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chiharuhashibira · 1 year ago

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Here we go with our Part 5 finally ^^

I am thinking if I'll make a Part 6 of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 or no, but it depends on y'all loves and my magic plot bunnies.💓 In this chappy, I want to resolve one of Y/N's concern, sooooo this might all be about that, but I promise it'll be sweeter.

Taglist: @unofficialmuilover @sofilsworld @skeleton-the-gangser @ahashiraswife

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚅

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive

"Here's your coffee..."

It has been a few days since you reconciled with Sanemi. It has also been a few days since you agreed to go out with him. Yes, this hot math teacher is now your boyfriend, and you adore him so much.

But despite this, both of you decided to hide it from the school for now. It's not that you're not proud of it. You just don't want the thought of other people invading your privacy. You are the total opposite of Mitsuri and Obanai, as the couple made it clear that they're together. Mostly, it's because Sanemi's friend is just too easy to get jealous of.

Oh well, Sanemi can easily be jealous, but both of you decided to keep it lowkey.

And yet, there are times that Sanemi can't keep his hands to himself. He would sneak kisses on your cheek when you were alone in the faculty room. He would even slip his hands under the table and entwine them with yours when he was sitting with you at lunch. Even if he acts harshly, he'll make sure to send you sweet text messages, which you never thought he'd do. He's too fluffy inside that facade.

Sanemi and you still haven't kissed on the lips. Surprisingly, the man easily gets flustered. Perhaps soon you will feel his lips, but perhaps it will happen if you initiate it.

You'll never know that Giyu is getting the hang of these. With the sudden closeness between you and Sanemi, your best friend knows that something is happening behind the curtains. But knowing your best friend, he's not the type of guy who'll intervene or ask too much, so he just lets you. And yes, Giyu is prepared to punch the hell out of Sanemi if he breaks your heart, despite the fact that he will not admit it. And the man will make sure that his scars double because of it.

You had this little mission in you to make your best friend and your boyfriend on good terms, but it seems like it isn't working. Giyu doesn't fight with Sanemi, but yes, the latter makes sure that the former hates him to the guts. There are times where Giyu will even ask you why Sanemi hates him so much, and even if you know the reason, you don't want to tell him, as your boyfriend might get madder at him.

"Thanks babe." You said this as Sanemi placed the coffee on your table. You were reading a history book while listening to your favourite song. Your boyfriend had decided that he would visit you for the first time, and that made you happy, so you let him. You want his company as much as you want to just cuddle with him, inhaling his minty scent.

Sanemi plopped down in the space beside you and draped his hands across your shoulders. "What are you reading, baby girl? I'm here already, yet you seem to still be busy."

Baby girl.You felt a tingle in your stomach as you heard this come out of Sanemi's mouth. You turned to look at him and placed your book on your lap. "Ooh, so the baby boy wants my attention?" You teased, pinching his cheeks, which made him roll his eyes.

"Stop calling me baby boy, babe. I can definitely put a baby inside of you now if I want to."

"What the heck!"

His words made you blush madly, so then you kicked him with your feet, which made him fall down the couch, laughing like crazy. Again, he is teasing you, which is somewhat amusing, but you are a little taken aback by his words.

"Idiot! I'm just kidding!" He said, massaging his butt as he stood up, still laughing from your reaction.

You were about to throw a pillow at him when, suddenly, your doorbell rang. Who might it be? As far as you know, it is Saturday, and no one has ever visited you before.

Unless it's... "Fuck it's Giyu." You muttered under your breath, which immediately made Sanemi look at you with a sudden annoyance plastered on his face. "The fuck? That asshole visits you?" He groaned and gave you an angry look that caused you to roll your eyes.

"Obviously, he is my best friend."

"Who cares? Just open the door!"

You sighed and walked towards the door. Yes. You know that Sanemi's jealous; that's why he started to throw a fit. Sanemi's somehow childish sometimes, and one of those moments is this one.

Ignoring your fuming boyfriend, you opened the door, and there Giyu stood, handing you a cake. "I bought this from Kamado-kun's bakery. It's your favourite." He says and that made you smile. "Thanks Tomioka-san. Why don't you come in?"

"WHAT IN THE HELL, Y/N?" Sanemi yelled from the living room when he heard you invite Giyu in.

The poor man blinked in surprise. His suspicion was confirmed. He had seen Sanemi's car parked near your house but decided to ignore it. But now it's all clear. "That's Shinazugawa-san's voice, right?" He asked you with his brotherly mode activated. "Uhhh... Tomioka-san—"

"Why are you here, Shinazugawa-san?"

Giyu entered the house, crossing his hands at Sanemi, who was sitting on your couch with a crossed leg.

"Why do you care? Tsk!" Sanemi blurted out, standing and crossing his arms at him as well.

"Uh guys..." You tried to intervene, but the two seemed to be in an intense staring contest. You can't deny that Sanemi looked so hot while glaring at Giyu, but of course, you pushed your thirsty thoughts away and went between them, raising your hands on their faces, which definitely shocked them.

"Hey idiots! Listen, okay? Please? Or I'll both kick you out of my house."

"What's happening then?" The two men asked in unison, and that made you sigh for the nth time.

You turned to look at Giyu, taking Sanemi's hand and holding it tight.

"Tomioka-san, Shinazugawa-san's my boyfriend."

"What? You hate me for that?"

Thirty minutes had passed, and the tension had faded. Thankfully. You never expected that in those thirty minutes, you could change the way your boyfriend looks at your best friend.

After you told Giyu that Sanemi was already your boyfriend, all his thoughts were confirmed. Even if he wanted to protect you that much, he also wants you to be happy, and Sanemi makes you happy right now, so he respects that.

Giyu went in front of Sanemi and bowed his head. "Please take care of my little sister. I know that she'll be in good hands when she's with you." He said that, claiming you as his little sister, which made you blush a bit. Sanemi blinked in confusion, telling Giyu to stop bowing to him. The ravenette man's remarks made your boyfriend blush as well.

And there, Giyu smiled at Sanemi for the first time. His kindest smile made all the coldness in Sanemi's heart melt. "Dude, stop grinning; that's spooky!" Your boyfriend said that, which made Giyu and you chuckle.

"Sanemi's just flustered at your cute smile, Tomioka-san."

"He surely is."

The teasing eventually became a conversation that finally led both men into this moment. Sanemi and you sat across from Giyu, with him slicing the cake for the three of you.

"Just to settle this, Tomioka, why on earth do you think you are different from us? I believe you're not fucking better than me."

Sanemi suddenly blurted out, seemingly curious about the reason behind the man's detachment. Giyu looked up at the man and blinked in confusion. "I never thought of that, Shinazugawa-san."

Sanemi gritted his teeth and slammed the table with his hands, which surprised you and Tomioka. "Why? Because you think I'm no good? The fuck, I'm gonna—"

"What? You hate me for that? You thought that I thought I was superior to you?"

Giyu sighed and crossed his arms. You patted Sanemi's back, trying to calm him down. Sanemi leaned back, crossing his legs again. No words came from his lips, and that gave you the chance to look at him. Even though he gets upset easily by things, he is still so adorable.

"I never thought of that. I even think all of you are a hundred times better than me; that's why I tend to say I don't belong there."

"Oh." Sanemi's tensed shoulder relaxed with his breathing. He looked at you, and you just gave him a smile, urging him to listen to Tomioka.

"Even back in high school. I saw how hardworking you are, so I always thought that you deserved to be noticed more. I wanted to be friends with you; I tried, but you hated me that much, so I just dealt with it."

You looked up at Sanemi and held his hand again. "That's why I always wondered why you all avoided Giyu so much. He's a great person. He acted as my brother when I lost my family in a car accident. He and Tsutako-sama took me in, and that's why I'm still in. But yeah, Giyu's not just a great talker, and I've been dealing with that all my life."

That's the first time that Sanemi heard about your family, and sadly, you've already lost them. Your lover looked at you with sadness in his eyes. Sanemi squeezed your hand and pulled you near him, giving you a warm side hug.

He wanted to know more about you, but one step at a time.

"Tomioka, look. I'm sorry, man. I misunderstood you." Sanemi let go of you, stood up, and bowed to your best friend. Tomioka blinked in shock once again but didn't do anything, as he doesn't know how to handle Sanemi at all.

"Shinazugawa-san, let's be friends."

You smiled at Giyu as he made your boyfriend blush, but the math teacher just hummed in agreement as he looked away, hiding his reddened face.

That day ended quickly, with Giyu leaving the both of you early and apologising for barging in and interrupting you. And yes, Sanemi was nicer to him. He'll still throw some curses and insults, but not like before.

And you watched them like a proud mother as Sanemi sent Giyu out the door, shaking his hand for the first time.

Sanemi went beside you after that, and both of you just decided to watch a movie together.

But yes, the night came, and you woke up on Sanemi's shoulder. He was staring at you, which made you blush hard.

"Baby, what's the matter?" You said, rubbing your eyes as you tried to compose yourself from the adorable sight in front of you.

"I love you." Sanemi muttered, and in a blink of an eye,you felt a warm but soft sensation on your lips. Realising that Sanemi had kissed you, your heart started to beat faster than before, and you felt like the heat on your body was quickly rising up.

Letting your emotions go, you wrapped your hands around Sanemi's neck, deepening the kiss that made the man chuckle as he slowly ran his tongue on your lips, asking for entrance.

Fuck, he's a great kisser.

You parted your lips a bit, and Sanemi took that as the chance to explore your mouth, your tongues fighting for dominance as his hands slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you over his lap.

Drunk with passion, Sanemi pulled out for a breath, ironically taking your breath away with how flushed his look is. The man slowly came near you and whispered in your ear.

"How about I really put something inside you now? I think you'll love it, baby girl."

Shivers crawled across your skin as you heard those coming from his lips with his super-sexy voice. Sanemi placed his hands on your face, looking at you with eyes glistening with a mixture of passion and lust.

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"What do you think, Y/N, baby?"

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…

𝒀𝒐𝒖! 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌? 𝒀𝒆𝒔? 𝒀𝒆𝒔? 𝑯𝑨𝑯𝑨!

Oh my gosh~ I want it so much >.< Sanemi, so naughty!

Anyways, thank you for reading this chapter~ And good news, more chappies will come hahaha! My plot bunnies are awake soooo hihi ^^

Hope you'll also check my other stories! Send a request if you want me to tailor one, specifically for you fufufu~

Also, for easier navi, Imma put this here as well:

Thank you so much and see yah on the next part! Love yah!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

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charlottesbookclub · 8 months ago

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which plants each of the greens would get from the plant shop where i work 🪴🌱🌿🍃

y'all i am so sorry for my sporadic activity on this blog and also for the chaotic jumble of fandoms i keep posting about with no warning 😭

so i was kinda into hotd last season, and with the new trailers coming out i was thinking about it again and this idea came to me like a revelation from on high so i decided to curse you all with these headcanons as well

for context, i work at a houseplant shop and was watering my own plants today when i was seized by the vision of which plant(s) each of the greens would get from the shop

i guess this is kind of modern au but not really?? like i guess i sort of envisioned it as the characters walking out of the world/canon of the show and into the plant store and so that's the characterization i went with idk

anyway sorry this is so chaotic – here are the headcanons:

alicent – def something pretty basic but classic like a pothos or a philodendron. a marble queen pothos would be especially appropriate, so honestly that's what i would probably recommend if she asked. is able to keep it alive just fine but i'm just not sure i would recommend anything too much more demanding – i just feel like losing a plant would be too demoralizing for her. also i feel like she would be one of those people who would come in and be like "i need a plant that filters air bc i need clean air in my living space" and i'd have to put on my best customer service voice/smile and be like "well actually ma'am that's all of them – that's kind of like one of their main things" lmaoooo

criston – i truly do not believe that this man could keep a plant alive; i'm just not convinced of it. i think he'd get a funky spiky little succulent or cactus and it would be dead within a week and he'd come back in and i'd recommend a snake plant (very hard to kill) and then he'd kill that too 💀 but also i think he'd be sooooooooo in denial about it and always come up with a bunch of other things that must've happened to it

aegon – also cannot keep a plant alive but is painfully self-aware about this fact. would def be one of those people who comes in, walks right up to the counter and instantly says "i need a plant i can't kill." so i'd point him to the snakes and zz's and he'd get either a nice black coral or golden hahnii snake plant. the funniest thing about this is that i'm convinced that aegon's snake plant would actually survive and criston would be sooooo pissed about it. like he wouldn't water it for weeks, and then when he finally remembered to, he accidentally (drunkenly) watered it with wine and it still lived and criston was fucking livid about it

aemond – would for sure have more success keeping plants alive than aegon or criston. i feel like he'd try to start with something cool but tricky, like a complicated carnivorous plant, and after excruciating months of going back and forth with it, it kinda just gives up because he tries to do everything precisely by the book rather than reading the signs of the actual living plant in front of him. he admits defeat only personally – he tells everyone else that he gave to plant to helaena. he comes back for something a little easier and goes for a nice dracaena marginata (yes, he did buy it mostly because the name sounds like "dragon" and also because it was spiky and cool). he's definitely able to keep that one alive and it lives in the corner of his chambers and he's secretly very proud of his success with it. also he does not even let criston or aegon so much as look at it lmao

helaena – my girl could buy anything in the whole store and keep it alive 😌😌 she for sure likes the "weirder" plants and has a whole bog garden situation of carnivorous plants aemond is insanely jealous of this but never admits it out loud. she's very drawn to strange-looking cacti and succulents, and also fun little novelty plants like goldfish plants, string of turtles/bananas/hearts/pearls, starfish snake plants, etc. also, whenever she comes in she always buys all of the scraggly discount plants because she feels bad for them and nurses them all back to health. she has not lost a single plant yet regardless of the state it was in when she got it, and she doesn't intend to start any time soon 😌

