WALKING TO THE FOREST TO DIE everything from Harry waking up in Dumbledore’s office to Voldemort killing him is just exquisite — Harry’s realisation that Dumbledore had been grooming him for death and Harry being hyperaware of his own body, “brain and nerve and bounding heart” is all so gorgeous and sad and wonderful, and he’s so brave. HE’S SO BRAVE. I’M SO FUCKING SAD IT’S BEEN 7 YEARS
destroying Dumbledore’s office I love this scene because after 4 books of Harry keeping shit to himself and sitting on his feelings you get lots of minor, small explosions post-Cedric dying and then THIS, it’s a NUCLEAR BOMB OF ANGER and it’s so satisfying to read but also the most painful thing in the world, ever
politely asking the sphinx to move, please this cracks me up every time. if someone was like show me ONE THING that DEFINES Harry James Potter AS A HUMAN AND A CHARACTER I would show them this scene. life-threatening wizard competition. dangerous magical creature. “can you move, please?” my son
torturing Amycus after he spit on McGonagall this means A Lot to me because Harry just straight up crucios that fucker without any hesitation or warm-up and puts so much feeling behind it. anything where Harry is morally grey is my favourite because he’s The Saviour and the Master of Death and it’s like yeah, and he just crucio’d a dude so hard he flew across the room and passed out
“you don’t have to call me ‘sir’, professor" any scene where Harry backchats Snape is fantastic but I distinctly remember reading this scene and being like OOOHHHH OOOOOHHHH SICK BUUURRNNNN OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH
do you ever just go about your day and suddenly get hit by a wave of anger - like I’m chilling, cleaning the bathroom and the next moment I am close to freaking tears of anger because LEXA DIDN’T DESERVE THIS. and I don’t mean didn’t deserve this just because I loved her. or just because she was part of my ship. or because she was a lesbian. or because she had just gotten a tiny moment of happiness for the first time in possibly YEARS. she also didn’t deserve it because of who she was. she was important. she gave her whole life for her people, she was a leader, people were looking up to her. she didn’t run away from the traditions she despised and she didn’t feel hate for the people who raised her to be a warrior, who made her grow up with the children she was destined to kill. instead she chose to be the change she wanted for her people. she was a visionary. she wanted to bring her people peace. she already caused so much change for the better for the grounders and she had so much more to do but she couldn’t. she didn’t deserve to die before getting a chance to see her vision of a peaceful future for the clans play out in front of her. she didn’t deserve to die by accident in her own bedroom. she didn’t deserve to die by the hands of her mentor. she didn’t deserve to die in such a meaningless way and without having the chance to fight for her life. and it has been a year and I am just angry and also so sad.
Can I request Viktor with a stomach bug? (Viktuuri) thank you!! 💕💕💕
thank you so much for sending these asks in, i’m glad that i finally got around to filling them!!! sorry it took so long, i hope it was worth the wait!!!
WARNING: descriptions of vomit below
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Despite having been entirely unproductive even after retching for the past half hour, Viktor’s head was still in the toilet when he heard Yuuri’s knock on the bathroom door.
An overwhelming nausea forced the older man into yet another dry heave before he was able to respond. “Ah,” Viktor swallowed thickly, putting everything he had into resisting the sick feeling in his gut. Unfortunately, nothing he did seemed to have any impact, so he reluctantly cleared his throat and continued speaking. “Sorry, Yuuri, do you need the restroom? I’ll be - huuurk! - out in just a minute!”
With that, Viktor’s stomach lurched and back into the porcelain bowl went his head. He wasn’t sure how he would manage to vacate the bathroom in this state, but if Yuuri needed him to, he would figure something out. As he coughed and wiped spit from his lips, he could hear Yuuri moving around just outside the door.
“I can hear you heaving all the way from the bedroom,” Yuuri said quietly. Viktor’s heart ached.
“Oh,” Viktor whispered, a wet cough interrupting him briefly, “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” Yuuri sounded confused, which was adorable; Viktor could picture him, leaning against the bathroom door with his face scrunched in the most endearing way. The thought alone was enough to leave Viktor yearning for the younger man to be by his side, but he couldn’t possibly ask that of him.
“Why are you sorry?” Yuuri murmured, almost as if to himself.
“I didn’t want to - urk! - bother you,” Viktor explained, feeling guilty because a large part of him wanted the exact opposite. “Did I wake you up?”
“I couldn’t sleep anyway,” Yuuri murmured. Viktor imagined him running a hand through his hair, sweaty from tossing and turning. The sound of Yuuri’s shaky sigh was loud enough to reach Viktor’s ears through the closed door. “Viktor, can you let me in? You sound miserable.”
“I’m - urp! - okay,” Viktor tried to argue, though he didn’t sound very convincing even to himself, with a belch puncturing his argument. Not to mention his energy level had hit rock bottom, so every word he spoke came out dry and monotone.
“Vitya. Don’t lie to me,” Yuuri’s voice hardened.
“I-“ Viktor wanted to tell Yuuri. He really, truly did. Unfortunately, his mouth didn’t seem to agree, and if he listened closely enough to it, he could tell that something in his heart resisted as well. He let out a long belch-turned-retch before speaking again in a hollow tone. “I’ll be fine. Go back to bed, Yuuri.”
When Viktor heard Yuuri’s footsteps walking away, he knew he had no right to feel upset or disappointed or lonely; Yuuri was only doing as Viktor had instructed. And yet, regret coursed through him as he continued to heave fruitlessly into the toilet. He wanted Yuuri to stay. Stay close to me, he thought. It had been a mantra in his head since the moment he’d met the younger skater, and yet he’d gone and pushed him away.
The words spun around in Viktor’s dizzy head. His stomach contents continued to slosh uneasily inside of him, but Viktor had all but given up on getting anything out, so he laid his head on the toilet seat and focusing on quelling the nausea.
He must have dozed off, because he woke with a start.
Yuuri was at the door again. Viktor had no idea how much time had passed, but apparently not enough for the bug to pass. The nausea was, incredibly, worse than ever, and he couldn’t repress a harsh heave.
“Viktor, I’m sorry but I’m coming in.”
The door was locked, Viktor had made sure of that when he’d first started feeling ill. Amazingly, that didn’t seem to phase Yuuri at all. He entered the bathroom moments later with tea - and a paperclip.
“Did you - huuuurgh! - just pick - hiccurrup!” Viktor coughed violently, forgetting to finish his sentence in favor of focusing on his struggle to breathe.
“Picked the lock,” Yuuri murmured, but he was clearly distracted, staring at the sick man. Viktor flinched.
“Yuuri, don’t - huuuurp! - look.” His throat was tight. Yuuri ignored this demand and brushed a hand through Viktor’s sweaty hair, shooting him a fierce look.
“No one’s judging you right now, Vitya, not when you’re sick and not ever,” Yuuri said firmly, raising an eyebrow as if daring Viktor to object. “Now. Let me help you.”
Viktor frowned, and his mouth ran ahead of him, “Thought you - hurgh! - went to bed?”
Yuuri shook his head. “I made you something - some tea.”
“I’ll puke, Yuuri.”
“That’s-” Yuuri faltered a bit before forging on in a pained voice. “That’s kind of the point, love. It will make you feel better, and then you can rest.” He handed Viktor a mug of tea, and the older man inspected it slowly. Its scent was familiar, a Russian brand that Yuuri must have dug up in one of Viktor’s cabinets. He hadn’t drunk it in years, but it was a comforting smell, in a way. Not to mention, Yuuri was right, and Viktor did want to empty his stomach. Still, he hesitated.
“You should go,” Viktor said quietly, staring bleakly into the mug.
Yuuri glared at him, and though Viktor would admit it was adorable, it wasn’t enough to make him reconsider.
“I don’t - urp! - want you to see me like this, Yuuri.” Viktor’s voice - and in fact his whole body - shook as he spoke. Shook from fever, from nausea, and from being torn between his desire for comfort and… fear? “Please,” he whispered, voice trembling.
“No,” Yuuri said, softly, firmly. He gently brushed Viktor’s sweaty bangs away from where they clung to his face, frowned when the older man flinched. “Vitya, I love you. I won’t leave you alone when you’re this sick.”
As if on cue, Viktor started heaving again. He really couldn’t stop. Tears sprung to his eyes as it became hard to breathe. “Yuuri-“ He gasped. “Please-“
Yuuri looked conflicted. “Will you drink the tea if I leave?”
Viktor nodded, tears streaking his face. Yuuri pressed a kiss to the top of the older man’s head, hesitated a moment longer, and then stood.
“Shout if you need me, love.”
Viktor nodded again, and Yuuri left. A whimper escaped Viktor’s lips, and he raised the mug to them, then drank.
The effect was immediate.
Vomit, thick and heavy, came hurtling up Viktor’s throat, splashing into the toilet in a projectile stream. He tried to catch his breath, but only ended up chocking on another stream of sick as it evacuated his body through both his mouth and nose.
“Yuuri.” It was hardly a shout. More of a desperate breath that just happened to take the shape of a name. But in a metaphorical sense, it truly was a call for help, and somehow, Yuuri heard it.
He’s hands were on Viktor’s bare back in a moment, kneading out the knots in the sick man’s shoulders, cooling his feverish skin as his muscles continued to clench and unclench. Viktor threw up again and again, and he felt like he was drowning.
“Vitya.” Yuuri’s voice grounded him. Yuuri’s hands grounded him. Yuuri was Viktor’s lifeline, and the older man sobbed as the younger spoke his name. “Vitya, don’t cry.”
Viktor couldn’t respond for a minute or two, still preoccupied with puking up his guts and unable to stop. When he did get a chance to speak, his voice was raw and vulnerable.
“Don’t leave,” he cried. “Don’t leave.”
“Oh,” Yuuri breathed. “Sweetie, no. I couldn’t- I wouldn’t- I would never leave you.”
Yuuri hugged Viktor’s trembling body even as he lurched over the toilet, watery stomach contents splashing into it once again.
“Vitya, I love you. No matter what.”
Viktor shuddered, nausea making it hard to breathe even when he had a break from vomiting.
“Even if,” he coughed wetly. “I’m sick and gross and weak?” Viktor belched, and the action turned into a heave that brought up another mouthful of sick.
