#daniel page x male reader

[mngo-jii]

UM!!! hiii im kinda new to this but if requests are open and its cool w you (im sorry if you had a list of what you were and weren't willing to write i couldnt find it 😭) i'd like to request daniel page x male!reader where they've been dating for a while but have been rlly lowkey abt it and their friends find out and are surprised but also not surprised at all

totally fine if you cant though! have a good day!

“ A LITTLE DISCREET. ” d. page x m! reader

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letter ✉️: i’m alive... god i’m alive... hello male readers, time for dinner. sorry food today is a little mushy and moldy, mother is trying her best 🙁

“[MC] and Daniel? Ah! Such good friends, they are!” — Lottie, answering about you and your boyfriend.

Without a doubt, you and Daniel were good friends, absolutely. I mean, you two were always side-by-side. Arms linked, shoulders glued to one another, teasing remarks thrown at each other.

You two even shared a dorm. You and Daniel were good roommates, for sure. You two would often study together on the dorm room table. Textbooks stacked up, several notebooks open, concentrated faces, and scribbling quills.

On top of that, you and Daniel’re also good classmates. Always pairing up with each other, sulking when you aren’t.

Always saved a seat for the other, sneaked answers scribbled on a small torn paper, passed notes to one another... The like.

Lottie is definitely right. And everyone could see it; even the teachers, the paintings, a few house elves.

...However, for a pair of good friends, you two seem to be closer than Robyn and Kevin... Well, with your faces slightly flushed and your fingers wandering in hopes to find the other’s. With lingering glances at one another and content expressions relaxing on your facial features.

Each and everyone’s Hogwarts uniform isn’t all the same—of course, that goes without saying when it comes to everyone’s body proportions.

Though sometimes you could even identify your own necktie from another’s, even in the same house. It might be a small odd spot on the material that’s color is a little off from the rest, or maybe a rather short thread hanging out from the hem...

However, you stare at you and your roommate’s necktie placed on the dresser in the morning as you prepare, one is shorter than the other. You don’t even think about which one is yours, grabbing which your ‘gut’ tells you is so—which just so happens to be Daniel’s.

And the next morning you pick up his again, and the morning after, and the morning after... Not that any of you would notice.

But sometimes it might not be an accident, sometimes it might not even be your tie.

Like times where he’d lend you his robe when you forget your own, or when you lend him yours.

Sometimes none of you had even forgotten your robes—you simply swap. And for what?

Well, none of you really had the chance to establish the answer. Not when no one asked, anyway.

It’s rather ironic, though? One moment, you and your roommate are deeply delving into the pages of your textbooks, and then you’re leaning towards him, pressing your lips against his, the next. Daniel’s hand grabs a fistful of your shirt, yours grip on the arm of his chair.

Not to mention the fact you and your classmate hold hands under the table during class. Oh, well.

Ah, the flushed look on your faces when Professor McGonagall offers you—“A reminder that the Forbidden Forest is strictly off-limits. I know its mystery and secrets may tempt you. But trust me. Only danger and peril will await those foolish enough to enter.”

And you and Daniel nod as if you didn't just share a kiss in that same exact ‘off-limits’ location last night.

At one point you and Daniel have grown on edge of whether or not your friends had found out.

So you were a little befuddled to see the astonished look on their faces when they caught Daniel—leaning over to place a quick peck on your lips before hurrying to class.

Of course, there was no reason to further keep your relationship a secret, so you tried to unravel the truth as casually as possible.

“Oh. Daniel and I are dating.”

There’s a mix of distinct reactions on their end—surprise, betrayal, aloofness? They’re either too dramatic or too indifferent. But it’s only for a mere second.

Lottie thinks back on the numerous times you and Daniel had acted a little odd and the realisation hits her like... A gust of wind.

Because if she were to be honest, she saw it coming from a mile away. I mean, what else would explain the way she’d doodle you and Daniel together?

That one painting with you and Daniel on one of the benches, fingers intertwined, faces inches away from one another yet you two were only merely having a chat? Well, there’s your explanation.

Ivy titters out loud, a wide smile spread across her face. “I knew it!”

Kevin takes a moment to pause and decides that it wasn’t really much of a surprise, yet he questions why you didn’t tell them sooner—s’well as Robyn, who runs her fingers through her hair with a rather agitated face. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

“—Well,” she cuts herself off before you could reply, “I kind of already knew, so. I just needed confirmation.”

You blink. “You did?”

“Oh come one, what pair of ‘good friends’ sneak out into Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom to kiss anyway?” Robyn eyes you as she places her hand on her hip.

...Perhaps you and Daniel weren’t so discreet after all.

It's rather ironic though, isn’t it? Because despite you and Daniel being boyfriends, you still act like you haven’t escaped the puppy love stage. Maybe you never will. Not with the dopey grins you exchange from across the room.

Not with the way your hearts still feel like they’re beating out of your chests as you latch onto each other, nearly out of breath from how bad you’re laughing.

The blush forming on your cheeks as you stop momentarily and get a glimpse of his euphoric face, with the same smile you just can’t get enough of.

Or when he crawls into your bed instead of his as you stare at your ceiling, softly rambling about how nice it would be if you and him went outside right now and flew around the castle. Daniel isn’t listening unfortunately. He’s staring at you.

Not when he still gets surprised at the way you suddenly grab ahold of his hand with a grin on your face. A grin that tells him everything he needs to know—that he’s safe. That he’s home. He furrows his eyebrows at the ground with a poorly fought-back smile.

a/n: im falling off so bad aghh jesus take the wheel. anyway you when you and your homie go from delving into textbooks to study to delving into each others lips

[minarisplaything]

Loyalty

hanni x male reader (ft. background Danielle, Minji, and Haerin) word count: 3,335 a/n: back from the grave with a topical one-shot. newjeans never die... disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does not represent any individuals, situations or real life. summary: After a shake-up at Ador the whole staff were let go. You were brought in as part of the new hires, specifically to be one of the managers for NewJeans. Weary from the last regime, the members want to make sure that they can trust you, inviting you to a private meeting to see where your loyalties lie.

The last thing you expected when you were hired by Ador to be part of the new management for the global sensation NewJeans was to be called in for a meeting by the members themselves. You had expected you'd introduce yourself at some point, after all, you'd be one of the core managers after the staff turnover, but what you hadn't expected was for it to feel so formal.  

You shifted in your seat, feeling slightly anxious as you waited for...whatever this was, to begin.  

"Oppa, you don't have to be nervous," Danielle said, her voice as sweet as her appearance. 

From the outside looking in, Danielle had always struck you as the sweetest of the bunch. The type of woman who would comfort anyone and brighten their day with kind words.  

"Yeah, we just want to make sure everyone is on the same page" Minji added, seated to Dani's left. Her voice was soft, but more firm than Danielle's. Where Dani offered you a sweet, reassuring smile, Minji looked far more serious in her expression. It was hard not to be nervous.  

"That's good to hear," you chuckled, trying to dispel the nerves. "When you four said you wanted to meet I was a little uneasy." 

To call it unusual was an understatement. Yet here you were, in a chair seated across from four of the five members: Danielle, Minji, Hanni, and Haerin. 

"It's been really hard to figure out who we can trust," Hanni chimed in. Her voice was sympathetic. As if she was finding the middle ground between the prior two. "With all this turnover, we just want to make sure the new staff has the right priorities."  

You swallowed thickly. Why did that feel like a threat?  

Your eyes turned towards Haerin, expecting her to chime in. But she merely continued to stay at you silently with her cat-like gaze. You shifted again in your seat slightly, trying to dismiss any feeling of discomfort and remain professional. You hadn't felt nearly this anxious during your initial interview for this position.     

"I-I see. Well, that is understandable. It's a big change after all," you said. "Whatever I can do to help ease any concerns you might have, I'll do it." 

"I knew you'd understand," Dani clasped her hands together, her smile beaming. 

Minji, however, seemed less convinced. "We'll see." 

Hanni folded her hands on the table that was situated between the four of them and you, her eyes compassionate. "The one thing we're most worried about is loyalty. The last staff was loyal to HYBE. We want to make sure that you are loyal to us. That you won't do anything to hurt us. That you'll listen to us." 

Her voice lowered an octave at the last part.  

"That sounds...reasonable."  

Honestly, it sounded complicated. You hadn't exactly signed up for being part of some corporate politics when you submitted your resume. But, you supposed you could understand where they were coming from. They had been hurt and wanted to make sure they could trust you. Fair enough. "How can I prove myself?" 

"Meow," Haerin spoke up.  

You blinked, confused. "Um, excuse me?"  

"She said she wants you to take off your pants," Minji provided.  

"My...pants...?" 

Had you heard her right? Surely you must have misheard. Yet you looked at each woman; the subtle glint in Minji's eyes, Hanni's lips curved in the hint of a smile, Dani's soft encouragement, and Haerin with her un-blinking feline gaze. There was no hint of this being a prank or a joke. They were serious. You felt your blood rush a bit quicker at that realization. 

“It’s just a little request. You said you'd prove yourself, right?” 

It was Dani's sweet voice that broke the tension. Her question leads you toward the answer she wanted to hear. 

You felt heat rising to your cheeks. This was insane. Unhinged even. And no doubt not covered under any HR guidelines. You could get up and walk out that door. You'd probably lose your job but at least you'd keep your clothes on. Then again, you'd also prove you weren't someone who could be trusted. And, quietly, the idea of standing before them with fewer clothes stirred something inside of you. 

Wordlessly you stood, your fingers moving to the button of your slacks as you undressed. It was hard not to feel a little self-conscious as you stripped down but you got on with it, eventually standing before them in just your boxers and shirt. 

You could feel their eyes devouring you.  

Hanni leaned over to Minji, whispering something in her ear. Dani continued to smile, while Haerin's expression remained unreadable. 

"Is this good enough?"  

"Meow." 

You looked over at Minji for a translation. 

"And your boxers." 

"What?"  

Your eyes widened. She was fucking with you, surely. You looked back to Haerin to see if that was a mistranslation. She, however, stared back at you, waiting for you to fulfill her request. Your cock twitched, another shiver running down your spine. 

"Not now, dammit," you muttered at your cock but to no avail. 

"Not now?" Hanni repeated, misunderstanding, "So, you don't want to work with us, oppa?" 

"No, that's not what I meant --"  

"I told you we couldn't trust him." 

"Guys, just give him a second!" 

You could only sit there as Minji, Danielle, and Hanni broke out into disagreement over your participation. Your gaze drifted towards the far end of the table where Haerin sat with her same stoic expression and feline gaze directed right at you. It was as if the chaos around her didn't matter, she was waiting for you to fulfill her request. It was hypnotizing and slowly you found your hands drifting towards the waistband of your boxers.