#please excuse the absolute chaos of whatever these are 😅#charlotte rambles #house of the dragon #hotd #house of the dragon headcanon #hotd headcanon #alicent hightower #alicent hightower headcanon #criston cole #criston cole headcanon #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen headcanon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen headcanon #helaena targaryen #helaena targaryen headcanon

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gemstone-roses · 2 years ago

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Hi!!! How you doing?

It's me again. Ik it's been like years.

Thank you so much for the last fic it really brightened my month tbh. I saw someone mentioned taking legal action but sadly in the country where I live mental illness isn't taken seriously. So yeah but I got a new job so it's cool.

Anyway lol.

Could I get Hannibal/Will x gn/male fic?

Reader has an expensive car that they always brag about(not in a mean way) and say they love the car more than the world. Then Will/Hannibal borrowed the car and got into an accident nothing too major. So they call reader expecting them to freak out but the reader shows up and hugs them. Reader tells them that they don't give a fuck about the car they're just glad their darling is safe. Maybe the first-time reader admits they love them? Or some mutual tears?

I suspect Will would freak out because he couldn't pay for the car and Hannibal would just be chill lol.

Love ya and hope you have an amazing week!

Ps. Sorry for the long message I've overthought this into oblivion.

~🦊

Hi! Glad to hear you got a new job! Sorry that happened to you. Also sorry it took me so long I kinda lost my muse a bit and yeah.... anyway, here you go, and thankyou for requesting, it keeps me going! I know very little about cars and driving so keep that in mind🥺

warnings: minor car accident, swearing, 18+ thanku!

Hannibal wasn't one to be jealous, not at all, but he did pause every morning and admire your car in the parking area. A small smile dancing across his face. He'd heard you talking about your car, your pride and joy, you said, not showing off, just genuinely happy and well, proud of the brilliant car you owned.

You and hannibal were close, you harbored feelings for the man. So when he asked if he could borrow your car for an afternoon of course you said yes.

What you weren't expecting was a phone call a few hours later from hannibal, slightly out of breath but still his calm self.

"Y/N, don't worry I'm fine but I'm afraid there's been a slight accident, and your car its-

You hang up the phone before he can finish, hannibal frowns on the other end.

Will gives you a ride, getting out the car you run straight to hannibal.

Wrapping your arms around him he's taken aback slightly, but he returns your hug.

"Oh thank god your okay!" You breathe.

"But, your car?" Hannibal questions lightly. He knew you loved that car more than anything... or so he thought..

"I don't care about the car! Fuck, the thought of you being hurt and-

"Y/N, I'm fine it's just a scratch honestly!" Hanbibal soothes, his hands on your shoulders.

"I, I couldn't bare the thought of something happening to you I-

You look at him hoping he's somehow developed mind reading capabilities and you don't have to say it.

"I loveyou" you say fast, hannibal pulls you back into his arms.

"I am so glad to hear you say that y/n because I've been wanting to say this for a while... I love you"

And despite your car being a total write off, and hannibal mildly injured, you were the happiest you've ever been.

#hannibal lecter fanfiction #hannibal x reader #hannibal x gn reader #hannibal fanfiction #🦊 anon #hannibal nbc fanfiction #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x you #hannibal x you #hannibal imagine #hannibal lecter imagine

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training4theapocalypse · 2 years ago

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Finders Keepers Ch 5. (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!! Kissing, Dry humping, Sucking on my titties like you wanted me calling me all the time like Blondie check out my Chrissy behind it's fine all of the time.

Summary: It's the night of Slughorn's party and you're ready to make McLaggen jealous.

A/N: I said I wasn't gonna post til Sunday but I am too impulsive!!! Here is some recommended listening: Escapism by RAYE and Daylight by David Kushner (thank you anon for the latter recommendation). P.S. You can tell I'm not actually a Ravenclaw because my door riddle was SHIT lmao.

Masterlist

Tag list: @countlambula

Chapter 5: Firewhisky

Two weeks later, you sit on the same spot on the edge of Marietta’s bed, this time lacing up your strappy stilettos. You point your wand at your feet. ‘Molliare’ you think, silently casting a cushioning charm so you can walk with ease in your heels.

Cho and Marietta join you as you walk over to the mirror, they stand behind you like proud parents.

“Stunning,” says Cho looking at you in the mirror.

“Yes, well, enough about the dress,” says Marietta, admiring her alterations. “Zacharias is going to feel like he’s won the Daily Prophet Grand Prize Draw when he sees you.”

Ugh, you almost forgot about Smith.

You admire yourself in the mirror and you have to admit- this is probably the best you’ve ever looked. Thanks to Marietta, your form-fitting cobalt blue dress seems to glow ethereally in the candlelight. She’s given you a high leg split and its generously low-cut bodice accentuates every curve of your body.

“Okay, toss your head forward and mess up your hair a wee bit,” says Cho. You flip your head down and back up and push your tousled hair behind your ear. “Perfect - it looks like you’ve just finished a very steamy snogging session.”

“Fuck, I’m nervous.” You reach out and hold both of their hands. “I wish you were coming.”

“Okay, Captain,” says Cho, imitating your most authoritative dressing-room voice. “What’s the game plan? Let’s go over positions.” Strangely, it helps your nerves.

“Meet Smith downstairs and arrive late. Don’t even look at McLaggen. Impress Gwenog. Still don’t look at McLaggen. Have a few drinks and hit the buffet-”

“Have one drink. No bread or you’ll burst out of that dress,” warns Marietta.

“One drink to stay reasonably sober,” you repeat, ignoring the last part. “Wait for McLaggen to approach me. Brush him off casually. Leave conspicuously and in an extra giggly fashion with Zacharias Smith then report back to you two in the common room.”

“Well remembered.”

“Shouldn’t I just snog Smith in front of him?”

“No!” says Marietta.

“It’ll be way worse in his head if he doesn’t see you. Leave it to his imagination,” nods Cho knowledgeably.

God, dealing with boys was such hard work. You look at your two friends sincerely- they’re extremely skilled in this particular art of war.

“Thank you- both of you. This was insanely hard work, I mean, this dress, Marietta…” You check yourself out in the mirror again. “It’s beautiful, really. I’m sorry if I’ve ever been sort of disparaging towards this stuff before. As if it’s any less worthwhile than Quidditch or school. It’s just… I’m not used to being bad at things.”

They understand. You don’t need to say any more as the three of you embrace in the middle of the dorm room.

“Right,” says Cho, wiping her eyes. “You’d better go before Zacharias thinks you’ve stood him up.”

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Slughorn’s office looks like a beautifully decadent circus tent. The walls are draped with emerald, crimson and gold hangings, contrasting with the striking blue of your dress.

You walk in, arm-in-arm with Smith who looks incredibly pleased with himself. When you met him earlier on the marble staircase he actually did a double take before saying your name questioningly, as if he didn’t believe it was you.

“Fuck off, Smith, I don’t look that different.”

“Ladylike as ever, I suppose,” he scoffed and you rolled your eyes.

But now as you walk in, you keep your head high and smile at other students you recognise, as if you’re delighted to be here with Smith. Murmurs ripple through the crowd, as the two of you pass through- you hope it’s your dress that’s causing a commotion but you resign yourself to the fact that your classmates are probably just surprised to see you here with a boy.

Tactics, remember tactics.

“Let’s get a drink,” you whisper, marching him towards a tower of champagne flutes. You grab one and drain it quickly, using the opportunity to discreetly scan the room for McLaggen.

He’s across the room, determinedly talking to Hermione. You have a satisfied feeling that he’s trying not to look at you.

You dump your empty glass, grab another for courage, and link Smith’s arm again, steering him to try and find Slughorn but you don’t need to go far before you hear a booming voice calling your name.

“Professor Slughorn! Thank you for inviting me,” you respond graciously, pretending you aren’t starstruck by his companion, Gwenog Jones. “This is Zacharias, he’s captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team.”

“Oh! I thought- ” says Slughorn looking from you to Smith and then off into the room behind you. “Ah, never mind. I’m an old man, who knows less and less about young love these days.” Slughorn chuckles and Smith gives you a questioning look which you ignore. “Anyway, allow me to introduce Miss Gwenog Jones, Captain of the Holyhead Harpies. Gwenog, this is the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, I mentioned earlier.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you say, shoving your drink into Smith’s hand and clasping hers when she reaches out to give you a handshake. “I’m a huge fan.”

“Old Sluggy’s been telling me all about you,” she says.

“All good things, I hope?” You ask playfully of Slughorn who guffaws.

“Of course, of course!”

“I don’t suppose he mentioned our recent landslide victory against Slytherin?” You give her a winning smile, desperate to make a positive impression.

“He did… But I’m more interested in what he told me about your training.”

“My- my training?” you stumble - slightly surprised that Professor Slughorn knows anything about your training.

“I’ve told Miss Jones here all about you spending every evening on the pitch. I can see it from that window, you know.” He gestures to the window in the corner, obscured by the curtains. “You and McLaggen, practising for hours and hours and right in the middle of your N.E.W.Ts too… Oh, look, there he is!” Slughorn looks over your shoulder again and calls his name. “Not that you’d be interested in McLaggen for your all-female team, Gwen,” he chuckles. Slughorn spills a little champagne when he spots Harry Potter and practically runs over to join him, abandoning your group.

You bristle as McLaggen replaces Slughorn’s vacant space beside you. He shakes hands with Gwenog who, you remind yourself, he’s acquainted with already.

“As I was saying, Slughorn told me all about your win against Slytherin and while it piqued my interest, it was your work ethic that really got my attention. And he says you’re a keeper too?”

“A world-class one,” says McLaggen. “I’m surprised she hasn’t been snapped up by a professional team already.”

You blink at him in surprise. It’s very considerate of him to compliment you like that in front of Gwenog, even though you’re not speaking.

“And it’s you two who’ve been practising together every night?” she asks, noticing the look you give to McLaggen. “I mean, you’ve actually been training? Slughorn hasn’t been seeing you head off to the Quidditch pitch so you can snog privately or anything, has he?” She lets out a laugh like a bark.

“No! God, no,” you say quickly, and go to squeeze Smith’s arm but he’s already disappeared without you even noticing.

“Absolutely not,” confirms McLaggen.

“Good,” she smiles. “Well, you’re not the usual build for a keeper, I must say. They usually look more like him - ha!” She nods at McLaggen. “But if you’re as good as he and Slughorn say you are, it sounds like I’d be stupid not to let you try out during the transfer window this summer.”

“That… that would be incredible. Thank you.”

She bids you and McLaggen farewell and goes to mingle with the other guests. If you hadn’t fallen out with McLaggen, you’d grab him and jump up and down screaming for joy. Instead, you stand awkwardly, trying not to look at him.

