch every single one <3

she's fairly active on instagram but doesn't really care about followers etc... just posts random photos whenever she feels like it and has several photo dumps dedicated to her fav pics of u. has a highlight called ‘❤️’ with pics of u

would comment on other ppls tiktoks but not post her own vids.. she’s a bit of a troll sometimes LOL

bites her nails/fingers all the time til they bleed... it's a habit

u got her the nail polish that tastes nasty to try and help her reduce the amount she bites her nails but she just started enjoying the taste of it 😐

"i thought this was supposed to taste bad???" she'd ask u with a thumb shoved in her mouth

so obviously gets bitches but is so oblivious to her surroundings and doesn't notice people ogling at her whenever you're walking around together

however if people are looking at u?? its on sight

gets very jealous very easily and has a mad short temper. lowkey toxic sometimes

will wear an 'i love my girlfriend' t-shirt without even being asked because..she loves u..duh?

leaves u notes all around ur home... u open the fridge and she's written on the empty carton of milk that she left in the fridge :/

'i love u ps were out of milk :('

wears flannels/hoodies, vests/plain tshirts and baggy jeans (maybe skinny jeans if she’s feeling crazy. u tell her she’s outdated) with converse every day. 'lesbian uniform' she calls it...

carabiner queen but doesn't actually have any keys attached to it, just keychains... her fav is the spiderman one she won at the arcade. also has a fidget cube attached. Locked And Loaded

tobey maguire is her favourite spiderman :) closely followed by andrew garfield. she says she’d probably have a crush on him if she liked boys. also loves wanda.. obviously

listens to old 2016 rap.. fetty wap has been in her top 5 spotify artists for the past 2 years

also listens to deftones (her fav songs are teenager and cherry waves btw)

uses wired earphones still because she can’t let go.. they’re busted and chewed up to hell but somehow are still going strong

i’m a strong believer that ellie would LOVE watching berleezy and quotes his videos ALL THE TIME. it's "..and bricked.... hello!" whenever she sees u looking nice (which is all the time to her)

knows all the fnaf lore (somehow?? shes never even played it)

super light sleeper, always tossing and turning and she's actually fallen out of bed several times bc she gets so ridiculously restless

always sleeps in until she only has around 15 mins left to get ready. is somehow rarely late

she has no skincare routine but has perfect skin 🙄 just washes her face with some random cheap face wash she found on sale and moisturises when she remembers. she also doesn’t use conditioner bc she ‘doesn’t believe in it’ but has soft hair? tf

always staring at u? she frowns a lot but when she looks at u her entire face softens and she has that lil half smile that she doesn’t even realise she’s doing

u guys have an intricate secret handshake that she practised in her own time so she could get it right

her journal is full of sketches of u, poems about u… girl is so in love sometimes it scares her a lil

made a scrapbook for ur birthday full of everything she’s kept from everywhere u have been together, she even kept the stickers from ur starbucks drinks and stuck them in there <3

wrote a lil song for u and waited until ur bday to sing it to u for the first time… she got so embarrassed straight after so she just hid under the covers

big ol stoner! if u dont like weed she won’t smoke when she’s with u but if u also smoke/don’t mind she’ll loooove to smoke w u. gave u her fav grinder as a token of her love

tried to make special brownies but u both burnt them to a crisp 😔 el tries so hard to be optimistic (for once) “it’s fine babe we can just eat it anyway” “ellie it’s literally crumbling when u touch it…”

tried to stick n poke herself several times but couldn’t commit so she just has unfinished pieces on her upper thighs

loves head scratches and pants like a dog when u scratch the right spot

is this emoji 🧍🏼‍♀️ frequently

that’s all folks (for now……) …. i love her

[elisa20beth]

A Night to Remember

pairing: Jess McCready x Reader

warning: refrences to a fem presenting!reader, alcohol, smoking. Also written at 2am so that obviously requires a warning in itself Notes: your honor, I love her. Also I'm majorly late the A League of Their Own party so I highly doubted people will see this. Crossing my fingers for more Jess content S2, esp. Jess and Lu!!!

fluff, fluff, fluff

word count: 1.5k

summary: Reader decides to sneak out to a gay bar for the first time. Unfortunately Jess sees her and follows her there. Words are exchanged and they realize maybe nothing is impossible...

You press your ear against the door as you wait for the creaky floors to quiet down as Beverly brushes past your door. You look down at your watch; 10:00 at the mark. Ever since you almost got caught being out past curfew, you vowed to never do it again, making sure to always wait exactly 30 minutes post-curfew before stepping outside your room, Beverly’s snores posing as a quiet melody of reassurance. Right as you heard her door close, you pushed away from the door, striding over to your armoire, where your (f/c) dress was hanging in front. You start to slip out of your satin pajamas as you nervously glance over to the dress.

What if something goes wrong or what if someone finds out, your mind runs. 

You can't risk getting your secret out, not with your baseball future at risk. You finish buttoning up the dress as you turn around to face the mirror. You smooth out non-existent wrinkles as your eyes rake over your image. The small white scalloped collar stood stark from the dark buttons and belt but coordinated perfectly with the pleated skirt, ending just below your knees. 

Taking a deep breath, you move to sit on your bed, rolling your stockings up, pausing as you see your roommate move in her sleep. You slowly get up and move over to the small table at the end of the bed. Choosing a lipstick to match a perfect outfit. If you look good, then you’ll feel good, at least that's what your Ma always told you.

You pick up your handbag as you slowly twist open the metal doorknob. Sliding out into the dark hallway, you glide down the stairs, stepping into the non-squeaky areas of each step. You stop in front of the last obstacle; the loud front door. You hesitantly reach out for the ornate door knob and slowly twist it. Opening the door enough, you quietly slip out and speed up to a brisk walk out into the open world. But even through all your planned and careful actions, you fail to notice the figure leaning on the porch fence, smoking a cigarette. 

As you walk past the shed, you turn around to glance at the place you've called home for the last month. The home of the Rockford Peaches. Being a part of the team gave you a sense of confidence you didn’t have before, even though it wasn't as high as your teammates like Greta, Jo, or Jess. 

Jess. You didn’t know when it started. Was it when you heard her complain about screwing up at the try-outs that first night, or when you bonded over Beverly’s strict rules, or when you saw her ferocious mindset the first time you saw her? All you knew was that when you started to fall, you fell hard and fast. You had never felt like that before. Maybe the occasional pretty girl who caught your breath at school back home, but nothing like this. You couldn't let yourself live like this any longer, keeping it a secret for so long. You didn't know if you were doing this for her or yourself but you couldn't let yourself quit now. So you turned around, with a new sense of confidence as you marched towards the safe haven to figure out who you were.

…

Jess looked up to the sound of the front door softly closing, moving her eyes towards your figure, all dolled up. She’d always find a bit of fun in teasing you, enjoying how meek you would become as a result. Besides Carson’s late-night practices and the games, there wasn't much to do, causing her to get bored, a lot. 

As she watched you walk towards the shed, away from her eyesight, she put out her cigarette and started to follow you, curious about where you were going, past curfew may she add. Ten minutes in, she realized you were heading in the direction of the gay bar Lu and she frequented often. It didn't come as a shock to her; on multiple occasions, catching you staring at her, quickly turning away when you realized she’d seen. But a smile rose to her face as she realized it confirmed her suspicions. Maybe she'd actually have a chance.

Watching you stop, she quickly hid behind the car parked near the curb as she saw you close your eyes, breathing in deeply before you opened the door and escaped from her view. Walking back around the car, Jess made sure to take her time before making her presence known, allowing you to get comfortable before scaring you off. 

…

As you stepped inside the building, you felt a sense of safety and love rush over you as you started walking through the hallway, pieces of art adorning the walls. Approaching the main area, you felt your heartbeat quicken, worried if you would feel welcome. Yet that worry faded away as you took in the scene. Couples mingling at the bar and dancing the night away. Sounds of joy and love filled the room, joining the lively voice and signing into the mic. You make a beeline towards the bar and slide into an empty seat. 

“Welcome to the Moxie Salon, what can I get for you sweets?” The bartender asks as you look up.

“Umm,” you start, “Could I just get a beer?”

“Sure can! Say, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before” He adds.

“This is my first time but I don't think it’ll be my last” You finish with a smile.

The bartender mirrors your expression as he turns back around. You look around at your surroundings, feeling a sense of serenity. 

“Hey, could you make that two beers?” a familiar voice adds. 

You freeze up as you feel someone slide into the empty seat next to you. You refused to look up as you felt their burning gaze.

“What brings you here (n/n)?”

You felt your cheeks burn as you slowly met Jess’s eyes, “I-” you started to sputter.

“Hey,” She reassures you, “Your secret is safe with me”, mockingly zipping her lips and throwing away the key.

“Besides,” she adds, “You’re not alone. You’re just like me- just like all of them”.