You swallowed thickly, hesitating for a moment. The bickering between the members was growing louder, but all of it seemed to fade into the background as Haerin's stoic gaze practically dared you to go just one step further. 

This is insane, you thought. There was no HR manual in existence that could prepare you for this situation. And yet, you felt a dangerous thrill coursing through your veins. You were here, in a room with four of the most influential idols in the industry, and they had made it clear: you were either with them or against them. 

"Oppa?" Dani's voice snapped you out of your trance. They had apparently caught on to your subtle movement and the discussion had briefly stalled. There was still a gentle sweetness to her voice but there was something else to her tone. Almost like a hopeful plea. 

Hanni leaned back in her chair, her expression shifting to one of disappointment. "I think Minji is right, he can't do it." 

You could feel the situation slipping through your fingers. If you didn’t act now, there’d be no recovery from this. You'd be out of a job and you'd have lost all their trust. For some reason, the latter felt more painful than the former. Without another word, you hooked your thumbs into the waistband and pushed your boxers down, stepping out of them with as much composure as you could muster. 

The room went silent. 

Dani's eyes flickered down, her mouth slightly agape in shock. Hanni let out a quiet giggle as she leaned forward onto her elbows, peering at your cock from over the table. Minji’s stoic facade cracked just a bit, a glint of approval in her eyes. But it was Haerin who captured your attention the most. Her gaze slowly roved over your exposed body, her expression unreadable. Then, she leaned back, finally breaking eye contact to glance at Minji. 

“Meow,” she said again, her voice low and even softer than before. 

“What’s she saying now?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly, betraying your nerves. 

Minji leaned forward with her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her intertwined fingers. “She says you’ve passed the first test.”

"I knew you could do it, oppa!" Danielle cheered clasping her hands together. 

“The...first test?” you repeated, your heart sinking as you realized what that implied. 

"Did you think this was it? You wanted to prove your loyalty, didn’t you?” 

You swallowed thickly, your eyes darting from Danielle's happy expression to Minji's business-like demeanor and Haerin's unreadable disposition. All the while Hanni's gaze seemed completely focused on your hard cock. 

"Alright," you nodded, steeling your nerves a bit. You had come this far, how much worse could it get? "If that's what it'll take. I'm ready for whatever you have to put me through."  

"Oh, can I do the next one? Please?"  

It was Hanni who spoke up with a newfound excitement, breaking from her trance.  

"We agreed it'd be Minji who handled it," Danielle whispered.  

"So?" 

Minji looked over at Hanni, one eyebrow raised, “Fine. Go ahead, Hanni. Just remember what we talked about.” 

Hanni's face lit up at being given the green light. She quickly pushed her chair back, practically bouncing on her feet as she made her way over to you. The rest of the members leaned back, watching her with varied expressions — Dani with her usual supportive smile, Minji with a calculating gaze, and Haerin, as always, unreadable, though you thought you detected a flicker of interest in her eyes. 

You tried to hold your ground, but it was hard not to feel a shiver of anticipation as Hanni stopped in front of you, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and something else you couldn’t quite place. The way she was looking at you made your skin tingle and your cock twitch. Despite the uncertainty of it all you still managed to be horny in the middle of it. It was a fact you tried to push aside lest your embarrassment get the best of you. 

“Oppa,” she said, her voice sing-song and dripping with excitement, “you said you’re ready for whatever we put you through, right?” 

You nodded, your throat dry. “That’s right.” 

Hanni’s smile widened, and she reached up, her fingers brushing along your jawline in a surprisingly gentle touch. She tilted her head, almost as if she were examining you. “You’re really cute when you’re nervous,” she teased, her voice a whisper meant only for you. 

She took a step back and, without breaking eye contact, dropped to her knees in front of you. Your breath hitched at the sight, the tingling anticipation intensifying tenfold. What was she planning? 

“I’ve got a little game for us to play,” Hanni continued, her fingers tracing down the side of your thigh. 

"A game?"  

"Mhmm." 

Dani giggled behind her hand, while Minji leaned forward slightly.  

Hanni leaned closer, her hands now resting on your hips. You could feel the warmth of her breath against your skin, and it took everything in you not to shiver. She looked up at you through her lashes, her sweet smile taking on a devilish edge. 

“You proved you can follow instructions already, but can you show self-restraint?" 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you nodded. “I -- yes. I can."  

“Let's find out,” she purred. Then, without breaking eye contact, she slowly dragged her nails down your thighs, the sensation sending a shiver through your entire body. “I want you to close your eyes and hold still. And no peeking!” 

You hesitated for a brief moment, but the way she was looking at you made it impossible to refuse. With a deep breath, you let your eyes flutter shut, trusting her completely, even though you knew you were stepping into uncharted territory. 

“Don’t move a muscle, oppa. Not unless I tell you to.” 

You opened your mouth to confirm that you understood her instruction when you felt Hanni's fingers wrap around your engorged cock. You hissed, breathing in sharply and resisting the urge to arch into her touch. Had she lost her mind?! Then again, as much as you might've wanted to morally grandstand at that moment, the thoughts were quickly washed away by her other hands beginning to fondle your balls.  

"You can do it!" Danielle said supportively. 

She's right, you thought. You just had to focus. A simple handjob was nothing you couldn't handle. Hell, with your eyes closed you could  just pretend it was no different than getting yourself off.  

Just when you were beginning to feel confident about your chances, you felt something soft press against the sensitive head of your cock followed by something warm and wet. No, not something. It was Hanni's lips and mouth enveloping your cock while her hand held your shaft steady. 

"Oh fuck..." 

You let out a moan, doing your best to remain still, your toes curling in on themselves as Hanni sunk lower and lower onto your cock until you were hitting the back of her throat and even then she continued. You resisted the urge to tangle your hands in her hair as her nose came flush against your groin, swallowing your cock whole and deep-throating you for a long moment. What you wouldn't give to be able to open your eyes and look down to see the sight kneeling in front of you. To see Hanni Pham with your cock buried down her throat as she looked up at you with those pretty eyes.  

"Go Pham Hanni!" Dani cheered on her group mate.  

After a second longer, Hanni began to slowly pull off your cock, letting out a slurping sound before finally coming off it with a pop.  

Unbeknownst to you she had a glazed-over look in her eyes, her gaze thick with lust.  

"So far so good..."  

She said, almost sounding distracted. You had a feeling she was enjoying this more than simply being a test but swallowed down the thought as you felt Hanni suck the tip into her mouth, her tongue grazing along the underside of your shaft. She licked down your shaft, taking your cock deeper into her mouth again as she started to move her head with short, quick bobs.  

She relaxed her throat, taking you deeper, faster, and all you could do was curl your fingers into your palms and force your eyes shut with considerable effort. The rest of the room was noticeably quiet outside of the sounds of Hanni mouth-fucking herself on your cock and the occasional encouragement from Dani. Whether they were enjoying the show or simply watching with studious gazes, you hadn't the slightest clue. What you did know was the thought of them watching as Hanni swallowed you down greedily again and again had you aching between her lips. 

Hanni came off your cock once more, her breathing ragged. "D-did he fail yet?" 

"Not yet."  

It was Minji who answered.  

"Good." 

Hanni gave a long lick over the thick vein on the underside of your cock, going from base to tip. You shivered but remained in place. Her tongue teased the slit at the tip of your cock, swirling around it before taking your length between her lips once again. Her hands braced herself against your thighs as she began bobbing her head in earnest.  

"It feels good doesn't it?" 

"You have no idea." 

"I can tell. I bet you want to grab her head and fuck her mouth, don't you? You want to thrust your cock between those pretty lips until you finish." 

You felt Hanni moan around your cock, sending reverberations along your shaft.  

Minji continued, her hands folded neatly with her elbows propped up. "This is why we need this test. Self-control is crucial. There will be people who try to sway you—bribery, favoritism, or worse. They might offer money, promise promotions, or even tempt you with something... a bit like what Hanni’s doing right now.” 

You felt Hanni's lips smile around your cock at that. 

"Meow." 

Danielle glanced at Haerin, then turned back to you with a reassuring smile. "Haerin's got a point. We just want to see if you can handle this. You get what we're asking, right, Manager-nim?" 

Some part of your brain was recognizing the importance behind their words. The logic behind. Unfortunately, whatever part of your brain wasn't overloaded with pleasure sensors as Hanni played with your balls while continuing to suck your cock was too busy doing your best not to blow your hot load right down the singer's throat.  

Your throat felt dry, and you're head was spinning. All you could do was nod quickly, forcing out the words, "Y-yes, I understand." 

All the while your entire body trembled as you stood there, eyes clamped shut, hands balled into fists at your sides. You felt your toes curling against the cold floor, desperately trying to ground yourself as you fought to maintain your composure as Hanni continued to suck your cock. It was almost too much, and you could feel yourself reaching the breaking point. 

“H-Hanni, please…” you managed to gasp out, your voice strained, but you bit your lip, trying to hold back a desperate plea. You knew better than to give in now. Not when you were this close. 

"Meow." 

Danielle's lips spread into a smile. "I think you're right, he's getting close. You've done so good holding back, manager-nim!"  

Dani's praise fell on deaf ears. Your mind was gone at that point, focused only on holding onto whatever shred of control you had left for as long as possible. Amidst the pleasure and internal struggle you were experiencing there was a shuffling of feet and then silence, only filled by the lewd sounds of Hanni's lips around your aching length. You waited, every nerve in your body on edge. Finally, Hanni pulled off your cock with a long slurp and a pop, her hand still stroking you as she spoke up.  

“Alright, oppa. You can open your eyes now.” 

You exhaled sharply, almost in relief, and slowly let your eyelids flutter open. The sight that greeted you made your breath hitch. 

Hanni was still there, her delicate fingers stroking your aching cock. Her lips were red and swollen with evidence of her efforts, a bit of saliva spilling at the side of her mouth. However, she was no longer alone. She was now joined by Danielle, Minji, and Haerin, all kneeling next to her on the floor, the four of them lined up in a row before you. It was a sight that felt like something out of a fever dream — four of the most sought-after idols in the world, on their knees before you, gazing up with expressions that ranged from sweet to stern. 

“Oppa, you did so well!” Danielle was the first to speak, her voice filled with genuine warmth and excitement. 

“You didn’t break. Even when we pushed you. You listened to us when it mattered the most,” Minji said.  

Her tone was even but there was a hint of approval in her soft eyes.  Haerin, as always, remained the most unreadable. But you took the fact that she was there kneeling next to the others as her approval. 

"T-thanks, ah, this would be a lot easier if..."   

"Oh!"  

As if remembering the obvious the four girls leaning in close, looking up at you as Hanni stroked your cock faster.  

"Manager-nim, you can cum right now." 