Game plan, a small voice in your head reminds you but the champagne has loosened your sharp tongue.

“Well, you better not keep your girlfriend waiting,” you say, looking for Smith.

“Who told you that Hermione’s my girlfriend?”

“Hermione told Lavender who told Parvati who told Padma who told Cho who told me,” you rhyme off, trying to sound casual.

“I thought you didn’t like gossip.”

You shrug. “I just hear things.”

“Look, I know you don’t like her after what she did to Marietta-”

“Oh, is that what she said?”

“No, it’s what I know. I was in the D.A. with them too. You’re not the only one who hears things.”

Finally bringing yourself to look at him properly, you’re extremely annoyed to see that he looks incredibly handsome in his black shirt and dress robes.

“So, have you snogged her?” You blurt before you can stop yourself.

“What?!”

“Have you snogged her?” you repeat slowly and clearly, knowing full well he heard you the first time.

“I’ll go and snog her right now if you’re so concerned.”

“Go ahead. It should be easy, right? If she’s your girlfriend and not just here to make Ron Weasley jealous. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find my date.”

He watches dumbfounded as you walk across the room to grab Smith aggressively and lead him by the hand out of the room. When you reach the corridor, you turn around and see that Smith looks like he can’t believe his luck.

“Oh,” you say, trying to think of a lie when you realise you really, definitely don’t want to snog him. “Sorry- I just wanted a bit of air. It’s so hot in there and my armpits are like, really sweaty.” You make up wildly.

Smith pulls a disgusted face and turns to go back in. “Wait!” you grab his arm and spin him back around. “Let me fix your hair.” You run your hand through it, messing it up slightly. “There, much better.”

He stares at you, stunned. “You are so weird.” He returns to the party and you groan, leaning against the indented archway in the wall and knocking your head back against it a few times in frustration. When you hear the click of high-heeled footsteps coming towards you, you flatten yourself inside the little cove so you’re not spotted alone.

Hermione Granger whips past you without so much as a backwards look. You watch her as she walks as fast as she can in the direction of Gryffindor Tower. She’s ditched McLaggen, you realise. You thought you’d feel ready to gloat but instead you just feel… empty. Until recently he was your friend after all.

Returning to the party, you’re not sure what to do with yourself. The game plan has gone out the window.

You want to do everything you can to avoid Zacharias Smith, and you really don’t want to be paraded in front of a vampire by Slughorn like Potter is right now. The only person you actually want to talk to is Cormac McLaggen but lately, all you’ve been able to do is argue, that is when you’re not sitting in sullen silence during Potions.

You decide you’d better mix with some other students. You spend some time chatting with Dean Thomas and Ginny Weasley who you recognise from the Gryffindor Quidditch team. They congratulate you on your win against Slytherin, and you return the compliment but only out of obligation as both victories make your teams the closest rivals on the table, competing for the top spot. You excuse yourself and cross the room to get another drink but Professor Snape halts you in your tracks.

“Detention,” he says simply.

“Sir, I-”

“The first Saturday after the holidays. And I expect you to be more suitably dressed for the occasion.”

You open your mouth to argue but think better of it. Any argument with Snape is likely to extend your detention to a week or even a month. More murmuring cascades around the room as he gestures to the door. It’s probably for the best, you think, that you leave before you drink any more. You got what you came for - an invite to the Holyhead Harpies tryouts. But you wish you’d just…

What do you wish?

That you’d made McLaggen jealous in the process? Or even just made up with him? Gone back to being friends. But could you ever swallow your pride and settle for being just friends? Surely that had to be better than whatever this feeling was right now.

Out of the hot room, the cool air hits you dizzyingly as you walk quickly along the corridor to the entrance hall. You see McLaggen ahead of you, near the front doors, in almost the exact same spot where you had your argument two weeks ago.

Maybe being friends would be enough.

When he hears your footsteps he turns and groans “Oh, no. Not you.”

You catch up with him. “Always so disappointed to see me, McLaggen.”

“I’ve been chucked out. Snape gave me detention.”

“Me too,” you shrug. It’s not much of an olive branch but your instinct is to try and make him feel better. Misery loves company after all.

“You have?” He brightens up considerably.

“He thought I wasn’t ‘suitably dressed’,” you say and his eyes follow your hands as you smooth the front of your satin dress. “What did you get chucked out for?”

“He caught me hiding behind the bar trying to drown my sorrows.” He pulls an entire bottle of Firewhisky from his cloak.

“Your sorrows?”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”

“And he didn’t confiscate the bottle?”

“I pretended that I was about to vomit on his shoes and he just threw me out without noticing I still had it.”

Without warning you both burst out laughing. Your stomach hurts from laughing at the idea of Snape dragging McLaggen out at arm’s length, trying to avoid being vomited on.

“Well, no wonder he was in such a foul mood when he saw me. I mean detention, for wearing a dress?”

“Personally, I agree with Snape,” His gaze lingers on you again. “It’s very distracting.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Just don’t ask me what colour it is. I haven’t noticed.”

You hit his arm. This is nice - the playful banter, both of you not sulking for the first time in weeks. It feels almost… normal. Until, with a small jolt, you remember it’s not.

“Don’t be a pig, McLaggen. You have a girlfriend.”

“She isn’t my girlfriend,” he says, leaning his head back against the wall. “We can’t stand each other.”

And there it is. The news you’d been secretly hoping for all night. The pit in your stomach feels much lighter.

“Where’s Smith anyway? He was looking pretty dishevelled when he came back from the corridor.”

You feel a pang of guilt. He’d noticed. And it doesn’t make you feel victorious in the way you’d thought it would. “I honestly couldn’t give a shit where he is.” He says nothing. You wonder if he’s been hoping for similar news too.

“Do you want some?” He asks eventually, shaking the bottle of Firewhisky and breaking the prolonged silence. You go to accept it but he says. “Not here - Snape and Filch will be prowling the corridors in a minute.”

“Quidditch stands?”

He nods and you exit the castle, walking side-by-side in the dark, down the path towards the pitch. It’s a frosty night and you feel your teeth chatter.

“Wait a sec.” He removes his heavy cloak and wraps it around your shoulders. It smells good. Like him. “Better?” You nod and take the bottle from him, so you can have a nip of Firewhisky. It burns your chest, spreading heat through your body.

The path ends when you get to the pitch and you feel your high heels sink into the grass. “Shit,” you hiss, freeing one of your stilettos.

“Right, up you get.” He stands in front of you and stoops slightly, so he can give you a piggyback.

“You must be drunk if you think I’m letting you carry me.”

“Don’t argue for once in your life. Hurry up.”

You give him the bottle back before jumping up so he can carry you across the grass and underneath the stands. The familiar smell of amber and jasmine, this time mixed with Firewhisky and mud from the Quidditch pitch, reaches your nostrils. You resist the strong urge you have to lean into the crook of his neck and inhale.

He lets you off when you get to the wooden stairs. “Ladies first.”

“Remembered I’m not a bloke, have you?” you ask, walking up the stairs. Cho was right- he does always let you walk in front of him.

“If I thought you were a bloke, I wouldn’t constantly be staring at your arse.” He gives you a cocky grin.

“Oh, well, by all means, carry on objectifying me then,” you say sarcastically and snatch the bottle from his hands before turning around quickly so he can’t see you smile.

He follows you to the top of the stand where the pair of you sit, looking out onto the pitch and the snowy hills in the distance.

“I’ve never noticed how beautiful it is up here,” you sigh.

“Always been too busy watching the game?”

You nod.

“Same.”

There’s still an awkward dark cloud hanging over your heads. You take another drink of Firewhisky and pass it back to him.

“Right, out with it then.”

“What?” he asks.

“We can’t just act like the past couple of weeks haven’t happened.” Being brave, being vulnerable like this is something you’ve always found difficult and the bottle of liquid courage you and McLaggen are sharing doesn’t seem to be helping.

You try to think of how to get the words out - if there’s one thing you’ve learned from spending more time with Cho and Marietta this year, it’s that it’s better to get this sort of thing out in the open. You take a deep breath, preparing for rejection but he beats you to the punch.

“I’m an idiot.” He groans. “I just - I got it into my head that we’d go to the party together and you’d end up getting off with Gwenog Jones. So when Hermione asked me to go I jumped at the chance.”

“I don’t fancy Gwenog Jones-”

“-Then you turned up with Smith and that was even worse than what I imagined with Gwen.”

You draw his cloak around you and look at your shoes. “Well, I didn’t realise you had asked me to go to Slughorn’s party as friends.”

“I- I didn’t want to ask you as friends. Believe me. I thought I was kidding myself that you might be into me… everyone said I was stupid to even ask you.”

“Who’s everyone?”

“Belby-“

“Belby?!” You scowl. That moron. “Who else?” You demand.

“Well I’m not gonna say now, am I?” McLaggen laughs. “I can tell Belby’s about to regret it.”

Your face cracks into a smile. The aggression bubbling up in your chest evaporates into the frosty night air. His laugh gives you a new perspective - it’s as if you can step back from the scene and can see how daft it is to get so bothered by someone like Marcus Belby.

You look up at his face in the cold moonlight. Butterflies squirm in your stomach. He’s so distractingly good-looking - you can’t think properly when it’s just you and him like this. No quaffle or cauldron to divert your attention or give you a reason not to look at him for too long.

“To be honest, I sort of thought Belby was right after all because you didn’t seem that keen when I asked you.”

“I hesitated because you make me nervous, Cormac,” you say softly, determined not to look away. It’s like looking into the sun.

“Yeah?” He’s still looking into your eyes but he feels closer now.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t figured out by now that I like boys too.” You look from his eyes to his lips. “Well, not boys. Just… just one.”

His mouth is inches from yours. You can feel his breath on your lips. “If you say Smith, I’ll kill him.”

And there it is. You’re not sure whether it’s his possessiveness or the fact you’d really like to watch him hit Smith but something about that sentence makes you feral for him. You press your mouth against his, the burning taste of Firewhisky on both your lips.

He kisses you back fiercely. It’s harder and rougher than the soft kisses you’ve experienced before but you like it. It means you can kiss him back the way you want to - you know he can handle it. You bite hard on his bottom lip in silent admonishment for what he’s put you through. And Cormac returns the favour, his hand roughly gripping the part of your thigh exposed by your dress. You wonder if he knows it’s for him. The absence of fabric - created for the sole purpose of seeking his attention.

You bring your arms behind his neck, pressing your body as close to him as you can and the Firewhisky falls from the bench and rolls on the floor, forgotten. He moves his hand under your thigh and drags you onto his lap so that you’re straddling him. Your lips meet again, crashing into each other and his tongue intrudes into your mouth, rolling over yours. You want to feel his mouth everywhere.

As if reading your mind, his lips leave yours to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. You lean back so he can draw his tongue along your collarbone and bury his face in your chest. Cormac’s strong hands grip your hips tightly, his thumbs pressing bruises into your hipbones without any indication of slowing down or showing restraint.

From this position, you can feel his erection pressing into you. It’s the first time you’ve kissed a man like this but your body responds almost automatically, sending your hips grinding into him. The night air is below freezing but your skin feels burning hot between the weight of his cloak and the warmth of his body.

The difference in size and strength between you sends wild thoughts flashing through your mind of him pinning you down against the bench and savagely taking you there.

You run your fingers through his dark blonde hair, pushing his face into your cleavage in encouragement, feeling his hot tongue and rough chin against your chest as you grind yourself against him harder. The now hot and damp fabric of your underwear rubs against the hard bulge between your bodies, creating friction more electric than the one that’s been between you the past few weeks.

“Fuck…” he moans into your chest softly.

All evidence so far has pointed to Cormac being an ass man but you’re not so sure any more as he continues his vocal appreciation, licking and sucking your tits right here on the deserted stands.

Cormac’s hands move up from your hips to push your breasts together and he whines when one of your nipples peeks out over the top of your dress. He latches onto the small nub of skin and sucks, swirling his tongue around your nipple.

“Cormac, fuck, that’s-”

But just what it is, is interrupted by the anguished moan of pleasure that leaves your lips when his teeth graze your sensitive skin. It echoes across the deserted pitch into the night. A noise that would be indiscernible in the usually busy stadium. Unable to take it anymore you push his chest back and stare into his eyes, breathing heavily.

“We shouldn’t… we should go back to the castle,” you pant.

