#beyonce fanfic

[damiansgoodgirll]

So girl, I’ve seen Beyonce is your favourite singer and she’s my favourite singer so could you please write Reader where she is a huge fan and she’s part of the judgment day and more like Rhea and Damian, she reacts to the album with them and they can’t understand like the hype or something like that because they are not into that genre and like reader has some crazy reaction.

Please it would be so fun! Thank you so my queen 🐝❤️

please, i always imagined what would their reactions be to beyonce or singers they don’t listen to lol, i’m so happy to make this request!

notes : i love rock music and metal too! i just needed to make reader a beyhive and make her hating metal music (please forgive me), also listen to this masterpiece thank you!

damian priest x reader x rhea ripley (PLATONIC)

cowboys

you always loved sharing car rides and hotel rooms with your teammates, especially damian and rhea. they were the first people to ask you to join them in the judgment day, seeing your potential in nxt and being barely twenty one, they wanted to give you a bigger opportunity and so they took you under their protective wing.

finn and dom were nice too, they helped you growing in your skills in the past year and they all took a liking in you but you had a bigger connection with rhea and damian.

they always pushed you, making you reach goals you thought were impossible and you couldn’t thank them enough.

there was one thing you didn’t like about them.

their favourite type of music.

rock. metal. punk. whatever they were listening to. you just couldn’t handle it. there was just one rock song you liked and it was beyoncé’s “don’t hurt yourself” rock song.

so long car rides with them were always a torture. you tried to make conversation most of the time but when it was a 7 hour ride, eventually you would finish topics and so you had to listen to them singing or more - screaming - to their songs.

they usually let you choose one or two songs, but that was it. and everytime you would choose rihanna or beyonce they would take over it.

finn once told you that metal heads only cared about their favourite music. the rest was trash for them. you didn’t believe him at first, thinking he was only overreacting but in this year you realised how right he was.

it’s like they were allergic to beyonce.

but tonight, oh, tonight it was going to be your night.

you were currently in the same hotel room as they were as rhea wanted to share a room with you all. you knew what was coming at midnight and so you asked multiple times to have a separate room from them, you didn’t give them explanations but rhea wasn’t having it.

so, a huge bedroom with two kings sized bed - one for damian and the other one for rhea and you - and a huge tv with all the apps you needed, spotify included was what you got.

the shock came when the track list dropped a day prior, letting you know that there were going to be 27 songs.

they can barely handle one song, how were they going to react to 27 songs?

you still didn’t ask them, as whatever band rhea was playing on spotify - probably motionless in white - were blasting in the room and you were currently fidgeting with your fingers.

the best guess was probably that they would leave you alone for two hours or so. maybe going at the gym or somewhere else. the worst guess was that they probably would laugh at you and telling you no. that would be the worst because you had been waiting for this album since the announcement day and you were already excited at the thought of a new beyonce album.

fifteen minutes to the album drop and you were already imagining yourself leaving the room to go somewhere else to listen to the album.

“guys!” you called for their attention. you were sitting on the bed next to rhea and damian, who were playing some cards game.

“you okay?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“i have something to ask you…”

“go on” rhea’s curios faced looked at you. rhea always liked the way you got shy around them, even if you had been with them for the past year. she kinda knew what you were going to ask, as you had been fangirling about the album with bianca belair for the past two weeks but still, she wanted to hear you asking them. deep down she knew she couldn’t say no to you.

damian, on the other hand, had no idea and he probably was going to have a heart attack at your request.

“so…i have a request…and for once i would like - uhm…i would like that you would consider my feelings” you struggled at first making rhea slightly chuckle.

“did we do something?” damian’s worried expression looked at you.

“no no no, you didn’t do anything to me…uhm…it came out wrong” you said “so, uhm…i don’t know if you know, probably not, but beyoncé’s new album drops in like ten minutes now and - uhm…since we’ve been listening to metal music all day long and i haven’t complained once - i would like to ask you if you could let me listen the album here? like, i know it’s not your type of music but i would really love to listen it here and not going like in the gym or somewhere else…since we have spotify and stuff…” you asked.

rhea was smirking and damian was very much confused.

“that’s it?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“why were you so scared to ask us that?” damian asked you this time.

“i wasn’t scared…”

“yes you were” he pointed out. he kinda felt bad that you had to ask them such a simple thing. yes, he knew beyonce wasn’t his music but he couldn’t see why it was a thing to ask.

“so?” rhea asked “you kinda looked scared”

“it’s not that. it’s just i know it’s not your type of music and you always act dramatic when finn or i ask if we can listen to something else so i thought it was going to be a problem for you”

“we always let you put your songs on” damian said.

“yes, and then you and rhea talk over it”

“oh” he said “i didn’t mean to do that i promise”

“okay…” you smiled “so you really are going to listen beyonce with me?”

“yeah, i mean, i don’t think 13 or 14 songs could hurt us” rhea joked and damian laughed too.

“actually…it’s 27 songs”

“what!?” the both screamed, making you chuckle.

“you still have five minutes to back up because the album is about to drop” you said as you were searching beyonce on spotify.

you observed the way rhea and damian looked at each others. definitely not ready for the outcome. but rhea couldn’t help but notice how excited you were about the album, and how you were happy with it. just a small thing that made you the happiest she ever saw you.

“here we go!” you almost screamed jumping back on the bed, sat between rhea and damian as you were about to press play when you saw the album popping up on her spotify home “are you ready?”

“wait…is it a country album?” damian asked and you nodded.

“you should have gave us a little more of infos about what kind of death we have to die…” rhea added a little dramatic, making you laugh.

“oh shut up! it’s gonna be great!” you said pressing play.

you were in tears after the first minute of ameriican requiem and now damian and rhea thought you were the dramatic one.

it got worse when beyoncé’s cover of jolene started as you always loved that song growing up.

“so she stealing songs?” damian murmured, earning a side look from rhea and punch in his stomach from you “okay i apologise”

the death of you was when daughter started, you knew beyonce was capable of anything but opera? the italian part? you were a crying mess, and even though neither of them were understanding the hype around beyonce, they couldn’t deny she was a great artist.

they were a little shocked when they saw you crying over her songs and they didn’t know what to do. if they should console you or letting you cry in peace.

“oh she’s doing it again!” you screamed when spaghetti started.