You give her a grateful smile as the two beers slid towards you. Both of you take a sip as you enjoyed each other's space quietly, Jess breaks the silence a few minutes later: “Am I the first one to figure it out?”

“I hope s-” you stop, “Wait, what do you mean figure it out? Was it obvious?”

Seeing your nervous expression, she lightly chuckles before adding: “Not really, just the many times I’ve caught you staring or how you react when I’m near you” she finishes, bumping your shoulder jokingly.

“I’m so sorry, it’s just that being away from home, it felt like a lot of things suddenly clicked”

“Don’t be sorry. Besides, I enjoyed it”, Jess teased you as she hopped off the seat and nodded towards an empty table.

You follow her lead, pulling out the wooden chair and sitting down. Jess lit a cigarette as you guys would spend the next hour talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's presence; a haven away from the strict rules that run society outside. As The night begins to slow down, people filtering out of the warmly-lit room, Jess stands from her chair, putting out the cigarette before holding her hand out to you, helping you stand up. 

“You ready to head out?”

“Yeah,” you mutter as you stare at each other, soft smiles gracing each face.

And yet as you weaved through the smaller crowd, never once did she let go, only moving to rest her arm around your shoulders once you stepped outside into the cool Chicagoan night breeze. Your feet fell into a similar pattern as you felt her warmth encase you like a warm blanket. Butterflies filled your stomach as you felt her grip tightening and loosen up on you periodically. 

As the house came into sight, you feel yourself deflate, not wanting to end the night. And as she led you up the stairs, she stopped in front of the door, turning to face you. She looks down as she grabs your other hand and looks back up to meet your eyes.

“I had a lot of fun tonight and I’m glad I got to finally meet the real you”

“Maybe we could do it again sometime?” you hopefully add.

Jess replies with a sweet kiss to your cheek, smirking as she sees your expression, “I’d love to”, turning back around to walk through the door;

You smile to yourself before following her, watching as she walks up the steps before disappearing into her and Greta’s shared room. You slowly make your way back to your room before slipping out of your dress and back into your pajamas and falling into your bed, passing out with dreams replaying the night over and over again; Jess’s plaited hair and the cigarette behind her ear seared in your brain till the morning and for many nights to come.

Maybe your dreams weren't impossible after all.

[misslalas]

“Just Lu’s?”

Pairing: Lupe García x Reader                                                       

Summary: Lupe, worried shitless, tends to your wounds after accidentally throwing a ball to your face. Spoiler; she makes it up to you with a kiss. Good old fashioned Hurt/Comfort.

Word count: 2.9K

A/N: It’s been so long since I’ve posted my first fic on here and some people liked it!!! I thank and kiss on the head all 100 of you<3 I’m back with another one so comments and constructive criticism are very appreciated:)! I hope reading this provides you with as much comfort as writing it did for me. 

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[my-sweet-pea]

Who Are You? - Part 4

Sorry sorry sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy. I think I’m going to stop this story here, even though the ending isn’t a full resolution. I might come back later and add one more part with some relationship fluff if people want.

Warnings: some swearing

Part 1  /  Part 2  /  Part 3  /  Part 4

I grabbed Sweet Pea’s hand and led him towards my house. My heart was pounding, rattling in my chest. I wasn’t sure how long Sweet Pea’s nicer attitude would last, and I wanted to take full advantage of the time I had. I wanted to talk to him, to tell him that he didn’t have to drive me away.

I opened the door for Sweet Pea, letting him in before me. He glanced around the small space.

“So this is your house…where you live with your mom?” Sweet Pea asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, technically. She’s almost never home though,” I responded without really thinking.

Sweet Pea smirked at me in a highly suggestive way, his eyes crackling with electricity. Tendrils of heat shuddered through my stomach.

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[klineinie]

Blanketed

Enoch O'Connor x Gn! reader (can be read as movie or book Enoch since this is super sfw)

> fluff, reader's peculiarity is not mentioned, uses standard system measures since UK didn't stop using it until the 1960s

A/n: okay I know I've been gone since July, but please understand that I was taking a break for mental health and obsessing over mphfpc's new book.

| pre-loop: December 31, 1938; Cairnholm, Wales; 10:45 pm|

This year's New Years Eve was particularly cold, and you burrowed deeper into your pile of blankets next to Emma, who was holding her hands out towards the center of the children circling around her, a lively flame dancing in her cupped palms. You glanced at the window behind you, immediately shivering at the thought of the frost-encrusted glass panes cracking under the weight of the fresh snow that lay several inches thick.

"Alright, children, it is getting rather late, and rather cold. We should all go to bed at this moment," Miss Peregrine stated, looking up from the book she was reading.

"But, Miss, you said we could stay up until midnight and listen to the countdown on the radio," Millard protested.

"I understand that I said we could stay up until midnight to celebrate the coming year, but our health matters more, Mr. Nullings. There is always next year to celebrate, it isn't worth getting sick over one New Year."

Millard huffed slightly, but eventually got up, quickly running up the stairs with the rest of the children so that he could get into his warm bed before the cold could catch up.

"Enoch, you mind helping me?" you inquired the only boy who hadn't left yet. Enoch paused for several moments, contemplating whether he should assist you with your pile of blankets that no doubt weighed several kilograms. "I'll let you borrow the heaviest and warmest blanket if you do." You knew he was also cold, even though he pretended he wasn't. You were right, of course, because he lifted his head slightly, then turned and took half of your pile to carry up the stairs, into your room.

| pre-loop: December 31, 1938; Cairnholm, Wales; 11:57 pm |

You groaned, and shifted your body to face the direction in which the foot of your bed had been kicked. Cracking open you eyelids, you glanced at the clock next to your head, and then at the gremlin who had woken you up.

"What's it to you, Enoch? I've already given you the best blanket in my collection," you whisper-shouted at him. He rolled his eyes.

"Your so-called 'best blanket' ain’t warm enough for 28 degrees Fahrenheit," Enoch practically spat. You hesitated for a second, then sighed deeply, taking the hint.

"Fine. Get under if you must, Enoch, but do it quickly. It's cold," you lifted up the side of your pile to let the boy in. The side of his mouth quirked up in a small smile, and he shuffled into your waiting arms.

The two of you lay with your chin atop his head, running your fingers through his hair, and him nuzzled in your neck, his nose nudging into the hollow of your collarbone ever-so-slightly. Enoch wraps his arms around you, deepening the embrace. The two of you stayed there for a few seconds until you spoke up.

“To think Enoch O’Connor would actually drag his arse up from that damned basement for a cuddle. I am utterly gobsmacked.”

“Shut it before I cut your tongue and feed it to my homunculi.”

“Oh my. You don’t actually mean that, do you?” You asked sarcastically.

“…”

Your conversation was cut off by the faint sound of cheering and fireworks from the village. It must’ve turned 12:00 then.

“Happy New Year, Enoch. What’dya wish for? I won’t tell.”

“…To stay with you forever, I guess,” he responded quietly during his small moment of vulnerability. You smiled, face still buried in his hair.

“Me too, ‘noch. Me too.”

His breathing slowed and deepened with yours, being pulled to sleep by the faint noises of celebration and the comfort you held in each other’s arms.

[frost-queen]

Days like this (Reader x Enoch O’Connor)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex–awesome–22​, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books​, @glimmering-darling-dolly​, @denkisclown​, @wildieflower​, @meyocoko​, @bubblybrianna​, @justanothercoco​ @idkwhatmyusernameis,  @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23​, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr​

Puffing loud, you rolled over from your back to your stomach on Enoch’s bed. Enoch working on one of his puppets. Olive standing curious behind him. – “What is it Y/n?” – he asked, not even looking up. You sighed dramatically loud to catch his attention, letting your fingers pull some hair up. Enoch quirked his eyebrow up, knowing something was wrong. – “Y/n are you going to tell me, or do I have to force it out of you?” – he rested his wrists over one another, tool in his hand. 

Pouting your lips, you shrugged your shoulders. – “Alright I get it.” – he spoke moving back in his chair. Olive looked curious over to you. – “You need my attention, you’ll get it.” – Enoch continued, setting his tool down. You curled up a smile, watching him shove his chair back. – “But your puppets.” – Olive muttered, gesturing at them. – “You were going to show me a performance.” – she turned when Enoch walked around her over to you. 