“Sick, yes. Gross and weak?” Yuuri pressed a kiss to Viktor’s sweaty temple. “Never, Vitya, never. And even then-“
He paused as Viktor retched, waited until Viktor managed to force up a meager amount of stomach acid before speaking again.
“Even then, love, it’s not that easy to get rid of me.” Yuuri smiled when Viktor glanced at him. “Not when I’m in love.”
Finally, Viktor relaxed into Yuuri’s arms, crying softly as the younger man showered him with love and kisses. Eventually, Viktor sniffled and cleared his throat.
“Stay with me?”
Yuuri’s smile warmed Viktor’s chest in a way he’d never known he needed.
Time is slipping away as you wait for Bucky to return home from a mission so you can celebrate Valentine’s Day.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: This pure, shameless fluffy fluff…no really.
Word Count: 2,322
A/N: I was sitting in a creative meeting today and we were looking at some vintage designs when I spotted something that just screamed for a story. I can’t tell you what it was here but it’s down below ;) So for the next hour I tried to discreetly type out on my phone the story that was running through my head while also trying to pay attention to my coworkers. Be warned that this is a quickie and hasn’t been subjected to my usual weeks and weeks of editing, rewriting and obsessing.
It’s 11:00pm in Budapest.
1:00am in Moscow.
5:00pm in the Avengers compound where you are
hunched over a screen tracking the quinjet on radar.
You’ve been silently
staring at the display of vintage world clocks in the control room for hours;
lulled by the sweep of the second hands as they circle slowly.
Just ten more minutes you
tell yourself. In ten minutes, Bucky
will be home.
One time Fry races into his and Bender’s apartment, sneakers skidding on the floor as he runs into the bathroom, and hastily opens the door only to almost pee himself (he’s already painfully held it in for hours now) as Bender shrieks and slams the door so harshly it falls off of it’s hinges at the top.
Neither of them make a sound for a moment, and after checking that he didn’t actually pee his pants, Fry tentatively opens the door. And there is Bender, trying to struggle out of one of his spare red jackets , wearing a similar face to the one he wears when the police are about to get him. Fry knows that face to usually mean he needs to run, but he doesn’t think he needs to run right now.
Bender looks up at Fry from between the buttons (which are askew) with wide optics and his arms tangled in the red sleeves over his head. They both pause, and Fry thinks that if Bender needed to breath he would have stopped then, either out of shock or want to die of embarrassment. Fry isn’t really sure what he should be feeling in this moment, but finds himself some place in-between really really happy to find Bender in his jacket for whatever reason and really really blushy. Also he really really has to pee.
He settles for praying that his face isn’t as red as his hair and slowly walking over to the still still - Ha, still still - robot, vaguely wondering if Bender could malfunction and if he’d have to carry him somewhere to get fixed. Fry honestly couldn’t carry Bender, he’d have to call Leela, she’s probably the only one that was strong enough, her biceps are huge. Fry wishes his biceps were that huge, then he could give Bender piggy back rides and hold him in his arms. Fry shakes his head, that was beside the point, whatever the point was.
Fry coughs awkwardly, looking at the dirty shower curtain behind them - Oh, there’s the pepperoni he thought fall in the drain when he was eating pizza in the shower, he’ll have to eat that later - as he gently pulls Bender’s arms down and idly rebuttons the shirt for him. His hands end up resting on Bender’s chest, fingers pitter-pattering in a nervous and stuttered rhythm. Fry hums, this feels nice.
Fry looks up to the mirror to find Bender looking intensely at him and jumps a little, pulls his hands back to rest by his sides. Fry doesn’t really know what’s he’s doing, but he never knows what he’s doing or supposed to be doing, so he doesn’t really care anyway.
Fry bounces on the balls of his feet and watches the lines of Bender’s mouth guard move listlessly, no sound coming out, and suddenly feels an urgent need to reassure Bender that they were cool.
Fry coughs again and steps back, one hand tangling in his bright hair and the other shoved deep into his pocket, fingers playing with the lint there. He looks away from Bender,
“You can, uh,” Fry scratches his head and tries again, says too loudly and too rushed, “Feel free to keep the jacket, Bender! I have, like, twenty hundred of them, so…”
Fry trails off, thinking that was probably a good point to end the conversation. He nods to himself in congratulations, happy he didn’t say anything weird or stupid, and reaches behind himself around to open the door behind him. He fumbles a bit with the doorknob, its a little lower then he’s used to with the door being off a hinge as it was, and looks over his shoulder to see Bender still has his optics locked on his. The robot still hasn’t made a sound.
“Um…” Fry’s breath catches a bit and he gives Bender a once over without thinking, eyes lingering over the way his jacket stretches over Bender’s round shoulders. They kind of makes Fry think of a trashcan, but an attractive one. Not that Bender’s a trashcan, or that Fry’s attracted to trashcans, because he’s not, Bender just- looks really good all the time. If he was a trashcan Fry’s sure he would be an attractive one, Bender could probably be an attractive anything if he tried. Again, not that Fry’s attracted to trashcans. Fry shakes his head and starts over,
“You look really good in it, too! The red really brings out your, uh, metal or something.”
Fry falters and turns back around quickly, hand rattling the doorknob, “Anyway, I’m just gonna-” he bolts before Bender can respond.
Fry groans as he runs, why did he have to go and say something weird? He was doing so good! Now he has to find somewhere else to pee before his bladder erupts.
Fry runs past the kitchen before skidding to a stop, turning around, and looks from the kitchen sink, to the direction of the bathroom, and back again… Are there laws in the future against peeing in the kitchen sink?
Request: Some college au lance and keith, where maybe keith gets like really badly sick (Up to you my friend how) and lance has to force him to stop going to classes/go to the hospital but keith gets so freaking stressed because he must have perfect grades (Klance if you want!!) Thank!!! C:
Summary: When Keith comes down sick, he assumes its nothing and carries on. But as classes and deadlines start to take their toll, it becomes more and more obvious to both Keith and his boyfriend Lance, that this ‘cold’ is anything but normal. How he made it to lectures with full blown pneumonia, he’ll never know, but something he does know is that no matter what, Lance will always be by his side.
‘Babe, did you get the coffee?’
Keith raised his head, pausing in his feeble attempt to remove his shoes without experiencing a rapid, unplanned introduction to the floor.
‘Huh?’ he called, a small wince seeping through his teeth at the irritable scrape in his throat. He had been feeling ill for days, sluggish and tired, with a growing wet cough that burned his airways and pounded his head like a hammer on an anvil. He knew he had a fever - that morning while Lance had still been sleeping he had snuck into his bathroom and borrowed his thermometer, only find that his temperature had risen to 38.5 degrees. But college was just too busy to take a day off from, and so he had popped a few fever reducers and paracetamol and gotten on with his day.
‘Coffee,’ Lance repeated, sticking his head out of the kitchen door to raise his eyebrows at Keith. ‘you said you were gonna stop by the store on your way here and pick some up. I’m nearly out,’
Keith groaned, leaning his head against the wall, second shoe all but forgotten. ‘Damnit.. I forgot, sorry. Want me to go back out and get some?’ he asked, but every fibre of his body was praying that Lance would say no. Apparently, whatever Gods were looking down on him chose to be kind, and Lance shook his head, at ease.
A/N : aaah finally I finished a request! I don’t think this fits the request, but yo this is a dom Newt. It’s really a new territory for me because I’ve always portrayed Newt as a sub. Anyway! Enjoy this one and requests are open for fbawtft, hp, etc. Send me asks about it.
“You’re mine aren’t you?”
“You’re going to get f-fucked tonight,”
“T-Think you c-can- Oh Merlin, no, no, not like this…”
Newt has been talking to himself in the bathroom, the moment the two of
you entered your shared apartment after attending a ball held by the MACUSA.
The ball was held to celebrate the capture of Gellert Grindelwald. The MACUSA doesn’t
usually do this kind of thing, but you suppose it’s a grand achievement and
You try to eavesdrop the conversation he’s having with himself, but it
seems that he has put a charm in the bathroom so that you can’t hear anything
he says but some muffled sounds.
“Newt?” you knock the bathroom door. “Are you okay in there?”
“Y-Yes [Name], I’m fine,” he replies.
You didn’t know what you did wrong, but he also seems to be more nervous
than usual after the ball. He keeps squeezing your hand, he stuttered, and he
bumped into several people. Newt kept saying he was alright after you asked
You decide to change from your formal dress to your nightgown. You walk
to your bedroom as you think, ‘I suppose I can calm him down a little bit by
doing something…’ You pick his favorite nightgown of yours, and put it on.
Twirling in front of the closet mirror, you smile to yourself. ‘Newt is going
to love this.’
As if on cue, the bathroom door creaks open, revealing Newt already
undressed except for his trousers. Newt’s hair is messy, and his face is
blushing red with beads of sweat on his face. The sweat also trickles down his
bare chest, making you want to run your hands up his body.
He pauses when he looks at you, mouth slightly open. You giggle and say,
“I think we’re thinking the same thing, love.”
He gulps, before throwing the bundle of his shirt on the side. Newt
takes a few strides towards you, chin up, looking down at you. He then takes
your chin in his hand, and kisses you roughly.
You squeal at the sudden touch, before melting into his arms. You grip
his biceps, constantly squeezing it lightly, while he holds your waist, holding
you firmly. The kisses aren’t like his usual kisses; it’s more demanding and
needing. He’s about to push his tongue inside your mouth before you gently push
him back, looking into his eyes, a little bit worried.
“Newt, darling? What’s wrong? What’s with the sudden-“
“You’re going to get fucked tonight,” he cuts you sternly.
You feel the heat in your core getting hotter as he says that sentence.
But still, you’re wondering what’s with his sudden change of demeanor.
“I- W-Well, I will, but I want you to explain yourself first,” you
He sighs and takes your hand, guiding you to lie down on your bed. You
lie on your back, and he immediately goes on top of you, his hands on each side
of your head, trapping you from escaping.
Newt looks at you with adoration, yet also with something he lacks
“Do you think… That Abernathy can please you more? Hm?” he asks.