“doing what?” rhea whispered never getting a reply back.

you were crying and then you were not.

they felt like they were babysitting a baby.

damian was trying to stay awake just for you and rhea was kinda amused by the reactions you were having to her songs.

ya ya made you start jumping on the bed, tyrant made you feel like you were a porn star and ii hand ii heaven made you cry all over again.

one hour and a half later the album was over and you couldn’t believe the masterpiece beyonce just dropped.

“so?” you asked them, noticing their confused looks “did you like it?”

they knew they couldn’t say no because you looked too happy and they didn’t want to ruin your mood but they couldn’t say yes because - country? - definitely not their genre.

“i gave up after the jolene cover” damian joked, earning another side look from rhea “joking joking…it was interesting”

“rhea?” you turned to her and now she was speechless.

“uhm…yeah, it was an experience” she smiled at you, making you smile too.

you were happy with their reactions so you went all to bed.

two days later

another car ride. another show. another hotel room to be shared with damian and rhea.

you hit the shower first, tired of the trip you just had, you wanted to relax a bit before going to bed.

“your body laid out on these filthy floors

your bloodstains on my custom coutures

bathroom attendant let me right in

she was a big fan”

came from the bedroom. except it wasn’t spotify.

“they keep saying that i ain’t nothing like my father

but i’m the furthest thing from choir boys and altars

if you cross me i’m just like my father

i am colder than titanic water”

you heard damian singing.

he was singing beyonce. the opera song. they really thought you couldn’t hear them so they kept singing or more like, whispering, but you would catch a someone singing a beyonce song even in the loudest crowd.

rhea joining him too was something else.

you really couldn’t believe that but you pretended nothing happened because you knew you would have ruined their egos.

damian and rhea singing beyonce?

no one would believe that.

but you did.

and that was enough for you.

[youdrewstarsxaroundmyscars]

Sirius spent 12 years in azkaban because he didn't thank beyonce dumbledore

[lunaabahng]

I literally dreamed all this, I hope you like it

first time writing smut in eng soooo its not perfect obv, but i tried. hope you are going to like it :))

You, a skilled soldier, reunites with your childhood friend, König, who once confessed his love to you before y'all both joined the military. Now serving alongside Task Force 141—and developing a deep connection with Ghost—you find yourself caught between your past and present as both men compete for you.

You barely had time to catch your breath as you slipped into the quiet briefing room. You’d been sent here to wait for some intel, and the room was supposed to be empty. Instead, two towering figures loomed near the table: Ghost and König.

König’s eyes met yours first. The hint of softness and nostalgia in his expression was unmistakable. You would recognize those eyes everywhere. You could almost see the shy, gangly boy you’d once defended, the boy who confessed his feelings the night before he left for the military. Memories of his voice—trembling but earnest—whispering his love for you filled your mind. Memories of the night comes back, one of your best nights.

And then, of course, there was Ghost.

He stood nearby, arms crossed, his mask pulled low as always, but his intense eyes pierced right through you. He didn’t know your history with König, but he was Ghost, and he was never one to miss tension in a room. And he could sense it, alright. His gaze flickered between you and König, sharp and assessing. Ghost wasn’t one to share.

The silence was thick.

“König,” you said, your voice softer than you’d intended. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”

His stare was unwavering, that same vulnerability from years ago beneath the surface, though he was almost unrecognizable now: a towering force, hardened and capable, and his face covered by his mask. "Ja, it’s been... a while.” There was a hint of hesitancy, a side only you knew. “I’m glad to see you again."

Ghost’s eyes narrowed slightly at König's tone. “So, you two know each other,” he stated, voice calm but with an edge.

König’s gaze flickered to Ghost before returning to you. "Yes. A long time ago.” There was an unspoken and then some in his tone.

Ghost’s lips curved ever so slightly beneath his mask, an almost mocking smile. “Old friends, huh?”

You could almost feel König tense. Memories came rushing back—the times you’d protected him, fought for him, felt closer to him than to anyone. But that was before Ghost, before you’d felt the quiet thrill of being by his side, of trading subtle, electrifying glances in the middle of dangerous missions.

“I think she was more than that,” König murmured, stepping forward just enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his form. “We looked out for each other, didn’t we?”

Ghost’s eyebrow raised. “Oh, did you?” He tilted his head, his eyes flashing with that possessive glint you’d come to know.

König clenched his jaw. “I wasn’t here before. But I am now.” He turned his attention fully to you, lowering his voice, his eyes softening. “Maybe it’s time to pick up where we left off, ja?”

The tension was overwhelming, two forces closing in from either side. You could feel Ghost’s gaze boring into you, daring you to choose. But König’s eyes, vulnerable and intense, told a different story—a history, a promise, and the quiet, persistent love he’d held onto all this time.

“Who says I need to choose?” you murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. Both men stilled, caught off guard by the boldness of your words.

König’s eyes widened, and Ghost’s were unreadable, but you caught a flicker of something like amusement. He gave a slow nod, crossing his arms again, a hint of approval in his stance.

And as you stood there, caught between your past and present, you realized maybe—just maybe—you didn’t have to let go of either. And you didn't.

“What do you have in mind?” König asked, intrigued.

“Let’s see if I can handle both of you,” you replied, the challenge igniting the air around you.

Ghost caught the glimmer of mischief in your eyes and smiled, sensing the shift in the dynamic. “I think you can handle it just fine,” he chimed in, his eyes roaming over your entire body.

“We only have one way to find out,” you say, not even knowing yourself where all this bold courage was coming from.

But you knew one thing. You wanted them both. Your heart pounds hard, each breath heavier than the last. Your eyes shift from one to the other, and though you try to keep a calm expression, inside, a desire grows that you can no longer hide—at least from yourself: you want them both. In every way possible.

It’s not just attraction; it’s something deeper, more urgent. You can’t decide, and you don’t even want to. Forbidden fantasies flash through your mind, the thought of their hands on you, their bodies pressing against yours, igniting a fire that you can’t extinguish. You envision the way their eyes darken with desire, how they both challenge you, and how exhilarating it feels to be at the center of their attention.

As they stand close, the air thick with tension, you can sense the unspoken competition between them, each vying for your affection in their own way. You feel exhilarated and terrified all at once. Your pulse quickens as you realize that they might be aware of the way you feel, the way your body reacts to each of them.