The sultry words left her lips and that was all it took. The pressure valve was released and your cock twitched in her grasp, painting the faces of all four members with your seed. From your balls to the tip of your cock you felt it washing over you. A feeling so intense that you nearly blacked out from the experience.  

As you regained your composure with deep breaths, you looked down at the sight before you. "Shit..." 

And what a sight it was. 

"Manager-nim, welcome to the family," Hanni said, wiping some of your cum off her face and licking it off her finger. "We'll be counting on you!" 

"Meow!" 

You could only chuckle, drained literally and metaphorically. "I look forward to working with you all." 

[papaya-twinks]

mauve - l.n - p.1

Warnings: Mentions of sexism, swearing.

Pairing: Lando Norris x williams!fem!reader

Taglist: @cheriiepies @jan1on @sagestack @fall-bambi @meglouise00 @eclipsedcherry @suzzie105 @rebelatbay @fly-me-away @cabbyhabs @djoenthusiast @georgeparisole

The announcement of you being the new driver to fill the seat of Logan Sargent had taken everyone by surprise. For many reasons - but it wasn’t a secret to see that you being a woman was more than likely the centre piece of most people’s surprise.

You knew what you were getting into when you signed that contract, and when you shook James Vowles’ hands, you knew there would be uproar. But you were good, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. And whether the keyboard warriors at home wanted you there or not, you were there to race.

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Lando wasn’t a sexist person in the slightest. He gave as much respect as he could to women, and he knew that being a woman was tough, but he couldn’t help being a little bewildered as he read over the announcement from the F1 page.

There was no doubt going to be a lot of pressure on you, tenfold what a usual, well, a usual man would receive when they would start in F1. But reading your reply, your joking reply, made Lando frown. He wasn’t sure why he cared so much.

He simply told himself he didn’t care, but surely you should show some sort of…humbleness? Not that there was anything wrong with joking around and stuff, but you were in a privileged position, one of merely twenty, so there should be some sort of modesty.

“Mate, have you seen Williams have gone for some chick?” Max asked, looking over to his best friend as Lando snapped out his thought. Lando was sprawled across the sofa, wearing dark black joggers and a hoodie, a cap pulled low on his head.

“It’s cool, I guess,” Lando said, unsure what to truly say. He didn’t want to make a remark that seemed sexist, when his intentions weren’t as such, so he just didn’t say anything. “It’s gonna be…interesting,” Max said with a small shrug, “you coming golf, then?”.

Lando would never turn down golf. And as he swung his club over his flexing shoulders, the ball sending far down the grass mound, all thoughts of you had fled his mind. He didn’t even understand why he cared. He didn’t care, that’s what he told himself.

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One of Lando’s pet hates was being forced to bring himself to the pre-season grid photo. But he couldn’t deny he wasn’t curious. Other than you, there weren’t any new drivers on the grid, except a few move-arounds, which was rare in some aspects.

“You saw her tweet, right?” Max asked as he zipped up his suit, letting the woman on the stool adjust his hair. “Yeah, she’s taking the piss, mate,” Lando said, dodging the woman and fixing his own hair in the mirror.

You weren’t there with the drivers or the stylists as you were a woman, meaning you got your own space to dress and change. “She’s decent on the eyes, though,” Daniel said, nudging Lando as he rolled his eyes.

“Calm down,” Lando snickered, “she’s, like, 12 or something,” he shrugged, “little bit young for you, or is that the age you go for?”. Finally, the 19 male drivers were ushered out into the area of the Bahrain track, the cars lined up behind them, as they stood in boxes in their pairs.

“Classic girl, right?” Lando whispered to Oscar as the Aussie laughed, noticing you hadn’t come out. And finally, as Lando and Oscar continued chatting away, Max joining in behind them, you walked out. You were pretty, yes, Lando could give you that.

But Lando was hot, he knew that. Well, in his own words, he was ‘alright’. And looks got you nowhere in terms of pure, racing talent. Lando hadn’t even seen you race but he had one thing in his mind already. That there wasn’t an ounce of talent flowing through your veins. Not a drop.

Daniel whispered something along the lines of, ‘They welcome grid girls back?’ as you accepted Alex’s hand, letting him pull you onto the box beside him. The suit fit you well, showing off your body in all the right places as you copied Alex’s stance.

You were directly behind Lando, and he could basically hear you breathing, as he pushed you to the back of his mind, setting his stoic expression for the camera. Maybe he should talk to you. Him and Oscar were once again shushed from their random chatting, as he huffed.

“Smile,” the cameraman said, as Lando gave a somewhat forced one, his usual shining smile clearly outdone by your radiant one. It was obvious you were happy to be there. But, for some reason which was hardly your own fault, Lando wasn’t happy for you to be there.

“Car shots, now!” a woman with a clipboard called out, directing each pairing of driver’s to their car. Once again, the Williams was placed beside the McLaren, almost like a clash of colour together, to show of their vibrancy compared to the dullness of the Mercedes of the VCARB.

If you blurred the lines of the McLaren and the Williams, you’d be left with mauve. Once the photos had been taken, the drivers had 30 minutes just talk and catch up with each other, as winter break had finally finished and most hadn’t spoke to each other for a while.

Lando watched with a half bitter expression as some of the drivers, his teammate included, as well as Carlos and Max, went over to you to introduce themselves. “Hello,” you were saying as Lando begrudgingly walked over to the group of drivers.

“New Williams driver, then?” Max said, stepping back subconsciously to let Lando into the circle. “Yeah,” you replied as Max smirked. “Well, you can light up the rear of the grid for us,” Carlos said with a nod as you smile somewhat faded.

In some ways, the Spaniard was right, the Williams, judging by last year and the year before, was in no place to fight for the top ten, let alone wins, but it did hurt to be put down so early. Before you’d even driven, actually.

“Maybe even the front, hopefully,” Alex said, shooting Max and Carlos a half-forced smile. “Quit it, mate,” Oscar shook his head with an amused smile as you followed Alex to examine the car. “McLaren’s looking good,” you said, kneeling down to examine the side of the car.

“Don’t get too close, there,” a voice said, making you jump as you straightened, seeing Lando. “Uh, I didn’t plan on it,” you said, cheeks a little red as he nodded. “Right,” he said, “it’s a good car, no?” he asked, eyes flashing across your face to gauge your reaction.

“Looks fast,” you said, eyes on the car, trailing over the bodywork. “Well, I’ll see you later, then,” Lando said with a half-hearted smile, “maybe when I lap you, I doubt I’ll be as low on the grid to pay you a visit,” he said coolly.

“I admire your confidence,” you said coolly, still looking over the car, Lando’s somewhat cocky nature faltering for a second. “Stay in your lane, Y/L/N,” he nearly hissed, leaning forwards as you felt his breath fan across your face, “and don’t step out of it,”.

A/N - Comment if you want to be in the tag list 💜

[embrosegraves]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥

based on this interaction I had with @itaipava I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I did writing it :D

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader  “I can’t believe you used to date this dickhead.”

Daniel was a man of many descriptions. He was determined. He was focused. He was honest. He was kind. However most importantly, he had an ego with the confidence to back it. Daniel had been with you for almost three and a half years. Your longest lasting relationship ever. 

Being with you for so long meant that Daniel was privy to all the information about previous exes of yours, just like you were with his. You had told him who you dated, who you hooked up with during school. Daniel appreciated your honesty about it all. There was one thing that he appreciated more than you being honest. 

He appreciated the fact that, looking at your dating history, he was the best fucking guy you’d ever been with. 

Most of your past conquests were conventionally attractive. In a weird way, Daniel liked that you had a visually appealing dating history. You were confused until he told you that compared to him, they all looked like little boys who couldn’t handle an absolute Goddess. 

You were reminded of this almost every time you came home to find Daniel, lying on your bed on his stomach with his feet swinging in the air, scrolling through one of your exes Instagram page. Today was no different. You always knew when he did this because the first sign when you walked through the door, was the insane amount of giggles that would come from your bedroom. The second clue was the sound of his feet occasionally meeting the mattress when they got too low from the swinging. The third and final clue was the massive, cheesy smile that always looked at you the second you stood in the doorway. 

“Who are you laughing at now?” You always asked him. He almost always answered the same. 

“The one before me.” His head would fall from its perch on his hand to fall on the mattress, and he would burst into a full blown belly laugh. It was your favourite one of Daniel’s laughs. 

‘The one before him’ was some dude you had briefly dated in school. He hadn’t made too much of an impression considering that you never remembered his name after you broke up. You sat on the bed beside him and looked at his phone screen where he was browsing through the cliche White Sigma Male photos your ex had posted. 

“I can’t believe you used to date this dickhead!” Daniel’s laughter was contagious. You found yourself laughing with him as you replied. 

“I was going through a phase okay?” Calmed slightly, though still giggling, Daniel looped his arms around your waist. 

“Thank God, I came just in time then huh? Cuz he looks fucking tragic.” The way he was leaning on you forced you to lay down. Now Daniel’s head was on your stomach looking at you while you looked at him and looped your fingers through his curls. 

“You’re the very best boyfriend, Danny.”

“Yeah?” 

“The very best there is.”

[earlysunshines]

i’m not gonna answer the ask directly bc then the pic would be on my page and just seeing it makes me wanna hurl so like whoever sent the ask w the ss of the danielle x male reader fic i just😭😭YUUCCCKK

pls don’t send these things in i rly don’t wanna see them seriously😭😭or hear ab it i just try to avoid gross things like male reader etc like ugghhhh i blocked the tag and stuff too😓

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

A Palomino Christmas

Jack Daniels x f!reader

|| Palomino universe oneshot, out of chronological order as I haven't finished the series yet. Can be read as a stand-alone. ||

{ Fuck Yeah Holidays | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: E

Summary: You spend Christmas at the ranch with Jack. You thought the present you got him was inspired until you see him wearing it - the cowboy way.

Inspired by snowsuit anon and this adorable post (and a super cute nickname for a pony) sent to me by @aynsleywalker.

Warnings: !Ski suit action!, drinking, mention of food, gratuitous descriptions of the male bulge body, dirty talk, safe unprotected sex, feelings so fluffy. These holiday fics are for fun, so not as *rigorously edited* as my regular stories, please forgive any mistakes or plot holes!

Word count: 4.5k

Dedicated to @guiltypleasure-girl who I'm so grateful to have made friends with this year and who, imho, draws the best Jack in all the lands. If you don't already, follow her art page @guiltypleasure-art for the most gorgeous fanart ❤️

It’s always busy in the Stateman’s main kitchen on Christmas morning. The smokey burn of firewood warms the cozy space as the radio blares holiday tunes. Poppy presides over the operations at the head of the table - everything is planned down to the T and everyone has a role.

On any other Christmas day, Jack would be her sous-chef, the one she relies on to keep everyone on schedule and in their place.

But alas, today is not any other Christmas day.