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[mirakeul]

“i’m not a kid”

notes: hello! thank you for requesting! I’m glad you like my writing sksksk hdsja i decided to do an imagine for this request sksksks i might just put in mirio, i’ll just decide how he will play into this sksks

warnings: um,,, it kinda got a little nsfw at the end,,, but only making out and some implied sex, cussing, izuku being a cockblocker eye,,, 

words: 2.6k

summary: Todoroki Shouto is not one for falling in love or crushing on someone but when he meets you, everything has changed. It just so happens you were also the older sister of his best friend, yikes.

pairing: Todoroki Shouto x older sister Midoriya! reader

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[ohcaptains]

don’t you dare fall in love. 

pairing. dealer college student! ellie williams x f! reader. 

synopsis. ellie tries her hardest not to mix business with pleasure. or, ellie gets a new customer and unfortunately falls in love with her.  warnings. 18+. drug dealing, references to anxiety, sexually explicit descriptions. eventual: smut, stalkerish behavior, violence, drunk/high kissing, homophobic behavior & slurs. 

an. trying my hand at dealer!ellie and it turned into a near eight thousand word fic. planning for this to be multi chap because i’m insane. please comment and reblog, it really makes the effort worth it<3 i hope u enjoy.

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[hehatesmati-deactivated20231230]

best friend!ellie

who always has a arm lazily wrapped around your shoulders or waist (she truly dgaf) especially when it’s your groups weekly movie night! dina and jessie always tease ellie you both for it, in which ellie just responds with “shut the fuck up.” and moving her head to the other direction because she definitely isn’t blushing right know! don’t even get me started on when ellie insists on watching star wars for the 5th time, and of course you fall asleep!!! how could you not? and when jessie’s loud snores wake you up, your eyes are met with moss coloured eyes staring dreamily into yours, and in a hoarse voice she says “good morning, sleeping beauty.”

or when ellie gets into another argument with her girlfriend, cat, and comes straight to your house. using the key you gave her when you first moved in since she basically lives there and gently making her way up the stairs to your room, finding the pj’s she’s left over prior and changing into them before sliding into the bed next to you. (you were already awake from the constant vibrating of your phone, opening the countless messages too late because ellie was already opening your door.) asking her to take deep breathes and wiping her tear stained cheeks. asking her why she came here at nearly 2am in the morning. and her replying, “you feel like home to me.” and “thank you for being here with me, angel.” you get an explanation of half the truth in the morning whilst making breakfast for you two, her saying that cat and herself got into another argument, definitely not because she accidentally moaned your name instead of cats

or what about when ellie see’s you nervously pacing around your room, finally sitting up from her spot on your bed (where she was trying to read the comic she just bought but couldn’t take any of the words in due to your constant muttering and pacing stressing her the fuck out) and asking you “what are you even stressing out about?” and you mentioning that you have a date with a athlete from collage, named abby, who you’ve been crushing over since the start of last semester and continuing rambling not realising that you’ve made ellie’s heart drop to her ass. once done with your muttering, you realise the lack of response from ellie and look at her to realise all the blood from her face has gone and she looks like she’s just seen a ghost, sitting on your bed across from her and asking her ‘what’s wrong?’ but all you got was a look from ellie you’ve never seen, and her saying that she needs to go home cause joel needs her for something and then her hastily grabbing her things and leaving. her only thoughts whilst walking home being why did she react that way? why did the thought of you going on a date with someone that wasn’t her made her feel nauseous?

[chickenlizard13]

Home to Me

Pairing: Garreth Weasley x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 5019

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Description: There isn’t enough Garreth content, so I’m doing it myself. Takes place after the Scriptorium.

Insatiable Thing (Part 2)

You’re not sure how you made it back to your common room after the events at the Scriptorium. You’d assured Ominis that you were fine multiple times after being hit with Crucio, and that all you needed was a good night’s rest. You were lying. While your body still held an ever present ache, it was your heart that hurt the most.

You’d felt nauseated at the thought of inflicting such gruesome pain on Sebastian, so instead allowed him to curse you, for the sake of exiting the Scriptorium. It made you uneasy how readily he cast the spell on a friend, at least, you thought you were friends. You hoped you were friends, but he’d barely spared you a glance after offhandedly asking if you were alright. Ominis was the one who ran over and helped you up with gentle hands, hovering around you until well after you’d left the Scriptorium. Sebastian barely managed to say goodbye before running off to bury his head in Salazar Slytherin’s spell book, leaving the two of you in the dust.

Ominis asked how you were several more times before reluctantly parting ways, his shoulders a bit slumped as he trudged tiredly after Sebastian. You dragged your heavy heart and exhausted body all the way back to the Gryffindor common room, trying your hardest to reassure yourself that your brunette friend was just caught up in finding a cure for his sister.

You closed the common room entrance and leaned your back against the door, attempting to gather the energy to make it all the way to your dorm. Involuntary sniffles and quaking breaths started escaping your lips as tears pooled in your eyes. You pushed yourself off the door, hoping to make it to your bed before you broke down completely. Each step became harder than the last as fat tears began to roll down your cheeks, your shuddering breaths becoming quiet sobs. You only made it to the living room before your legs gave out and you crumpled to your knees, the action sending dull pain up through your sore muscles.

The common room should have been devoid of students, as it was well past curfew, but you faintly heard a voice call your name questioningly from the couches, swearing loudly as your knees hit the carpet. You were vaguely aware of them vaulting over the back of the couch and sprinting over, worriedly asking what was wrong. Unable to form a coherent sentence, you clutched the robes over your heart and sobbed at the floor. Two gentle hands held your cheeks and tilted your face up to look at them, and you were met with frantic green eyes and fiery red hair, backlit by the light of the fireplace.

Garreth tried again to ask what was wrong, his voice sounding so far away you couldn’t comprehend the words. You shook your head slightly as another sob escaped you, more tears replacing the ones he’d wiped away with his thumbs. His brow furrowed helplessly at your distress and he removed his hands from your wet cheeks. You wanted to beg him not to leave you as he retracted his hands, but soon found yourself being gathered into his arms as he easily lifted you off the floor. Your arms immediately circled his broad shoulders, as you shamelessly shoved your face into the crook of his neck, weeping into him. His strong arms carried you back over toward the couches, where he sat down with you curled up in his lap.

Once you were both seated, his arms came up to wrap protectively around you, one palm resting just under your shoulder blades, and the other cradling the back of your head. Gentle fingers stroked your hair comfortingly as he held you against him and whispered reassurances into your temple.

You felt like you cried for hours, sure that the collar of Garreth’s sweater was soaked and your position becoming uncomfortable for him, but he never faltered. His constant murmurs of ‘It’s alright’ and ‘I’ve got you’ slowly coax you out of your panic, your sobs turning into involuntary hiccups. You thought you felt a few feather light kisses pressed into your hairline, but were too out of it to really be sure.

Eventually the tears stopped and you just sat together quietly, Garreths fingers still stroking your hair, letting you breathe until you were ready. Slowly you lifted your head from his shoulder and looked at him. He gazed back at you with concern, searching your face for an answer your lips wouldn’t give him. The hand on your head moved to wrap securely around your waist, keeping you in his lap, as the other came up to wipe the remaining tears from your stained cheeks. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, grazing your jaw with his thumb lightly, before resting his hand on your thigh.

“What happened?” His voice was barely above a whisper, afraid to send you back into the pit of despair he’d found you in.

You shook your head and fought to find your voice again, the sound coming out sad and broken. “Nothing.”

Garreth let out a humorless huff, his thumb drawing unconscious circles on your waist. “You and I both know that wasn’t nothing. Something happened.” You couldn’t bear to look him in the eye anymore, so opted to turn your gaze to your hand resting on his chest. Your fingers started to pick at his sweater idly as your teeth worried at your bottom lip.

“I, um, I was with Sebastian and-”

“Sebastian left you like this?!” You were startled at the quiet fury in Garreth’s tone, the hands on your waist and thigh gripping you tighter. You knew his anger wasn’t directed at you, but it still made your eyes well up again as you thought about tonight’s excursion. You shook your head and glanced up at Garreth from under your lashes, watching him deflate at the fresh tears in your eyes.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it right now.” He relented and pulled you back against him, cradling you. An unspoken promise hanging in the air that you would be talking about it later.

He held you into the wee hours of the morning, gently carrying you up to your dorm once you’d begun to fall asleep.

The journey to your bed was a blur, but you vaguely remember one of your roommates demanding to know what he was doing. He told them to not worry about it and to go back to sleep. After you were laid down and the covers pulled over you, a gentle hand came to stroke your head again. You thought you felt a pair of lips press tenderly against your forehead, lingering for a moment before whispering goodnight against your skin. You soon fell into a dreamless sleep, your heart aching a little less than it had before.

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You awoke late the next morning, nearly bolting out of bed to get to your classes, when a note appeared on your bedside table. You opened it cautiously, worried it’d be Sebastian asking you for yet another favor.

‘Don’t worry about classes today. I’ve informed the professors that you aren’t feeling well, and won’t be in attendance.’

You let a sigh of relief escape your lips as you carefully folded the note again. It wasn’t signed, but you knew whom it had come from. You spent the rest of the day curled up in your bed with the curtains drawn, ignoring the concerned whispers of your roommates. You hadn’t had a moment’s respite since entering Hogwarts, and were honestly beyond grateful for the day of rest.