At the ball, even though you’re hand in hand with Newt all the time, you
did drag him to socialize with other people. One of them being Abernathy. He
teased the two of you by talking about some sensitive subject, which is about
how Newt does it in bed. Newt’s face went beet red, and you replied with a
laugh, saying that he satisfies you. “Although not the most dominant in bed,”
you also added.
You didn’t realize that Newt listened intently when you flirted with
Abernathy. “Oh really? I bet you prefer dominant men, no?” Abernathy asked. “Well,
probably. Want to show me?” you reply. Abernathy just laughed, and you excused
yourself, to talk to other people.
You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, so this is what this is all about? About me
flirting with Abernathy? You know it’s all a joke, Newt.”
“Yes, but you did say that- um, you prefer dominant men,” he says,
almost losing his confident composure.
“Well… I don’t mind with submissive men, but I prefer dominant men
better,” you say. He looks hurt for a second, before quickly going back with
his act again.
“Then I’ll show you that I can be dominant too.”
Before you can say anything, he kisses you again, this time biting down
your lower lip, then pushing his tongue inside your mouth. Your hands go to the
back of his head, trying to deepen the kiss. But he objects. One by one, he
removes your hands from his head, and pins them to the side of your head.
He breaks the kiss and whisper to your ear huskily, “You are going to
stay in bed and do as I say.”
You shudder as his hot breath hits your ear, and you nod in
understanding. He smirks, and proceeds to leave butterfly kisses from your
earlobe down to your neck, and your collarbone. He sucks and bites a one spot
on your neck, over and over until leaves a red mark. You moan and whimper at
his touch, and you’re sure it’ll be purple tomorrow.
“[Name],” he says onto your skin.
You reply with a moan. “If you want to come, try not to make any sounds.”
He slides the nightgown from your shoulder, before tearing it into two
and tossing it aside. You gasp; not expecting Newt to rip your nightgown, or
even has the strength to do that. “We can use magic to patch it up,” Newts says
He swiftly leaves a wet trail, continuing from your neck, to your chest,
barely brushing the nipple, down lower to your core, his hands freeing your
wrists. He gives an experimental lick, and you arch your back, bucking up to
his mouth. You’re about to moan before your own hand flies to your mouth,
He trails a finger down your clit, his fingers brushing against the wet,
sensitive folds. You desperately pants, holding in the sounds you’re making.
“So wet [Name]… All for me?” He presses a finger inside you, and you
breathily answer, “Y-Yes! For you only…”
“Not for Abernathy?”
“N-No… All for you- Ah!” you scream out when he adds another finger.
“I’ll forgive you this time. But for this, I don’t want to hear any
sounds, got it?”
You only nod as he starts pumping in and out of you, and with each
thrust, his fingers goes deeper, to another angle, until it hits your g-spot.
You gasp when his finger does, and he quickens the pace until you come onto his
He brings his fingers to his lips, greedily licking them off clean. The
sight turns you on again, even though your heat is still throbbing from the
sensation. He gets out of bed, and hastily takes his trousers off, along with
his boxers. His manhood stands in its glory, with precum leaking on top of it.
“Come,” he says, extending his hands towards you.
You stand and take his hand and he presses yours and his naked body
together. His member is pushed up onto your stomach, and you can feel it twitch
when it comes to contact with your skin.
“Feel it [Name]?”
He trails his fingers from your upper back, slowly down to your lower
“Feel it what you do to me?”
He squeezes your bum and you hum in response.
“I want you to pleasure me, but without your hands.”
He gives you a slap on your butt and says, “Now kneel.”
You kneel in front of him, and take his member in your mouth, your hands
behind your back. You start to suck his head gently, slowly moving your head so
it enters deeper. He lets out a long moan, continued by his hand going to the
back of your head.
You suck him hard, and he cries out your name, not expecting the sudden
movement. As you suck, you bob your head, and lick the tip of his member. It
twitches in your mouth, and with one last long suck, he comes inside your
mouth. You swallow everything, making sure none of them spills out of your
“Such a good girl. I should reward you for that, now. Should I?”
“I’d love you to, darling.”
“Alright. Lie down.”
You do as he says, and he goes on top of you, immediately positioning
himself on your entrance.
His eyes flashes worry, and he stops. “W-What? D-Did I do something
w-wrong? Did- Did I hurt you?”
His confidence is fading, and you giggle, before kissing his nose.
“No, silly. Don’t forget the condom.”
He takes out a condom out of the dresser, before ripping it with his
teeth and putting it on his slightly raised cock. You notice, and give his
manhood a slight stroke, making it fully erect again. Newt’s confidence comes
back again, and he seems more assured now.
“Scream my name, love.”
He slams into you without a warning, and you gasp, and let out a throaty
moan. He begins moving, slow at first, before escalating the pace faster. The
headboard makes a sound every time he slams into you, banging with the wall.
You’ll be sure to receive complaints from your neighbor, but you can care less.
He thrusts like there’s no tomorrow, all the while holding in his cum,
making sure you savor the feeling fully. He wants to make sure that you see him
and him only.
You on the other hand, feel so close to coming, as you see Newt pounding
your insides, sucking the energy out of you.
“Newt!! Ah!! I- I-“
“That’s it love, let it all out. Come onto me.”
With a scream of his name, you come for the second time, coating his
condom covered cock with your juices. He gives a few more thrusts before coming
himself, filling the condom. He collapses on top of you, the sweat covered skin
The two of you breathe peacefully, until he lifts himself off you, to
discard the condom. You scoot a little, making space for him to cuddle with
you. He joins you under the bedcover.
“S-So, do tell me… How did I do…?”
“Hmmm, well… Newton… I’d have to say… It’s a secret!” you exclaim as you
turn your body, your back facing him.
“W-What? [Name], tell me!”
“Oh shut up and cuddle me, Newt,” you say as you pull his hands to hug
He pouts and you peck him on the lips, whispering a brief goodnight,
before drifting to sleep.
Before drifting to sleep though, you think to yourself that you do enjoy
a dominant Newt. Very much so, despite his true nature. But you’re not going to
tell him that. It would certainly stroke his ego even more. And you’ve been
enjoying your role as the dominant one in bed.
It seems that it will take a few more practices to explore your
interests even more.
Request: Smutty smut smut In which harry and Y/N have a bet to see who can get the other off faster with oral and whomever looses has to wear that persons favorite team colors for the game that's night. (Packers vs Seahawks or Jets)
I had so much fun writing this!
Thank you for the request, lovely! Hope you like this one!
#16: You bet**
Y/N sits in her study room, legs propped up on the table,
figure slumped on the leather chair, and her laptop resting on her lap as she
went through her mails. The idea of work from home worked just apt for her;
apart from the comfort and relaxation to her, it also brought Harry a
consolation of always having her with him, wherever he goes, whichever part of
the world he rests in. Anyhow, it was no casual work; Y/N put her heart and
soul into the works assigned to her, and as a result her pay was always on the
line of increase and promotions always seeked her way. In all, she was on the
line of great prosperity, along with her love life hand in hand.
“Y/N!” She hears him a moment before he barges into the
room, panting. “Y/N!”
“Yeah?” She looks up from her laptop, giving a bored look.
“Y/N.” He says again, stepping inside the room, and walking
round to her side. “Are you through with your work?”
“Yeah, just one mo-“
“Okay, good.” He shuts the laptop with a thud, Y/N eyes
widening as she gives him a look, and she barely has time to protest, when
suddenly, he’s picked her off of the chair, tucking his arm under knee and
other under her back, lifting her in the air.
“Harry, what the-“ Her arms wrap tightly around his neck, as
he walks out of the room, walking in the direction of their bedroom. “Harry,
stop! What’re you doing?”
“You’ll see.” He tells her, monotone in his voice, as he
stands before their bedroom door. He opens the door in haste, almost tripping
on his feet, and somehow, stumbles towards the bed, throwing her on top of the
“Harry!” Y/N scolds, rubbing her behind in agony, as she
gives him a look.
Harry looks down at her, staring intensely to make her knees
feel weak and her anger rush out of her mind.
“Okay, let’s do it.” He takes off his shirt in one quick
motion; Y/N barely has time to admire his sexy tattoos and the little tummy
he’s acquired, before he’s lied on top of her, pressing down on her body with
his, lips curling in a kiss on her jaw.
She smiles as he leans up to kiss her lips. His hands wander
down her body, pulling her tunic up her till he has his hands touching her
“Ah.” Y/N moans into his mouth; he breaks away, kissing down
her jaw. “Someone’s in quite a mood today.” She chuckles.
“Hmm.” Harry hums against her chest, opening his mouth
against her covered breasts, and she is arching her back to get closer to him.
“I’m in mood.” He continues his trail, kissing over her stomach; sitting up to
pull her tunic over her head. Their lips press again, and he says in her mouth.
“Mood for some football without any disruption.”
Y/N eyes shoot upon, she absorbs his words. “What?” She
lifts her head off the mattress to look at him.
Harry looks up from kissing her valley between her breasts.
“Yeah, the football match between the mighty Packers and the Seahawks.” He says
to her, grinning.
Y/N sits up, pushing him to do along. “So, why aren’t you
going and watchin’ it?”
“Because the match’s in the evening, and I need no, NO,
distractions or disturbance while I’m watching; so you have me right now –
finish off with your fetishes and kinky fuckeries now, so that I’m relieved for
Y/N’s eyes narrow. “Why are you like this?”
“The match is bloody important, Y/N! I cannot-CANNOT miss
any second of it!” He says, eyes widening dramatically.
Y/N looks away from him, not impressed. Harry sighs, tugging
her shoulders so she lies back down. “C’mon, let’s get over with it, it’s not
like you take too much time to get off anyway..”
“Excuse me?!” She
booms at him, mouth agape, eyes widened, utterly offended. Harry snickers at
“What?” He smiles. “I’m just stating facts.”
“Well, Mister Harry Fucking Styles.” Y/N stands on her
knees, getting taller than his sitting figure, as she leans towards him with a
finger poking his chest. “You should pretty much write this down, but I have
the most holding back power, okay?!”
“You’re telling me?” Harry counters, musing at her childlike
demeanor. “I, who has discovered your body like you yourself haven’t, and know
you like the back of my hand – you dare to challenge my intellect?” He gets up
on his knees, towering her.