What if you surrendered to this? What if you let go of your inhibitions and embraced the chaos? You could have both, the thought dances enticingly in your mind. The thrill of the possibility sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to give in to your desires, to let them both claim you in their own ways.

You catch their eyes, and in that moment, you see a flicker of understanding pass between them. A silent acknowledgment that whatever happens next will change everything. The desire burns brighter, and the weight of your longing feels almost tangible.

Would they be willing to share? The idea is intoxicating, making your heart race even faster. You can feel the heat radiating from them, the way they both draw you in, compelling you to make a choice—or perhaps to embrace the wildness of wanting it all.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. Whatever happens next, you know you’re ready to explore this tension and the undeniable attraction that binds you all together.

König closed the distance, his hand brushing against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. “Are you sure?” His fingers trailed down to your waist, teasingly resting there. “'Cause if you're, I'm gonna take advantage of that.”

You looked up at him, your breath hitching as you felt the warmth of his body against yours. His fingers lingered, a gentle yet firm touch that made you lean closer, wanting more.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Ghost leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. His mask concealed most of his face, but his eyes burned with intensity, watching every move you and König made. There was a mixture of intrigue and possessiveness in his gaze that made your heart race even faster.

“Careful, König,” Ghost called out, his voice steady but with a hint of playful warning. “You might get burned.”

König chuckled, never breaking his gaze from you. “I think I can handle a little heat.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a rush of warmth through you. “Besides, I like to play with fire.”

With a playful glint in his eye, he pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. “What do you say we make this a little more interesting?” His fingers tightened around your waist, his smirk widening. “I can give you a little fun, and Ghost can watch.”

You glanced at Ghost, who remained silent, but his eyes sparkled with amusement and interest. There was something exhilarating about the idea of being in this moment with both of them, the thrill of their attention on you igniting something deep within.

“Are you up for it?” Konig asked, his voice smooth and inviting. You nodded, a playful smile creeping across your face.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you challenged, heart racing with anticipation.

As König moved closer, his eyes couldn't stop from moving. He continued to watch you, not knowing where to rest his gaze. Noticing his nervousness, you decided to take the initiative.

König hissed as soon as you cupped his erection, gently rubbing your palm up and down the smooth surface of his bulge, hidden behind the silky fabric of his suit.

“I've missed you,” he whispered, while you kneel. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

Your hands move to König’s duty belt and you unclasp it, then work to free his cock from his pants. Precum is already beading at the tip and you gently run your tongue along it, tasting him as he groans his approval, one gloved hand running through your hair. You take his length into your mouth, sucking gently as your hands wander along his black shirt just under his tactical vest.

“Oh fuck, Meine Schatz….”

You look up at him as you continue at a slow pace, meeting his hooded eyes as he gazes down at you with pure adoration. Just the sound of his voice sends even more waves of pleasure straight to your core. 

“Good girl,” he reached behind your head, gesturing for you to get your warm lips around his dick already. Your tongue sent shivers up König spine, his hand shaking from the gesture as he pushed his length into your mouth. “Fuck, yeah, I—”

You hum in approval, sparing a glance at him and his dick. He hadn’t touched you yet, not fully, but the way he looked at you was enough to unravel you. You’re just teasing him, his grasp on your head gets tighter and tighter and his little whines and moans slip faster and faster.

You had almost forgot about Ghost, when suddenly you felt someone behind you. You got distracted by his presence, but König brings you back to him immediately. “Don't stop please, keep—fucking me maus. Keep sucking me s-so good… this cock is all yours, all yours maus… keep it up.”

“Isn't she a good girl, König?” Ghost's eyes are black with desire. You can feel them even if you can’t see him. His hands start to touch you, almost as if he's afraid of hurting you. He slips his hands under your shirt and begins to play with the strap of your bra.

“She's my good girl,” König answer, moaning as he feels the rhythm quicken. You started using your tongue.

“Are you sure?” Ghost's tease, and you can feel his hands on your tits. He start play with your nipples.

König grip tighter on your head, “you were mine. Tell him how you liked it. How you loved it.”

You pull your mouth off his cock, “can y'all stop bickering and start to touch me?”

Ghost doesn't need to be told twice. He helps you up and guides you to the table where he sits you down and place himself between your legs. He takes off your shirt and starts playing with your breasts. König, still where you left him, starts touching himself while watching you and Ghost. You liked it.

With a smirk you take Ghost's face into your hands, and, slowly, you lifted the mask just enough to reveal the lower half of his face, his lips curving into a teasing smile.

You giggle softly, wrapping your arms around Ghost's neck and pulling him closer to you, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. His hands found their way to your waist, fingers gently tracing along the fabric your naked body, igniting a spark of electricity between you.

As he leaned in, his breath mingled with yours, the tension in the air thickening. You could sense König eyes, his presence a silent but powerful force, watching with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

“Are you going to keep me waiting?” Ghost teased, his lips brushing against yours, just a whisper away. You couldn’t resist any longer; you leaned in, closing the gap between you.

Your lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that quickly deepened as you melted against him. Ghost responded eagerly, his hands gripping your waist tighter, pulling you closer as the kiss ignited a fire within you. You felt his warmth, his strength, and it made you crave more.

Over his shoulder, you could feel König's gaze piercing into you, watching intently, his presence both comforting and electrifying. As the kiss between Ghost and you intensifies, your eyes drift to König, and you look at him. His dark eyes shine with desire and curiosity, piercing through you like fire, and the tension between the three of you is palpable. Your heart races in your chest, acutely aware of the power you hold in this situation.

Ghost holds you close, his hand sliding down your back as he deepens the kiss, and you feel the passion escalating. But despite the intensity of the moment, you can’t help but keep your gaze fixed on König. There’s something magnetic about him, and the way he watches you makes you feel alive and desired.

König steps forward slowly, his eyes locked onto your face. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice deep and warm. “That’s why I can’t look away.”

Ghost breaks the kiss, turning his attention to König with a smirk. “You’re not the only one who thinks so,” he says, his tone playful but laced with a hint of possessiveness.