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What you didn’t know was that, while you recovered, Garreth was on a warpath. Stalking the halls in search of your brunette friend.

No one had ever seen the goofy red-head so enraged, most were too afraid to engage him in conversation, thus scurrying away from him like antelope in the path of a lion.

Garreth finally spotted Sebastian leisurely striding through Central Hall, smiling and waving at the people he passed by. He recalled your despairing expression from the night before, Sebastian’s carefree attitude causing Garreth to see red. He quickly caught up with Sebastian, catching his shoulder in an iron grip before spinning the brunette around to face him. Garreth’s hand grabbed one side of Sebastian’s collar and yanked him forward, baring his teeth as he got right in Sebastian’s face.

“What. The fuck. Did you do?” Garreth’s voice came out in a low, dangerous growl. All conversations stopped as every student in Central Hall became silent as the grave. Everyone waited with bated breath. Waiting to find out what Sebastian had done to put the usually jovial red-head in such a foul mood. Garreth was quite a bit taller than Sebastian, and had lifted him off his heels slightly. Sebastian, unperturbed, sneered back, refusing to back down.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Weasley, but I’d take your hands off me if I were you. Unless you’re looking to get your ass kicked.” Garreth snarled, his grip only tightening, lifting Sebastian further off the floor.

“Don’t play coy with me, Sallow. You know exactly what I’m talking about. What. Did. You. Do.”

You and Garreth were usually inseparable, had been, since you’d introduced yourself in the Gryffindor common room that first day. The two of you were thick as thieves, as well as actual thieves at times, so it was rare to see the two of you apart. Sebastian glanced around for you to ask what the hell Garreth was on about, coming up empty handed.

Realization dawned on Sebastian’s face, he saw the way Garreth looked at you. Everyone did. He barked out a laugh, figuring this was just an envious outburst born from unrequited love. His sneer turned into a condescending smirk, wicked amusement seeping into his voice. “Oh, I get it. You think this big alpha male display is going to finally win them over, hm? Feeling a little jealous with all the time we’ve been spending together? News flash, threatening their friends isn’t going to get them to notice your pathetic school-boy crush. In fact, just wait ‘til I tell them about your little stunt. Certainly won’t be earning you any brownie points.”

Garreth’s brows furrowed in bewilderment, a crazed look forming behind his eyes. “You think this is about my feelings? Are you mad? Fuck my feelings. Explain to me why they came back crying last night after spending time with you.”

Sebastian’s face dropped immediately, a look of genuine concern crossing his eyes as some of the fight left him. “They were crying? Why?”

Garreth’s anger reached a whole new level, completely baffled by the brunette’s idiocy. His grip on Sebastian’s collar tightened as he lifted him closer, Sebastian’s toes just scraping the floor. “I. Don’t. Know. That’s why I’m asking you, asshole.”

Confusion had chased the fight out of Sebastian, leaving him hanging loosely in Garreth’s grip. The red-head could start to hear whispers from their fellow classmates, some of them wondering if they should grab a professor. The last thing he wanted was to explain to his aunt why he’d basically assaulted a fellow student in the hallway, so opted to abruptly drop Sebastian with a snarl and back up. Sebastian stumbled as he hit the ground, just managing to catch himself before he fell completely. He reached a hand to his wrinkled collar and looked up at Garreth wordlessly, a pinched expression on his face.

“I swear on the Gryffindor name, if they ever, ever come home to me in such a state again, I will hunt you down and kill you myself.” Central Hall burst with conspiratorial whispers at his possessive declaration. He was aware you weren’t, and might not ever be, his. You very well could fall for someone else, forcing him to love you from the side lines. Be that as it may, he’d be damned if he let you end up with a man like Sebastian. Not after last night.

Without waiting for a response, Garreth turned on his heels and stalked away, needing to take a walk to cool his head. Sebastian stood there for a moment more, stunned, trying to wrack his brain and figure out what had upset you so. He’d cast Crucio on you last night, but you’d agreed to that, so it had to be something else. He spent the rest of the day looking for you, wanting to apologize for whatever wrong he’d committed, but his search proved fruitless.

Garreth dutifully attended the rest of his classes for the day, wanting to make sure he had notes for you to look over when you felt up to it. He decided against checking on you himself when he returned to the common room, choosing instead to ask some of your roommates how you were fairing. They all said you’d been sleeping all day, figuring you were sick and hadn’t tried to disturb you. Natty, bless her soul, had left some food for you on your nightstand, in case you got hungry.

Garreth slept fitfully that night, hoping that you’d feel well enough to come down to breakfast for a proper meal in the morning.

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The next day, Garreth dragged himself out of bed, having slept terribly the night before. He sluggishly pulled on his school robes and trudged down to breakfast. He scanned the Gryffindor table hopefully, and was delighted to see you sitting near the far end, an unoccupied seat sitting directly across from you. His exhaustion forgotten, he made a beeline for the empty seat you’d most likely saved for him, as you did every morning.

Noticing his significantly better mood today, a few people attempted to rope him into conversation, but he did little more than give them a greeting and a distracted wave, too focused on seeing you.

He sank down onto the empty bench, causing you to look up at him with a soft smile, swallowing your food before greeting him warmly. The look on your face sent butterflies careening in his stomach, causing him to rub at his chest in an attempt to ease their fluttering. You’d only been apart for one day, but he’d missed you dearly. Smiling tenderly back at you, he rubbed your ankle with his foot in silent question. You looked much better this morning, a healthy amount of color sitting on your cheeks and most of the exhaustion gone from your eyes. He released a small sigh of relief when he received a few taps back, turning his attention to filling his plate with this morning’s spread.

He briefly noticed the scarf wound snuggly around your neck, but figured you were just a bit chilly this morning, as a wistful flurry of snow blanketed the school grounds outside. You remained quieter than usual, but participated in light conversation here and there, even allowing some light chuckles to escape your lips. Garreth collected them all and coveted them jealousy, wanting to erase your tear stained face from his mind even a bit.

He attempted to keep his gaze as inconspicuous as possible, but still caught the knowing looks his house mates threw eachother out of the corner of his eye. So it stood to reason that he also caught the moment your features pinched slightly in pain as you watched something behind him. He followed your gaze and saw Sebastian enter the room, looking worse for wear as he slunk over to the Slytherin table. He flopped down next to Ominis and glanced over at the Gryffindor table, locking eyes with you in a silent plea. He then tore his eyes away and looked at Garreth, who’s eyes narrowed into a hard glare, communicating an equally silent threat.

Garreth broke contact first and turned back to you, your eyes still focused on the brunette across the room. You had stretched out your arm to grab another pastry from the pile, causing your sleeve to rise up, revealing the smallest bit of dark bruises littering your wrist. Garreth briefly glanced down at your outstretched arm and had to do a double take, freezing completely at the angry purple lines.

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You had awoken that morning feeling much lighter than usual, grateful for the day of rest you’d been gifted, but desperately needing a shower. You gathered your things and headed to the bathroom, stripping down quickly, wincing a bit from some lingering pain in your muscles.

Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you froze, gaping in horror at the giant bruise covering your body. The wound originated at your sternum where Sebastian had struck you, and exploded outward, covering your whole body in harsh lines save for your face and hands. You trembled as you looked at yourself, the horror of the other night rushing back to you, but managed to take some deep, steadying breaths. Resolving to speak with Sebastian later, you showered and dressed quickly, opting for longer sleeves and a large scarf to hide the bruising. All you needed to do was get through your classes, and you could head to the Room of Requirement to brew some extra strong Wiggenweld potions.

Unfortunately, that plan flew out the window the minute you noticed Garreth’s hard stare directed at your outstretched arm. Your stomach dropped, already knowing what he’d seen. Giving him a panicked stare, you willed him to look at you, but his eyes remained locked on your battered wrist. You scrambled for an explanation, but it was too late. Faster than you could speak, one of his hands had already grabbed your wrist in a firm, but careful hold. The other had deftly unbuttoned the cuff of your sleeve and shoved it all the way up to your elbow, remaining in place. You subconsciously wondered if his lightning fast fingers were a product of constantly pilfering potion ingredients, but banished the thought at the blank look on his face. His eyes raked over your forearm, the bruises looking worse in the morning light. His grasp on you remained gentle, but his breaths became harsh and short, and you could practically see the smoke billowing out of his nostrils.

You called his name quietly, begging him to look away. His eyes remained locked on your arm for a moment longer before snapping up and zeroing in on your throat. You noticed, too late, that your scarf had shifted slightly when he’d grabbed you, allowing the faintest edge of another bruise to peek through. You went to call his name again, but hadn’t even managed to get the first syllable out before the hand gripping your elbow all but tore your scarf off, yanking your collar to the side. His fingers accidentally pressed against a bruise, causing you to wince and recoil slightly. Garreth seemed to snap at your discomfort and released you, whipping around and directing that blank, wide eyed look toward the Slytherin table.