“Shouldn’t what?” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk, his slightly wet chin glistening in the dim moonlight. “I haven’t suggested anything.”

“I was talking to myself.”

He grins and helps you off of him so you can fix your dress. “Well, that was easily the best thing that’s happened to me in this stadium,” he says, adjusting himself too.

“Ah, maybe you’ll get a game one day,” you tease and cup his face, just so you can feel his stubbly chin against your palm again.

He kisses your palm before taking your hand in his so you can walk back down the steps to the pitch together. When you get to the grass he insists on carrying you again but this time refuses to put you back down until you reach the castle steps.

From a tower high above, Horace Slughorn looks out of the window of his now-empty office. The party has long finished. He chuckles to himself when he sees the silhouette of McLaggen emerging from the darkness, carrying you on his back towards the entrance hall, illuminated by the castle torches.

When you climb off him and make it to the top of the marble staircase, you kiss him goodbye one final time. This is the last time you’ll see him before you go home for the Christmas holidays tomorrow. You turn and leave for Ravenclaw Tower, while he goes off in the opposite direction to Gryffindor.

“I can skip, I can be broken, I can burst, I can sing. What am I?” asks the bronze eagle knocker on the door. “A heart,” you say, ripping off your heels impatiently, waiting for the door to swing open. You need to wake up Cho and Marietta - you promised you’d tell them everything.

Chapter 6: First Name Basis

#cormac mclaggen #cormac mclaggen x female reader #cormac mclaggen x reader #fanfic #harry potter and the half blood prince #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #freddie stroma

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hn-yn-soo · 1 year ago

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She | I. NY

⚠slight angst⚠

Everything was perfect for the both of you, stable jobs, successful relationship, living the life to the fullest. But one thing was bothering Nayeon, why haven't you two talked about kids yet?

"I'm busy with work, Nayeon.. Can we discuss this later?"

"That's what you gotta say? After 3 years since we got married, all you do is work!" Your wife complains, you removed your glasses and just breathe out a sigh. You admit, you were kinda jealous of your friends having kids, you guessed starting a family isn't wrong.. Plus you're growing old, but you were scared. Never in your lives you came across sex or anything, you were insecure about your unexplainable condition, scared to lose your wife in the process.

"Come here, I have to say something.."

Nayeon hesitatingly sat on your lap, your breath shaking as you look up at her then onto your intertwined hands

"I'm sorry for being so distant, I've been trying to find myself.. Learning on things I haven't known before, and until now I am but I realize I'm losing you because of my selfishness. If you're wondering why we didn't do much on our honeymoon, I contacted my personal doctor about my condition. Asking if I had the chance or possibility to impregnate you, which he said yes.. So after that I try to learn about how my thing works then eventually, we could d-do those things with no problem.. I'm sorry for keeping it a secret, Nabongs"

"Why didn't you tell me, I could've understood you nonetheless.. And no, I'm not mad for keeping it a secret, I'm proud that you told me sooner.. I was worried that you d-didn't love me anymore and I dunno how to keep our relationship stable, I'm sorry for being so mad, I should've asked first.." She kisses you, tears falling from her eyes yet you were there to wipe them away. You hug her close, the familiar warmth enveloping you, the feel of home which is Im Nayeon.

"You know, I actually knew about your condition.. Especially mornings, even if you were distant, I just knew"

"O-Oh, that must've been too embarrassing for you to see, I'm sorry" She laughs, kissing your cheek and leaned her head on your shoulder. The silence is comfortable, your gentle breathing on her bare shoulder and her soft hummings were enough for each other's presence

"I've been thinking about your request before, let's do it"

"R-Really?" You nod, you turn her around to face you, you pulled up for another kiss but with more tension and passion. You carry her in your arms as you stood, kicking open the doors of your home-office and stepped into your bedroom. She pushes you down, her short brown hair falling into her face, she slicks back and her lustful gaze made you feel things

"You're so beautiful, my wife.."

She blushes, she sits up, hands traveling along your neck and chest, she took off your shirt revealing your sports bra, loving how the brand Calvin Klein suited your whole persona. Of course, you were also an ambassador for the clothing brand. Too hot for her to handle, she had a stash of your magazines in her cabinet at work, having her imagination the best of her and had her moments whenever you decline

"I missed this, Y/nn.. You know how hard it was to not kiss you, you look so hot when you work and it..turns me on"

"I-I.. I didn't knew you felt that way, I wanna make it up for what we left off.." She smiles and claimed your lips, her plump pair had been one of the things you admire, especially her bunny teeth that you adore so much when she smiles. Everything about Im Nayeon is admirable, your love on her isn't easily replaced

"Well, if we're gonna do this.. I can't be the only one undressed, y'know?"

She giggles at your statement, she lifts the hem of her own top, pulling it off flawlessly, revealing her plump breasts held up in her favorite lingerie. You noticed she wasn't wearing shorts on, you'd always wake up to her bottom half exposed to your eyes which leaves you all aroused and bothered for the whole day

"Mhm, I can't believe my wife is so sexy~ What did I do to deserve you?"

"Well, everything.. You've been a great lover and wife for me, and we deserve this" She says, her tone softer than ever. Her gaze softens at the sight of you blushing profusely at the way her hand skimmed down your torso, soon stopping herself right at the waistband of your shorts where another pair of Calvin Kleins were found peeking under

"I love you so much, honey.."

"I love you more, baby" You grab her for a kiss, the lust has slowly taken over you. You found yourself feeling up her back, your nails lightly scratched her smooth skin, until they circled around the front and Nayeon hitches as she felt your cold fingertips under her chest, she airily moans at her breasts being fondled about. You always wondered how soft they were, but not holding them made it seem that it's like pillows. And the size were perfect for your hands, Nayeon is indeed for you and you only

"Ahhh~ Just like that, baby.. Kiss them, please"

You were confused, but you obliged. You reached back to unclasp her bra, letting the garment fall from her shoulders revealing soft, pink nipples begging for attention. Leaning forward, you left gentle kisses at first, but then you started sucking on her skin and eventually on her perked nipples that stiffened as you finished suckling them like a baby

"M-My turn"

She gasps, raising your sports bra and gave the same energy of how you did her well. You could feel slight throbbing down your nether regions, only to guess that the two of you are now turned on, too turned on you felt your little buddy poke from your shorts letting your wife know how aroused and needy you were for her

"O-Oh my, you're so hard.."

You couldn't help but whimper, giving subtle movements to earn friction down your shaft yet she scoots back and reached onto your shorts, fingers hooked she looked back at you for affirmation

"Hon, we can stop if you're uncomfortable, I don't want to take advantage of you.."

"N-No, it's fine.. We both need this, we can handle what happens next, I'm sure enough" You smiled, she kisses your lips to assure you everything before she decides to pull your clothing down until your rigid length springs up, revealing its full length. She gasps, feeling proud for the first time she had made you arouse, and for the first time she had seen you in its glory

"You're so perfect, Hon.. T-Too perfect"

You just smiled, feeling shy of the words she said but you appreciate everything. It grew the love filled inside, and you can't help but just fall for her harder

"H-How should we do this, I haven't have any experience on this"

"No need to worry, I did some research myself" Nayeon winks as she slowly got out of her panties, she hovers above your manhood and soon enough you were feeling nothing but yourselves, filling the lost pieces of yourselves and gosh you felt heaven from how warm and tight your wife is, she rolls her hips back and forth which cuts your daydream

She rode you in slow, languid movements. Her palms planted beside your head, she gasps and pants at every motion and how the tip of your length poked her g-spot, leaving her breathless and wanting more

As for you, you had been releasing nothing but moans which you didn't expect to do. Your hands held her close letting her press down onto your awaiting member, you lean up to kiss her lips for the nth time, your whines escaping your parted lips, tongues fighting for dominance and you could feel it. Nayeon has gotten tighter and it's choking your shaft, and you felt the tingling sensation down your stomach. You flipped over and gyrated your hips, your cock slipping in and out in a quick pace to catch your orgasm. You didn't expect what happened next, both your orgasms crashed against each other and your bodies convulsed as it took a while for your releases to be done

"N-Nayeonie.."

"Oh my, are you okay?? Aigoo, I'm sorry-" You lift up a smile within your weak whimpers, she pulls you close to her chest, both of you taking deep breaths as you finally calmed down. Nayeon smiles as she felt familiar hands brushing up her back, she brushes your hair and kissed your crown

"You're so adorable y'know?"

"Yeah, yeah.. Thanks for this, although I had been tempting to.. Do another one" Nayeon smirks at your words, pushing you down then well.. You know what.

The end.

#nayeon #twice

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vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds · 2 years ago

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Hiya! Hope you’re doing well! I’d like to request a fic! It’s teddy boy John x Reader ^_^

So, basically, John and Reader have been best friends since they were little. Ofc, they’re severely pining for eachother. There’s a school dance/prom and Reader get asked by someone to go as a date to it and reader accepts bc they see it as an opportunity to try to get rid of their feelings for John. Sometime during the night of the prom, John finds reader crying outside the building. The guy who asked reader out didn’t show until like an hour in and when he did show he came with some random blonde bimbo, the douche paying reader no attention when he arrived. John tries to comfort reader and he’s not very good at it so he just somehow admits his feelings for them accidentally.

I love ur writing sm! Have a brilliant day!

~ ABRD <3

Hi, I'm well, thank you! Hope you are as well! So glad you enjoy my writing! I sat down and started writing as soon as I got the notif for your ask c: I've never written a request before so hopefully this is okay! When you mentioned John admitting his feelings, I immediately thought of the scene from the movie, The Ghost and Mr. Chicken (one of my favorite movies from my childhood), where Luther confesses that he likes Alma, so it's sort of inspired by that. Since you mentioned reader having grown up with John, I gave her a written Scouse accent ^w^ Proofed in UK English.

If I Fell In Love With You

(image from Pinterest)

You and John are walking the halls of the school, as you often did together, with John having his arm draped over you.

It didn’t really matter where you were since you were usually by each other’s side anyway.

At the sight of the bulletin board, you let out an excited squeal. “Look, Lenny, it’s almost time for the dance!” It came out in an inviting way, despite you trying to bury your feelings for John.

“You’re not seriously gonna go to that, are ye?” his nasally voice rings out.

“’course I am,” you answer. “Everyone is. And I know you will, too.”

He rolls his eyes jokingly. “John Lennon does not dance.”

You let out a laugh and try to hide your blush when he playfully ruffles your hair. “Stop it!” You attempt to tame your locks as you continue, “Well, anyway, I’m going, whether you do or not.”

As the pair of you continue walking, another boy walks up to join you. To anyone else, he was just another student, but John had always seen him as a rival, both academically and in romance (though he was too proud to admit that).

“Hi, Y/N,” the boy says. You greet him back and he continues, “I couldn’t help but overhear you talking about the dance.” He practically stares John in the eyes as he speaks, “I was wondering if you’d like to go with me.”

John is trying to hide the jealous expression on his face as you reply, “Oh, sure!”

The boy lets out a relieved laugh. “Okay, good. Meet you there, then?”

You nod and John looks at you stunned as the boy walks away. “What? A bird can’t be expected to go to a dance on her own!” you explain.

John simply chuckles and the two of you continue your walk.

***

It’s the night of the dance and you’re nervous as can be.

“Don’t worry, my dear,” your mother comforts, adjusting your skirt so it looks perfect for the photo she’s taking. “I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time.”

You simply nod and take the deepest breath you can manage.

You arrive at the dance alone. You expected this, of course. The boy was supposed to meet you there.

You find yourself practically camping by the punch bowl for forty-five minutes before you spot him.

He’s arm-in-arm with the most popular girl in school, a natural blonde with natural unintelligence.

He seems to not notice you as the two of them stride over to the punch bowl. You call his name repeatedly, trying to get his attention, but he and his date simply ignore you before making their way to the dance floor.

You scoff, trying hard not to cry and ruin your makeup, before speed-walking out the door.

As tears flood your face a few minutes later, someone stops to sit by you on the stairs. “Y/N?”

You look up into the light brown eyes of John Winston Lennon. “I thought you weren’t comin’.” You sniffle, and wipe your face with the back of your hand, trying to conceal the tears that had just covered your cheeks.

“Well, I thought it would be a good opportunity to— Never mind that, what are you doin’ out here?”