“But it’s my damn body! I know it better than anyone else
does!” She states, tightening her arms at her sides, and she puffs her chest,
Harry laughs out loud, throwing his head back, and Y/N’s
looking at him, absolutely anguished. She crosses her arm over her chest,
looking away, pouting. A thought strikes her, and she looks back, smirking to
“If we are really doing this, then let’s just talk about how
easily you wet yourself even when I dry hump you!”
Harry’s laugh ceases; he looks down at her, eyebrows crooked
up. “That’s because I let myself do so!”
“Oh, shud up!” Y/N drawls, tittering.
Harry shakes his head, leaning in closer to her. “I am a
control freak, I can control myself real bad.” He states it to her.
“Oh, but, baby.” Y/N hold his chest muscles in her hands, looking
him in the eyes. “I know your body like
the back of my hand, and you ain’t got no control over your horny self!”
She mocks him.
Harry fumes; clutching her wrists, he pins her down on the
bed; Y/N wrestling from underneath him, stopping him from nearing close.
“Do you intend to challenge me, Miss Y/N Y/L/N?” He rasps out.
Y/N chuckles, intertwining their fingers to get a better
grip at the wrestle. “Oh, I don’t fight losers!”
“Loser you!” He ducks down quick, overpowering her; his lips
meet at her neck, and Y/N gasps, pushing him with all her might, and succeeding
in bringing him underneath her.
“We’ll see about that, Styles!” She says, pinning his hands
down on his sides, panting from the exertion. Harry leans forward from the
mattress, to her, chattering his teeth as in to bite her, and she flinches,
squealing, away from him.
“Let’s do it, then.” Harry pants. “Let me give you a good
taste of defeat, aye?”
“Alright, you’re done, baby.” Y/N gets off of him, standing
off the bed, hands on her hips. “The one who loses wears the opposite teams
color for the whole match.”
Harry sits up, surprised. “So, you don’t support the
Packers?!” He panics.
“You’re on their side so I have to oppose you.” Y/N shrugs.
“Oh, dear.” Harry gasps, rubbing his hands over the length
of his face. “Y/N, I have to say this, but I think we’ll have to reconsider our
“Harry, it’s just for the bet!” Y/N gives him an ambushed
look. “C’mon, now, get ready. I’m getting the stopwatch - I am counting on
“Oh, you’re on, baby!”
So, it begins.
The room is eerily quiet; Y/N lies on the bed, naked, her
phone in her hand as she scrolls through her feed, waiting for Harry to show up
from the bathroom.
A moment later, the bathroom lock clicks, Harry walks out,
dressed in just his boxers, hair damp with water dripping on his shoulders. Y/N
puts her phone away on the side table, folding her legs close to her chest as
she watches him come close to her.
A hot, bothering gasp leaves her lips as she eyes him,
walking up to her in an absolute seductive, dominant manner, and she’s squeezing
her legs, feeling her strength falter.
“No talking.” She tells him, as he sits down before him, on
the bed. She points out her weakness; it completely has her pooling if he
starts to urge her, talk to her while getting down. His silky voice, wrapped
with raspy touch he adds, makes it absolutely inevitable to not lose control.
“My turn, my rules.” He says, smirking at her. He sits in a
crawling position, eyeing her bent knees, and then meets her eyes. Slowly, with
his hands, he holds her knees, parting them, till he has enough space to fit in
Y/N’s breathing shakes, she covers her mouth with her hand
to hide the fact.
Harry bites his lip. “Seems you’d be falling apart even
before I touch you.”
Y/N’s eyes narrow, and she keeps quiet.
Harry leans forward, till his stomach is pressed against her
crotch, and his face digs into her breast. “C’mon, talk to me, kitten. You know
I love it when you do.” He muses, dipping his head over her left breast,
brushing his lips over the supple nipple; Y/N feeling the reeling effect down
to her core.
“Kitten?” She tries to distract her mind by talking. “That’s
out of syllabus, Harry.”
Harry looks up, smiling wickedly. “Surprise, surprise.”
Y/N groans, throwing her head back. Her body leans onto the
headboard, as Harry goes down on her, kissing the way down to her thighs.
“It’s a torture.” He begins, kissing her stomach. “Going
this slow on you, I know how much you like it when I’m..rough.” He blows over
the skin of her torso, dipping low to kiss her navel with a loud smacking sound.
Y/N whimpers loud, her hands tightening around the sheets
under her, her eyes falling shut.
Harry sits up, rubbing circles on her knees to only slide
his hands down, cupping her thighs in them.
He kisses her inner thighs, his breath brushing past her
clit now and then, giving her shudders through her body.
“Soft, so soft.” Harry coos, sucking on her skin.
“Harry.” Y/N grunts.
“Mhm?” Harry looks up. “Coming already, are you?”
“No.” Y/N snorts. “The stopwatch, I didn’t start it.”
Harry gives her an accusing look, before leaning forward to
get the stopwatch in his hands, setting it down after doing the necessary.
“Good that I got you aroused before.” He says, as he fits
himself back in between her legs.
“Not really.” She teases, shrugging her shoulder casually.
This has Harry bubbling with rage, and he lifts her side,
slapping down on her behind. She groans, chuckling at his behavior.
“You bad girl, bad, bad, girl.” He shakes his head, slapping
hard again. “How does that feel? Does it tickle your core, kitten? Does it give
you an electric buzz? Hm?”
Y/N tightens her lips, reluctant to spill out the moan
captivated in her mouth.
Harry’s grip around her thighs tighten, and bringing them
close, he suddenly spreads them apart with a jerk, having her gasp loud at the
suddenness occur at the stretch. He starts to kiss her from the chest again,
playing around with her nipple before tugging them with his teeth, causing her
Trailing down, he’s right below her stomach, his lips
hovering for too long, before he duck down to suck at the skin. Y/N’s hands
clutch at the sheets tighter, his scruff above his lips tickling her skin
uneven, and she’s having a bad urge to touch herself down there.
His breath then feels over her core, warm and contrasting to
the chill caused to it from being exposed.
He bops his nose over her entrance, leaving a few pecks
right on spot but going no deeper, and he pulls away.
An unintentional grunt escapes her, she opens her eyes to
look at him eyeing her down. The desperation builds in the pits of her gut, and
she’s forced to open her mouth.
“Harry, you’re running out of time.”
His eyes twinkle hearing her say so. “Ah, so Kitten’s giving
in, is she now?” He muses.” It doesn’t seem so hard anymore.”
He leans back down between her, gliding his lips teasingly
over her thighs. “Tell me, kitten, d’ya want me now? Here, right here?” His
fingers touch her entrance, brushing past the skin, making her arch her back,
and bite down on her lip in suppression.
“Mhm.” She hums.
Harry ducks low, finally attaching his mouth onto her
entrance the way she likes, and a moan escapes her lips in approval.
“Let me see you come, kitten. Give it to me, baby, give me
your taste..” Harry moans into her, slipping his tongue past her walls, and
furiously flicking it against her core.
“Ah, Harry.” The pain builds in her gut; her hands sliding
into his hair, clutching hard to ease her tension. She can’t be coming now; it’s
way too early.
Her breathing accelerates, she is pulling herself from the
feeling; tensed and sweaty, her groans seem to not cease anymore.
“Come for me, baby, come for me.” Harry urges, his hot
breath fanning deep into her, and accentuating the already build up feeling
Harry takes her skin in his mouth, sucking down. This makes
her thrust herself down onto his mouth, wanting his lips just everywhere on
her. Harry’s hands wrap around her thighs, digging his fingernails into her
supple skin, as he leaves open mouthed kisses on her, separating her walls with
his tongue then and now to lick her off within.
“Baby, I need you.” He begs, looking up at her. She has
tears at the corner of her eyes, her mouth is open. Her face pumps Harry; she
can’t do it anymore – he assures himself. “Kitten, come for me, I need you, I
wanna-“ He kisses her again down, breathing hard against her core. “I wanna
taste you, you sweet, sweet, baby. Give it to me, gimme yourself. C’mon,
A shudder goes down her body; and she’s had it. Tears don’t
stop anymore, her hands tighten at his roots as his mouth attaches back on her,
and his tongue doesn’t care for being gentle.
She reaches her climax, screaming his name, as the feeling
of holding back now feels fatal. Her hands leave his hair; they come up,
covering her eyes, as she realizes her defeat. Harry chuckles, as he wipes her
clean, flicking his tongue on everywhere to have her sweet flavor reside in his
He sits up, reaching for the stopwatch, and he points it to
her, laughing. “Two minutes fifty eight seconds, babe.”
Y/N groans against her hands. Harry leans forward to her,
trying to pull her hands away, but she, like a grumpy child, keeps them intact.
“Look at you.” He laughs, hands wrapped around her wrists. “Acting
like a little kid. It’s not about winning or losing, Y/N, but I have a strong feeling
that I’ll win.” Her hands flies, slapping his shoulder. He ducks, pulling away
her hands with force, to find her face red in anger.
His laugh has no control. “Sweetheart.” He muses, reaching
forward to kiss her, but she pulls away, pouting her lips.
This has him laughing even more. “C’mon, you.”
“It’s all the fault of you calling me kitten!” She finally
speaks, but all angry.
Harry coos. “It’s such a sweet name, who knew it would get
you all weak.” He chuckles.
Y/N eyes narrow. “Oh, I still have my turn left. It’s not
game over, yet!”
“First, gimme a kiss, please.” She leans up from the
mattress, puckering her lips to give a quick peck, but realizing his mouth
taste so good, she goes for another kiss, and ends up letting him take control.
She sits up on his hips, fingers brushing against the
hemline of his boxer briefs.
“I could totally get you off by just dry humping.” She
challenges, biting her lip.
Harry sets the stop watch, musing.” We haven’t got much
Y/N rolls her eyes, chuckling sarcastically. “Ah-ha, baby.
You’d be coming with just a flick of my ass over your pants.”
Harry gives her an amused smirk. “Ready, set, go!”
Y/N’s lips duck to his neck, pressing her lips against his
sweet spot, kissing on while her hands palm him through his briefs. Her lips
trail down, kissing his nipples, then the smaller ones, having him leave a
She kisses down his stomach, on his moth tattoo, giving a
delicious moan as her lips press down. Harry’s figure shudders – her guess
totally correct at his weakness: her making sounds.