“I’m going to kill him.” He stood abruptly, his gaze locked onto Sebastian, who had witnessed the entire exchange, and could clearly see the terrible wounds he’d caused. Understanding crossed his features, and the brunette’s eyes filled with fear and remorse.

Garreth looked like he was about to launch himself directly over every table in his way to get to Sebastian. You mustered all the strength in your sore body, frantically grabbing Garreth’s wrist as tightly as you could, halting his movements. His gaze didn’t falter, but he stopped abruptly, standing there frozen for a moment before speaking.

“Sweetheart, please let go. I have some unfinished business to attend to.” His voice was deceptively calm, like he was making small talk about the weather, but you could feel the murderous vibrations under his skin. He could have very easily torn his arm from your grasp, but instead waited patiently for you to release him, his eyes unblinking as they bore into Sebastian.

Your heart fluttered a bit at the unexpected nickname, but you pushed it aside. Now was definitely not the time to think about how much you liked that name coming from his lips. You tightened your grip and tugged at him slightly. “Garreth, it’s not- it’s not what you think. Please, I promise.” Garreth’s fingers twitched at your breathy plea, but he otherwise remained still. You couldn’t even tell if he was breathing.

“Then what is it?” His fingers twitched again, and you knew you had to get him out of there.

“I can’t tell you-” His head whipped in your direction so fast you were afraid he’d hurt himself, and you scrambled to finish your sentence before he could interject. “-here. I can’t tell you here. We need to go. Please, come with me.”

Even in his feral state, he knew he could deny you nothing. His eyes roamed your face as you pleaded with him, lingering a moment on your neck before relenting. Taking a deep breath, the first he’d taken in several minutes, you thought, he quickly walked around the end of the table, forcing you to release his wrist. Ignoring the wide eyed looks of your classmates, he grabbed your hand, his grip demanding, and tugged you along behind him. His pace was fast, but not so fast that you struggled to keep up. Students parted like the red sea for him, sensing his wrath. He spared no one a glance as his hardened eyes focused straight ahead.

You walked in tense silence until you came upon an unused storage closet. Garreth yanked the door open unceremoniously and ushered you quickly inside, closing it roughly behind you. His tall form backed you against the door, his quick fingers fully unwinding your scarf in the process. Before you could protest, he’d loosened your tie enough to undo the first couple buttons of your shirt, pulling your collar fully to the side, trying to gauge the severity of your injury. He sucked in a sharp breath as he took in the worsening bruise, the purple streaks becoming blacker the closer they got to the origin point. He brought a hand to your face slowly, using it to gently tilt your jaw up with his thumb to get a better look. You waited for him to say something, anything, your breathing shallow and nervous.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t obliterate him from existence.” His voice was quiet, words carefully controlled. He knew you were nervous. He didn’t want to scare you anymore than he already had, but the wild, untamed rage boiling under his skin called for blood. You could feel his hands shaking from where they held you, knowing how hard he was willing himself to remain calm. Your own trembling hands came up to grip his wrists lightly, needing to steady yourself and him.

“Well for starters, I’d be pretty lonely if you went to Azkaban. I don’t think I could send you many letters there.” Your small attempt at humor was met with furrowed brows and pleading eyes. You sighed and resigned yourself to telling him the truth.

“It wasn’t- He didn’t mean to- It wasn’t on purpose-” A truly violent snarl ripped itself from Garreth’s lips at the thought that this could be anything but purposeful. You had to close your eyes, but forced yourself to keep talking. “We- The three of us, discovered Salazar Slytherin’s secret Scriptorium and-” You let out a shaky breath, idly stroking the skin of Garreth’s wrists as you spoke. “-and, in order to, to escape, someone had to-” You paused for a moment, trying to prepare yourself for Garreth’s reaction.

Apparently, you’d waited a beat too long, and he grew impatient, his voice coming out harsher than intended. “To what?”

You took one last steadying breath before finishing your confession. “-to cast, Crucio, on another person.” You screwed your eyes shut as you let the final words leave your mouth, afraid of the outburst Garreth was sure to display at your admission, but all you got was a quiet, broken sound above you. Your eyes flew open, and you were met with the most sorrowful expression you’d ever seen grace Garreth’s handsome features.

“He cast…an unforgivable curse…on you?” Garreth’s entire body was shaking violently, his lungs heaving, the look of despair on his face mirroring your own from the other night. You wanted desperately to wipe that look off his face, and suddenly found yourself vomiting all the words you couldn’t before.

“Garreth, please. It’s not- He didn’t- He didn’t want to. None of us did. He even offered to teach me the curse, so I could cast it on him, but I- I couldn’t. I didn’t want to know something so vile. And I didn’t want to- didn’t want to force Ominis to relive his greatest regret. So I told him to cast it on me. We were locked in. We would have died down there if he didn’t cast it. It wasn’t-”

“Why were you down there in the first place?!” One of Garreth’s large hands came up to cradle your face, his fingers wrapping gingerly around the back of your head, afraid to hurt you further, but needing to hold you in some way.

“We were looking for a cure for Anne. I just- I just wanted to help. We didn’t know the price would be so high. We found the remains of Ominis’s aunt. She was alone when she was exploring the Scriptorium and- and died down there. Please, Garreth. Please, believe me, we-” You were cut off by Garreth’s lips landing desperately on yours. The kiss wasn’t so much for passion, as it was for comfort. Garreth needed so badly to reassure himself that you were still there in front of him, unable to bear anymore of your horrific story. He didn’t think he could handle another word of sorrow from the person he loved so much.

He tore himself away from you, but couldn’t bear to go too far, your noses brushing together ever so gently, in stark contrast with the fear in his voice. “Please don’t do anything so dangerous again, my love. I don’t think my heart could handle it.” Hot tears dripped from his lashes onto your cheeks, joining the rivers already flowing from your eyes.

“I was so scared when you came back the other night. You looked so heartbroken. I didn’t know how to fix it. It hurt so much that I couldn’t fix it.” His body pushed you further into the door, trying desperately to get as close as possible. He cradled your head in both hands now, eyes screwed shut against the awful images flooding his mind. A shuddering sob escaped his chest.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it. I love you-” He kissed your lips again. “-so much. Please don’t let someone hurt you like that again. What if you don’t come back to me next time?” Another shaky kiss. “Please come back. Please don’t leave me behind.” He whispered his words into your mouth, into your soul. Your hands grasped weakly at his robes, trying to tug him impossibly closer. Your body screamed at you to stop, but it was drowned out by the wailing in your heart. You loved the man in front of you with all of your being. He was the bright, ever present sun, who washed away the daily sorrows you endured at the hands of Rookwood and Ranrok. Your soul wept, knowing you couldn’t promise him your safety like he so desperately wanted.

“Garreth, I can’t- I have many things to accomplish. Dangerous things. I can’t promise to-”

“Then take me with you.” He whispered the words against your lips, unable to manage more than that. Fresh, hot tears streamed down your face at his plea.

“No. Garreth, it’s not safe. I couldn’t stand it if you died-“

“I will die beside you, for you, before I live without you. I refuse to exist in a world where you don’t. I won’t have it. Make no mistake, my love, should you depart this mortal plane, my soul will chase you into the next.” You were staggered by the weight of his confession. The finality in his tone left no room for argument or rebuttal. All you could think to do was surge upward and capture his lips in a fierce kiss, your mouths moving together, lips slippery with the combination of your salty tears. You only broke apart when you heard the bell tower chime, signaling the start of classes. Your lips met lovingly a few more times before Garreth rested his forehead against yours, opening his eyes to gaze at you softly. His thumbs came up to gently wipe away your tears as he smiled at you, adoration apparent in his tender gaze.

“I don’t think we’re going to make it to class today, sweetheart.” You huffed a laugh as you gazed at his equally tearstained face, the both of you simply basking in eachother’s warmth.

As if on cue, a note appeared beside you. Plucking it out of the air, you open it, recognizing Sebastian’s messy scrawl.

‘I told the professor's you and Garreth would be absent today. They assume he caught whatever “bug” you had yesterday…I’m sorry for what I did. I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. Give me a chance to make it right. Please? - Sebastian’

The boy in your arms let out an annoyed huff and buried his head in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your torso. Your arms came up around his shoulders, one hand sneaking its way into his hair, running your fingers through the ginger curls. “I still don’t like him.”

You laughed quietly in amusement, but hissed a bit as you finally remembered the giant bruise covering your body. Garreth lifted his head from your shoulder, and left a lingering kiss on your forehead before pulling away.

“Come on, let's get you fixed up.”

[chickenlizard13]

Insatiable Thing

Pairing: Garreth Weasley x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 5529

Warnings: Fluff, Mature 18+ (definitely no kiddos)

Description: I'm having a great time. Sequel to Home to Me. Takes place in their 7th year.