You sniffle again. “Well, you know that guy I was supposed to go with?"

“Yeah.” He already seems angry at even the mention of the other boy.

“Well, he just showed up… with another girl. That stupid blonde who thinks she’s better than the rest of us just ‘cause she’s naturally blonde. He didn’t even call or acknowledge me!” Finishing your story, you burst into tears again.

John isn’t quite sure what he should do, but he knows exactly what he wants to do. He stands. “I’m gonna give that good-for-nothin’ bastard the hardest smack he’s ever had!”

“John, no, please don’t cause a scene!” you protest.

John sighs and sits next to you again, draping his arm around you like he always has. “He’s ugly anyway, Y/N.” You laugh a little as he continues, “And he’s thick as two short planks.”

“Don’t say that, Lenny,” you say with a giggle.

“I ought to stick my foot up his arse,” he says. He sighs a bit, still not really sure what to do. “D’ye wanna go to my house?”

You shake your head slowly. “This is the only opportunity I have to go to the dance.”

John nods in understanding. The quiet is thick enough to cut with a knife before he says, “Y/N?” You hum a response and he continues, “He really is stupid.”

“Why’s that, Lennon?”

“Well, he’d have to be to stand up… someone.”

He seems troubled about something. You quirk an eyebrow as you ask, “Somethin’ on your mind, John?”

He exhales sharply. “No, not really. Well, yeah, but—” He growls in frustration. “Look, Y/N, I’m a lad.”

You laugh a little. “Last time, I checked, yeah.”

“And you’re a bird. And we’ve known each other a long time.”

You quirk your eyebrow again. “What are you tryin’ to say?”

He runs a hand through his hair—you noticed he had restyled it slightly to look more clean—and says, “Well, I have to be honest, you’re the most beautiful best friend a boy could ask for.”

You frown at the words “best friend”, but manage to say, “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

He chuckles. “What I’m sayin’, Y/N, is— Well, what I mean to say is—”

You’d never seen John so flustered in all the years you’d known him.

“Y/N, I like you and I’d like to kiss you right this minute!” he spits.

You blush, unsure of what to say. So, you sit in silence for a moment.

John stands quickly. “I shouldn’t have come here; this was a mistake.” He starts to leave.

“Wait, John!” He turns around to find you standing now. “I like you too, John.”

He stalks back over. “You what?”

“I like you, too,” you repeat.

Now he goes silent.

A few beats pass before you look into his eyes. “Kiss me?”

His lips are instantly locked with yours in a moment of passion.

“Go back in?” he asks a moment later.

You nod, intertwine arms with him and the two of you head back inside for a night of pictures in the photobooth and dances to rock-and-roll music.

#mine #john lennon #john lennon x reader #request fic #the beatles x reader #the beatles fanfiction #vivi in the sky with fanfics

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With you until the end of the world Chapter 10

Chapter 9

*Angel POV*

The streets are full of tourists, it is much easier to pretend to be one of them while looking at something suspicious.

When we met again, Jake showed me the video of John Fusch being interviewed. That worried us a lot and made him strengthen the signal by forcing his tracking program to identify phones at a greater distance. He spent days working non-stop and, as Jack was worried about him, he decided to sit on his lap watching him type. What if I felt a little jealous? Maybe so, but seeing him sitting on Jake's lap, with a concentrated face it was very funny.

Just like the place we stayed last time, we cleaned everything meticulously so that dust and dirt didn't bother us. We also rented another studio to leave another computer in case we were followed here too.

As far as our relationship was concerned, I now understood my parents better when I was little and I would go to their room because I had a nightmare. It's not that we have the same intimacy as before, but seeing how Jack used to ask us to sleep with us, with that terrified look, It reminded me of those moments of terror that I myself had gone through last year, so we accepted. It was strange. A strange feeling. I watched him as he fell asleep peacefully, with a smile. It made me feel proud to see how I took care of him. Jack became the only child I can tolerate.

But I have not admitted this in front of Jake. I don't want him to laugh at me when I refused to let him stay with us. But I still don't accept being called 'mom' in private! On the other hand, Jake does usually call him dad. "It is strange that he call me that." he said nervously. That's what you get for accepting Jake, now you can't run away from your responsibilities.

I look at the letter that I am going to send to my parents. I tell them that I'm fine, as always and not to worry. I feel like it's a little hard every time not to get a response from them, to know if it affects them. Maybe they took it to mean I'm on a long vacation. I put it in the mailbox and walk away, shopping bags in hand. I'm like all those tourists who pass by on the street, I'm not afraid that someone might recognize me.

I stop at the window of a television store. On the news I see an interview from a few weeks ago by John Fusch. He looks too happy. I get to read his lips when he says Jake's name and I put a hand to my chest. Sometimes I feel that because of my superior, I gave myself away at the press conference and he knew that I was still in contact with him because of my attitude despite the fact that I hid it well. Or at least I hope he don't know. "I should have run out before entering the room." I mutter as I walk away from the room. At least we're away from him. He can't get to Jake. And he can't get to him using me either.

I open the back door of the abandoned apartment. I wonder how long we'll be here and where we'll go next. I wish we could go a whole lot further still, somewhere where they wouldn't know what Jake did. Was that possible? But it would mean having to leave my family in the end. Never come back. I guess now it's a big decision, because it's not about two people right now. We are three. And it is that I could not leave them both to their fate. And especially since one is a small child and the other is a grown man who hardly sleeps if I don't make him sometimes. I enter the apartment going to the computer room. As always, Jack is on Jake's lap, watching him work. I walk over to them and ruffle Jack's hair. "Hey Jack" I say to the little guy ", watching what Jake is doing again?" "I'm getting better and better at understanding what he's doing" he answers, looking at me and then at Jake ", isn't that right, Dad?" Jake looks at me and I smirk at him. Now he has to carry the weight of calling himself that. “Yes dad, tell me, are him getting it right? Do you ask him questions to see if he is paying attention?” I cross my arms, waiting for him response. He sighs and finally smiles. "He still have many years to learn." he answers Jack, then looks at me "Any news from outside?" "We'll talk about it later." I answer, avoiding showing concern at that moment. I lean down and kiss Jake on the lips. I hadn't greeted him yet. I smile during the kiss and even hear him make a throaty sound, like a laugh. "I thought you forgot about me." he tells me in a deeply sexy voice. “I save the best for last.” I whisper, caressing his cheek. "You're always kissing." we hear Jack say, with a laugh. "That's because we love each other so much" I answer, tickling him “. Okay, I'll go and prepare the food. Are you here to help me, Jack?” He nods and gets off Jake's lap, and he thanks me by moving his lips with a 'thank you'.

We wait for the food to finish cooking on the small stove that heats it up. I notice that Jack has a sad look. “What's up?” “You do not love me, do not you?” I am surprised by his words. I was not expecting that question. “Why do you ask that?” "Because I think you love Jake more than me." I take a deep breath, pushing my hair back from my face, uncomfortable. “Well, there are different ways of loving and obviously I love Jake very much” I clear my throat a little nervous with the explanation “. But let it stay between us, I like you too much." "Does that mean I can now call you Mom?" He asks me quickly. "We'd better still wait a bit for that" I answered somewhat nervously “, but don't tell Jake, okay?” "Why can't he know?" <<Because then I would have to agree with him.>> "Believe me, it's better this way" I taste the food and nod. It is ready “. Jack, why don't you tell Jake that out for lunch? “ “Yes!” he runs out and I let out a small laugh.

We sit on the floor with the plastic plates. Now that he's not working, I have to talk about him, John Fusch. “I saw our best friend in a store window.” I say in a funny tone. “Surely his interview will have been broadcast throughout Europe” he comments putting his plate aside, with a thoughtful expression “, what worries me most is that they know what I am like.” "We're lucky it's not like that" I take his hand and smile at him “, he still doesn't know what you look like, so you can rest easy, they haven't published any photos of you.” "That is a relief." he smiles back at me, intertwining our fingers. He caresses my back with his thumb, slowly. His green eyes sparkle like emerald jewels, with an intensity special to me. “You are talking about the bad man again, right?” Jack says curiously "why is he chasing you? You're supposed to be the good guys.” "Well, because…" Jake starts to say slowly and looks at me concerned "Because I watched something important and dangerous, something important people did not like me doing." “And it was?” He tilts his head curiously. "I prefer not to tell" He squeezes my hand hard, I can feel his fear “. It is better that none of you know what I saw, to protect you.” "If it was something bad, you should tell it," he says and I look at him sadly “. I didn't say anything to any adult for fear of Jonas, but you are an adult and they can listen to you, right?” Jake sighs, squeezing my hand tight again. “It is not-“ We hear an alarm from the computer and Jake gets up quickly, leaving the room. Jack follows him and I go after them. The boy stands next to him, watching as he begins to type. “We do this…” I hear Jake mutter “And…. Diverted” I see him smile with pride, although I can see in his eyes that he has been scared “. We are safe.” “How did you do it?” asks the excited little one “How did you manage to keep the bad guys from finding us?” "Do you want to know how?" I frown as I saw him pick him up and sit him on his lap, beginning to teach him. I wonder why this change so suddenly.

*Jake POV*

Fear seized me when I heard the alarm. I had jumped up straight to the computer, jamming my signal and rerouting it to the first studio. The idea of what would happen if I were not next to them, someone must manage the programs, it crossed my mind. And what better than to teach Jack, a child that the laws will not be able to touch. I taught him few things, something simple. I could see Angel's face looking at me confused by my actions. She knows perfectly well that something is going through my head when I teach him.

I was working on the computer until night fell. The area where the first computer was was too busy. I pinch the bridge of my nose, tired. I need to rest a bit now that It is calmed down. And they will be entertained for a long time. I get up and go to the room, where I see how she watches over Jack while he sleeps. "Would you like to take a walk?" I ask whispering. “But-“ "It will be around the area, do not worry." I smile at her so she does not worry and she nods. She gets up from the ground approaching me, holding my hand.

The streets are lonely. Not a sound disturbs the neighborhood. She grabs onto my arm, supporting her head. I hear how she sighs, she sounds happy. "You deserved a break." she tells me and I look at her. She smile at me "You should know better than anyone." I let out a laugh and lowered my mask, kissing her forehead. We return to silence. A pleasant silence that I hope she do not hear my heart pounding right now. “Why did you do it?” I look at her when I hear her question, somewhat confused “I thought you didn't want to teach him.” I stop and take her hands, caressing the lats. “When I heard the computer alarm, I remembered when I had to leave you alone” I look at her warm eyes watching me. they make me feel at home "If something happens, at least I have prepared Jack for the worst." "Jake..." Shee separates her hands to take them to my cheeks, caressing me carefully “You are not going to leave us alone and nothing is going to happen to us” I lean in a little and she tries to get closer to me a little more, without erasing the smile “. And if something happens, we will follow you wherever, whatever happens, I will not stop being on your side.” I lower the mask and kiss her. I attract her to me holding her by her waist. I notice her smile. “Macie” I whisper her name against her lips and I can feel goosebumps rise on her skin “, I am lucky you are still by my side after all.” "Do you think I'll ever stop being by your side?" She asks with a laugh, surrounding me with her arms “You're never going to get rid of me.” "That is quite a tempting proposition." We laugh and kiss again.

We celebrate tonight that our first detour of our pursuers has worked. Jack left us after sleeping in his room soundly.

I caress her back from bottom to top, while she begins to fall asleep. I would like to do something special for her, she does so much for me and I do nothing for her. "I promise that one day I will give you a special day." I murmur close to her ear and she hugs me closer, as if she understood. I look up at the ceiling, staying awake. I must not fall asleep after what happened. I hope she understands.

Chapter 11

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood everbyte #duskwood game #everbyte studio #duskwood fanfic

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tomatoland · 1 year ago

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Hi! I’m not sure if you will see this or even reply to this but I do want to say that I want to show a lot of appreciation for your blog and your breakdowns about TopMew so much. I saw your post about only friends being a morality drama and the idea of media literacy and it made me reflect a lot about myself as a viewer.

You spoke a lot of truths in your post. I think a lot of viewers resort to archetypes (e.g. TopMew) or comparisons (e.g. Top vs Ray) when they find characters on “different sides of the same coin” or stereotypes that they can associate characters with. But at the end of the day, these characters don’t have the same upbringing/backstories/personalities. Ngl I do admit my opinions do get swayed sometimes by other meta posts because it’s difficult to find meta posts that analyse TopMew without turning them or their actions into something rancid/evil or there’s a lack of TopMew analysis. Your analysis posts have truly been a gift.