König chuckles softly, his gaze still on you. “Maybe we should share a moment, then,” he suggests, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You feel the heat radiating between the two men, each offering you something different yet equally tantalizing. The tension in the air thickens as you stand at the crossroads of desire, and you’re not sure how you want to proceed.

Ghost leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “What do you say? We could have some fun together,” he says, his dark eyes flickering with mischief and longing.

In a moment, you’re standing in front of them, almost all naked, the air thick with tension and desire. With a swift motion, Ghost has you lying back on the table, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve as he revels in the control he has over you. He has stripped you bare, leaving you vulnerable and exposed, and the thrill of it sends shivers down your spine.

His fingers dance teasingly across your skin, igniting fire wherever he touches. You gasp as he plays with your clit and your body responds eagerly to his every caress, the heat between you palpable.

Meanwhile, König approaches the end of the table, his expression a mix of desire and mischief. He watches you with hungry eyes, his body taut with anticipation. “I see you’re enjoying yourself,” he says, his voice deep and smooth.

He positions himself at the edge of the table, and with a boldness that sends a thrill through you, he reaches down, guiding his member towards your lips. “Open up for me,” he commands softly, the authority in his voice making your heart race.

You follow his command, parting your lips as he slowly pushes himself inside your mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, and you feel him fill you completely, each inch igniting your desire further.

Ghost watches with a smirk, his hands still exploring your body as you work your mouth around König. The combination of their attention—Ghost’s teasing touch and König’s commanding presence—pushes you to the edge of ecstasy. You can feel the heat radiating from both men, their desires intertwining with yours, creating a whirlwind of passion that pulls you deeper into the moment.

“Look at you,” Ghost murmurs, his voice low and filled with lust. “Such a good girl, taking him like that.” The praise makes you feel even more exhilarated, and you respond with soft moans, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through König as he continues to thrust into your mouth.

As you glance up at König, you see the pleasure etched on his face, the way he’s lost in the moment. The heat of the situation intensifies, and you know that this night is just beginning, filled with exploration and desire that you’re eager to discover.

When Ghost starts eating you out, using his tongue, you find yourself bucking your hips into his face, almost too enthusiastically.

“You're so wet”, he grabs your thighs and pulls you even closer, sticking his tongue in your hole before dragging it up to circle your clit messily.

The stimulation on your clit makes you cum on his face, and you try shoving him off of you, but it's no use. This hulking mass of a man stays with his tongue buried in your pussy, and it's too much in the best way possible. You're overstimulated and shaky; he takes your clit between his lips and sucks like it's a lollipop, and you moan loudly, for how much König's dick let you.

“Look at me,” König orders, but Ghost doesn't let you.

At this point, the noises he makes are louder than yours. He's licking up every drop of your wetness and soaking his face in your juices. You try to lock your legs together so he can't reach your overstimulated pussy, but he pries them apart and continue to play with you.

König is jealous. He looked down at you, eyes ice yet possessing a warmth he held only for you. He take off his dick from your mouth, and reached down after lifting up his mask, pressing an uncoordinated but possessive kiss to your lips. His breath fanned your face, uneven.

Ghost watches you get comfy, reaching up to finally play with your nipple again. Your moans make it so much worse. They’re so whiny, and he knows that this isn’t enough for you—he knows you need his fat cock, fucking into you at a pace with a certain roughness you oh so love.

So he get away from your wet clit, and starts lowering his pants. You moan on König's mouth, while Ghost's hand reaches for his cock, holding it at the base and nudging the tip at you clit. He rubs the tip continuously at it, occasionally running through your hole.

You instinctively open your legs wider for him, moaning as you feel wetness pool out of your pussy. He eases himself inside you, breathing heavily at how you clamp down on him immediately.

Feeling how incredibly tight you are, Ghost grips your waist for support, pulling you closer to sink himself deeper into you. You flutter around him so sweetly, welcoming his cock with such warmth and pleasure that it has him lost for words.

Soon enough, he pounds away at you, hitting your sweet spot that pushes you to let out some cute little bleats. While you were losing your mind being fucked by his cock, König started touch himself close to your mouth; you could take it all in your mouth, but everytime you tried, Ghost fasted his moves, making you moan in pleasure.

König watched you, a mix of jealousy and excitement in his eyes. Without giving you time to recover from a moan, he pushed his member into your mouth and and starts to move quickly, almost making you choke. His fingers grip your hair, and he starts to command your movements.

You must remind yourself to breathe through your nose and tamp down on the primal instinct to choke as he begins to fuck your face. “Good girl— shit.” When you chance an upwards look, König’s head is tilted back in pleasure.

But it's when Ghost combines his fingers, rubbing at your clit, with his hard thrusts that you finally scream so loud. “Ghost!”

“Cum with me.” He says so stoically. And you do.

Ghost don't pulls out, he became more hungry, and start going for a second round, not giving you the time to rest. You moan, call his name, stopping just when König put his dick into your mouth, again. Your moans vibrate around his sensitive flesh, sparking a fresh wave of salty pre-cum to mix with the messy saliva drooling all over your tits.

His dick twitches when he picks up the pace, hips meeting your face more forcefully. “Think— fuck, think you can take the rest?” König pants. When you think you might flash him a dirty look, he intentionally guides your face up to thrust the blunt, thick tip of his cock against your soft palate. He’s making you choke just because he can.

Your hands weakly braced on his shins, König slips himself a few inches further into your throat. “Gonna make me come in your mouth if you’re not careful, maus.” It wouldn’t be physically possible for any human to deep-throat this man. You change tactics in your determination to at least try.

Succumbing, giving in, letting him chase his release as he groans and tells you how wonderful you are, all of that helps open your throat up as far as it can go. König doesn’t slow down or anything, not really. But as he speaks, as he thrusts his cock between your bruised lips, he tucks some stray hair out of your face.

Ghost’s gasping, exhaling hard through his nose while he tries to re-adjust. The feeling of you squeezing him is unbearable. “You want it? Yeah?” You nod.

 “You’re— fuck, fuck that’s incredible,” König tells you, “I’m coming—” He chokes out before spilling salty cum down your throat and fucking it in with a few prolonging thrusts. You like watching him come, his eyes meet yours. You pull back first with a sputtering cough. Neither a clean swallow nor a graceful spit is available to you right now, not after the volume of sticky white cum in your mouth and the critical lack of oxygen you endured for the sake of it. “Fuck, you're so beautiful with my cum on your face.”