Trailing down, she kisses him over his navel, giving a smacking
sound, that has his breathing deepening in anticipation. Her come over the
bulge in between his legs, kissing down while she looks up at him through her
eyelashes. Their eyes meet, and Harry’s quick to look away, biting his lip.
Smirking, she reaches for the hemline of his boxers, dragging
them down his legs. His member comes springing out into her hand, and she
clutches it tight, looking up at him as she rises in a sitting position.
“Mine.” She says, moving towards him; their lips meet in a
quick kiss. “Only mine.” She kisses him again, getting their chest to touch;
her nipples against his warm skin, and she leaves a throaty moan into his
mouth, his groan following simultaneously.
His face turns somber, tension etched clearly in the clouds
before his eyes – all signs of amusement vanished in just a few moments. Y/N’s
hands pumps him, slowly and achingly, giving him a hard time breathing.
“Baby, don’t stop.” Harry says in a fragile tone, his eyes
“I won’t.” Y/N moans, kissing his mouth softly. She sits on
his one thigh, rubbing herself against his hairy skin.
She looks down at her hand, pumping his hard, swollen self,
and an inevitable moan escapes her lips, body rocking faster against his thigh.
She bends down slowly, bumping her nose against his tip, and
he gasps, searching down in anticipation. She brushes her lips, sliding her
body down to rest in between his legs. Harry can’t keep his eyes off of her, as
he waits to let her take him in his mouth.
“Turn over.” She looks up at him.
“Turn. Over” She says again, eyes boring into his.
“You mean, you’re gonna-“
“Mm-hmm.” She nods innocently, Harry’s eyes’s widening.
He does as she says, lying flat on his stomach. Her lips
come over his back, kissing along the length of his spin, stopping just above
his spine. A moan leaves his lip, fidgeting slightly as he waits for her.
Her hands clutch his bare behind, kneading in her petite
hands. Harry feels a shudder, his breath accelerating.
“Such a pretty ass.” She muses, leaning down to kiss over
“You’ve never done this.” Harry stutters.
Urging his hips to buck up, she gets him to kneel with his
behind to her. Harry’s body seems shivering, completely losing senses, as Y/N’s
hand spread his cheeks apart, running a slick finger against the line.
Harry’s hips buck, his teeth chattering in longing. Y/N’s
lips replace her finger, leaving a small peck, and that has Harry groaning like
a wild animal. He is breathing through his mouth, as her lips press onto his
more, kissing him repeatedly, before her tongue gives a poke.
Harry jumps in his place, Y/N’s tongue doing a flick on him,
and he is crying out, reaching his hands behind to clutch her head. Y/N lets
out a moan as his hand reach her hair, the moan vibrating in through his body,
sending a line of cusses and moans leave his mouth.
Pulling away, Y/N turns him back over to her. Harry sits up,
his face red, sweat and breathing absolutely out of control.
She takes no time, bending down to reach his hard erection,
and takes him in her mouth, moaning when he fills her to her throat. She pumps
the rest of him, fondling his balls in her hand, as she bobs her head against
him. The intensity of all of the activities has Harry’s mind driving out of
control, he clutches her hair in his hand, and throws his head back, living in
He feels the pressure intensify within him, but he remembers
to pull back, albeit the torture he feels in doing so.
Y/N’s cheeks hollow around him, her moans loud and shaking,
leaving him with redness spreading all over his stomach and chest from the
exertion of holding back. She bobs faster, pulling him completely out of her
mouth, kissing and petting his tip, before taking him in again, leaving him
absolutely pleasured with the contrasting change of temperature.
His toes curl as her warm mouth covers him, and it’s before
he can comprehend that he twitches and come into her mouth, groaning.
She pulls away, reaching him. His fingers cup her chin,
wiping off the dripping juice over it. They look into one another’s eyes, and
suddenly, they are kissing each other, escalating the process as Harry has her
pinned against the mattress, his member in his hand, resting right at her
He thrusts into her, not pulling away from the kiss, as his
hips buck and thrust into her hips. They are moving together, in sync; Harry
gets control, pulling away from the kiss to love her neck. Their arms wrap
around each other, pressing one another’s body close till there wasn’t even air
to pass through, as he rocks above her, thrusting in hard and fast.
Their groans sound deep, husky and loud; they’re in absolute
lack of control, and for the second time, Y/N finds herself falling apart in
his arms, lips together, feeling him deeply around her clenching walls.
They pause, breathing hard against each other, taking time
to get over the euphoria of all of the moments. It is while later that Y/N
“Harry!” She calls, him, shaking his slumped body over her. “The
stopwatch, it’s still running!”
Harry gets up slowly, limbs aching, back aching, as he
reaches over to the stopwatch, smiling in victory.
“Ha-ha. Four minutes fifty five seconds.” He shows it to
Y/N sits up, annoyed. “But, we need the time after you came,
not after everything!”
“Whatever!” Harry does his victory dance. “I know I won.”
“No, we don’t have the clear results!” Y/N protests.
“Oh, shud up!” He drawls. “Every loser says that.”
“No!” She whines. “It’s a tie!”
Harry only laughs, teasing her.
“Wait!” Realization comes over her. “If I subtract the time
it took me to get off to the total time of what we did, it comes out to be….two
minutes seven seconds!” Her eyes widen, she’s genuinely delighted.
“What?” Harry looks at her, confused.
“It’s Maths, Styles! And I won!” Y/N does her happy dance.
“Oh, no, no, no.” Harry counters, shaking his head. “Let’s
just make it a tie.”
“Yes! Because you of course came early this time. We can’t
consider the previous time.” He explains.
Y/N’s eyes roll up in thought. She sighs, groaning. Harry
laughs at her. “So, it’s a tie!” He says. “C’mon, now, let’s get dressed.”
“But, you’re cheating, Harry. I clearly won!”
“Shut your mouth or I’d be making you come the third time.”
Harry slumps, looking down at the Seahawks color shirt he’s
wearing. His arms cross over his chest, the television ahead of him turned on,
waiting for the match to begin. He makes a face, staring at the screen with a
The door to the room then opens, his friends coming inside
together, all hooting and shouting his name.
Harry’s eyes widen, as he turns to his mates.
“Harry..?” They all say together, giving confused looks. “Man,
have you lost your mind? You’re abandoning the Packers?”
“Hi, boys.” Y/N walks in, beer cans and snacks in a cart
ahead of her. All the boys look t her with smiles.
They turn to Harry. “Y/N’s got so better taste than you,
“No!” Harry covers up. “She’s the one supporting the
“Oh, shut up, Harry.” Y/N pops in. “Why would you support
anyone else when there’s the mighty Packers.”
All the gents chuckle with her, giving her high-five, and
eyeing Harry rudely, they settle on the couch before the television.
Harry glares at her, gritting his teeth.
“Have fun, boys!” She says, blowing an annoying kiss at
Harry, before walking out of the room, laughing.
Could you write a niall blurb about being mad at eachother and he keeps trying to fix it every time he does whatever it is wrong by buying chocolate an flowers and your tired of him doing that to make up for his wrong doing?
Niall had been known to disappear when he was recording. When the two of you started dating, he took off after your third date because the group was in the middle of recording FOUR. You didn’t hear from him for almost two weeks. You moved on, even said yes to a date with another guy. So when Niall called up the night before your date like nothing was wrong, it took him three hours to get you to understand.
What made you finally crack and give him another chance? Any man who would spend three hours on the phone trying to convince you he wasn’t playing with your head was probably someone worth taking another look at.
When the group went off to record Made in the A.M. it wasn’t such a shock. In fact, you weathered the almost three week absence rather well. You had classes and exams to take your focus anyway.
Besides, when Niall finally returned…he was good at making it up to you. Very good.
It had been a week since he’d kissed your forehead, told you he would call you later and walked out of your house. He hadn’t called or texted since. It was like he’d dropped off the face of the earth. He didn’t even come home for a change of clothes.
And it wouldn’t have bothered you, if he hadn’t left you sitting next to an empty chair across from your parents at an expensive Italian restaurant. Your mother did what she always did, she tried to ignore the elephant in the room while your father boisterously exclaimed that he loved Italian food and this was some of the best he’d ever had.
Humiliated didn’t even begin to explain how you felt. Alone, empty, betrayed and generally pissed off came close.
Some Elorcan smut please!!!! No angst no betrayal just fluff. (Sorry also curious but how old are you?) Thank you! (Lovvvvveee the Pale Skin and Onyx Eyes work BTW!!)
Clearly NSFW Elorcan smutfic, read at your own peril! smut under the cut~ CW: some misogynistic language
YO I DID THIS FOR U ANON, AND I’M ACTUALLY PRETTY HAPPY WITH IT?? sorry it took a little while! It’s my first smutfic, so go easy on me. I hope ur bodies are ok afterwards~ let me know what you think! ;3
Elide Lochan sighed through her nose. She was finally done with classes for the day and was now sitting on a nondescript, black couch in Lorcan’s dorm room at Adarlan University of Magic and Research (AU, for short). Lorcan had just gotten back from the gym so he was currently showering in the bathroom.
Elide rolled her neck around and huffed a sigh again. She was bored.
What to do while Lorcan showers… Not that it will take very long. Elide rolled her eyes, but mid-eye-roll she remembered that there was a magazine in her backpack, some silly Fae, female’s health magazine that Aelin had carelessly left lying around on Elide’s desk, and it had somehow found its way into her backpack. She mentally reminded herself to ask whether Aelin wanted the magazine back at dinner later.
She and Lorcan were scheduled to go out to dinner with Rowan and Aelin at 6PM, but right now, it was only 4:45PM. Propping her feet up on the couch, she idly began flipping through the magazine. Elide absentmindedly tugged on a strand of hair and loudly sighed again while glaring at the bathroom door. After flipping through a couple more pages, a few words caught her eye – an article mentioning the classic movie Titania, where a Fae male named Jack and a human woman named Rosalyn fell in love after meeting on a ship. Her arched brows raised – it had been a long time since she had watched that film. It was now considered a cliché movie, but it had been a huge hit at the time of its release.