I agree 100% that accountability is a major theme here. I’m guessing other people brought in ephemerality due to the idea that these characters are still in college, hence they are more likely to act without thinking about the consequences. But accountability is very much the bigger picture imo. I just don’t get the idea of being a “___ defender/apologist”. As a FB stan, I do like TopMew, especially Mew. But do I excuse their wrongdoings? No. I can enjoy and like them while acknowledging their misdeeds. All I need is to understand is their rationale behind it.

I also see a lot of viewers constantly trying to push ideas what they want the characters to do ___ (E.g. TopMew doing a threesome with Boeing, really?). More people need to realise this show is not made to fulfil people’s fantasies. I mean MewRay happened, which was clearly what the majority were against. I think it’s also important to keep in my mind what would make sense for these characters to do (e.g. what are their best interests, their characterisation). My only fear right now is if Jojo and his crew would try to appease the majority, given that they cut out a Top scene from EP7 based on fans’ reactions. Are they going to bring justice to these characters’ actions and consequences by the end of the series based on how accountable/responsible they are? Or is it just going to be based on what the majority wants?

I want to thank you again for speaking out about this. I love your posts, especially the ones on Top’s wounded inner child, the Madonna-Whore complex on TopMew, TopMew working on the hostel project. I also love it so much about how TopMew can be linked to “Young and Beautiful” by Lana Del Ray (I just vibe with it so much). I think we the FB fandom can agree that ForceBook has brought so much to their characters and we’re so proud of them. Thanks for reading!

You are so sweet!! 🥰 and thank you very much. foxmochi hug!

Oh! Is that what people mean by ephemerality? I honestly do not understand lol. Because life is also ephemeral? No one is guaranteed a tomorrow.

Right? Human beings are complex. And people treat TopMew as morality foils or NPCs. And in real life, no one is a side character, you know what I'm saying? No one is an actual villain except well, Boston, but I actually think his storyline is going to get justice. Boston looks like he's going to have an introspective moment in the preview and I am here for it.

Okay, I actually do know where that comes from. Mond re-tweeted this pic adding "I'd like to be friends too."

And this

While I'm down for a little jealous Mew and Boeing testing him, Top & Mew have only ever wanted to be with each other. And the confirmation that one of the deleted scenes being Top trying to move on, but not being able to, really confirms this. So I'm gutted we didn't get it.

Yes, that was a bit surreal to hear from Jojo. And it makes me uneasy.

Like the story of the series is in flux when it shouldn't be. And those theories about re-shoots 🙃 I'm just going to remember that FB would have told us if they did re-shoots. Being the spoiler kings they are and the foxmochi thai superfans definitely would have known.

Top & Mew are almost there. They just need to have honest communication and not the kinda cautious communication they had when they were courting. And I need FB to have at least one scorching hot sex scene so absolutely no one can deny that TopMew and FB have chemistry coming out of their eyeballs. And I think FB as artists would be down to do it.

Okay, you're going to get my Ray take because I have written it and I don’t want to make a separate post.

Not once in the show does Ray try to curb his drinking. It's one thing to try and then to slip, you are at least trying, but not once has Ray ever said, no I'm trying to cut back. He doesn't and has never seen it as a problem even after the accident.

Ray needs to learn that while trauma might explain why he does what he does, it is not an excuse. Ray needs to do some soul-reckoning. Some people want it be a case of "Love conquers All" and *dun dun da dun, insert hero fanfare here* Sand is going to swoop in and save Ray from himself without losing himself in return. But Sand and his presence are not enough to make Ray change. Ray must want it for himself. Read any article on how to handle addiction for loved ones and they all say this. And this is actually the hardest and most painful life lesson I've ever had to learn in my life. People have to want to change and as much as you can want it, no matter how much you beg, nothing will change unless they want for themselves.

I am actually really sad that in the preview Ray says he'll go to rehab if Sand wants him too. It's only Sand, he's thinking about? Not himself, not his friends, not his dad, or his fellow humans? It's really weak character development. He still lacks the ability to be introspective or think about others. Ray has to do some honest soul-discovery before he can be a good partner to anyone. And I'm praying that it's still coming. Please, show, please do this for Ray.

I know I'm basically preaching to the choir at this point but whatever, I want these posts to exist because sometime from now, after the show finishes airing, someone will come to Tumblr and find one of these posts. And TopMew deserve the right to context.

You are the sweetest. Yes, I love "Young and Beautiful" for them. And I agree, ForceBook have done an amazing job in OF.

And just remember whatever weird stuff is happening here, Thai fans LOVE them and don’t overanalyze TopMew.

I hope you have a wonderful day, hun and thank you for dropping by my mailbox~ You made my day 💕

#tomat answers #and this is actual my first mail #☺️#and this is grainy gif that i didnt use in my bouquet post but they’re so cute so have this too #asks

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Ten years | Chapter 1

Summary: It's been 10 years since I left him standing at the altar to go follow my dreams. I failed, but he didn't. He became a football player, just as he always wanted to. One of the best in Europe. And after not seeing each other for a decade, he is coming back. Declan Rice, England's captain, probably the love of my life... He's coming back home.

Author's note: Welcome to another story inspired by one of my dreams 😅 Though mine was completely different, because the one left standing at the altar was Rodri, the one who plays for City (super random), and I was running away with Ramsdale 🤷🏼‍♀️

Also, yes, that first sentence is outdated 😂 But I wrote this months ago, and editing it feels weird 😅

Hope you like it, and thank you very much for reading! 💜

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"I'm sure that if it was the Queen coming, they wouldn't be making such a fuss. They even cut the main road!"

"He isn't the Queen, but he is the most famous person this town has seen since... Forever?"

"What about that time Elton John stopped Lola to ask her for directions?"

"That's what Lola says, but no one else saw him. And you know her, she is constantly mixing people. Just say that it bothers you that all this is for him. No one will blame you."

"It doesn't bother me. And people will blame me. It's been 10 years, and they still give me pitiful looks when he wins something."

"Well, you were the one who left to fulfill her dreams because you didn't want to be stuck on this town, and then..."

And then things completely turned around, and I found myself back on this town, my dreams shattered, while the one who wanted to stay was out there living his dreams and being successful at it. Highly successful in fact.

"Do you think she's coming with him?"

"Even if he didn't want to bring her, she'll find a way to come. I've never seen a bigger attention seeker than that woman."

"Jealous?"

"Me? Of that woman? Please, Claire" I scoff.

"I don't know. You always speak of her with such... Hate."

"I don't hate her. I just dislike her."

"Because you wish you were her?"

"Oh, yes, I wish I was a woman with no purpose in life beyond taking selfies, getting nails the size on my foot, and self tanning. Badly."

"Rude. And that's not what I meant, and you know it."

"Whatever. I've moved on, and so should you and everyone on this damned town."

"Hey, don't talk like that about us. You've actually learnt to love it here. You are just too stubborn and proud to admit it."

"Yeah, yeah" I say, rolling my eyes.

"If I could have your attention, please" I hear my brother Dom say. He's the one who has organized this... I want to say charade, but they call it celebration. The town now has a new football pitch and a summer camp for kids from all around the area, which is something amazing. But what isn't amazing, is that for the inauguration they've called him. Declan Rice. One of the best football players of his generation, and England's captain among many other things. Like being my ex-boyfriend and the man I left standing at the altar 10 years ago.

"Thank you everyone for coming" Dom continues. "Today it's a very special day for our little town. Not only because we get to inaugurate these amazing new installations that will hopefully help our kids follow their dreams, but also because, finally, we've managed to have him back with us. The man who was able to follow his dreams, and become a star. Please give a warm welcome to the one and only, Declan Rice!"

"Did he actually have to say that last part?" I say while everyone around me has started cheering and clapping, some eyes looking in my direction to see my reaction. Because if it hadn't been for me, Declan would have followed his dad's steps and become a doctor, and he would have never gone to London to try and get a spot at West Ham's academy as he always dreamed of. I am the reason he is where he is. Well, his talent helped a lot too, but my decision was what pushed him to do it.

"Thank you everyone" Declan says from the little stage they've built for the occasion. "You can't imagine how special it is to be here today with all of you. With my people."

That makes the crowd cheer even louder than before, and I can't help but roll my eyes. Again. After that he continues talking, thanking the mayor and Dom for everything they've done, but I stop listening. I'm just looking at him, at how damn good he looks. He's always been handsome, but as he's got older, he's gotten better and better looking. And I hate myself for finding him that attractive. I've moved on. And seeing him run a hand through his hair, should not make me feel the things I’m feeling. It should not.

"So, yeah, thank you very much everyone. Love you all" he says, giving the microphone back to Dom before they all start posing for photos.

"Can we leave now? I have to work tomorrow" I say to Claire.

"But now is when they are serving the food! And the drinks! Now it's the fun part!"

"Then stay and enjoy it. I don't mind."

"But I do mind doing it alone. Please, stay just a bit more" she says, pouting.

"Ok, fine. But just for one drink."

"Yay!" Claire says, hugging me.

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"There you are, sis" Dom says, coming to where Claire and I are seated. "I thought you would have left by now."

"I tried, but someone didn't let me" I say, nodding towards my friend.

"I'm glad she did. Because this is the adult thing to do. Especially when you keep saying you've moved on and all that."

"Don't they need you somewhere, Dom? Maybe taking more photos with him and Barbie Malibu?"

"She is really nice, you know? You should meet her."

"Speak of the devil..." Claire mutters.

"Dominic! Hey!"

"Birgit, hello. What can I do for you?"

"Well, we are having some issues with the champagne on our table, it isn't cold enough."

When I hear that, I can't help but laugh. But not a normal laugh, no. I do the ugliest laugh you could ever imagine.

"Sis, are you alright?" Dom asks.

"Yes, yes. My beer just went through the wrong way."

"Ok... Anyway, I'll see if I can do anything about the champagne."

"Thank you, Dominic. You are the best" Birgit says, batting her fake eyelashes before her eyes follow him as he disappears among the crowd. "So" she says, looking back at Claire and I. "You are her."

"What?"

"You are Dominic's sister, aren't you?"

"I am, yes."

"Which means you are her. Deccy's ex. The one who abandoned him."

"I'm sorry, how did you just call him? Deccy?"

"Is there anything wrong with it?"

"No, no" I say, trying not to laugh. Again. "It's just that I had never heard that before."

"Well, that's because I came out with the name."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you. But you know... You aren't what I expected."

"How so?"

"You worked as a model, didn't you? I expected you to look like one."

"And how are models supposed to look like?"

"Like Sasha, for example."

"Sasha Pivovarova? Luss?" I ask her.

"Who?"

"Nothing, forget about it. It's late, I should probably go back home."

"Yes, yes" Birgit says. "You have to open the town's pub tomorrow, don't you?"

"Exactly. Someone has to give breakfast to the tourists."

"Good, good. But before you go..." she says, coming closer to me and grabbing me by the arm, stabbing me with her stupid long nails. "You better stay away from him. He is mine."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You know what I mean. Stay away from Declan." And with that, she lets go of my arm, giving Claire and I a big fake smile before walking away.

"What the hell was that?" Claire asks.

"I think Barbie Malibu just threatened me."

#declan rice #declan rice x reader #declan rice imagine #declan rice fanfic #football fanfic #football imagine

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lucielerror · 3 years ago

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Silly SAGAU Snippets

I saw a few authors sharing their sagau-ish experiences with genshin after I started writing sagau so here I am... because I'm having a block with my Aether angst sob sob, have this instead (just so you know, I refuse to do my ar45 ascension quest unless im desperate enough for primos) an AU where they also know of other players, but you're their fave :d

Xiao's ult damage getting higher??? Plus his elemental bursts too??? I keep seeing the crit damage achievement slowly getting higher (KINDA PROUD OF HIM THO COS HE'S MY FIRST AND ONLY SOMEWHAT BUILT CHARACTER) And my spoilt 5*

He just had to show you how valuable he is. You almost forgot about him so now that you've given him his weapons, artefacts and materials, he finally has the power to make sure you can't replace him with weaker characters. Of course he can't just make his damage shootall the way up, you might get suspicious (or not... he knows you'll simply be happy when you see higher numbers and might not even question it).