You can only smile, before Ghost found your g-spot and start fucking you harder. König huffs “When he finishes, you’re gonna get up here, and sit that pretty, needy cunt on my face. Understand?”

“Yes,” you manage to whisper, while Ghost's hips snap into your ass, aiming viciously for your g-spot.

“You’ll come again. Like this,” he orders. Yessir.

König, wanting to get include, stars playing with your clit. He kissess you too. He keeps his fingers on your clit at the same pressure, same speed, and it feels so good that you’re going to start sobbing at any second. Your knees are about to give out, and Ghost’s thrusts get wilder, messier.

“Come. Come for me.”

Cunt spasming on his dick, your lungs empty and howling for relief. Your hips keep pushing back towards him to chase the high. Each wave is more painful, more powerful than the next, leaving you a twitching, helpless mess. You come so fucking hard around him that you think you were meant for this. It’s the sweetest relief, like hot fire licking through your veins.

It’s all Ghost and the cock he’s breaking you open on. Your pleasure slices into your gut like a sharpened knife, and your slick covers his pants, your thighs, the table below you.

He shoves himself into you one last, impossibly deep, painfully good time, and Ghost comes with a long, drawn-out moan as your muscles milk him. There’s a burst of warmth—except your spasming, still—orgasming pussy is packed to the brim with his cock, so you feel his come drip all over your trembling, weak legs.

You're exhausted, so you settle down on the table, feeling tired. König's voice calls for your name tho.

“Good girl. Now it's my turn.”

Oh, shit.

[uranometrias]

published a spencer fic on wattpad && im so excited to see it come to life!!

[rotting--melody]

Crazy in Love . . .

Yandere!Miguel O'Hara x Gn!Human!Reader

Hello everyone! Just a heads up, this is part one of a two-part fic that I was requested to do! Well, technically, I was only asked to do part 2, but I just can't pass up an opportunity to write a cringe good yandere fic! Definitely not because I couldn't figure out how to write a good one-part Yandere fic.

wc-> 2.2k (holy shit)

cw-> yandere behavior, possessive behavior, stalker behavior, not smut yet, but trust me it will be MESSY in part 2

(fic directly below the cut)

Working for the Miguel O’Hara was not what you expected it to be.

It was worse.

Ungodly hours, strict rules, and no room for error. Working for him was what you imagined being the right hand for the devil was like. Not to mention that it seemed like he had a personal vendetta against you. Whatever you did, it was never good enough -working overtime, filing his mission reports, making sure his ‘spider cave’ was spotless- nothing was enough for the man monitoring the multiverse.

And yeah, sure, the pay was good, and you did get dental and health care (he might be a monster, but he's not a villain), but god, Miguel ran you fucking ragged. Since the day you were hired, he’d been nothing but a douchebag to you.

Of course, it wasn’t all bad. You’d made many great friends, the closest being Peter B, Gwen, and Hobie. You four were practically inseparable, and everyone knew it. You and Gwen were especially close, with you taking an older-sibling role in her life. Unfortunately, there was very little free time to just hang out with them while you were at the Spider-Society headquarters. For whatever reason, Miguel never let you spend longer than your (generous) ninety-minute lunch break outside of the dark little cave he called his office. And usually, that time was interrupted by none other than Mr.O’Hara himself. You knew that in being his personal secretary you’d be expected to run around and do things for him, but at this point, you felt like Andrea Sachs in The Devil Wears Prada, constantly running your ass off for an ungrateful and spectacularly moody boss. To be entirely honest, compared to Miguel O’Hara, Miranda Priestly looked like a fucking angel.

You quietly chuckled to yourself, conjuring up the image of Miguel strutting around in a pair of violently red Prada heels.

“What's so funny, Y/n?” Gwen asks, tilting her head slightly to the side.

“Nothing,” you dismissed, “Just thought of something funny.” You lightly cleared your throat and took a sip from the water bottle in front of you.

A sudden beeping erupted from your pocket, and you gave a loud groan.

“Lunch break over already?” Gwen says with a small sigh.

“Yeah, sorry kiddo,” you say, checking the message on your phone. Of course, it’s Miguel, probably wanting you to do something he could easily do himself. “You want to swing by my place after I get off? We could watch some cheesy flick and gossip like high-schoolers.”

Gwen excitedly nods her head, and you give her a soft smile. Giving her a parting hug, you quickly make your way back to your and Miguel's shared ‘office’. There, you’re met with the annoyingly attractive back of your boss.

“You’re late.” He grumbles.

You make a sound of exasperation. “I literally came here as soon as you called. Sorry that this place- that you designed, by the way- is built like a fucking labyrinth!” God, did he get on your nerves.

Miguel's only response is a grunt as you roll your eyes and sit down in your chair in the corner of his office. You quickly start pulling up mission logs on one monitor, and live footage of ongoing missions on the other. Your fingers fly fast across your keyboard, filling out what you’re able to on the logs, while your eyes quickly scan the many videos of Spider-people currently engaged in battle. You had always been fairly good at multitasking, so the work you did for Miguel had never been overly complicated. Truth be told. You really had no idea why he chose you for the position of his secretary. You’d think with Lyla, he’d have everything he’d ever need right at his fingertips.

After a few hours of mindless paperwork and watching battles, you decided to call it quits. Your eyes had started to burn, and your fingers were cramping. Finishing up the last few lines of what was (hopefully) your last log of the night, you stood up and stretched your sore muscles, and cracked a few bones.

"I'm leaving for the night, O'Hara. You have my number if anything happens."

Miguel didn't even so much as spare you a glance before you walked out of the room, already dialing Gwen's number.

《♡���

It was well into the early hours of the morning when you and Gwen finally said goodbye. After a long night of greasy food, bad films, and riveting workplace gossip (you would not believe how much drama happens in a place where everyone is fundamentally the same), you wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a comfortable rest on your newly cleaned sheets.

You stretched your muscles a bit, popping a few joints in your shoulders and back for a little extra relief.

You yawn slightly and absentmindedly scratched at your arm while you pick out what to wear to bed. Deciding on a simple pair of black booty shorts and an oversized t-shirt, you throw them into your bed, grab your towel, and quickly make your way into the bathroom.