Merlin, he looked good with his sleeves rolled up. 

You stood obscured by a large pillar, eyes raking up and down Garreth’s form as he faced away from you, chatting with a group of other students. He’d discarded his robes, leaving him in a fitted gray vest and black pants. Loosening his house tie, he’d also undone the first couple of buttons, displaying his freckled throat as he threw his head back, laughing attractively. 

You’d been playing a game of cat and mouse all day. Sending him teasing looks in class, disappearing when the Bell Tower rang, ghosting a hand over his back as you passed behind him in the hall, never letting him catch you. Which he tried, several times. His hand would shoot out in the direction of your touch, fingers just missing your wrist as you danced out of the way. It’d gotten to the point where he’d drop whatever conversation he was having and stalk after you, a primal look in his eyes, tracking you as you wove between the other students in escape. 

Unfortunately for Garreth, you were very good at hiding, vanishing around a corner and watching him growl in frustration at losing you again. However, Garreth could also be very clever when he wanted, so he’d taken measures to make himself more appealing to try and tempt you closer. Hence the rolled sleeves and unbuttoned collar, doing his best to seem unbothered by your antics. He knew you liked him in a more casual state of dress, and also knew his laid back attitude would infuriate you, causing you to get sloppy. 

A note floated lazily towards the group, circling around Garreth’s head once before he caught it in his hand. Nodding along with his friends, he opens the note, fingers tightening on the paper slightly, before folding it back up and nonchalantly placing it in his pocket. 

The conversation continues, Garreth seemingly unaffected by your note. You knew what he was doing. You knew what he was doing, and yet, it irked you to no end that he didn’t even flinch. You wanted to watch the wild desperation in his eyes as he searched the halls for you, see him slowly lose his sanity with each passing moment he didn’t have you. 

It was risky, but you were unable to resist the temptation as you thought of that frustrated look on his face, slinking out of your hiding spot to get closer. Even though he seemed relaxed, you knew he was on high alert and you’d have to make a hasty getaway before he caught you. 

Breezing up behind him, your hand caresses the nape of his neck, red curls tickling your fingers as you make your escape. Just as you turn to flee, a hand clamps onto your wrist, capturing you. Turning back, you see a triumphant fire blazing in Garreth’s gaze, a wicked smirk gracing his lips. 

“Hey sweetheart, there you are. I’ve been looking for you all day.” 

His tone is cheery, as if he were truly just greeting you after a day apart, but you could hear the danger behind it. A shiver raced down your spine, suddenly nervous that you may have pushed him a bit too far with your game. Hauling your front against his side, he tucked you under his arm, securing you to him. He leans down, giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek before whispering in your ear. “Caught you.” 

Pulling back, he smiles down at you pleasantly, turning back to finish his conversation while his fingers rub soothing circles into your shoulder. However, you were feeling anything but soothed, your heart pounding wildly in your chest, dreading the end of this conversation when you didn’t have the safety of other people. 

Garreth began saying his goodbyes, waving to the others as they headed to their next destination. He turns to you smiling sweetly again, removing his arm and interlacing your fingers together, kissing the back of your hand while leading you down the hall. He kept a casual pace, smiling at the people you passed, seemingly unhurried. You had no idea where you were going, Garreth refusing to tell you, only leaning down to whisper huskily in your ear. “You are in so much fucking trouble.”

Anticipation lit your blood on fire, your eyes nervous as you looked at him. He kissed your forehead as you walked, eventually stopping in front of an empty storage room. Opening the door, he gestures for you to go in first, pleasant smile still painted on his mouth, but his eyes tell you a different story. They dared you to run, promising grave consequences if you made him chase you. Gazing at him a moment, you consider bolting away, but know that in an all out sprint, he’d definitely catch you. 

Obediently, you walk into the closet, Garreth whispering ‘Good choice.’ as he follows quickly after you. Walking to the center of the room, you don’t turn around as you hear the door shut, or when you hear Garreth whisper a locking and silencing charm. When he’s finished, he walks up behind you, slotting himself against your back as he brings his lips to your ear. “You’ve been particularly cruel today, sweetheart.”

His breath tickles your skin as he runs his nose lightly along your neck, hands gently resting on your hips. “Not sure what I’ve done to receive such harsh treatment from you. As far as I know, I’ve been nothing but kind and loving. Doting, even.” 

Placing light kisses on your shoulder, he works his way back up to speak directly in your ear, another shiver running down your spine, helpless in his grasp. “And yet, you’ve left me like this-” Hands tugging you back, he grinds his cock into your ass, making sure you feel how hard he is. “-all day. Seems a little mean doesn’t it?” 

He traces one hand up your side, fingers coming to turn your head and tilt your chin up, giving you a chaste kiss before pulling back to look at you with hooded eyes. “It’s a really good thing you’re done with classes for the day. Don’t think you’d have enough time to hide all the marks I’m gonna put on your pretty neck, otherwise.” 

Beads of sweat broke out on your forehead, stomach flipping in excitement. You’d definitely pushed him too far, but you were eager to find out where this was going, unable to promise that you wouldn’t do it again in the future.

—-------

Hours. Hours later, the two of you finally exited the storage closet, Garreth carrying you gently. Your head lay on his shoulder, face tucked against his neck as you pouted into his skin. His hands supported your thighs, legs on either side of his hips, cradling your exhausted body as he walked back to the Gryffindor common room. You could practically feel the smug smile on his face. You huff in annoyance, drawing an amused chuckle from his chest. “I know, sweetheart. I was too much. I’m sorry.”

He most definitely was not sorry, if his pleased tone was anything to go by. “I can’t walk.” 

Humming, he kissed your temple lovingly, pride slipping into his voice. “I know.”

You don’t have the energy to be irritated, your exhausted body sinking further into his chest. He carries you all the way to his dorm, tucking you under the covers before climbing into bed after you. Garreth’s roommates don’t even bat an eye at your presence, very used to your frequent sleepovers, all of them assuming you’d fallen asleep studying again. 

Garreths crawls in behind you, drawing the curtains before settling down and wrapping one arm around your middle, worming the other under your head. He kisses your shoulder a few times, whispering an ‘I love you’ and tucking his face into your hair. You barely manage to give a tired ‘love you’ back before you’re fast asleep, comfortable and warm in the redhead’s arms. 

—-------

Days later, you’re walking past the potions classroom after visiting Sebastian and Ominis, when you spot Garreth working diligently inside. His back was to you, chopping ingredients for whatever brew bubbled in his cauldron. You admired him for a moment, smiling softly at the dedication and passion he put towards his craft. Strolling inside, you move to stand beside him, leaning your head on his arm silently. He immediately brings that arm around you in a half hug, kissing your forehead as he rests his hand just above your rear. “Hi.”

You smile up at him. “Hi.” 

“What brings you to my side of the castle today?” 

Rolling your eyes, you resist the urge to remind him that you’d had potions together not an hour ago and wrap your arms around his torso. “I just came from seeing Ominis and Sebastian.”

Garreth grunted at the mention of Sebastian, still not caring for the brunette after the events in your fifth year, but tolerating it for your sake. “Well good. I was just starting to miss your pretty face.” 

You laugh, earning a playful smile in return. “I don’t think I’ve been gone long enough for you to miss me.”

Still smiling, Garreth leans down, humming as he kisses your lips. “That’s what you think.” 

Heart fluttering, you kiss him once more, pulling away and leaning your head on his chest. “What’re you making, my love?” 

“Nothing exciting, just a few extra Wiggenweld potions.”

You quirk your eyebrow at him quizzically, waiting for an explanation. His smile turns into a smug smirk, a teasing lilt in his voice. “I just thought it’d be good to have some extra ones on hand, after the other day. Might have helped with your walking problem.” 

Clicking your tongue at him, you smack his chest lightly. “You were my walking problem.” 

He chuckles in amusement, giving you another lingering kiss. “I sure was.” 

Rolling your eyes again, you decide you’d had enough of his gloating and make to leave. “Well, my love, I’ll leave you and your enlarged ego in peace.” 

As you go to walk away, Garreth gently wraps a hand around your bicep, tugging you back to steal one last kiss. He pulls back just enough to speak, lips still brushing yours with a teasing smile. “My ego isn’t the only thing that’s enlarged.” 

Scoffing at him, you turn away, huffing as you leave. Garreth laughs at your irritation, and you feel a playful smack on your behind, turning to glare at him as he looks back at you innocently. His face relaxes as you turn back towards the door, watching you fondly as you walk away, already missing your presence beside him.

————-

You awoke to the gentle press of lips being scattered all over your face. Garreths long fingers scratching at your scalp lightly, attempting to rouse you from sleep. Squinting at the early morning light, you groan and hide your face in his neck, halting his soft barrage. He laughed, squeezing you tight against his chest. “Happy anniversary, sweetheart.” 