The normally put together cowboy ambles around the place like a headless chicken, leaving a trail of half-completed tasks in his wake. Tequila, in uncharacteristic discretion, follows two steps behind.

He turns off the tap that Jack’s left pouring into the already full kettle, draining the excess water and putting it on the boil.

There’s one slice of bread in the toaster, while another lies forgotten on the table, which Teak slides into the free slot and pushes down the lever.

Jack pulls a jar of pickles from the fridge unseeingly, putting it on the table and walking away in search of a mug under three sets of watching, worried eyes. Teak replaces it with his friend’s favourite strawberry jam without a word.

While the oblivious cowboy’s back is turned, Teak motions his hand and forth across his neck in a slicing motion, mouthing nope emphatically at the occupants of the kitchen table.

On his cue, Poppy clears her throat and speaks up, ‘Jack, sweetie, why don’t you go check on the horses after your toast? The stable boys want to leave work early today after doing their morning rounds.’

‘Yeah, sure,’ he answers absent-mindedly, staring down into the empty mug in his grasp as if he’s lost his train of thought.

At that very moment, the toaster pops and Jack practically jumps out of his skin, stepping on Jameson’s paw where he’s lying on his rug in front of the fire, prompting an indignant yelp from the border collie and winces from around the table.

‘Sorry boy,’ he apologises and picks up his toast - burning his fingers - and stumbling over his feet to set his plate down. ‘Mornin’,’ he nods to the others without really registering who’s there.

Jack proceeds to butter his toast with such singular focus that he doesn’t notice when Tequila fills his still empty cup with coffee, only to knock it over immediately when a phone buzzes and his hand flies out to grab his. Ginger and Poppy trade concerned looks as he jumps onto his feet with another apology, snatching a tea towel to clean up the mess.

Eggsy, on potato peeling duty on the other side of the table, isn’t so diplomatic. ‘You’re jumpier than Bambi this morning, cowboy.’

Jack grunts noncommittally and chews on his toast, not rising to the bait.

‘Don’t be so nervous mate, we promise we’ll be on our best behaviour.’

Teak snorts from the kitchen counter where he’s making his PBJ. ‘I don’t know about England, but around these parts, lying on Christmas day is frowned upon.’

Eggsy replies high-handedly, ‘Can’t speak for you, Tequila, but I’ll be on my best behaviour.’

Ginger chuckles as Teak sits down at the table with his sandwich. ‘Ha! I’ll believe it when I see it.’

Jack points a forceful finger at the boys, one after the other. ‘I swear to the baby Jesus Christ, if you two don’t behave yourselves, there will be hell to pay.’

Eggsy snickers. ‘Never thought I’d see the day. Ol’ cowboy Jack falls heads over heels for a bird -’ he screeches when the coffee-soaked rag hits him in the face, which sends Teak into hysterical laughter. ‘Oi! What the fuck, man!’

Ignoring the ruckus, Jack dusts the crumbs from his hands and shrugs on his jacket, grabbing a thermos and filling it up with fresh coffee. With a hurried later, he strides out of the warmth of the kitchen and into the frigid morning air.

Thermos tucked under his arm, Jack rubs his palms together, warming his fingertips with his breath as snow crunches beneath his well-worn boots. The ranch is blanketed in thick snow, a picture-perfect postcard landscape as it is every Christmas. The morning mist has yet to burn off, but he can tell by the peek of blue through the clouds that it will be a fine day.

If your flight is on time, you should be on your way by now. He’d wanted to pick you up from the airport, but you insisted that there’s no point in him driving all the way there when you already know the way. Depending on the conditions, it shouldn’t be long until you arrive.

His list of chores isn’t long this morning - the stable boys will be on duty until lunchtime - but still, he wants to tick all the boxes before you get here. Striding into the heated stables, he says howdy to the grooms and whistles, smiling as dozens of faces appear at the doors, ears pointed forwards in attention, snickering and whinnying at him.

This never gets old.

‘Mornin’ ladies and gentlemen,’ he calls out, wandering down the stalls, rubbing a velvety nose here and pulling on a furry ear there. ‘Who’s ready to stretch their legs this fine mornin’, huh?’

Starting at the end of the stables, he unlatches Bourbon’s door and ushers him out of the stall, then crosses the aisle to let out Tanqueray, Champ’s elderly but still supremely poised Friesian, who clops leisurely towards the exit. Zig-zagging back and forth, Jack whistles, jostles and chats to the horses, all smartly dressed in warm rugs, as they file out down the corridor and into the courtyard for a bit of morning exercise while the stable boys mucked out their stalls.

‘No loitering, ma’am,’ says Jack sternly when Poppy’s mare, Pie, idles in the middle of the building. He gives her a firm pat on the rump to get her moving and whistles at one of the cheeky Shetland ponies who’s snuck into someone else’s stall. ‘Half-Pint! What did I say about stealing your friends’ treats? Shoo, now!’

The stables empty, the echoes of hooves on the concrete ground fading, with Scotch being one of the last to exit. Looping back to make sure there are no dilly-dalliers, Jack’s surprised to find the palomino, who would normally be leading the charge towards the grazing fields, still lingering at the barn doors.

‘Whatcha doin’, boy?’ he calls out.

Scotch tosses his head and steps to the side -

And you appear.

With the biggest grin, you run towards him and fly into his arms.

Your cheeks are wet, the spray of snow powder melting when it hits your skin. It drifts all around you as Scotch eats up the white ground, the thundering hooves muted by the soft cushion of the untouched, overnight snow. The mountain air is sweet and pure and stingingly cold, you can barely feel your face anymore - but it might just be from how hard you’ve been smiling.

You feel like you’re in the middle of a Christmas movie. The lush, green landscape you remember so well from your trip months ago is now all coated in wintry glory, but you still recognise the contours of the land and the mountains. It’s your first time in the saddle since - the whistle of the winds in your ear is a song you remember all the words to, the burn in your out-of-practice muscles all over a familiar old friend.

And you’re happy.

Slowing Scotch to an easy trot as you approach the end of the trail, your breath mists in front of your face as you look down over the ranch, a scene straight out of a classic snow globe, thin wisps of smoke drifting from the chimneys of the wooden lodges dotted across the property.

Gently manoeuvring the palomino to a halt and giving him a pat on the neck, you turn to smile at Jack as he walks up beside you on Whiskey. ‘I’ve missed this so much.’

‘Me too,’ he answers, warm eyes on you.

You give him a sidelong glance. ‘You’ve been here the whole time, cowboy.’

‘I know. I’ve missed you being here.’ He reaches over and pulls your gloved hand towards him, presses a kiss to the back. You want to shuck off the leather and cup his whiskered jawline in your palm, push the well-worn hat off and twine your fingers into his hair -

Later. There will be time for all that later, preferably in front of a roaring fireplace.

You break the moment with an eyebrow arched in a challenge. ‘Race you to the stables?’

Jack grins. ‘You’re on, darlin’.’

Christmas dinner is in the main lodge, which you didn’t use during your trip in the summer. The intimate space is exuberantly decorated in red and gold, a huge, freshly cut pine tree stands proudly by the antique fireplace, a merry fire burning. The table is beautifully laid, silverware immaculately polished and fine china sit alongside holidays-themed napkins. A magnificent feast lines the length of the mahogany dining table comfortably seating eight.

But any kind of decorum stops there.

As the hours tick by and bottles of wine and sherry are emptied, the meal has descended into what Jack warned you in advance as ‘typical Kingsman chaos’. According to the cowboy, the whole Kingsman team comes to the ranch every summer for their annual company retreat, but only Merlin, Eggsy and Harry fly over for Christmas. And while their contingent is small, havoc is an inevitable conclusion where any number of the Kingsman are involved.

Desserts are still being passed around the table - sticky toffee pudding, pecan pie and Yule log - when Teak and Eggsy start to raise their voices and slap the table about British and American Christmas songs. They’re currently yelling - not singing - carols at each other, with Jameson barking excitedly in the background.

Tequila throws his hands up in frustration at Eggsy’s rendition of Twelve Days of Christmas. ‘Why is there a partridge in a pear tree? What the fuck is a partridge?’

Champ and Merlin are having a more civilised but no less intense debate about pies - specifically mince pies versus pumpkin pie as a holiday dessert.

‘Next year, old chap,’ declares Merlin. ‘I’ll bring mince pies with me and you’ll be eating your words, just you wait.’

Jack whispers in your ear. ‘He says that every year, but never does.’

You chuckle and turn your attention to Harry, who’s now insisting that they should put Love Actually up on the big projector screen after dinner, whereas Ginger and Poppy are lobbying for Elf.

‘Why not The Holiday? It’s literally the perfect American-British movie,' you pitch in, which launches another furious tirade of debate at your end of the table.

Jack mumbles under his breath. ‘Because they’re idiots and pointless, festive arguing is a winter sport around here.’

His arm is warm around your shoulders as you giggle into your mulled wine. ‘Is it like this every year?’

‘Yup,’ he answers, really popping the P. With a mild touch of embarrassment, he holds your amused gaze and asks, ‘Too much?’

Tipping your face upwards, you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

‘Just enough,’ you assure him as the corners of his eyes crinkle in the warmest smile.

You didn’t have time to drop off your suitcase at Jack’s cottage, which is a short drive from the ranch, when you arrived in the morning. Instead, with Champ’s blessing, you commandeered one of the guest cabins, all empty in the off-season - which is just as well. By the time midnight rolls around, it’s clear that no one is in any state to make their way back to their respective off-site houses.

Harry and the ladies retired to their borrowed rooms a little while ago, leaving you and Jack to round up the stragglers. You check on Teak, lying face down on the sofa, bundled up in his winter quilts in an aborted attempt to leave. A few steps over, you drape a blanket on Champ and another one on Merlin, who are passed out on armchairs which look comfortable enough to sleep in, socked feet up on matching ottomans. Eggsy is cuddling with Jameson in front of the fire, and Jack feeds the logs to make sure it burns till morning.

It’s bleak outside. Jack shields you from the worst of the winds, tucking you into his side as you trudge across the snow, the early start you’ve had catching up on you. Thankfully, the heating is already on in the cabin when you get there, and he starts a fire as well while you get ready for bed.

When you pad into the bedroom in your pyjamas, teeth brushed and makeup washed off, Jack looks up to see you holding a neatly-wrapped present, a shy smile on your lips.

Standing up from the fireplace, he dusts his hands and reaches for you, palms settling on the small of your back, leaning down to graze his still cold nose against yours. ‘Is that for me, darlin’?’

‘Maybe,’ you reply coyly. ‘Do you want to do presents now or tomorrow morning?’

‘Let’s do it now, I have to feed the horses early tomorrow,’ answers Jack, pecking you on the cheek. ‘Give me five minutes.’