When I told literally all my friends who played genshin, I'll pull on Ayaka's banner just for Razor cons, and Razor cons came home twice in one 10 pull:D

You? Wanted? Him? Normal Razor? Razor... nothing amazing... But you said you want him. Razor feel happy. Want you to also be happy. He help. He make sure. So he catch 2 purple shooting stars for you. :D

On the same day(before I pulled for Ayato on main), I went on my 2nd account(where I planned on pulling for Ayato) and I SAW A GOLD SHOOTING STAR and DILUC APPEARED ADGJKJVB?!?!?!! (below 10) I've always been raving about how I didn't mind losing my 50/50 to Diluc cos I wanted him and he just?!?!

Are you sure? He knows not many people want him nowadays and the amount of disappointed sighs and annoyance towards him increase more each day. But seeing and hearing you so excited, not a drop of annoyance in your tone, asking him to come home like that? How could he resist. It's fine, Ayato will probably have his own solo banner in the future again. So just this once, he'll be selfish.

Ok, guys, listen. On Ayato's banner right, I actually didn't plan on pulling for him on my main cos I wanted to save just in case. But I was tempted into pulling simple because I had 10 intertwined fates and I SAW A GOLD SHOOTING STAR AND BOOM AYATO?!?!?!?! (below 10, that's all I'm saying)

Diluc, that conniving rascal. That was supposed to be him. It's fine. Honestly, he's a little peeved that you didn't want him on your main... and you really wanted Xingqiu over him? A 4* over a 5*? Ridiculous. He'll show you just how great he is. And how could he let you, a bubble tea addict, let you be? He knows you'll stare at him more often(to wait for his idle animation) and boy does that boost his ego.

Also managed to secure Ayaka at low pity(below 50👀) even when I really didn't plan for her on coming home

She's happy for her brother! How could she not when there's a chance for someone to represent the Kamisatos? Just... she's a little jealous... how easily Ayato caught that gold star... (She's not going to think about how you didn't even plan on getting her, nope.)Oh! But, she thinks she can catch one too! It just took her a little longer than her brother, but it's fine!

Was doing the Azhdaha domain for my Yanfei talents materials and Xiao earned himself a cool 7% anemo dmg bonus gladiator piece...

He will not admit he's getting greedier. He just... he just wants to help your team, that's all. You liked not dying before your enemies, so logically, you'd want stronger characters, right? So, just for today, he'll take a nice artefact for himself. (He ignores the pride blooming in his chest when you opened your chat to scream to your friend how perfect it was for him.)

In conclusion, the 5-stars want attention because I like the 4-stars more.

I probably have more but I need to sleep anbdkkwkd anyways, yes, expect some writings about these in the future because I wanna thank genshin for treating me so good :d

#sagau #sagau brainrot #sagau rambles #sagau xiao #xiao #ayato #kamisato ayato #ayaka #kamisato ayaka #genshin imagines #self aware genshin

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femininefutbol · 3 years ago

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crazy in love

idea from here (54)

prompt: gio queiroz is jealous of the idea of you dating your best friend

word count: 885

a/n: this is the first thing that i've written in a while that i am genuinely proud of so i really hope you guys enjoy this one

You walk into the Levante locker room, excited for your first training session back from international break. But more importantly you are excited to see your closest friends on the team Eva and Gio, having not seen them for two weeks was a little bit unbearable for you.

“Mi chica!” Eva yells at you as soon as you enter the locker room, running into your arms, leaving Gio sat alone and caught off guard as she was clearly in the middle of a conversation with Eva.

“Holi amiga!” you laugh holding Eva in your arms while also trying to hold onto your boots and training bag.

“We have so much to catch up on. How was camp? How is Ona?” at the mention of your Spanish teammate and best friend there is a noticeable huff from Gio.

You decide to ignore Gio’s attitude, instead focusing on replying to Eva. “Camp was so good, I love playing with those girls and it was so amazing getting to be with Ona again-“

Hearing you talking about Ona causes Gio to angrily get up from her locker, a clear stomp in her step as she leaves the room.

“Is she okay?” you ask Eva not understanding why Gio is suddenly angry as it is early morning and nothing has happened for her to be angry as far as you know.

“I don’t know what her deal is, maybe go ask her?” Eva suggests deceitfully knowing exactly why Gio is upset.

“Ahh yeah okay, I’ll go now, remind me to finish telling you about camp later” you state, quickly making your way out of the room to look for Gio.

“No need!” Eva chuckles, her plan clearly already set in motion.

After a few minutes of looking around you come across a hallway that leads to a bunch of offices, and that is where you find Gio sitting alone with her head resting on her legs.

“Is it okay if I sit?” you ask softly, hoping not to startle her.

Gio looks up at you, as soon as she notices it is you she nods quickly, shuffling across slightly to make room for you to sit.

“So do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” you ask not wasting a second beating around the bush, you and Gio are too close to hide your feelings from each other, or so you believe.

“Everything is fine” Gio reponds refusing to look at you as she speaks, knowing that if she did she wouldn’t be able to lie to you so easily.

“Okay let’s start with something easier, why did you storm out of the locker room?” you ask hoping that Gio will actually open up to you instead of keeping things to herself, it had happened between the two of you before and it only led to a few months of pain where you couldn’t be there for her when she needed you the most.

She sighs, knowing that you will get what is wrong out of her eventually, “I don’t like the way Eva speaks about you and Ona”

“What do you mean? Do you not like Ona?” you are a bit confused by Gio’s admission seeing as from your knowledge she has never met Ona, so you don’t see why she wouldn’t like her.

“No, ugh, it’s not that, I’m sure she’s great, it’s just, the way she talks about you two makes it sound like you have something going on” Gio finally admits, barely bringing herself to admit it.

“Wait, ‘something’ as in a relationship?” you ask, a light laugh escapes as you could never imagine dating Ona and more so you could never imagine someone thinking you are dating her.

“Ugh yes, it’s not funny” Gio whines, nudging you with her knee. She is obviously still not comfortable with that fact that she told you.

“And why would it upset you if I was dating Ona?” you ask, from what you were aware the feelings Gio had for you were completely platonic so there would be no reason for her to be upset at you dating someone.

“Because” Gio takes a large breath, finally gaining the courage to look at you, “I'm in love with you and it's driving me crazy” she rushes out, looking away as soon as she’s finished speaking, not willing herself to see your reaction.

“Gio” you speak softly, grabbing her cheek lightly moving her face she will look at you.

“What (Y/N)? I know you don’t feel the same way you don’t have to rub it in” Gio looks at you, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I’m in love with you too” a wide smile spreads across your face, knowing that the girl you’ve been in love with for quite a while loves you too and that your feelings are finally out in the open.

“You are?” she asks.

“How could I not be?” you reply sincerely, it was so easy for you to fall in love with her, that you couldn’t imagine not being in love with her.

“Can I kiss you?” she practically whispers, already closing the gap between the two of you.

“Please do” you respond, closing your eyes, feeling her soft lips meeting yours for the first time, the feeling unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

#ficlet #gio queiroz #gio queiroz x reader #gio queiroz imagine #woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #brazil wnt #levante ud #woso x reader

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heartfulselkie · 3 years ago

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Did you already watch the season finale or are you waiting for the eng dub? Tell us what you think about it :)

Yes! I watched the Gloob one as it aired and have watched the English dub now as well.

I'm still processing it, but first impression is that I enjoyed it! It really upped the tension and conflict that Risk established and gave some really good uninhibited character interractions.

I'm also glad that they resolved a lot of what needed to be resolved and left certain things open that could linger some more.

And the Ladynoir! The Ladrien! Some hella good food this episode! I love that Ladynoir finally got to have an openly verbal spat with each other and put out in the open their worries and fears.

I was a little disappointed at the end of Kuro Neko and didn't like the idea of that being the conflict all wrapped but, so I'm glad that it all came back in the finale. Because things weren't okay. They'd just been put aside until Risk forced them to say it aloud. And yeah they had a fight, but they still protected each other and had each other's back. Ladybug was angry over Chat not understanding her reasoning (in her mind it was sound, but she clearly still withheld stuff from him so it objectively wasn't) and then later on grew panicked that she had lost everything. Why would Chat come back to her when she had pushed him away and tried to control everything? When (in her mind) she had screwed up so badly this time? And she admits that!

She admits that her methods weren't ideal, even if the intention was good! Even though it took such a devastating blow, she realised that not relying on Chat has only caused problems and not actually helped anything, its only helped on hypothetical situations. She realises she got too involved in her own sense of control and trying to managed every what if scenario that she lost sight of the one who has been her most dependable and faithful partner. (I'm not complaining about Rena/Alya here. She has her role as Marinette's bff, but she cannot replace Chat/Adrien - the one who's been there from the beginning and got Ladybug to her feet every time.) I'm so proud she was able to recognise it, even if it came at such a low moment.

And then Adrien is clearly hurt by the involvement of Flairmidable (still trying to get my head around that. I keep going - furmidable? Furminator? Felix the furminator?) He knew a few of the other holders, but this is another one that is secret to him - and one Ladybug seemed very fond of at first. But while Adrien can be jealous and a little petty - he is not vindictive. So when Ladybug is breaking down in front of him as she becomes overwhelmed at her mistake and Felix's betrayal, he comforts hers, protects her and guides her as her partner always has.

And when she sits alone on the roof as Hawkmoth flaunts his victory, Chat takes his place at her side. Her ever loyal partner. They've both made mistakes, they've both fought with each other, but they still love each other so much and will always come back to each other and offer support no matter what they're facing. And Ladybug now fully realised this. The coup de foudre isn't her suddenly falling in love with Chat like she had Adrien, it's the culmination of all that she knows about her partner and just how much he means to her becoming too much to ignore. Adrien rejected her expectation of being a mean person like Chloe by showing his kindness and vulnerability. But now Chat has rejected her assumption that he would give up on her by remaining faithfully loyal to her.

She's fallen so low but he helps her stand again and see her surroundings, that she's not alone. Also the wall is fucking gone! It's a beautiful scene and I am still sobbing over it.

This season has left me feral. I can no longer be reintroduced to society for I am a love square mess and will bite/scream/cry/laugh every time I think of them now.

#nobody touch me #i am a sobbing mess #i love them #ml spoilers #ml strike back #ml s4 #ml s4 spoilers #ask Selkie

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lampmeeting · 3 years ago

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“don’t be embarrassed, it happens to all of us“ For Hammertooth please?

of course!! :3c thank you!

(emetophobia warning btw, nothing graphic)

Toki took really good care of his hair. Or, probably more accurately, a team of klokateers did. It was healthy, shiny, not a split end in sight, and it had a way of falling perfectly so matter how Toki tilted his head or fussed with it. Magnus didn't want to say he was jealous necessarily. But it seemed an unattainable thing of beauty, something not meant for mere morals such as he.

Tonight was an exception.

Now, Magnus carded the silken locks through his long fingers, gathering it reverently in his hands to keep it out of harm's way.

Toki gripped the toilet seat and lurched forward again as an entire night's worth of drinks worked its way out of him. He moaned and sobbed into the bowl, still too drunk to really realize what was happening.

"That's it, bud," Magnus said quietly.

After a minute Toki could only dry heave. He trembled and sniffled and drooled into the toilet. What a mess. And the night had been going okay until they found a bar doing dollar jello shots, and of course by then Toki was too far gone to heed his advice about how many to have. It was always tough to tell Toki no when the guy was enjoying himself.

Toki wiped his mouth across his forearm, leaving a trail of ick on his skin. He needed to get washed up. Luckily the convenience store they'd ducked into wasn't as gross as it could've been, and the sink seemed clean enough.

Still holding Toki's hair back, Magnus fished one of the hair ties from his pocket and managed a decent ponytail. He'd been hoping the hair ties would come in handy for something else that night, but that ship had sailed a couple hours ago.

"Mmmagnus...?"

"Hey. I'm here."

"I...I thinks Toki throws up everywheres..."

"Nah, you got good aim," Magnus said, reaching to flush the toilet. "Proud of you."

Toki whimpered, sniffled, and dissolved into tears again. "Sorries--I-I'm sorries, Magnus, I didn'ts wants to...to..."