Humming in acknowledgement, you close your eyes again, content to let sleep whisk you away once more. Garreth chuckles again, a hand running up and down your back. “Do you plan to sleep the day away? I’d very much like to take you on a date at some point.” 

Whining, you try to shove yourself further into his neck, wrapping an arm around his middle so he can’t pry you off. “‘S the weekend. Lemme sleeeeeep.” 

Closing his eyes, a content smile rests on his face, fingers continuing to scratch your head. “But I haven’t seen you in so long. What if I get lonely?”

“My love, we went to bed eight hours ago.”

“Yeah, and that’s a whole eight hours of my life without your pretty face.” 

Knowing you weren’t going to win this one, you sigh heavily in defeat. You retract your face from his neck, squinting as you glare up at him. “You’re impossible. You’ve seen me every day for the past two years, and you couldn’t give me two more hours?”

Garreth smiles at your disgruntled face lovingly, pressing his lips to yours sweetly. “What can I say? No amount of time will ever be enough for me. I want it all.”

Huffing against his mouth, you let him do as he pleases, resigning yourself to being awake at this ridiculous hour. “Greedy.”

“For you? Immensely.” 

You roll your eyes fondly, whispering ‘dork’ under your breath, the word getting swallowed by Garreths lips. He gives you a few more lazy kisses, before shifting to lay partially on top of you, head resting on your chest. His arms worm their way underneath you, holding you close, as you card a hand through his hair, the other wrapping around his back. 

“So, what did you have planned for this date?”

Garreth sighs contentedly as he adjusts himself slightly, eyes closed as he speaks. “Well, I figured we could take a trip to Hogsmead, do a little shopping, maybe stop by The Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer, things of the like.” 

“What? No troll this year?”

Garreth laughs, thinking back to your last anniversary, where he’d tried to take you on a romantic picnic near a glen in the Forbidden Forest, only for a troll to come barging in half way through. 

“Not this year, sweetheart, but I’m sure we could find one if you’re really itching for a fight.” 

Shaking your head with an exasperated smile, you tell him that Hogsmead sounds great, excited to simply spend the day with him. The two of you continue laying there for another hour, talking quietly, lost in your own little world and ignoring everything going on outside Garreth’s bed curtains. 

—-------

Eventually, you do actually roll out of bed, putting on some heavier clothes for the walk to Hogsmeade. You take it slow, walking hand-in-hand as a light flurry of snow blankets the ground around you. By the time you get there, your noses are cold and your cheeks are flushed, but your smiles are warm as you head into the first shop. 

The two of you flit around Hogsmeade, popping in and out of various shops, stopping at Honeydukes for a treat, and even taking a stroll in the garden, greeting the hedge dragon as it shakes off the accumulated snow. 

As the sun gets lower in the sky, you meander your way to The Three Broomsticks, lightly arguing about Garreth’s spending habits. “My love, you don’t have to pay for everything all the time. I am certainly not hurting for galleons.” 

He scoffs at you. “What kind of gentleman would I be if I couldn’t treat the love of my life to a day on the town?”

You roll your eyes in exasperation. “You say that every time we go out.”

“Alright, fine. You can get the next one.” 

Approaching The Three Broomsticks, he grabs the door handle, opening it for you as you both step inside. There’s a knowing twinkle in his eye, and your voice is flat as you give him an unimpressed stare. “You also say that everytime, you liar.” 

He laughs heartily as he guides you to a table by the fireplace, leaving you briefly to head to the restroom, shouting at Sirona to not take a galleon from you no matter what. She shakes her head in amusement, making eye contact with you as you roll your eyes at her. You stay put, knowing Garreth would be pouty if he came back to find that you’d gone and purchased the butterbeers anyway. You busied yourself with looking at the paintings on the walls, enjoying the pleasant warmth of the fire as you waited for him. 

Suddenly, a tall presence appears beside you, and you turn towards it, assuming it’s Garreth. “Took you long enough. I thought I’d have to-”

Your teasing words die out as you realize the figure beside you is decidedly not Garreth. The unknown man gives you a flirty smile, eyebrows raising slightly at your words. “Oh? You were just waiting for me to come over here, weren’t you? Looks like your wish came true.”

Recoiling from him, you glance around to see if Garreth was on his way back, failing to spot him anywhere. “Oh, I’m sorry, um, I actually thought you were my-”

“What? Boyfriend? Come on now darlin’, no need to be embarrassed.” The man reached out and rested his hand dangerously high up on your thigh. “I’d be happy to take a pretty little thing like you home with m-”

His words are cut off by a large freckled hand clamping down on his shoulder, the fingers squeezing in warning. You look up to see Garreth standing behind him, a friendly smile plastered on his face, his eyes glued to the hand on your leg. “Hey there, friend. If you’d like to keep that hand intact, I suggest you remove it from my spouse’s thigh.” 

Your heart flutters at being referred to as Garreth’s spouse, eyes softening at him despite the tense situation. The stranger sneers, turning to look over his shoulder confrontationally, but freezes at the feral look in your boyfriend’s eyes. The friendly smile still stretches across his mouth, but fades a bit as the man stands there paralyzed, hand still firmly in place. 

“I won’t ask again.”

The man’s eyes widened at Garreth’s low, dangerous tone, all pleasantries gone from his cadence. The hand is torn from your thigh as the stranger scrambles to get away, spewing apologies as he hastily leaves the tavern. Garreth’s eyes track him the entire time, only turning back to you after the doors swing shut. He leans down, planting a possessive kiss on your lips as he places his hand on your thigh, exactly where the man’s had been. “You ok, sweetheart?” 

Nodding, you let him kiss you again. “Fine, my love, thank you.”

He hums in acknowledgement, hand stroking your leg idly. “Good. I hope it didn’t ruin the mood for you. Still want that drink?” 

You nod again, and Garreth turns to, very loudly and obviously, shout at Sirona again. “Sirona! A butterbeer for my lovely spouse, if you’d be so kind.”

She shakes her head again, having witnessed Garreth chase the unknown man out, amused at the warning aimed at the other patrons. Garreth hears you giggle at him, turning back to you with a half-smile and a cocked eyebrow. 

“We’re not married, my love.” 

He scoffs playfully at you, grabbing your left hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing your ring finger. “Not at the moment, but if you think for one second we’re not getting married, we might need to take a trip to St. Mungos to get your head checked.” 

Your heart swoons. Garreth sends you a wink before walking to the bar for your drinks, eyes narrowed as he glares at the other patrons, daring them to try something. You watch him go, gaze lingering on those broad shoulders, almost drooling as he leans his forearms on the counter to chat with Sirona a moment. You feel a bit hot under the collar, thinking about how territorial he’d been only moments before, and itch to get him alone, growing slightly impatient with the wait. 

—-------

You’d wandered back to the castle sometime after dark, heading straight to the Room of Requirement for a late dinner, courtesy of Deek. Thanking the kind elf, you told him to take the night off, promising at his insistence, that you’d call for him if needed. You weren’t exactly sure what house elves did in their spare time, but Deek seemed excited as he bid you both goodnight. 

Blankets and pillows had been piled in front of the fire, dinner and drinks already laid out and waiting for your return. Music played softly from a record player in the corner, the two of you dancing to it slowly once you’d eaten. 

Laying your head on Garreth’s chest, you release a content sigh, swaying back and forth as you listen to him hum to the music quietly. Eventually, you end up back on the floor, cuddled up in front of the crackling fire. Garreth lay behind you, arms pulling you tight against him, so that no space remained. You unconsciously drew lazy hearts on his hand with your finger, bringing a small smile to his face. 

“I was serious, you know.” 

Your fingers continue their idle tracing, even as you give him your full attention. “About what, my love?” 

His arms tighten slightly, trying to pull you closer. “Marrying you.” 

Laughing lightly, a teasing smile appears on your lips. “I certainly hope so, otherwise, the wedding invitations I’ve already sent out would be incredibly embarrassing.” 

He chuckles at you, propping himself up on an elbow and bringing his knuckles to caress your cheek as you look up at him. A soft smile rests on his face, eyes hooded as he gazes at you, memorizing your features for a moment before speaking. 

“You make me so happy.” 

His words are whispered, private, but he might as well have screamed them with how loudly they echoed in your ears. Your eyes instantly tear up as you look at him, his face filled with so much love and devotion it becomes hard to breathe. He notices your teary eyes and uses his fingers to catch each drop, shushing you with quiet apologies, brows furrowed. “Hey, hey, hey I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Garreth leans down, kissing your tears away, thumb rubbing your jaw with soothing strokes. Your hand comes up and grabs his wrist tenderly, halting his delicate kisses as he gazes back at you. Your eyes dart around his face a moment, taking in every lovely detail before parting your mouth, words watery as they escape your lips. 