The bed is cold, and you have to steel yourself to burrow into the icy cocoon of the thick covers, missing Jack’s warmth. He doesn’t make you wait long, re-appearing in just boxers, and a big box in hand, switching off all but the bedside lights.

Sliding under the duvet, he yelps when your icy feet tangle into his longer legs, making you laugh. His bare skin heats you up instantly as he wraps one arm around you and pulls you into his broad chest. You feel him hum when he asks, ‘You want to go first, darlin’?’

Blinking up at him, you answer nervously, ‘No - you first.’

He pushes the box your way and you sit up, pretending to shake the package to gauge what’s inside. Jack chuckles, his strong forearms dark against the beige quilt wrapped around his middle. Only his fingers give away his nerves, picking at loose threads in the fabric as you carefully unravel the wrapping paper.

Lifting the lid of the box, your lips part and you stare wordlessly at what’s inside.

‘Jack,’ you breathe. ‘It’s beautiful.’

Gently, you pull out the cowboy hat in tan suede, the smell of fresh leather comforting as you turn it over in your grasp, marvelling at the craftsmanship in the dips and swells of the construction.

‘Try it on, darlin’,’ he says, his shoulders relaxing in relief at your reaction.

You do, and of course, it fits perfectly. Shuffling onto your knees, you crawl closer to kiss him fully on the lips, tilting your head to the side so that his face fits under the brim of your hat. ‘Thank you, I love it.’

Jack arches an eyebrow. ‘You might want to check the box again, darlin’.’

Sitting back on your haunches, you send him an almost accusatory look. ‘You can’t give me two presents, cowboy.’

He shrugs with an insolent grin. ‘I’m a grown man, I’ll do what I like. ‘

Your eyes alight on the black velvet case at the bottom of the box, and you draw it out with careful fingers as if it will break. With one last glance at Jack, you gingerly lift the lid, feeling the hinges creak.

Jack watches you closely, his own breathing suspended as you stare down into your hands, thoughts whirring in his head. Is it too much, too soon? Is he comin’ on too strong? Would you even like it?

After the longest ten seconds of his life, you look up at him with soft eyes and brows drawn, a crack in your voice. ‘Jack.’

He gives you a lopsided smile and reaches for the box. ‘I went back to the same silversmith who made my belt buckle and asked him to make this.’

The chain is delicate in his big, weathered hands. It takes him a couple of tries, but he eventually manages to pry open the hinge of the clasp and holds out the necklace towards you in a question. ‘May I, darlin’?’

Turning around, the bed dips behind you as Jack shifts closer, cool silver kissing your décolletage as he fastens the clasp behind your neck. Your gaze drops downwards, the tip of your index finger testing the weight of the solid sterling pendant in the shape of a flask, Statesman emblazoned in delicate lettering -

A much smaller but exact copy of his belt buckle.

His words draw you out of your thoughts. ‘You like it?’

‘I love it,’ you correct him, twisting around to tackle him into the mattress, your knees around his waist as you loom over him, knocking off your hat so you can kiss him properly. ‘It’s perfect. Thank you.’

The pendant dangles from your neck, tickling him on the chin as he winds one big hand into your hair, his eyes following as it sways. ‘It looks good on you, darlin’.’

The warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest starts to recede as your eyes land on the present you got for him on the bed. The giddiness you felt when you found it is a distant dream, instead, anxiety threatens to take root deep in your head. If you got something from Amazon tonight, is there any chance that they could deliver tomorrow -

‘Darlin’. You’re thinking too loudly,’ says Jack soothingly, chucking you gently under your chin. ‘What’s wrong?’

You shake your head. ‘I got you a really stupid present. Let’s forget about it - I’ll get you something else.’

His brows draw together in concern as he grabs your wrists and pulls you flush against his chest so that there’s nowhere else to look but at him. ‘Don’t say that, there’s no such thing as a stupid present. Whatever you got me, I’m sure I’ll love it.’

You inhale deeply, chewing your bottom lip. ‘You mentioned a few weeks ago that your leather jacket and fleeces are too bulky and it’s hard to move around in all the layers when it's cold.’

He nods encouragingly. ‘That I did.’

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you reach out and drag the package towards him. ‘Well, I saw this at my local shop, and thought it might help.’

Jack gives you a reassuring smile and leans back into the pillows, grabbing the present excitedly. He pulls you against his side, as if he’s trying to squeeze all the self-doubt out of you, the gift draped across your laps as he starts to unwrap it.

You’re a bundle of jitters when he rips off the wrapping paper with impatient fingers, and the lightweight and puffy blue fabric comes into view.

Jack shakes out the neatly folded one-piece. ‘Is it - a ski suit?’

You nod and point out the black contrasting detailing on the front of the suit. ‘It's light and it's warm. Look at the western design with the single point pockets - I couldn’t not get it for you.’

Jack chuckles, the sound warming you as his arm tightens around your shoulders. ‘Well, I’ll be damned. So simple, yet so clever.’

‘You like it?’ you ask in the smallest voice.

‘I love it,’ he grins, drawing you in for another kiss. ‘Thank you, darlin’.’

Finally assuaged, you sag against him, a yawn creeping up on you as the tension in your body recedes. ‘You want to try it on now?’

Tucking you in, he says, ‘I’ll try it tomorrow, it’s been a long day for you, darlin’.

Putting your hat and his ski suit on the bedside table, Jack turns off the light, his body immediately seeking out yours under the sheets, claiming every inch of you with a leg between your thighs, front plastered to your back, palms under your ratty pyjamas top, splayed across your naked skin.

It’s been too long.

Nose tucked behind your ear, his arms full of you - finally here after months of feeling your phantom weight in his embrace - the night slips away as the snow falls outside.

It’s too warm under the covers when you wake up, even though Jack’s side of the bed is empty. You stretch lazily, the clock reads 8am but the fire is still going strong, he must have stoked it when he got up.

You decide to make some coffee and wait for him to come back before venturing to the communal kitchen for breakfast. While the water boils, you smile as you fiddle with the necklace sitting on your chest, warm and reassuring against your skin.

The smell of caffeine fills the cabin as you sip from your mug, and before long, you hear Jack stomping up the stairs, humming a country tune in his raspy baritone as he approaches the door.

Pouring him a steaming cup, you say, ‘Hey, I made you some coffee -’

You trail off when you turn around.

Your morning brain can’t quite grasp the picture in front of you. Jack’s still wearing his cowboy hat, his nose red from the cold. Vaguely, you realise he’s wearing the present you gifted him - and you congratulate yourself on the fact that it fits him like a damn glove.

The ski suit accentuates his broad shoulders and tapers in at his waist in a flattering cut, the zipper drawn all the way up to the hollow of his throat. He’s replaced the detachable belt that came with the ski suit with his own, the flask bottle buckle popping against the blue.

But the bottom half - that you have trouble comprehending. It takes you a beat longer to realise why.

He’s wearing full-length cowboy chaps over it.

Chaps are essentially leather trousers with the seat cut out, and Jack's wearing them with his belt looped through the straps. You know he only uses them when it’s muddy, to keep his jeans clean. He didn’t wear them at all on your pack trip, but you’ve seen a peek on Facetime in the rainy months in between. And now that you're seeing them in person, you decide that like them - a lot.

Your gaze, slow as molasses despite being completely unburdened by shame, slides all the way down to the triangle of blue framed by the negative space in the brown chaps where - for the lack of a better expression - his prominent endowment hangs heavy at the apex of his strong thighs. Not that you’re trying to look, but you can see the very heft of him through the fabric.

Jesus H. Christ. It’s too fucking early to be sinning.

When Jack realises that you’re staring, he says somewhat apologetically, clearly oblivious to the merry tangent your mind has gone off on. ‘Sorry, I know I’m not meant to wear it this way, but I didn’t want to get it dirty -’

You shake your head hastily. ‘No, it’s not that. It’s - perfect.’

Something breathless in your tone catches his ear, and he tilts his head to the side, one large hand coming to rest on his hip, thick fingers spread obnoxiously wide over the side of the chaps. The beginning of a cocky smile lifts the corner of his mouth. ‘Yeah, darlin’? You like it?’

Leaving your mug on the counter top, you bite your lip and give him your best teasing grin. ‘Why don’t you turn around so I can take a better look, cowboy?’

He arches an eyebrow at your boldness, but decides to indulge you. Voice dropping an octave, he rasps, ‘Better take a seat for this, darlin’.’

You grin and do as you’re told, turning the kitchen chair around so that you’re facing him, running your eyes up and down his frame as he steps into your space, narrow hips swaying to a beat you can’t hear. Hooking his thumbs into his belt, he suddenly turns with a dramatic flourish and arches his back, granting you an unrivalled view of his behind framed by the chaps cut off at the top of his thighs, the ski suit tight against his pert bottom.

‘Enjoy the view, darlin’?’ he asks, grinning over his shoulder at you.

You swat him on one cheek playfully, and when he swoops suddenly into your lap in a classic burlesque move, you squeal, ‘Jack!’

Bending his knees, he grinds into your thighs as you laugh, the ski suit soft on your skin while the leather chaps scrape against your bare shins. Turning around, he reaches up to tug the suit’s zipper downwards in a slow, deliberate course, and he purrs, ‘What say you if ol’ cowboy Jack gives you a proper show, hmm?’

You inhale sharply as the white wife beater underneath comes into view, and you reach up to help him push one side of the ski suit off his shoulder, revealing the firm line of his left arm.

‘Thought that was more of Teak’s thing,’ you quip, licking your lips as your eyes skim down his front to settle on the weighty bulge now straining against the front of the suit, your eager fingers pulling him closer by his belt buckle.

Gripping the edge of the table, he traps you into your seat, his stare dropping to the matching pendant resting on your now heaving bosom, taking in your blown pupils as he grins. ‘Anythin’ for you, darlin’.’

‘Aren’t I the luckiest girl,’ you muse, taking off his hat and flinging it onto the table, his hungry stare alone pinning you in place when you drag him down to you by his lapels.

Warm lips part yours and he delves into your mouth, kissing you deeply. The promise of more leaves you chasing him as he draws back with a drawl. ‘You’re about to get a whole lot luckier, darlin’.’

The thick material of the ski suit is almost pillowy as your fingers dig into his shoulders to steady yourself. It rubs gently on your nipples as you rock against Jack, arms wound around his neck while his desperate hands cup and knead the plump swell of your ass, dragging you up and down his hard cock.

‘That’s it, you’re ridin' me beautifully, darlin’,’ he growls into your ear, exhaling hot and heavy as he nips your collar bone. ‘Missed you so much.’

His chaps are slippery under your bare thighs from your slick, and you clench at the sensation of being completely naked on top of him when he’s still fully clothed, only his belt and zipper undone so that he can fuck up into you, the rickety kitchen chair groaning under the weight of the two of you.