After letting the water heat up for a couple seconds, you put on your favorite playlist and step in. Despite being thoroughly exhausted, your sheets are new, which means it's time to shave.

After shaving, shampooing, conditioning, and washing yourself, you step out of the shower. You towel dry your hair and then wrap the plush fabric around your body.

Making your way into your bed room, something is immediately wrong. Your instincts are telling you to run, get out, hide, but for some reason, you don't listen. You do, however, go into the top drawer of your nightstand and pull out an incredibly sharp knife (which you had stored for just this reason).

You swiftly make your way around your room, checking in the closet, under the bed, and behind the door. Nothing and no one is there.

"Maybe I'm finally going crazy for real. . ." you say to yourself, shaking your head slightly. You return the knife to it's drawer, and go to get into your pajamas.

You glace over to your bed, slightly confused.

"I could have sworn I grabbed my shorts out?"

《♡》

It's been several months since you lost your shorts, and things only seem to be getting weirder. You've been losing stuff more regularly. First your shorts, then one of your favorite jackets, then your favorite necklace, your perfume, nail polish, and most recent, your body wash (which you had just bought).

What's more, Miguel has also been acting different. Not nicer, but also not meaner. More. . . protective? But not in a good way. Your lunch break was cut from ninety minutes to fifty, and you were no longer allowed to eat in the cafeteria or common spaces.

"What the fuck do you mean I can eat lunch in the café anymore?" You angrily question Miguel.

"You're distracting the others. From now on, you'll have twenty minutes to get your food, and thirty minutes to eat. Which you will be doing in here, with me." Miguel states monotonously, not even bothering to glance at you.

You let out a scoff and roll your eyes. "At this point, why don't you just put me in a cage and chain me to the desk?"

Miguel lets out a breathy chuckle, turning around to look you dead in the eyes. "Don't tempt me, pequiña."

The pit that formed in your stomach after hearing those words was most certainly not one of fear.

You get angry just thinking about that interaction. It had been a couple weeks since it was implemented, and while you had adjusted rather fast, you still didn't like it in the slightest.

Miguel has also been giving you more work, forcing you to stay later and later. You swore that if he wasn't such good eye-candy, you would have throttled him.

Speaking of eye-candy. . . You glace over to Miguel's work station to snoop. If he's going to keep you cooped up in here, you should be allowed to spy on what he's doing.

He's standing hunched over his over-the-top computer set up, watching his many screens and muttering quietly to himself. He calls Lyla up and asks her something quietly. You swear you heard your name, but you were so far away it was hard to discern anything he was saying.

You shake your head and turn back to your work.

《♡》

It was nearly midnight now, and you were still in this wretched place. You let out a loud groan and run your eyes.

“Hey, O’Hara? I'm leaving. Don't call me in tomorrow either, I need the day off.”

Your statement seems to pique Miguel's interest, as he finally moved from the position he's been standing in for hours. He turns around, leaning onto his desk and placing his hands on his incredibly tiny waste (seriously, how is that even fair??).

“Oh really?” he askes, voice laced with something you can't quite pick up on “And why is that?”

You groan again, fed up with your man-child boss.

“Because I just need a day to myself, okay? You've been working me to the bone, and I just need a massage and probably a visit to the chiropractor.” You emphasize your statement by harshly cracking your back on your chair.

He chuckles softly to himself and lightly licks his lips. “You could always ask me for help with that pequiña.”

You flush red at his statement and cough a little. Damn him for being so sexy. . .

“I uh. . . I think I'm okay. Thanks for the offer though, boss.” You can feel yourself practically sweating and you jump up from your seat and begin packing your bag.

Miguel lets out a soft hum and turns back to his computer, smiling ever so slightly.

You glace back up at your boss before you head out of the room, grabbing the little trash bag sitting in the corner of the room to dispose of on your way out. You leave with one final glace back at his broad shoulders.

The walk through Headquarters is silent. Despite being a hub for all spider folk, the halls are quiet, leaving the small click of your shoes on the tile as the only noise.

Lugging the trash bag through the halls, you reach a large dumpster and begin to haul it inside. As you swing the bag above your head, the shitty plastic gives and the contents spill out over the ground.

“Fuck! Eww that's so nasty oh my god!” You yell in disgust at the trash flies everywhere, covering you in the mysterious liquid every bag of trash seems to have.

You quickly wipe your hands off on your pants as you being to (begrudgingly) pick up the garbage from the floor. Crumpled papers, some broken cables, a couple of water bottles, a bottle of your bodywash, some rotting-

Wait.

“What the hell?”

There, sitting innocently on the ground, is a bottle of the bodywash you use. How the hell did this get here?

The bottle is mostly empty, but sloshes slightly when you pick it up, like someone has filled it with water or something in an attempt to prolong its use. You're a little creeped out.

Okay, you're a lot creeped out.

The only people who use the bin in Miguel's ‘office’ are you and him. And you certainly don't remember bringing a used bottle of soap into work to throw out.

Maybe me and Miguel just use the same soap? I mean, I'm pretty sure he lives here so. . .

A chill runs down your back as you hear a voice from the darkness.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?”

You quickly hide the bottle behind your back as you spin around to face him.

“Miguel! Hi! Yeah, everything is okay, I just spilled the trash, sorry to bother you.” You speak fast and nervously, inching closer to the trash bin to toss the hidden bottle inside.

Miguel raises an eyebrow at you, clearly questioning your suspicious actions.

“Ah. Okay then. Do you need any help?” He asks. It feels like he's testing you.

You nervously chuckle. “Nope! I'm all good! Sorry again for bothering you, I'll be leaving now!” In one quick motion, you throw the bottle into the trash behind you and speed walk out of the building and away from your boss.

《♡》

You lay in your bed, unblinking at the ceiling. The soap had been keeping you up. You know it's probably nothing, but with all the weird shit that's been happening to you recently, everything has been putting you on edge.

You toss and turn, your mind both racing with thoughts and completely empty. You don't even realize you're falling asleep until your eyes shut, and you succumb to the darkness.

《♡》

You awake with a start, and a horrible sensation of dread courses through your entire body. You sit up in bed, blinking the sleep from your eyes and scanning your room.

You see nothing.

Until you don't.

A large, shadowy figure stands unmoving in the corner of your room. Two glowing red eyes stare at you from the darkness.