Elide sat up and continued reading through the rather
sexually-explicit page. Seeing the movie title reminded her of last summer,
when Aelin had thrown a ridiculous end-of-the-school-year party on a cruise
ship, essentially forcing people
together for a day and a half in the middle of an ocean. It was such an Aelin thing to do, but Elide admitted
that Aelin had accomplished her goal for the party, which had been matchmaking for other people. Like Elide.
And even Manon, with Dorian nonetheless!
Elide was pretty sure she could point to any girl in their class and there was a 50-50 chance Dorian Havilliard had slept with her. And Manon pretty much hated men. Elide shook her head as she remembered.
The party had successfully forced Elide and Lorcan to finally confront each other after they barely spoke to each other during her first year at Adarlan U. But they had both often stared at each other when the other wasn’t looking, and they would make such intense eye contact often enough that their astute friends obviously noticed.
Aelin tried to talk to Elide about it, and Rowan cornered Lorcan, but both Elide and Lorcan denied that there was anything going on. And when Aelin and Rowan had both stared and pointed out that, that’s the point, NOTHING is going on, they had each hurriedly made an excuse and fled. Elide prayed Aelin would leave the subject alone after that.
However, Aelin decided to take things into her own hands with her summer party, and Elide couldn’t help but smile at the memory of Lorcan and her on the cruise ship.
Aelin had all but shoved her towards the shadowy deck where Lorcan was standing alone, leaning against the rails and looking out into the endless ocean. Elide nearly tripped over the blood-red, floor-length, strapless dress Aelin had loaned her. The week before the cruise, Aelin had thrusted the heap of fabric into Elide’s arms, and ignored her when Elide tried to protest.
Elide had profusely thanked her friend, admitting that she did love the wispy chiffon layers of the dress and the delicate beading over the chest. She had felt more… confident wearing the dress, which gave her the courage that summer night to finally have a real conversation with Lorcan that didn’t involve discussing the weather or classes. And in that dress, she and Lorcan had shared their first kiss, underneath the stars with nothing but waves for miles around.
At that moment, the bathroom door swung open, steam dissipating into the room as Lorcan Salvaterre stepped through the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscled chest glistened with water as he shook water droplets from his dark, shoulder-length hair. Looking at the planes of his chiseled face still took Elide’s breath away.
Elide sat up and crossed her legs. She placed the magazine on the glass coffee table in front of her and tipped her chin up at him.
“I’m bored,” she whined, tossing her hair dramatically. Lorcan’s onyx eyes automatically snapped to the clock hanging on the wall and then back to her fine-boned face.
“I’ve been in the bathroom for ten minutes,” he said calmly, while towel-drying his hair. “And we’re getting dinner in an hour, Elide.”
Elide watched him for a moment, before tugging off her pink, long-sleeve shirt and flinging it onto the floor. Her dark, waist-length hair fell over her pale breasts, which were cupped by a lacy, pink bra. One of her hands drifted in between her legs, and she drummed her fingers against her clothes.
Summary: With this title do I even need a summary… Luke teases you with a pair of vibrating panties and then fucks you realllll good ;)
Warnings: This is ridiculously smutty + involves the use of vibrating panties
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: If you don’t know what vibrating panties are, they’re basically a pair of underwear with a vibrator over where your clit goes. The pair used in this uses a remote to control the speed of the vibe!
“L-Luke,” You stammer, tugging on the sleeve of your boyfriend’s shirt.
When you receive no answer, you tilt your head and look back to see him talking to Michael, his face lined with concentration.
The conversation between the two friends seems calm, both of them chatting about guitars. You want to laugh.
Michael wouldn’t have that smile stretched across his face if he knew what was going on between your legs.
Letting his men go first Yondu followed in after them. He watched as his men took over the ship they were currently plundering. Looking about he saw as one of his crew held the Captain on his knees. Walking over he smiled at the man, no doubt one of the Kree race. “Well looky here. We got ourselves a Kree ship boys.” he said rubbing his hands together. The blue man gave a snarl to Yondu and proceeded to insult him about his former slave life. “I guess I moved up in life, now what sorta goodies you got on this here ship.” he smirked. Snapping his fingers the men began going through the boxes on the ship to find anything they could sell. Seeing the dead crew members on the ground he looked at the Kree captain. “See your first mistake was keeping weak crew members.” he growled before punching the Kree in the gut. Hearing a scream he furrowed his brows and looked in the direction it was coming from. Kraglin was the first to met the Captains eyes, showing him honest concern while the others just laughed and gave fox calls. “Ah Captain you may want to come take a look at this.” Kraglin said and the Kree began to thrash in his bindings. Kicking the Kree Yondu made his way towards where the others were to see what they were gawking at. “Now move out the way.” he said, pushing the men aside. Looking inside the small dark room he saw a cage with what clearly a woman inside. She was curled up in the far corner, shaking with fear as some of the crew tried to grab at her. Seeing chains on her ankles, wrists and neck he knew imminently she had to be a slave in transport. Remembering the time when he too was in chains Yondu gritted his teeth before kicking one of his crew members that was trying to grab at her in the ribs. The man doubled over in pain and all the others were quick to look at the blue centenarian. “Your scaring her. Go see what else ya can find on the ship. Go on GET!” he yelled making the men take off away from the cage. “Kraglin!” he said still looking at the girl. “Yes Cap?” the skinny man said. “Bring me the Kree.” he said in a even tone and saw as the man nodded out of the corner of his eye.
When the Kree was thrown to his feet Yondu finally broke his gaze from the female still cowering in the corner. “Who is she?” he asked but the man said nothing. Whistling Yondu made his arrow go through the Kree’s leg, erupting a loud grunt from the man. “I’ll ask again who is she!?” when the man again said nothing Yondu let out a high pitch slow whistle. The arrow slowly began to pierce itself into the males chest. “She is a terran. Picked her up during the battle on earth.” he screamed in his own language. “Why?” Yondu asked calmly. “She is an Omega… were going to see how much we could get for her… would you be interested. I hear the cunt is pure, just how you Centaurians like them.” the kree mocked with a laugh. Curling his lip in distaste the room was filled with a high pitch whistle and the kree fell dead at Yondu’s feet. The omega had not looked up once and he knew she must be terrified. “Kraglin, go get me a blanket.” he said and was left alone with the female once again. Opening the cage door he bent down to crawl over to her. He could see the dark bruises on her body where she had been beaten and furrowed his brows. Her clothes were dirty and had holes all in them. Her hair matted and wild. She was shaking still and when he ran his knuckles over her upper arm she flinched. “Now doll I’m gonna get ya out of here.” he told her in as gentle of a voice as he could. Moving to grab her hand she snatched her hands away and looked into his eyes. Bright eyes the same color blue as his skin looked into his red ones. He didn’t think he had ever seen so much fear on one person before. “I’m just going to get these chains off ya.” he told her and slowly moved to grab his knife from his boot. Yondu saw as a tear fell from her eye when she looked at his knife. She thought he was going to hurt her. Grabbing her arm he picked the lock of the chains letting them fall to the ground. When Kraglin walked back into the room with a blanket in his arms he handed it to Yondu. Going to wrap her in the blanket she took her chance and hit his nose with the palm of her hand making him fall backwards and groan in pain. By the time he looked back up she was out of the cage and kicking Kraglin in the balls as she made a run for it. “Fuck.” he said crawling out of the cage to go after her. Seeing her running down the hall he yelled for his men to catch her. When they grabbed her around her middle she kicked and hit as hard as she could to get away. Coming up Yondu saw as she kicked another in the face and before he could say anything the man back handed her across the face, knocking her out. “Did I say hurt her!” he yelled punching the man in the jaw. Pulling the female from the man’s arms he wrapped her in the blanket. “Get whatever you can and hurry up and get us out of here. I want to be long gone by the time the kree find out one of their ships is late.” he told the crew and saw them nod before walking towards his chambers.
Hearing a small groan Yondu looked to see the girl he had laid in his bed waking up. “She finally wakes. You know girl you hit pretty hard for an omega.” he said with a chuckle, walking over to the bed. When she saw him she backed up into the corner of his bed that was against the wall and stared at him. Siting on the bed he looked to her and sighed. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya doll.” he said. “You’re one of them… the ones that took me…” she whispered and he shook his head, “No. I ain’t no kree. I’m a Centaurian. The name is Yondu, What’s yours?” he said holding out his hand for her to shake. She looked the appendage over for a moment before placing her smaller hand in his, “Y/n.” she whispered. Smiling he nodded his head and then looked down to her arm, seeing puncture wounds he let out a sigh, “what did they do to ya darling?” he asked making her snatch her hand away from him. Looking down she tried to cover the marks on her body. Licking his teeth he stood and walked into another room. Soon he walked back out and went to a drawer made into the walls. Watching his every move she was surprised when he came back over to the bed and handed her a pile of what looked like clothing and a towel. “There is a bathroom through there. Here’s some clothes, we ain’t got no women clothes on the ship so these will have to do until I can pick ya up some.” he told her. Timidly she reached out and grabbed the clothes from him and looked down. “Thank you.” she whispered making him give a small smile and nod. She looked between him and the bathroom for a moment before getting up and walking towards it. When she looked out of the room that had no door to separate the two he chuckled, “I’m going to check on what the crew is doing. Don’t worry, ain’t nobody allowed in here but me.” he told her with a smirk before leaving the room.
Looking in the bathroom y/n saw a shower of sorts with the water already turned on and steaming. Checking to make sure the blue man known as Yondu did actually leave she undressed from her rags and stepped under the water, letting out a small sigh at the feel of the hot water on her skin. Washing away all the dirt and blood she grabbed what she assumed was soap and washed her hair and body. When she was done she was left feeling better than she had in a long time. Holding up the clothes he had gave her she stepped into the red pajama pants, having to roll them up at the waist to keep them from falling down. Pulling the black shirt over her head she lifted the fabric to her nose and sniffed the shirt. Alpha, she knew it. She had guessed that was what he was from the moment she saw him and smelling his scent on the shirt confirmed it. Looking into the mirror she saw how thin her face had grown and saw the light bruise on her cheek where that man had hit her. Sitting back on the bed she looked around the room a she ran her fingers through her hair to get out all the tangles. It was a spacious room with a bed, a small table and a desk. The walls, floor and ceiling looked to be made of metal that was a redish color. The bed itself was covered in black bedding. Looking at the wall that the bed was against she saw it to be made of glass but was not see through. Seeing a button on the wall beside the bed she bit her lip before leaning forward to press it. When the wall became transparent she gasped at what she saw.