‘Missed you too,’ you whisper against his lips, crying out when he hits a particularly deep spot inside you. ‘Yes, yes, harder, Jack.’

Leaning forward, he takes one breast into his hot mouth, one eye on your necklace that’s sticking to your sweaty skin before licking you between your tits and over the silver pendant, the salt sharp on his tongue. He hums, ‘You wear it so well.’

‘I won’t take it off, ever,’ you swear, throwing your head back when he scrapes his teeth against the column of your neck, so full of him that your knees quake.

‘Good,’ growls Jack, thrusting harder into you, making your breath stutter. ‘Keep me with you, darlin’ - always.’

You smile, fingers curled into his hair, stealing a tender moment as your noses bump and eyes meet with the easiest promise you will ever keep. ‘Always.’

Notes: Am I allowed to pick favourites? I'm not? I'm doing it anyway -- this is my favourite out of all the holiday fics, no question! I'm so soft for cowboy Jack and his darlin' 🥹 We've been spending time with just the two of them so far in the series, so it was really fun to explore the group situations, especially with the Kingsman involved!

I hope you enjoyed this fluffy interlude. Wishing you all a very merry Christmas and thank you so much for reading ❤️

[gemini-sensei]

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Below, you will find the list of characters I write for and the things I will/won't write. Please read through this before sending any asks, otherwise it will be deleted.

Characters I Write For:

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

Demetri Alexopoulos

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Samantha LaRusso

Tory Nichols

Moon

Yasmine

Poly!Daniel and Amanda LaRusso

Poly! Carmen and Amanda

Most any poly!ship you can think of

Blue Beetle/DC Characters:

Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle)

Milagro Reyes

Jenny Kord

Bart Allen (fancast: Jacob Bertrand)

Character's I'm not comfortable writing for romantically:

Johnny Lawrence

Anthony LaRusso

Wills and Will-Nots (please read before sending in an ask):

The Wills:

I mostly write female readers, as it is what I am familiar with and know best. I will write AFAB and gender nonspecific readers as well, just let me know in your ask what you'd like.

I will also write plus-sized/chubby readers be default unless you state otherwise in your ask/request. If you don't want chubby reader, please be specific.

I will write fluff, angst, and smut. This includes angst without a happy ending.

I will write poly relationships, ie. poly Moon and Hawk.

I will write topics such as depression, anxiety, EDs, and other mental health topics if I'm comfortable and confident that I can write and represent them properly. If I'm not confident that I can do that, I will let you know and update this list.

I will write disabilities and sickness. I'm hard of hearing and deal with chronic pain myself, so these topics don't make me uncomfortable.

For NSFW content, I will write most kinks to the best of my ability. I will also write wlw and poly content. I'm not sure how confident I am with writing mlm NSFW content when it comes to character x character though.

The Will-Nots:

I will not write about SH in graphic detail, meaning on page. I may reference it, but it will be vague.

I will not write daddy kink/ddlg, incest, or age play.

I will not write character cheating on reader.

I don't write male readers as I am not confident in my ability to write them. My sincerest apologies.

I will not write Miguel x Reader x Robby in a poly relationship and no Kiaz under any circumstances.

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[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

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Warnings: friends to lovers, mutal pining, smoking, wet dreams, confessions, oral (fem recieving), fingering, unprotected sex, passionate sex, quiet sex, praise kink, hair pulling, male + female orgasm Word count: 2.4k Genre: fluff + smut Summary: You and Dan are forced to share a singular double bed. Pairings: assitant!reader x actor!dan A/n: The Dan brainrot is unreal atm guys, so here is the one bed trope and my fic for the actual darling Dan. (Also i know i normally use a gif for my story banners, but i couldnt find of Dan with his longer hair :_( so instead i used that picture because it also has a chokehold on me) Proof read?: yes

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"First you have hair and makeup at 10, then immediatly after, we have the cast introduction hall where you go meet the other cast in your costume, because you just have to be in costume because it wouldn't make any differance to our lives whtether you were or weren't. Not like it makes my life any less stressful." You gave a small nervous chuckle to yourself as Dan watched you from the opposite in the limo with a slightly concerned look on his face. "Then once you have been there for ,jesus, two hours, then we are heading over to the convention center where you are doing an hour of photo ops, an hour of autographs and an hour long pannel. After that, we can head somewhere to grab food, before we head back to the hotel room where two nice big beds are gonna be waiting for us. And we can relax and sleep before another lovely long day tomorrow." You leg started to bounce as you stared down at the ipad in your hands with the schedule on it.

Dan sighed watching you before snatching the ipad straight from your hands, making you look up and try to grab it back off of him. "Daniel i need that do my job please." Dan gave you a stren look with his eyebrows raised, before you sat back and pouted, when he gave you that look he was telling you to chill out and listen to him. "Dear, you have been staring at that ipad all morning, you've had the schedule sorted for an hour yet you keep saying it out loud, so for the last half an hour of this journey, your gonna be my friend and not my assistant ok?" You sighed glaring at him before crossing your arms and muttering "Fine." He smiled and put the ipad down before picking his phone up and turning to the camera.

He nudged your shoulder and held his middle finger up to you for the picture. You looked up and failed to hold back a smile before holding your middle finger up to him as he took the picture. He showed you the picture before you started chatting to each other like friends. Although you were rather unhealthily addicted to your work sometimes, you did miss these little conversations about nothing in particular. You and Dan had known and been friends with each other for 10 years now. For 6 of those years, you had been his assistant after his old one got caught stealing from him.

Soon enough the limo pulled up to the studio, where other members of the cast of Dan's next film were arriving and heading to their own trailers. You and Dan got out the car and headed to his trailer where a hair and makeup artist was waiting. She smiled and guided Dan to the chair as you went and sat a little further down the trailer starting to look at the comic con news page to make sure things were still going smoothly over there. Thankfully they were so you started looking for new outfits for Dan. All while you were once again distracted by the ipad, Dan was in the chair having his hair tampered with slightly as his current longer hair was about right for his costume anyway.

After finding a decent suit that really screamed Dan, you got up to go show him, only to realise that he had already gone to the meet up without you because you were that distracted by your side jobs. You sighed and sat back down and waited for him to get back. After about 45 minutes, Dan finally got back, he shut and locked the door and let out a loud sigh, before pulling his shirt off. You felt yourself staring at him for a moment too long when you looked away. The thing with you was, in secret, you had the biggest crush on Dan, how could you not? His long hair always did things for you, not to mention his body, not too muscular but still had prominent muscle on his biceps. Not to mention his gorgeous blue eyes, you had always wanted to just stare into them for eternity. And he had the sweetest personality, even if sometimes he did look quite intimidating in some of his roles.

The day went on as planned, Dan met a few really sweet fans at the comic con and got to see the cast of his latest film again on the panel. After the con, you both went and got some food from some fancy food place that you quickly forgot the name of. You took the food back to the hotel, signed in, and headed up to your room. You pushed open the door once it unlocked and mostly just dumped the bags in a space next to the door. You and Dan walked further into the room chatting and put your food down before Dan gave your shoulder a tap, looking at the main area of the room. "There's only one bed love." Your eyes widened as you spun round and groaned, seeing the affirmentioned only double bed in the room. "Shit im sorry Dan, i could have sworn i booked a room with two beds." He chuckled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, we've known each other long enough, i think we can share a bed." You gave a small smile before grabbing your food and sitting down at the small table in the room to eat.

Later on you had finished ordering Dan the suit from earlier whilst sat on the bed, when you caught a glimpse of him over the top of your laptop. He was out on the balcony with a ciggerate between his fingers. God he looked gorgeous. A few stray strands of hair had fallen into his face, covering his eyes slightly as he took a drag from his ciggerette. He had on his black suit from earlier with a leather trench coat on instead of a blazer, as it was colder outside since it was currently october. You must have been staring for a while as Dan caught the sight of you in the corner of his eyes. He turned and looked at you smiling before letting the smoke slowly flow out of his mouth. Your cheeks turned bright red before you ducked down to hide behind your laptop again.

For the rest of the evening, up until you were in the bathroom changing into an oversized shirt and shorts for bed, the image never left your mind once. Whilst in the bathroom, you splashed your face with some water and hummed before coming out of the bathroom. When you looked at the bed, there was Dan, shirtless with the covers just up to his waist. You looked down and walked to the other side of the bed silently. You layed down with your back to him and turned off the lamp. You heard Dan groan slightly from behind you. "You alright there love? You're a bit quiet." You hummed quickly in response and closed your eyes to sleep, soon enough falling asleep.

Soon after your eyes closed, you felt yourself drift into a dream. As you looked round in the dream, you saw Dan back on the balcony, again with the ciggerate between his fingers, but this time, as soon as you saw hum, Dan started to walk over. He put the cigarette in an ashtray and leaned over. His hand tilted your face up at him before he gently blew the smoke down onto your face. The whole thing felt intoxicating as he pushed you down onto the bed and crawled over you. His lips pressed against your stomach and worked their lower and lower. You softly moaned out his name as his rubbed his palm against your clothed cunt before he spoke. "Darling, darling look at me, y/n wake up."

Your eyes slowly opened to see the real Dan looking down at you from where he sat up. "Hey, you were um, making quite a bit of noise." Your eyes widened as you remembered the filthy dream you had just been having about this same man. "Dan i um-" You were about to confess before you just stiffened up, you didn't know what to do. In the dim light, you could still see Dan's lips curl up into a smirk. "Darling i don't think you need to say anything else." His eyes darkened before he pulled you into a soft kiss. You felt yourself loosen, before climbing into his lap and holding Dan's face between your hands.

You pulled back for a second and looked into Dan's eyes. "Daniel Jonathon Stevens, i have loved you ever since i met you in that filty fucking bar and i have been waiting all this time for you to do this." He grinned up at you. "Trust me sweetheart, I've been waiting just as long to have you say those words to me." Before you could give him some snarky reply, Dan flipped you both over and kissed down your neck, as his hands roamed around under your shirt. Your hands held the back of his head against your neck, the feeling was 10 times more euphoric than anything you had ever dreamt of. You let out a small squeak as Dan's hand found your breast and gave it a desperate squeeze.

Dan smiled and pushed your shirt up, taking your nipple between his teeth gently. You hummed before he started to kiss down your stomach. You subtly bit your lip watching him before he slid your shorts down your legs, along with your panties. Dan pushed your legs apart and layed on his stomach between them, before lifting one of your legs and resting it on his shoulder. He looked up at your face for approval. "Please don't tease." Already you sounded so desperate, so whiny, all for him. "Wouldn't dream of it pretty girl." He wasted no time in licking a stripe up your cunt before pressing his tounge into you. You arched your back as your hands shot to tangle up in his soft brown locks.