“Oh pequiña. . . I really wish you hadn't seen that earlier. . .”

TO BE CONTINUED‼️‼️

[huntiesworld]

Envious | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n waited for her boyfriend to show up for dinner. Matt shows up drunk and smelling like cheap perfume.

Warning: Glass, intoxication, screaming/ yelling, possible cheating.

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK! Don't Cheat on anyone that is wrong!!

Y/n sat at the dinner table, her anniversary meal getting cold as she waited for Matt to come home. The hours ticked by, but there were still no signs of him. She tried calling and texting, but he didn’t respond.

Frustrated and hurt, Y/n ‘s mind raced with thoughts of where he could be and who he could be with. When he finally did walk through the door, it was hours later, and he was clearly intoxicated. Y/n’s heart sank as she realized he had been with other girls instead of being with her on their special day. 

-I’m in the penthouse half naked  I cooked this meal for you naked 

In a fit of rage and despair, Y/n swept the dishes off the table, shattering them on the floor. She quickly changed into a sleek outfit and headed out into the night. She walked through the streets feeling lost and alone. Everywhere she looked, she saw a happy couple enjoying each other's company. 

Deciding she needed a distraction, Y/n found herself at a local bar. As she walked in, her eyes scanned the room and landed on a familiar face - her ex-boyfriend. Memories flooded back as she remembered the good times they had shared, but also the pain of their breakup. Unsure of what to do, Y//n hesitated before finally approaching him. 

-So, where the hell you at? One shot left in this drink don't make me break it

To her surprise, he greeted her warmly and they started talking. Soon playing pool with a group of friends. Lost in a whirlwind of emotions, engaging in a game with her ex that felt both thrilling and dangerous. In that moment, she realized that sometimes, the past can be more comforting than the present. 

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Y/n stumbled into the house, her heels clicking on as she tried to maintain her balance. She looked up and saw Matt standing there, his arms crossed and an expression on his face.

Matt sighed heavily. “Where have you been? Why is the house a mess?”. Y/n looked at him and smiled. 

Matt persisted that she tells him about what happened. Until Y/n turned around when she was walking to her room.

“Where the hell were you? Huh Matt?”. She said, raising her voice. “I smell that cheap ass perfume on you!? 

-Wish that you were me  So you could feel this feeling

Y/n walked up to him and shoved her finger in his chest. “I'm not stupid Matt, I know who you were with.” 

Matt stood there hearing her yell at him. He finally spoke. “Yeah, and what do you know? Maybe I did cheat on you?”

Y/n looked up at him and slapped him on the cheek. “GET THE F OUT MY HOUSE NOW!”. She said pointing to the door. 

“I hate you, Matt!!” she screamed again. The hurt man turned around and walked out the house slamming the door behind him. 

The heartbroken girl walked to the kitchen to clean up the mess, as she stood there trying not to cry. She fell to the floor and screamed and cried in pain. Sitting in the glass she cried and cried, unable to get up. 

-I never broke one promise And I know that you’re not honest

She cried and cried for hours, laying in the glass. Y/n knew that she had to get up, so she wouldn’t hurt herself. She soon crawled away from the glass, moving to the couch and laying down. She made sure that glass wasn't on her so it wouldn’t cut her. The young girl laid on the couch and soon fell asleep while tears streamed down her face and cheeks.

[beccixxiluv]

What if Beyoncé was the reason earis’s brother died! 😱😱(jk)

[trashno0dle]

a silly joke cover i made for @darealsaltysam's wonderful xmen au which ive decided to share here to promote it further because this has comsumed my every waking thought for the past two months now. so please do consider checking out my gf's amazing fic !! <3

[cocojimin]

Flaws&All

↣ pairing: idol!yoongi x gn!reader ↣ genre: established relationship, slight angst, fluff ↣ warnings: alluding to depressive states ↣ word count: ~600 ↣ song inspo: Beyoncé - Flaws and All a/n: hello all! this one-shot is apart of my new series, 'Song Shuffle One-Shots' or SOS where I shuffle my library and write based on the song. hope you all enjoy the first installment.

You catch me when I fall.

Accept me, flaws and all.

And that’s why I love you.

Loving Yoongi has never been an easy road, but it is a road you’d happily trek down without question. 

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Coming into a quiet home was not often a marker for something being amiss. Usually when you got off work or back from an outing, the house would mainly be darkened, save for soft light spilling from underneath a certain door.

Yoongi’s Studio.

Tonight, however, there was no signs of him within the walls of his personal domain. The door was slightly cracked, computer off, no sounds of keyboards or groans of frustration.

Moving slowly through the dark home, you brought light with every wall you touched. Light began to flood the various rooms in search of your lover.

Living Room.

Kitchen.

Studio.

Bedroom.

Brightness revealed the bed, completely made, save for a heap of gray occupying the same side Yoongi usually sleeps on. This particular scene wouldn’t have been a cause for concern if you didn’t know Yoongi inside and out. Around this time, he would either be in his studio finishing up his latest obsession or in the living room, complaining about the show he purposefully turned on.

Head tucked under the gray throw blanket.

Feet incased in the fabric.

Yoongi was in the fetal position, so cocooned from the outside world that he didn’t register you being home, or the lights being turned on. Pulling back the blanket, you finally locked eyes with your lover. Red rimmed and tired, he passed you a soft smile, muscles slightly relaxing as he didn’t have to hold his protection taunt anymore.

“I didn’t hear you come in. I’m sorry about that”, Yoongi spoke through a puff of air.

Carding through his hair, you caught his wandering gaze.

Yoongi has bouts where he falls into himself. 

Drowning in inconsistencies. 

Sometimes silence is key, or maybe comforting words. Other days its soft touches and whispers of incoherent thoughts. Words jumbled together that spell out ‘I Love You’ in every language imaginable.

Tonight, you could tell he need to be grounded through touch.

“Why didn’t you call me, honey boy?”

“Didn’t wanna bother you, you know how I get”, he says as he leans into your touch. “I thought doing this might help”, he chuckles humorlessly, “I just look silly though, don’t I?”.

Shaking your head, you fully unwrap him in more ways than one. Taking in his flaws and insecurities without passing judgement, knowing they all combine to make the amazing human you know and adore.