After a few hours Yondu went back to his room, carrying a tray of food and drink for the omega. Opening the door quietly in case she was asleep he looked in to see her sitting on his bed with her legs crossed under her staring out the window into space. Walking over to her she never looked away “Beautiful isn’t it?” he asked making her jump and look at him. Holding up his hand in defense he sat on the bed and placed the tray in front of her. “Thought ya might be hungry.” he said. She seemed cautious at first but when he gave a smile she reached out to grab the food. While she ate Yondu looked over the female. Now that she was clean he saw she was in fact very beautiful. Her skin no long covered in dirt and blood showed clear s/c skin. Her long h/c hair was brushed out and clean. He could also see how skinny she was, no doubt from being starved. With being so skinny his clothes seemed to swallow her up but he couldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed seeing the omega wearing his clothes. When she went to bite down on a piece of food he quickly reached out to stop her. “No. Trust me you don’t want to eat that end. You won’t be able to move for a hour.” he chuckled before breaking off the root of the fruit and handing it back to her. “Darlin’ I need to find out what they were putting in ya… I just need ta take a little blood…” he said after a while, pulling out a small syringe from his pocket. Moving to grab her arm she snatched it away and growled at him. Knotting his brows he curled his lip and moved to grab her arm again, this time with more force. Before he could react she bit him. “Oww.” he hissed. Jumping he pinned her to the bed under him and held her hands down by her head. She tried with all her might to throw him off of her but he was much stronger than any human. “Hold still now.” he said around the syringe in his mouth. Pulling one of her arms under his leg he took the other one in his hand and grabbed the needle with the other. Pushing the needle into her skin she gave a whimper in pain. As soon as he pulled out the needle he placed it on the table beside his bed and ran his finger over her arm. Feeling a small bump in her skin he knotted his brows and grabbed his knife. She pulled for him to free her arm as he pressed the blade to her arm and cut open the skin. Letting out a scream he hurried and dug out the small tracking bit the kree had put in her arm. Once the chip was out he threw the knife on the table and held his finger down over the cut to stop the bleeding.
Rolling to lay beside her he kept his hand over the cut. Hearing her crying he let out a sigh, “I’m sorry. That was a tracker they put in ya, most likely in case something like this happened. They won’t be able to get ya again.” he told her. “What are you going to do with me?” she asked in a soft voice. It was the question he had been asking himself since he picked her up. Letting go of her arm he stood. “I don’t know yet…do ya got any family?” he asked and she shook her head. Grabbing the syringe and the chip he looked down at her. “Get some sleep omega.” he said before leaving the room, cutting off the lights when he went. Curling up on the bed y/n looked out the window at the stars. Who was this man? He had saved her and had went out of his way to care for her. He was an alpha and hadn’t made a move to claim her yet. What was his plans for her?
A few days had passed by and over the time y/n had not seen much of her savior. A man known as Kraglin had brought her meals during the day and at night she would only see the Captain when he came to take a shower or grab something out of his room. She had made herself busy by making things out of a box of wires she had found. She had been feeling very weak as of late and made it a habit of just laying in bed. She had been surprised to see Yondu come into the room and look at her. “we are stopping to make a drop in a little bit. It won’t be long but I’ll be off the ship with most of the crew…What’s wrong?” he asked when he saw her flushed skin. “..nothing…i’m fine…just a headache.” she told him, trying to look more presentable. “Mmm, I’ll see if I can pick ya up something.” he told her with a slight nod of his head. Watching him leave she fell back to sleep, burying her face into his pillow.
Y/n woke up to the door opening and rubbed her sleep filled eyes. “Yondu?” she asked but was surprised when the person came into her sight. It was not Yondu, it was another male, he was a red looking male with sharp teeth and yellow eyes. He quickly moved to cover her mouth when she went to scream, leaning forward to sniff at her. Smiling she saw his yellow eyes flash with something she had seen before, lust. “I Knew it. I could smell your scent down the hall. How delicious you smell. Just coming into heat as well, mmmm.” he hissed into her face. When he went to grope at her breast she bit down on his hand and he pulled it back. With the hand no longer covering her mouth she let out a scream before he again was covering her mouth. “Shut up you stupid whore.” he snarled. Pushing his hand down her pants she felt tears come to her eyes. When a loud whistle filled the room she opened her eyes to see the man on top of her gasp in pain. “That was a warning. Let her be or next time it will be your life.” Yondu yelled making the man look over his shoulder at the Captain. “You think you can keep her for yourself. You ain’t even claimed her yet Yondu!…That why you been staying away from her all this time, to afraid you going to hurt her.” the red man hissed in a mocking tone and she heard a low growl from the blue alpha, “That ain’t none of your concern.” Looking back down at her the man tore the shirt she was wearing, “What if I bite her now? What if I mark her as mine?” He said bending down slowly and showing his sharp teeth. An arrow quickly went through his chest before he fell off of her. Laying there in shock she watched as the arrow flew through the air before Yondu caught it and walked over to drag the man from his bed. He seemed to not be affected by the mans weight as he threw him from the room.
Slamming the door shut he made his way back over to the scared omega in his bed. Sitting on the bed Yondu reached out to stroke her cheek. “Are ya alright?” he asked and saw her nod. “I didn’t know he would do that, I’m sorry.” he growled looking towards the door. “was he telling the truth?” she asked in a whisper and saw him look down. “I’ll get ya a new shirt.” he said going to get up from the bed when he was stopped by her grabbing his hand. Looking at their hands intertwined he tried to control his alpha instincts as the smell of her heat hit him. “That stuff they were injecting you with was heat suppressants. I don’t have any but I know of a guy that I can buy some from… Should be able to get it in a couple hours.” he said and she looked down in shame. Before she could say anything he walked out of the room. Feeling a tear roll down her cheek she layed down on his bed and cried, not knowing the Centaurian was just outside the door listening.
Hours later Yondu had successfully gotten the heat suppressants for y/n. With a deep breath he made his way back into the room to find her curled up on the bed sleeping. She was whimpering with the pain of her heat. Seeing her holding something he leaned down to see it was one of his shirts that he had been wearing the day before. She was scenting him, she actually did want him. Looking down he shook his head and rubbed his hand over his face. He couldn’t possibly mate with her. She was so much smaller than he was and she was human. He could crush her if he wasn’t careful. All the reasons he shouldn’t claim her ran through his head. Hearing her soft sigh he looked back at her. On the other hand she had no one else and he couldn’t possibly send her back to earth when she had no one there to take care of her. He had always dreamed of taking a omega one day and now he had the chance. Seeing the different things she had made with the spare wires he smiled. Laying the needle on the side table he shrugged off his coat and layed on the bed beside her. Resting on his elbow he ran his finger over her cheek, waking her up. “Yondu?” she asked and he smiled, “Y/n, i need you to listen to me. I got the suppressants if you want them… but I was thinking that I would give you a choice on the matter.” he said stopping to see her looking at him with those bright blue eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the tale he had always heard about omegas having eyes that would somehow match who their true mate was. “I’m a Centaurian and that makes me a whole lot more…intense than your terran men. It would not be difficult for me to hurt ya if I lost control. If I claim ya and it would be your choice, i need ya to understand that once you say yes, there is no going back. I won’t be able to control myself, you’re too much for me to darling. ..But with that being said if I was to take you as a mate I would take care of you. It’s completely up to you.” He said holding her hand in his. “Yes.” she said and he had to look up when he heard the word pass her lips. “Are you sur..” he started but was stopped by her pushing her lips to his.
Feeling her lips on his he could not stop the growl that left his throat. “princess, you don’t know what you just got yourself into.” he growled out. Grabbing the back of her head he rolled on top of her, biting at her lip he heard her gasp out and used the opportunity to roll his tongue into her mouth. Holding himself up on his forearm he moved the other hand down to grab the shirt she was wearing in his hand. With a quick tug he finished ripping the shirt off of her. Leaning back he looked down at her bare chest and gave a deep growl seeing his eyes flash a darker shade of red y/n let out a gasp when he engulfed one of her nipples into his mouth. Sucking hard on the small nub he felt her flinch and regained control enough to lick over the now raw nipple. Kissing over her chest he sucked marks into her skin. Getting to her neck he licked over the area where soon he would place his claiming mark. Nipping at the skin he moved to kneel above her, pulling his own shirt over his head. Seeing her run her fingers shakingly over his fighting scars he gave a purr, telling her it was okay. Leaning down he went back to kissing her as he slowly pulled the pants from her legs. Lifting her bottom with one of his hands while the other pulled the pants from her legs. When she was completley nude he unbottoned his slacks and kicked them off the bed with his boots. Being skin to skin with the omega made Yondu shake with want. Biting at her hip bones she cried out and he smirked. Licking up the small drops of blood he had created with his sharp teeth he growled out. Licking down to her sex he threw her legs over his shoulders and licked up her slit. When a moan escaped her lips Yondu had to dig his fingertips it her flesh to keep from taking her then. Pushing his long tongue into her pussy he groaned at the sweet taste. He was happy when he found out she was infact pure, that the kree had not been lying. Thrusting one of his fingers into her she arched her back up off the bed.