One of his hands gripped your thigh so tight you were sure there would be a white handprint underneath. While his other hand was blindly groping and massaging the sound mounds of flesh under the shirt. Soft moans became muffled by your hand as you covered your mouth, knowing there were other people sleeping soundly in the rooms next to you, possibly even one of Dan's costars. You felt his hand pull away from your breast causing a small whine before you let out a louder gasp as Dan pushed two fingers into you, now sucking on your clit.

You threw your head back as your legs started to writhe, which was quickly shut don by dan as he somehow tightened his death grip on your thigh. Dan hummed against your clit, as his fingers curled in a 'come here' motion inside you, stroking that one spot. You clenched round his fingers, signalling that you were close. You felt right on the edge, when you felt an absence of fullness. Your head shot up whining to see Dan licking his lips and pushing his boxers down just enough to let his throbbing cock free. You could see your wettness in Dan's beard as it shimered in the moonlight.

"Don't whine now angel, i want you to come on my cock." He crawled back onto the bed and placed his knees either side of yours as he lined himself up. Your arms wrapped round his neck and pulled him down into a kiss right as Dan pushed his full legnth into you. You furrowed your brows and laid there with your mouth open as Dan kissed the side of your mouth sloppily. He let you adjust to his ,suprisingly large, size before slowly starting to move. Dan laid his forehead on your shoulder, groaning quietly. "Fuck you feel so incredible my love." Your hands once again found his hair and wove your fingers into it. For the most part you had been fairly quiet, that was until Dan managed to hit that spot once again.

You squealed his name before Dan quickly clamped a hand firmly over your mouth. You whimpered as he whispered against your skin between leaving small purple marks on it. "Shhh, quiet for me angel, don't someone to complain and make us stop now do we?" You shook your head as he hiked your thigh up and held it at his hip with his free hand. You soon felt you orgasm building again and tugged at Dan's hair slightly, causing him to groan and dig his nails into your thigh. "You close darling?" You nodded frantically and squirmed under him. "Go ahead, let me feel how good i make you sweetheart." His tone was lust filled and sultry as he spoke and panted in your ear. His voice was the last push before your orgasm hit. Your eyes rolled back and your thighs shook. Dan thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out and cumming on your thigh, cursing under his breath as he did.

Once he was sure the last drop of his load was on your thigh, Dan flopped down next to you, panting and glistening with sweat, and yet he'd never looked hotter. "You alright angel?" You turned your head to the side and nodded, smiling. "Much better now that you know how i feel about you." Dan smiled softly and leant over, kissing your cheek before getting up and going to the bathroom. You laid there motionless, staring at the ceiling with a small smile on your face at the thoughts of you and Dan finally getting together. He soon came back with a rag and some clean boxers on. Dan wiped the cum from between your legs and off of your thigh, before tossing the rag onto the pile of dirty clothes in the corner.

Dan got you into one of his hoodies and a fresh pair of panties before laying in bed and cuddling with you, his face nestled in your neck. You hummed and intertwined his fingers with your as his hand rested on your stomach protectively. You kissed the back of his hand before closing your eyes to sleep. "Oh darling one little thing." You hummed in acknowledgement, not bothering to open your eyes. "You should probably use some foundation on your neck tomorrow." You groaned as he chuckled. "You're lucky i love you Daniel bloody stevens."

[prolix-yuy]

Cognitive Dissonance

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x F!Reader "Sugar"

Summary: It's only a bachelorette party. You only have to pretend you're happy, that your life isn't a fake smile and a rocky engagement. It's only Westworld, after all, where you can be whoever you want for a few short hours. And the charming cowboy Jack Daniels is only a host. Isn't he?

Series Word Count: 23.7k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, descriptions of male and female bodies, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), some light D/s themes, Jack needs his own warning because his mouth is a weapon, slight dubcon if you squint and think hard about it, major infidelity themes, some liberties taken with how Westworld works.

Original commissioned artwork by @miranhas-art. If you are interested in working with the amazingly talented Mari, please head to her Tumblr page or check out if her commissions are open. While this art depicts the reader in a finite way, the character is written without descriptions of physical attributes. You are the reader, the reader is you, and this is one possible version of that for me.

Notes: Welcome to my Westworld Whiskey story! After ages of teasing this concept, I am finally releasing it. This takes place in Season 1, around Episode 6: The Adversary. I'm taking some liberties with how Westworld works, but we should all have a good time because of it.

There are major themes and acts of infidelity in this work, so if this isn’t your cup of tea scroll along friend!

Warnings are marked at the beginning of each chapter.

Chapter 1: Never Realized I’d Been Here Before

Chapter 2: But Then I Saw Her

Chapter 3: On My Darkest Day She Helped Me

Chapter 4: Perhaps This Life Was Not My True Life

Chapter 5: This World Was Not My True Home

Chapter 6: But She Was

Chapter 7: Take My Heart When You Go

Chapter 8: Take Mine In Its Place

Cross-posted on AO3

Chapter titles are taken from Akecheta's monologue in Season 2, Episode 8 "Kiksuya."

Cognitive dissonance theory postulates that an underlying psychological tension is created when an individual’s behavior is inconsistent with his or her thoughts and beliefs. This underlying tension then motivates an individual to make an attitude change that would produce consistency between thoughts and behaviors.

The story continues in Decoherence

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[mngo-jii]

HUZZAH UR REQUESTS ARE OPEN ONCE MORE!!! i'd like to request daniel page x male reader hcs where reader is an animagus! you can choose the animal! (you don't have to stick to one animal either!)

“ LOOKS LIKE YOU’VE GOT A NEW PET, PAGE. ”

animals: dog, cat, bunny, bird ++ can be read as gender neutral!

letter ✉️: I apologize if the animals I used are too basic or simple! Other specific animals can fall into some of these, though—like wolves in dogs, and obviously there's a wide variety of birds so you don't have to imagine a plain Euresian Tree Sparrow

ⵢ₊˚ dog (or wolf!) ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა

...He does this mean thing where he commands you and talks to you like you're an actual dog—even in your human form!

If you get constantly annoyed by this, he definitely laughs at your face like a bully. Sometimes it seems like he's worse than Cassandra! (never the Frey twins though, that is crossing the line /j)

If you behave like an actual pet dog and do as he says or react to the things he calls you (good dog, bad dog), then he'll be a little flustered about it. Mostly amused, slightly embarrassed. It doesn't stop him from teasing you, but his wobbly grin and pink cheeks don't falter.

It's become such a natural thing, that sometimes Daniel can no longer help but to actually order you at times he isn't even teasing you.

i.e. during battles and he thinks it's not the right time to attack yet. He tells you to "stay." And to other people, it doesn't seem rooted to the fact you're an Animagus at all, but it is—especially when he follows it with a warning "sit."

On the bright side, you get praise constantly. Still as if you're an actual pet dog, but it's still praise nonetheless!

"Good [MC]. Good [MC] 😊!"

"Let's go, you did it! Good job, good job!"

Head rubs, head pats randomly, especially when he passes by. Bonus points if you have your ears out! He'll scratch them instead

Unfortunately for you, other people also act like you're an actual pet of his.

"Daniel Page, will you please put your dog on a leash for once?"

"What's Daniel's little pup gonna do about it?"

"Hi, [MC]! Oh, where's Daniel?" ("Daniel isn't my owner, Ivy...") "What do you mean? That's not what I meant at all! 😁🧍🏻‍♀️"

ⵢ₊˚ cat /ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ

I have a feeling that Daniel really likes cats.

They're peaceful, they prefer solitude—just like him! It's no wonder his patronus is a black cat

And no wonder he likes you a lot. Too much, maybe.

Dotes on you a lot 😭 even when you aren't even transformed as a cat.

"Hey, [MC], want to partner u-?"

"No." Daniel snatches you away, squinting distrustingly at the poor student.

"Erm... O-Okay?"

"Chill, Daniel. No one's gonna take [MC] away from you." Robyn sweatdrops, looking over to him disapprovingly.

Asks you to change into your animagus form a lot-

At first he only made excuses to it—some were lame, some made sense. It was still apparent that he just wanted to pet and coddle you ☠️

Nowadays he's shameless, even practically begging you to do so 😭 the excuses he once made that actually made sense are now just mere bonus points to if you did what he was pleading you to do.

He doesn't call you any names as much as if you were a dog animagus. The thought makes him a bit awkward, especially "kitten." 😭😭

But he does call you "kitty" in an endearing way when you're transformed as a cat, and in a teasing way in times you aren't—or if you aren't fully.

By that I mean if you only have your ears and tail out.

While we're on that, I should also mention how Daniel practically short-circuited the first time he saw you like that

He couldn't look you in the eye, poor boy!

He also calls you "tuna breath." Little bastard

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Calls you "bunny" AFAHGSHK it's really cute! It's never in a teasing way, it's really just a term of endearment

It really flusters you because he does it with so much affection 😭 like when he comes up to your side and takes your hand to gently kiss the knuckles, greeting you with a soft "Hi, bunny :)"

"Morning, bunny"

"How're you doing, bunny?"

"Eat yet, bunny?"

"G'night, bunny"

I don't think he's aware of the grip it has on you 😭

Brushes down your ears to calm you down, like during times you're ranting!

Pinches your cheeks constantly! Especially in your animagus form, but as time goes by he starts doing it in your normal form as well

For some reason I don't think he'd do much if you were a bunny. I can't see much teasing, I think he'd just find you super cute jsnxbx

Probably makes jokes about you and carrots, though. Like he'd tell someone that you'd want a carrot cake even if you don't. Or that you'd prefer carrot juice over your all-time favorite drink (he gets the latter for you anyway, don't worry).

In grocery shopping he jokingly points at the carrots section and asks if you'd want a little snack 😭

ⵢ₊˚ bird ˏ₍•ɞ•₎ˎ

He kind of envies you LMAO

He wishes he could fly as well, especially in situations he's in the spotlight. He wishes he could flap his own wings and fly out of the situation

Calls you "birdie." And it's quite the opposite of "bunny"—he uses it to make fun of you only 😭

For some reason I can see him teasing you way more than the first 2 ones

You come across the pond and he sees a flock of ducks, he'll point at them and go "Hey, is that your family?"

Whether or not your patronus is a duck doesn't matter!! 😭 He'll use every bird in existence to tease you

Jokingly refuses to eat the roasted chicken at the Great Hall because he says he doesn't want to offend you. Girl

A crow flies past you, making you think it's about to attack you until Daniel pulls you away from its direction. "Looks like a certain bird doesn't like your species." "Daniel, I'm still... human."

All that aside though, a side effect and rather consequence of this action of his is that every time he sees a bird he thinks of you 😭 and it makes him think he's going crazy LMAOOO

He really likes watching you fly around, especially outside. There's just something so peaceful about it, and knowing it's you makes it even better.