“I can’t wait to marry you.” 

Garreth sucks in a sharp breath, wasting no time in planting his lips passionately on yours. He kisses you deliberately, pouring all his love into the slow slide of his mouth, making sure you feel how much he needs you. 

Loving kisses quickly turn hungry, Garreth climbing over you to slot himself between your legs, lips never parting from you. Both of your hands find his hair, fingers tightening at the slow roll of his hips, pulling a groan from his chest. He drags his hardening cock along your center purposefully, as he licks into your mouth, grazing your bottom lip sensually with his teeth. Whimpering, your hips roll to meet him, the slow delicious grind making your head dizzy. 

Capturing your wrists, he pins them above your head with one hand, while the other starts a slow exploration across your skin. His fingers expertly undo each button of your blouse, achingly slow, teasing your flesh with the slight brush of his fingers as he pops each one. Your hands strain against him as you gasp desperately into his mouth, silently begging him to go faster, but he continues his maddening pace despite it all. 

Garreth doesn’t unbutton your top fully, stopping when there’s just enough room to pull the pieces apart and expose your chest. He says nothing as he moves to forge a blazing trail down your neck, kissing and licking his way to a sensitive nipple, giving it a languid swipe with his tongue. You curse quietly, back arching off the floor towards his scorching mouth, wanting him to give you more. 

He pays equal attention to both nipples, sucking at them intermittently, spurred on by the constant choruses of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ spilling mindlessly from your lips. Pulling away slightly, his mouth hovers over your chest as he looks up at you, green eyes devouring your needy expression.

“What’re you asking for, sweetheart?”

You can feel his breath ghosting over your nipple, still wet from his saliva, and it rips a quiet wail from your throat. “Anything! Anything you want.”

Garreth pauses a moment, gazing at you in wicked consideration. “Anything I want?” 

Your hips roll desperately on their own at the animalistic tone in his voice, chest heaving as you throw your head back on the floor, nodding wildly. Garreth crawls his way up to you, eyes focused, muscles flexing as he leans down to purr directly in your ear. 

“I want to taste you.” 

A kiss lands on your jaw.

“Can I do that?”

Sobbing, your hips rut against him. “Fuck yes.”

He hums in approval, releasing your wrists as he makes his slow journey south, savoring every inch of skin he can get his mouth on. Hands free, your fingers grip the blankets underneath you tightly, needing something to ground you. Your bottoms are removed from you with ease, leaving you in only your half buttoned top, the fabric grazing your overly sensitive skin. 

Garreth settles himself between your legs, eyes drinking you in, a soft moan escaping him at the sight of you. “So fucking pretty.”

Teeth scrape the inside of your thigh as he nips at you, placing an apologetic kiss over the small hurt. He looks absolutely sinful between your legs, his lips kissing the skin reverently, but never placing them where you needed. 

“You know-” The maddening press of his mouth continues even as he speaks. “-that note you sent me the other day has been on my mind.” 

Another nip, followed by a soothing kiss. “You really shouldn’t send me things like that in public, sweetheart.” 

His tongue comes out to lick a long stripe, so, so close to where you needed it. “Telling me how much you like my shoulders, how pretty your legs would look over them…do you know what that did to me?” 

Fingers clamped down on your hips to prevent you from moving, as Garreth gets a predatory look in his eye, his teeth sinking in a bit deeper. “After enduring your relentless teasing, watching you run away from me all day? Do you know how hard it was to maintain a conversation, when all I wanted to do, was tear your clothes off and devour you in the middle of the fucking hall?” 

Frustrated tears gathered in your eyes, watching the wicked pleasure Garreth got from leaving you hanging, pleading for any scrap he would give you. He hovered right over your most sensitive spot, staring at your desperate face. 

“How could you be so cruel to me?”

His breath ghosted over you gently, but it sent you bucking wildly against his hands, wailing loudly enough the whole school could probably hear you. “My love, please!” 

“…Well, since you asked so nicely.”

Garreth finally put his mouth on you, tongue laving at you as an appreciative groan tore out of his chest. Throwing your head back, you practically scream his name as he sucks on you. Your hands fly to his hair, gripping it tightly, unsure if they wanted to push him away or pull him closer. Not that you had much choice, now that Garreth had his mouth on you, it would be a hard fight to get him off, the redhead moaning almost as much as you. 

His eyes rolled back in his head as he devoured you, a string of praises flowing out of his mouth whenever he came up for air. “You taste so fucking good. Merlin, I needed this.” 

You were so close, and he knew you were so close, growling as he egged you on, demanding you cum. “I know it’s in there. I can feel it. It’s mine. Give it to me.” 

Suddenly, you felt him shove two fingers inside you, and you completely fell apart. Your orgasm rocked through you, cumming so hard it almost hurt. You could only sob his name, body shaking violently as he worked you through it, fingers barely moving with how tight you were squeezing him. 

It felt like hours until you started to come down, Garreth’s tongue lapping at you lazily as his fingers continue to pump in and out slowly. You try to push his head away from your sensitive center, but he refuses to budge, looking up at you with a devilish glint in his eye. “Oh, you thought we were done? Sorry, sweetheart, I haven’t had my fill of you yet.” 

He puts his mouth back on you, ignoring your cries of oversensitivity. You try to wiggle away from him, but he pulls you back, laying an arm across your hips to hold you down. “Where the hell do you think you’re going? Don’t you dare try to run from me.” 

Garreth’s pace is punishing, driving you to the edge as quickly as possible. You had tears running down your face from the overstimulation, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it, that’s why you’d purposefully drive him out of his mind. Of course he knew, he knew you loved this. Knew you wanted him to make you cum over, and over, and over again. Knew you’d never be satisfied with just one orgasm, so he kept going, ignoring your showy attempts at stopping him. 

Your hands pushed his head as close to you as they could, chanting his name until your voice was raw, his unrelenting ministrations pushing you over the edge once more. Mind whiting out, your chest heaved with sobs, Garreth removing himself from you once you’d come down. 

Crawling up your body, he places gentle kisses into your skin, running his hands over you soothingly. Quiet praises were spoken into your skin, your body relaxing and becoming pliant under his touch. “So good. You did so good for me. I love you so much.” 

Garreth settles himself on top of you, letting his weight ground you as he brings you back to earth. You can feel his aching cock resting between your legs, neglected, and you muster just enough energy to rock your hips against him, earning a hiss in return. 

He lets you rock against him, chuckling breathlessly into your hair. “You sure, sweetheart? Got one more in there for me?” 

Too tired to form actual words at the moment, you simply nod at him, moaning slightly as he begins to grind back. Pushing himself up, he doesn’t even bother undressing, only pulling his trousers down enough to free his flushed cock. Impatient to be inside you. Lining himself up, he pushes in slowly, panting heavily at the feel of you. He runs his hands up and down your thighs comfortingly, stilling once he’s fully seated. “You ok, my love? Need a second?” 

Shaking your head, you wiggle your hips as best you can, wanting him to feel as good as he makes you feel. He laughs breathlessly, petting your hips as he starts grinding into you. “It’s alright, sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything. I know you’re tired. Just relax and let me take care of you, ok?” 

He fucks you languidly, savoring the drag of his cock as he moves, content to prolong his pleasure as long as you’ll let him. You can see the adoration in his eyes as he looks down at you, proud to have made you an absolute wreck. Desire starts to build back up in your chest, a familiar ache in your core causing you to moan louder, muscles tensing in anticipation. 

“Yeah, my love? What do you need? Need me to go faster?”

You can do little more than nod at him, whining needily as his hips begin to snap forward, eager to give you what you wanted. He fell forward onto his elbows, the new angle driving his cock deeper, pushing right up against that spot inside you. Your fingers clawed at his back, spurring him on, desperate for you to finish on him. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Give me one more.” 

Garreth tucked his face into your neck, wrapping both his arms under your lower back, helping angle you just a bit more. It had you seeing stars, and the grinding of his cock combined with his breathless pleas in your ear had you tumbling over the edge for the third time that night. Garreth swore loudly and snapped his hips forward a few more times before spilling inside of you, twitching as you convulsed around him. 

You both lay there in a daze, remaining connected, just enjoying the afterglow. You ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his temple repeatedly as you professed your love. 

Laying boneless on top of you, you wondered if he’d fallen asleep, his breathing slow and even. That is, until he lifts his head just enough to kiss you gently. He rubs his nose against yours delicately, taking you in as you lay together.

 “How are you feeling, my love? Everything ok? All done?” 

Pausing, you take stock of your body, waiting a moment before answering. “Mmmmm…I think I’d like one more.”

Huffing in amusement, Garreth kisses you again, just feeling you against him, unhurried. “I knew it. Insatiable thing.”

He kissed you a few more times, before pulling away to whisper mischievously against your lips, a delighted smile gracing his handsome face. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.”