He fucked her with his fingers for a while until he thought she was ready for him. Crawling back up her body he slammed his lips to hers. His instincs to claim her were taking over as he made sure to leave marks on her body of their coupling. Lining up with her he slowly sheathed his cock into her small body. She cried out and gripped his arms as he pushed in and when he saw tears flow down her cheeks he became concerned he had hurt her badly. Pulling back out he looked down where their bodies were joined to see blood covering the tip of his shaft. Knotting his brows he sat up and looked at her sex to see a small amount of blood leaking from her hole. “Your bleeding.” he said confused and saw as her watery eyes met his, “I was a virgin.” she said in a embraressed voice. When she started to curl up and hide herself from him he shook his head. “Is it normal for terrans to bleed during their first time?” he asked quickly trying to sooth her. Seeing her nod he let out a sigh of releif. “Do you not want to…” she started to say no longer looking at him. Before she could finish her sentance he was back on top of her kissing her cheek. “I’m not stopping.” he said in a deep voice, thrusting back into her, he pushed into the hilt and heard her moan. Gritting his teeth together he let her adjust to him. When he felt her buck her hips under him he smirked and pulled back out. Thrusting in and out of her he let her moans rile him on. It didn’t take long for her to begin whining. Grabbing her hips he flipped her over onto her stomach. Wasting no time he thrusted back into her hearing a soft cry leave her mouth. “Oh god…Yondu.” she moaned and he let out a feral growl. When the base of his cock began to swell he pushed it into her body, feeling it lock in her body. The omega screamed out as she was knotted by the alpha, her pussy milking his cock. Roaring out Yondu held her hips still as he filled her with his seed. Biting down on her neck he claimed her. Drinking down the blood gushing in his mouth he heard her whimper in pain.
Once he had spent himself he felt the alpha back away and realized what he was doing. Unlocking his jaws he looked to see the bite mark deep and flowing with blood. Furrowing his brows he leaned down to lick at the wound making her hiss and flinch away from him. Holding her tight to him he rolled them over to lay on their sides. With her throat in his hand he held her still as he cleaned the wound. When he was satisfied he placed a kiss on the bite and leaned up to open the window. The two layed there for sometime just looking out at the stars before he began to whistle. When the arrow began flying through the air he saw her sleep filled eyes following the arrow around the room. She smiled softly before giving a yawn, “Get some sleep princess.” he purred to her, placing a kiss to her temple.
In which Yuuri discovers something life-changing about his idol and fiance
Yuuri stood in the bathroom of Victor’s apartment—it still felt far too early to be comfortable dubbing it their apartment—having a small existential crisis. Whatever he had been looking for or wanting to put away in the sink cabinet was utterly forgotten. His childhood hero, his first love, his eternal idol… a deception from the very beginning.
The characters on the bottle were majorly Cyrillic, but there was really no mistaking to design and thus its purpose.
“Yuuri, what are you—” Just as Yuuri had lost his train of thought, Victor lost his words the moment he saw what his fiancé was holding.
“Is that why you cut it?” Yuuri asked, looking up from the bottle to Victor. “The ends were so dead from years of bleach?”
“It’s just a toner,” Victor defended, sounding unsure of himself.
“Really?” Yuuri flipped the bottle over, studying the script printed across the label. “Because it looks like dye.”
As delicately as he could, Victor took the bottle from Yuuri’s hands and replaced it in the sink cabinet. “You don’t really think that I—”
“Color your hair?” Yuuri finished for him, eyes traveling suspiciously along Victor’s hairline. He made to touch the strands, then pulled his hand back at the last moment as if dejected. “I can’t believe this…” he muttered, brushing past Victor on his way to their living room. “My whole life, a lie. My fiancé, a liar. How can I achieve gold when even the silver in my life is unattainable?”
Yuuri flopped with resignation onto the couch, Makkachin hopping on top of him for company.
Two sets of brown eyes judged Victor, who collapsed on the floor in front of Yuuri, grasping for his hands. “Yuuri, my darling, my angel, I swear I’m not lying. Come on, how could you think that? I’ll throw it away right now.” He paused, thinking, “You can shower with me every day for a month to see that it’s true.”
Victor’s blue eyes shimmered with his pleading, but Yuuri’s thoughts traveled to Victor’s grueling quad practice the previous day, leaving him completely unsympathetic. Instead, he turned his face away as dramatically as Victor taught him and sighed. “I don’t think we should shower together anymore, Victor. This is world-altering. I need time.”
Pout pushing out his lower lip, Victor sat back. Yuuri refused to turn back toward him.
Pursing his mouth, Victor reached up, sweeping away his own bangs before tentatively running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll prove it to you,” he said, eyes trained on Yuuri, determination sprinting across his face. “I’ll shave it off.”
Victor expected Yuuri to break. Expected to receive that panicked little squeak which he adored, as Yuuri kicked Makkachin off the couch in his hurry to sit up and grasp onto Victor, expected to hear him command Victor not to touch his beautiful hair, expected the confession that Yuuri had only been knowingly joking.
Yuuri turned to face Victor again, face blank as he stated, “Okay then.”
A blink. A moment. Then another. Yuuri’s brown eyes did not break from his, challenging and unyielding.
Taking a deep breath while trying not to show it too much, Victor swallowed and pushed himself up off the floor, standing over Yuuri.
His hands fisted against his side, but he would not be the one to break. “Okay then.”
Yuuri watched Victor start to move, a very small sense of dread building in the pit of his stomach. “What are you doing?”
“Proving it to you.”
Victor vanished down the hall, towards the bathroom. For a moment, Yuuri did not move. He knew Victor wasn’t going to shave his hair off. He knew that… right?
Yuuri dislodged Makkachin and followed Victor down the hall, into the bathroom, to see Victor on his knees searching through the lower cabinet.
“Just looking for the clippers,” Victor said airily and Yuuri crossed his arms. No way Victor was actually going to go through with his threat… Then again, Victor had cut his trademark hair the night before an ISU competition, without telling anyone, all for the sake of a surprise.
Victor hummed the tune to Stammi Vicino as he searched, taking his time. Yuuri saw him fumble with the clippers a little once they had been located, fidgeting with the settings. “You’re gonna do it…” The exhale was an attempt at steady, betrayed by a hitch.
“I said I’ll prove it to you, love. If you don’t believe me.” Victor rose and turned, clippers in hand.
Yuuri’s eyes met him. And did not back down. “Do it then.”
Victor thumbed at the switch, turning the device on. The bathroom filled with the buzzing, vibrating off the tile, waiting for either of them to break.
When Yuuri still said nothing, Victor lifted up the clippers with a flourish. Checked the settings. Looked back up at Yuuri. Still nothing. He turned to face the mirror, running a hand through his hair, and raised the clippers.
Yuuri’s heart began to panic inside his chest. He could see Victor’s blue eyes challenging him in the reflection of the mirror, could see himself leaning against the door of the bathroom in the corner. Then Victor raised the clippers to the edge of his hair, just by his ear.
The buzzing grew deafening and the clippers met the ends of Victor’s undercut—
“Alright! Stop, stop!”
Except that Victor didn’t. Despite the protest, he ran the comb of the clippers through his hair in a long swooping motion, drawing out a terrified shriek from Yuuri.
The very next second, Yuuri tore the clippers out of his hands, leaping to see the damage and—nothing.
Victor burst into laughter, all the more when Yuuri’s comically wide-eyes continued to search his untouched hairline.
“I took the blade out,” Victor said and held up the clippers for Yuuri to see. No blade. Victor’s hair remained intact.
Yuuri very slowly reached his hands up, running his fingers through Victor’s hair. Victor preened, just a little, leaning into Yuuri’s touch.
“You…” Yuuri started, voice soft and eyes slowly narrowing. He looked up at Victor through his lashes and Victor’s heart picked up. He knew that look, anticipation bubbling up inside him.
“You tricked me,” Yuuri whispered, leaning up and brushing his lips against Victor’s cheek. Victor’s fringe caught between them, tickling.
“Only a little,” Victor replied, waiting for Yuuri to kiss him properly.
Yuuri pulled back, looked at Victor’s mouth with dark eyes, and his grip tightened in his Victor’s hair. Then, Yuuri tugged. Harder than usual. Victor’s head tilted back, Yuuri’s lips just hovering.
“Coward,” Yuuri said, before releasing Victor entirely and walked out of the bathroom, hips swaying as he did so.
“Yuuri— wait, what?” Victor stammered, abandoned in the bathroom. Quickly turning off the clippers, he bounced after Yuuri and back down the hall towards the living area. Yuuri was in the kitchen, making tea with the coolest expression Victor had ever seen on him.
“And I thought you loved me,” Yuuri sighed heavily, in a manner most unlike him. “Should’ve known Victor Nikiforov would’ve loved his hair more than his dime a dozen fiancé.”
“Yuuri!” Victor whined, walking straight through the kitchen to wrap his arms around Yuuri’s waist, resting his head on Yuuri’s shoulder. “Don’t be like that, it was a joke!”
“Hmm,” Yuuri hummed, ignoring Victor. Victor tightened his grip, kissing Yuuri’s neck.
“Yuuri!” The whimper sounded excessive even to Victor’s own ears, but he could not bring himself to care.
Then Yuuri started to shake in Victor’s arms. Panic flashes through Victor at the thought that Yuuri might be crying. He twisted so he could cup Yuuri’s face in his hands and rain down apologies, and then realized that Yuuri was laughing.
“…You’re teasing me.”
“Only a little,” Yuuri imitated, relishing Victor’s broken expression before leaning back, turning a bit to kiss at Victor’s cheek. “You teased me first.”
“Does this mean you believe me?” Victor asked, more than relieved. The joke had been a little cruel. But that expression on Yuuri’s face had been so worth it.
“Technically you still haven’t proven anything,” Yuuri reminded him, even as he touched another kiss to Victor’s cheek.
A hum came from Victor and he tapped at his lips with a finger in consideration. “I’ve got some baby pictures,” he offered and even in their current position of back to chest, he could see the glint in Yuuri’s eyes. The one he’s dubbed Yuuri’s fanboy sparkle.
He was proven to be right when Yuuri’s voice trembled a bit at the start of his response. “O-oh? Well, if they’re not in black and white.”
“Keep talking and I won’t show you all of them,” Victor responded, kissing Yuuri’s hair before bouncing off to find an old photo album probably crammed somewhere dusty.
“All the more proof that you really don’t love me.”
Pairing: John Winchester x Reader Word count: 1,862 Warnings: Cussing. Request: ( Anonymous ) Hey, i was wondering if you could do a John one where reader & John are in relationship but reader believes John only is with her cuz of love Dean & Sam have for her & he doesnt love her at all especially since he has never said it to her. John & her get into fight & he pretty much tells her in heat of moment that only with her because of Dean & Sam & doesnt love her. But really trying to protect her & is scared. Reader leaves when John is gone & he goes after her.