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I know. Stand up with me, c'mon."

Hoisting Toki to his feet wasn't easy, but it happened. After some struggling and shaking, Toki slumped against the sink and let Magnus work him over with wet paper towels and runny pink hand soap. The front of his shirt got soaked, and when he noticed he cried harder.

"Ohh...ams ruineds..."

"Shhh. Drink some water."

Magnus watched Toki cup a few handfuls of tepid public bathroom water into his mouth, feeling miserably sympathetic about the whole thing. He'd definitely been in Toki's position more times than he cared to admit. And alone, too.

Toki coughed up some of the water but he seemed to handle it all right. Magnus grabbed another paper towel to dry his dripping mustache.

"So stupids, Magnus, I'm sorries," Toki whined. "Reallies ams... ams embarrasseds you sees this..."

"Don't be embarrassed, buddy, it happens to all of us."

Toki's chin trembled. "I knows, b-but... now you thinks Toki amn'ts cool and-and you won'ts wants to hangs out with meeeeeeehehe--" His last syllable stretched into another high-pitched sob, and he crumpled into Magnus' chest.

"Jesus, Toki." Magnus shushed him and rubbed his back. "I already knew you were a sloppy fucking drunk. This ain't news. I still like you, man."

"...reallies?" came a small voice, muffled in chest hair.

"Yes, reallies. Hey, c'mon. Knock off the water works, everything's fine."

Toki lifted his damp face from Magnus' chest. His eyes were glassy and red, nose running, cheeks ruddy from how hard he'd been scrubbed with papers towels. He should've looked disgusting, but he didn't. He was still beautiful, still perfect. His ponytail lay draped picturesquely over his shoulder, unsullied by the night's events. Damn him for making it look easy.

"Let's get outta here," Magnus said. "You should eat something."

"Can...cans we gets Jacks in the Box tacos?"

Magnus actually laughed, though he tried to hide it by pulling Toki in close again and kissing the top of his head. In spite of everything, the guy still smelled of strawberry shampoo.

"I'm getting you crackers and a 7-Up."

Toki sighed gently into Magnus' jacket. "...I likes sevensup."

"I know you do, buddy. I know."

#metalocalypse #hammertooth #toki wartooth #magnus hammersmith #my writing #for real thanks for this prompt!!!

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years ago

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The Deal Part Three

Summary: august doesn't know how to lose.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Slight Smut, Mentioned Threesomes, M/M, M/F/M, poly relationship, Toys, Seduction, Dom Sub, BDSM, Praise Kink, Swearing.

August hummed running a finger back and forth on the rim of his glass as he watched the screen,you were on the bed rocking onto your new toy like crazy.

"She really does this everyday?" Clark asked from beside him with a frown, but august could see the kid was turned on, licking and biting his lip as you fucked yourself desperately with your new vibrator.

"Everyday, for a week now..." august hummed twisting his chair to and fro flicking his gaze from the subby on screen to the soon to be sub sat beside him.

"... am i? Am i not enough?" Clark asked tentatively blinking at agaust in a way that made the agent smile smugly.

"Its not that kid, shes gone without playing our game for soo long she forgot how addictive it is, how much she needs it" he explained.

"Needs? Have... i mean shes missed it?" Clark uttered feeling less confident in his ability to satisfy you by the second.

"Probably not, well not untill our little experiment"

"Why?" Clark asked still not understanding

"Being a sub is... more then just sex, subs need to submit its therapeutic for them... when in a scene they just let themselves go, all worry and stress disappear. All they need to do is live in the moment and obey" august began slowly as he stopped swaying his chair and faced clark head on pinning him with a look.

It was there, the curiosity. Good. Its what he hoped for, it was why he'd called clark there to 'catch up'

It was time to make his move, top the man of steel whilst having you making your own little porno in the background to help things along.

"So she cant truly relax without it?" Clark muttered still unaware of the agents motives.

"In a sense yes. She craves being dominated, its as natural to her as being a goody two shoes is for you" august purred placing his drink on the glass computer table fendingnoff a smirk as clark took the bait.

"Hey! Im not a goody two shoes-" the kryptonian grunted offended.

But august was prepared, he'd planned this meeting meticulously and his anwser rolled off his tongue with a laugh.

"Your thirty five years old and have absolutly no run ins with the law, no parking fines no speeding tickets hell you never even had a single detention in your entire shcool life! Or have you handed in an assignment or book report in late"

"But i killed a man- i took a life" clark tried to argue but was waed off with another laugh.

"Zod was no man, he was a fucking alien... no offence, you took a life to save billions... so its not really making you a badass"

"Lazer vision is pretty badass..." clark huffed slumping back in his seat now looking like a classic putig brat.

"Oh? Is my litttle clark sulking?" August cooed gravely voice making clark pause at the sultry tone... he must be hearing things.

"Im not sulking! And im not your anything!" Clark growled snapping at the agent.

"Behave yourself!" August growled leveling him with a look, and couldnt help smirk again as clark shut himself up and flushed.

Your desperate cries called out over the moniter as you rutting onto the toy the wet sounds adding to the scene.

Clark flushed finalky turning away from august making the agent preen. Oh he had him in the palm of his hand already~

"Good boy. You are arent you? A very good boy clark- the best" august purred leaning forward gazing at the younger man with a cheshire grin, that only grew wider as clark flushed brighter and shuddered.

"I.. err well yes" clark panted shiftingnin his seat tryingmto keep his eyes on the screen as you wailed and yelped trying to draw out a climax.

"Oh whats this? Your going all shy on me? Tell me is it because i called you a good boy~ do you like praise clark?" Augusut grinned leaning closer still to the now frozen younger male

"N-no its err... i should go-" clark started shuffljng backwards needing to get out of here, because it was true. He loved praise especially in the bedroom, he loved being told how good he was.

August purringnat him whilst he eyes were fixed on you rollingnaroundnin bed toying yourslef into a sexual frenzie was... making him think of thingsnhe probably shouldnt.

"No. Sit, stay... thats it, theres nothing to be embarrassed about, many powerful men enjoy being praised" August growled latching onto clarks arms holding them to the arms of the seat.

"Being taken care of, told what to do~" august purred standing befor the mighty man of steel leaning close to his face.

Clark gulped but didnt move back, he didnt pull away like he should have.

Instead he eyed augusts lips, clark had the overwhelming urge to.aste them.

It confused him, he'd never ever dabbled in same sex relationships, never experimented. Never shared a woman with another before that fatefull night.

But for some reason august was apealing, drawing clark in. August was apble to overpower him, not physically but he commanded obedience.

August held a dangerous cocksure demeanor that clark rarely saw.

"Is that what you want? Clark~ do you want to be controlled and praised just once? More then once?" August hummed dippjng closer and closer, clark couldnt help tipp his head up.

"Y/n is always such a brat. Just look at her, desperately trying to fuck herself into a coma, despite knowing we hadnt allowed her to touch her pussy" august pulled the pffice chair clark was sat in to closer to him, making the kryptonian drown in his scent, the cologne and sweet arousal that was alreading sworling arohnd him.

Clark swallowed dryly, unsure what was happeningnto him, the sounds of yu moaning a crying ot so sweetly, the praise and authority radiating off august in waves.

It was the same dominant aura and comanding deep voice that had made crks cock twitch in both threesomes they had indulged.

Clark had tried denying it at the time, convincing himslef he was cuaght up in the erotic forbidden act. It was just a thrill of the moment thing. It didnt bmean he wanted the older dominating alpha male and all his bravado.

August grinned shifting forward again filling clarks vision, for a human auguast was large, almost as large as he was.

"Sure she'll listen when she feels like it but... I can't help thinking she needs a role model..." clark hummed absentmidely nodding agreeing falling further into his own haze.

"Someone else to show her how she should behave... someone who will get rewarded for being soo good... maybe a good boy?" August purred finally taking the plunge and weaving jis way around the man. His words coiling around the younger male ensnareing him in his carefully constructed web of teasing words.

Clakr gasped as his chin was captured by the agent forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Would you like that clark? Do you want to be not just a good boy, but my good boy-our good boy?" The words hung in the air, winding the man of steel.

"W-what?" He stuttered tryingnto fathom what the older man meant. But couldnt deny the excitment in his gut.

Did he mean it? Would he really include clark in this kink? Make it official and let these forbidden threesomes continue?

"Oh dont play coy, i know what your thinking~ its natural to be curious, just think we could all be one~" august whispered movjng his thumb over clarks bottom lip.

"We could all play together and all get what we need." He purred smirking as clark gave all the right signs, eyes wide, pupils blown wide shifting in his seat as he cock rose, curtesy of both his praise and the loud wanton moans from you bringing yourslef to the edge of rapture yet again.

"You get the praise and love of a little brat, and a strict dom, y/n gets a role model, a dom and keeps her life partner" august listed shifting on his feet again reeling clark in with low coos full of promise.

The agent curled his hand, cupping clarks cheek coaxing him closer luring his face closer.

"A-And you?" Clark dared to utter, feeling both excited, anxious and overwhelmed, he wanted nothing but to jump at the chance, but was frightened at the same time.

He would admit he'd been a little jealous of all the praise you'd got from august in both encounters.

Closingnhis eyes imagining it was him! That the older influential man had been calljng him a good boy, had been teling him how impressed he was, how proud he was!

Clark was embarrassed and had quickly shook away the desperate thoughts. He wasnt gay, why would he have such thoughts?

He summarised he was just too needy and had gone without. You told him how brilliant and big he was, how sexy and strong and fantastic he is in the bedroom but... with august it was different.

The older male praised down at him! Cooing and fussing at him in a different way. Treated him like a sub and clark liked it. Probably too mucn.

"I get the little brat i've been missing and a very very good boy"

"So what do you say, do you want to let go? Be free and experience things you'd only dreamt of?" August preened keeping clarks attention fixed on him asmhe manipulated him, august had noticed clark had a praise kink.

A weakness. A need who was august to pass up useing the little kink to get the subby he wanted~

"I...I'm..." clark hesitated looking passed august to you on the screen who was digging around beside your bed looking for something.

"All you have to do is say the words clark, just say yes sir and you can have all the pleasure and praise you could ever hope for~ both you and y/n we could make this permanent"

"See look? Just watch, y/n needs her dom, needs to be tamed again we could do it clark... you can show her how to be good again~" august breathed over clarks cheek side steppjng him to reveal the screen.

And clark did look, groaning as he saw that you had rolled over and was straddling a different suction cup dildo stuck to a little hand mirror face up on the bed slapping your own ass as you bounced frantically.

"Just say those words and we can help her together" august hummed into his ear like the devil on his shoulder, tempting him

Clark gasped feeling augusts breath on his neck, his wisters ghosting the delicat skin.

Then in a bold move the older man pressed a soft feather light kiss to the kryptonian's neck.

And it worked

"I... y-yes, can we? Please sir" clark breathed out stuttering and jumbling his words unable to hold back his pleading.

"Good boy clark~ such a good seet boy you are~ i knew it, knew youd be brave enough, you've made me soo proud" august showered him with praise biting off a victorious grin.

Clark mewled closingnhis eyes for a second beaming a smile feeling this strange relaxation take over, suddenly he felt free, and small.

It was a feeling he craved, being the strongest all the time was a heavy burden to bare, now he could feel powerless for once.

August chuckled and pressed another kiss to clark this time on his cheek making the younger male's cheeks glow.

August couldnt get enough, the power trip of having the man of steel under his command was far to intoxicating.

"Now why dont you go get our little brat and we can tie her up and show her that good subby's get rewards" august prompted him stepping around clark completely letti g himstand up.

Clark nodded and shot off out onto the balcony and leapt into the sky eagwr to please his new dom and do as he was told.

August took his seat agin wrappjng his fingers around his glass of scotch and raised the glass to the screen that now had both his subs onscreen, as clark wrangled you into his arms wrapping the bedsheet arohnd you.

"Mission accomplished" he hummed smirking as clark wrapped you in your soiled bedsheet before you both disappeared off screen.

He stood and knocked back the last of his drink and padded across the pent house heading to the play room just as he heard both of hos little subs land and enter his home.

#henry cavill #clark kent x you #clark kent x August Walker #august walker #clark kent #august walker x you #august walker x y/n #clark kent x y/n #august walker x clark kent x y/n #oh for fic sake headcannon

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