“You know you can call me for anything”, Yoongi begins to interject, but you quickly stop his incoming ramblings, “I don’t care if you just get a papercut or you just needed me to keep you company, I’ll answer.” Yoongi’s small smile let you know he understood exactly what message you were trying to get across in a less blunt way.

“Come on, honey boy”, rising to your feet, you outstretched your hand. “Let’s go wash the day away, I’ll let you use my new scrub that you like so much.”

Yoongi giggled.

His face lights up as he takes your hand, thanking whatever powers may be for sending him an angel. No matter how many times he sits and ponders on how you continue to love him despite him lacking on days, he can’t figure out what you see. Your belief and love for him never wavers as you continuously reassure him and shows him that he is worth loving.

And that, is why he loves you.

[copingchaos]

this person gets it

[cialovesklopp]

𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑, 𝐉𝐄 𝐓’𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄

PAIRING: kylian mbappé x amara imani

*•..° ❝𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀❞ ｡.*･ﾟ*✧

↳ when amara imani’s life is crashing down, star football player kylian mbappé is ready to pull her out of her slump

or

↳ in which kylian mbappé meets amara imani before her rep! era and is hell bent on making sure she is ready for a comeback

— 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: WELCOME TO MY FIRST SERIES: MON AMOUR, JE T’AIME. very excited to start this project and i really hope to keep this enthusiasm during the progress of publishing the chapters. I instantly fell in love with her and only hope i can manage to transport that love through the screens. 

also huge thank you to my bestie @lorarri​ for all the help, preparing this series. mon amour is as much my fanfiction as it is yours, because amara was created by both of us and i would have never done it without your help, so thank you so much for supporting me, helping me and just being you &lt;3

CHARACTERS:

amara imani

➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

article one — QUELLE HONTE

prologue

chapter one — dress

article two — CUPID’S PERFECT MATCH

chapter two — one kind of a man

article three — THE QUEEN OF POP FLOPS AT RELATIONSHIPS!

chapter three — this love

article four — WHERE HAS SHE GONE?

chapter four  — pov

article five — SHE IS BACK!!

chapter five — revenge is a dish best served cold

article six — AMARA’S RENAISSANCE

chapter six — king of my heart

article seven — mon amour -> who is she dating?

chapter seven — lover

article eight — amara imani sues evan henderson for defamation

chapter eight — va dire à ton ex

article nine — is amara imani dating star-football player kylian mbappé?

chapter nine — wild side

chapter ten — while we’re young

bonus one -> daylight

bonus two -> une journée a trois

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 — 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 — 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃’𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐏��𝐏 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 — 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄?

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 — 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊!!

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱 — 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀’𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 — 𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 -> 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 — 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐑𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

[unhinged-romione]

Romione Fic Preview: Virgo's Groove

My first snippet!!

When I first heard "Virgo's Groove" on Beyonce's Renaissance album, it was screaming to be turned into a Romione fic. Dedicating this to @comradekarin, who is hopefully not the only person on this damn app to fully appreciate that with me lol. Fic takes place in Deathly Hallows when Lupin comes to Shell Cottage to share the news of Teddy's birth. Originally written for the @romione-trope-fest (lol guess which trope) but I didn't get my shit together in time 🙃

Beyonce stan or not, if you like what you see, please follow and reblog and subscribe to me on AO3! The more engagement I get, the faster I'll be able to finish it 😚 Hoping to get it out while it's still Pisces season in honor of my blorbo 🙌🏽 ♓

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"A boy!" exclaimed Fleur to Ron and Hermione as Lupin made a beeline towards Harry. "A Taurus boy! 'Zis community needs more earth signs. Can you believe 'zere are nine Weasleys but no earth signs?"

"Hermione's an earth sign," Ron piped up. "I reckon you both have the same sign actually."

Fleur cast wide eyes at Hermione. "'Ermione, you are a Virgo as well? But of course you are!"

"Why 'of course?'" asked Hermione, brow furrowed. 

"You 'ave all 'ze Virgo traits. 'Ardworking, perfectionist—"

"Controlling," added Ron, snickering. Hermione glared at him. Fleur watched the interaction with a knowing smile. 

"Sensual." Fleur winked at Ron. "Especially when it comes to our opposite sign."

That got Ron to stop smiling.

"How about some wine to celebrate?" Bill announced. 

"Oh yes!" Fleur exclaimed with a clap of her hands. "'Zere is much to celebrate," she added, throwing Ron and Hermione another impish look. "Beel, why don't you fetch 'ze '82 Bordeaux my parents gave us for Christmas? Remus, you must stay for a drink or three…"  

Hermione never took her eyes off Ron. 

"What?"

She pursed her lips. "Lavender seems to have taught you much about astrology."

Ron scratched the back of his head nervously. "Most of what I know about astrology I remember from Divination actually."

"What else do you remember from Divination?"

"About Virgos? Fleur covered the basics, I reckon."

Hermione hesitated before asking in a quiet voice, "Do you know what she meant about the opposite sign?"

Ron's cheeks lit on fire. The corner of the dining room table suddenly seemed fascinating. "Yeah, er, o-opposite signs of the Zodiac tend to have, er, r-really strong compatibility…in that area…"

"You learned that in Divination?" she questioned, voice sharp.

"That, ah…" Ron traced the groove of the table. "That I did learn from, er, Lavender… It was in some stupid Witch Weekly article."

Ron waited with bated breath for a scathing remark, but nothing came. He finally looked up. Hermione was staring at him with an inscrutable expression. 

"So…" she eventually said slowly, taking a step forward. Her hand, too, aimlessly traced the groove of the table, but her eyes remained on Ron. "My opposite sign is…Pisces?"

[fangirlinc]

Songs I desperately need to see in fanfictions

Bodyguard by Beyonce

Too Sweet by Hozier

Casual by Chappell Roan

thats it rn

will update when it occurs to me or add on with ideas

[soleilsplanet]

since i’m going to write my thesis dissertation in anthropology on fanfictions, i might as well just thank ao3 for not cursing me rather than beyoncé

[allpiesforourown]

Googling "how to type ergonomically" all by yourself, handsome?

[prettymfwrites]

I need suggestions on who I should write about nextttt

I started writing about Beyonce and Rihanna but idk if y'all would want that 👀

Let me know!