There was this one time he saw a bird fly past the window of the classroom and he was like "[MC]?" and his seatmate looked at him strange

[horrorslashergirl]

💀~Introduction~💀

18+ BLOG- My writing is not advised for the underage ones, so approach carefully.

Welcome to a whole new world of Erotica/Romance Horror where our Kryptonite are Big Slasher Men who could maim us and that we love so much.

Horror movie and serial killer/crime documentary enthusiast with a steak for the dark and the obscene.

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~My Novels~

The Asylum - Monster Erotica (Diabolik Lovers Series)

Next Door Stalker - The Neighbour

Primal Instinct: A Stockholm Syndrome Love Story

Cyber Killer: Horror Erotica DARK WEB SERIES 1

Sugar, Sugar! Oh, my Daddy!~: A Sugar Daddy Erotic Thriller

Under the Alaskan Moon: A Dark Erotica about Two Souls Connecting into the Winter Wonderland

Liquor Series: Whiskey Kisses: An Erotic Lesbian Short Story

The Ouija: A Halloween Erotica Special (Diabolic Lovers Series)

Tempting Lust: Behind closed doors Series #1

Name: Bianca

Age: 25

Nationality: Romanian

Favorite Slashers: Chromeskull, The Collector, Ghostface, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Harry Warden

Favorite Horror Movies: Laid to rest, The Collector/The Collection, SAW series, Wrong Turn Series, House of 1000 corpses, Friday the 13th, Halloween, Scream

~Masterlist with Canon Slashers~

~Masterlist with my Original Characters~

~Rules for Requests~ (CLOSED AT THE MOMENT)

Who I write for:

Freddy Krueger from A nightmare on elm street

Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th

Michael Myers from Halloween

Bubba Sawyer/Thomas Hewitt/Jedidiah Sawyer from Texas the chainsaw massacre

The Collector (Asa Emory from) The Collector movies

Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans)/Preston/Spann from Laid to Rest movies

Harry Warden from My bloody valentine

Ghostface (Billy Loomis/Stu Macher) from The Scream movies

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal the TV Show

Brahms Heelshire from The Boy movie

Norman Bates from Psycho

The Creeper from Jeepers Creeper movies

Bo Sinclair/Vincent Sinclair/Lester Sinclair from House of Wax

1986!Pennywise and The New Pennywise from IT movies

The Djinn from Wishmaster movies

The Three Killers from You’re Next 2011 movie

Mark Hoffman/Amanda Young/John Kramer/Logan Nelson from SAW movies

Pinhead from Hellraiser movies

Tiffany Valentine from Bride of Chucky

Jennifer Check from Jennifers’ Body movie

Baby Firefly/Otis B. Driftwood from House of 1000 Corpses/The Devils Reject/3 from Hell

Carrie White from Carrie movies

John from He’s out there 2018

Candyman (Daniel Robitaille) from Candyman movie

Victor Crowley from Hatchet movie series

Chucky Human Form from Childs Play

Yautja from Predator

Xenomorph from Alien

The Legion (Frank Morrison/Joey) from Dead by Daylight

The Trapper (Evan MacMillan) from Dead by Daylight

Ghostface (Jed Olsen/Danny Johnson) from Dead by Daylight

The Wraith (Philip Ojomo) from Dead by Daylight

Jacob Goodnight from See no evil movies

Jack Torrance from The Shinning

Patrick Bateman from American Psycho

The Other from Hell Fest 2018

BONUS!: I also write for my Horror/Slasher Original Characters which you can find into ~Masterlist with my Original Characters~

What I write:

I write SFW and NSFW

I do Headcanons and Reader Inserts

I write Male x Female, but also Male x Male or Female x Female

I can write Threesomes like Male x Female x Male, Male x Male x Male etc.

I can also do something like Slasher x Slasher.

I can do all sorts of stuff like BDSM, Gorish, Non-Con.

When it comes to sexual NSFW all characters must be 18+, no underage.

What I don’t write:

I won’t do Pedophilia stories. Just NO.

Incest also an absolute NO.

Watersports.

What I might or not write, depending on the slasher:

Characters with disabilities/mental illness, mostly because I am not very familiar with them and I don't want to trigger/insult someone that might have them.

Characters with children, mostly because some characters I cannot picture as parents.

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[dadolorian]

Seven Days of Valentines, (Diamonds and Daddies side story) Whiskey x F!Reader CH 6

A/N: Thanks to @talesfromtheguild​ for Beta reading and helping me with many ideas for this!

I try to keep Readers physical appearance as open as possible for this story, but please note in these chapters shes going to become more of a ‘character’, some specific interests of hers are going to come into play

This is canon to the main Diamonds and Daddies story, but i am uploading as its own thing. You do not need to have read Diamonds and Daddies to read this, just know its a fic about Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels being a Sugar Daddy and the reader is a professional Sugar Baby.

Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader Warning/tags: established relationship, submissive male, P in V sex, handjob, frottage, Oral ( M receiving) edging, dirty talk, Daddy kink, DD/LG/BDSM style relationship, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), aftercare, bondage,, romantic gesture

Let me know if i forget anything

Word count: 5K +

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Summary: Jack and Honey Bee have a romantic trip and try a change of roles for the night. 

Saturday 13th of February

“Up and at em Baby!” Jack's familiar, excited tones cut through your peaceful sleep. You loved that he was the first thing you heard in the morning but the call of sleep was too strong, you groaned and tried to bury yourself under the covers more to escape his wake up call.

He was having none of it, pulling the safety of the soft covers off of you, laughing to himself as you whined and curled in on yourself for warmth, a small chill in the air thanks to a heavy snowfall overnight.

“Come on Sugar! Big day! Rise and shine!” He knelt on the bed next to you, gently shaking you awake. You could hear the giddiness in his voice.

“Jack,” you whined, feebly pawing at his pillow, trying to use it as a shield against the early morning light. “Sleep.”

“You can sleep on the train Darlin,” he hummed, gently snatching the pillow from your grip, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “ I need you up and about!”

You poked your head up, looking at him quizzically.

“Train?”

“Yes, train Darlin. Big, big day! So let's get a move on.”

There was no keeping your destination for the day a secret as you walked onto the chilly platform, the signs and intercom may have been in Italian, but you could pick up the word ‘Venice’ easily enough.

Jack winced at the loud squee that escaped you, bouncing up and down excitedly, gripping his arm.

“Venice! Are we really going to Venice Jack?” you asked, buzzing with excitement.

“Yeah Baby, we’re going to Venice,” he said, rubbing his ear with a pained grimace, but smiling warmly at your eagerness.

You were not at all surprised by your first class seating for the journey, Jack wasn't one to skimp on money, especially when it came to you.

Sitting opposite each other in large leather seats that felt like pure luxury, a small table separated the two of you but despite the ample foot room, you could feel one of Jack's expensive boots playfully teasing your ankle.

You gave him a look above the pages of the tourist pamphlet you were reading, and you couldn't help but smile back at the playful grin he gave you as the train pulled away from the station.

The view along the way was stunning, the snow covered Italian countryside, glowing in the slowly rising sun, paired with a much needed warm cup of freshly brewed coffee each.

You never imagined you would experience such a thing.

Fresh italian coffee with a gorgeous, generous man on your way to see one of the most iconic places in the world.

It felt surreal, just like everything else Jack had spoiled you within this trip.

Even in the remnants of winter, the canals of Venice were gorgeous, some of the smaller channels were frozen solid, a beautiful crystal blue, inviting you to try skate on them.

You were half tempted to do so.

The two of you spent the entire day among the canals, shopping, exploring the many streets and waterways, snapping photos, and sampling Italian food.

Jack had promised to take you on a Gondola ride the next time you came, in the warmer months, missing out one one had been the only disappointment of the trip so far, but you couldn't complain. You had never been happier.

Despite the cold weather you did manage to experience some other famed Venice tourist attractions, such as St. Marks Basilica, and Rialto bridge.

The cold didn't make it any less romantic.

In fact you could argue it only added to the romantic atmosphere, snuggling up to Jack as you walked.

You wanted to see more, but there were only so many hours in a day, and the train journey took four of those hours up each way, so before you knew it you were boarding the train back to Rome with your shopping bags and souvenirs.

“I promise next time we come baby, we’ll take two weeks, one for Rome, and one for Venice,” Jack promised you as you boarded the train once again.

You thanked him with a sweet kiss on his cheek as you settled in on the train, awaiting your journey back to your hotel room.

You must have fallen asleep at some point ,as Jack gently shook you awake as the train boarded the station back in Rome.

“Baby, wake up,” he whispered, picking up your bags with one hand. “We’re back.”

You groaned tiredly, taking Jack's other free hand and letting him lead you out of the train and station into the warmth of the waiting car. You snuggled up beside him in the back seat, resting your head on his chest, smiling contentedly as he kissed your forehead affectionately.

Back in the warmth and solitude of your suite you placed your newly acquired bags in the closet, while Jack was on the phone in the living area, ordering some much needed room service for the two of you.

When you came back out you were surprised to finally notice the bed had no gifts laying across it, having come accustomed to it so far. It made you curious as to what Jack had planned that night.

Joining Jack back out in the main living area you wriggled into his arm as he hung up the phone, smiling up at him.

“You enjoy today Baby?” he asked, rocking back and forth slowly as if dancing with you.

“You know I did Jack,” you smiled, leaning against his chest. “Venice was beautiful, I'm so excited to go back there already.”

“I wanna ride one of those fancy Gondola things with you as soon as possible Babe,” he hummed, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“So do I, they look so romantic.”

He hummed in agreement, and the two of you continued to sway together until there was a knock at the door, startling you both.

“Food’s here,” Jack smiled, heading to the door to let the staff in.

You stood to the side not wanting to get in anyone's way as the food was laid out on the table for the two of you, you both thanked the staff, Jack with a generous tip, as they left your suite, leaving the two of you alone.

“So, what's for dinner then Daddy?” you purred, sitting down at the table after he pulled a chair out for you.

“Well, since you took such a shine to that pasta plate I ordered for you last time Darlin, I took the liberty of ordering it again, I hope that's fine by you?” He said, sitting down.

“Of course,” you smiled. “You always know what I like, sometimes before I do.”

“I know my Baby well,” he smiled, taking your hand in his for a quick kiss.

“You take such good care of me.”

“That's my Job Darlin, I take it very seriously,” he smiled, letting go of your hand.

“I'm so grateful you do, I've never felt happier or safer than I do with you.”

“That is quite the compliment, you flatter me Sugar.”

Once the two of you were done with your (as usual, stunning) meals Jack took your hand back in his and gently pulled you to your feet, leading slowly to the bedroom, kissing you gently all along the way.

Out the corner of your eye, you noticed there was still nothing laid out on the bed, causing you to pout.

Jack chuckled into the kiss, resting his hands on your hips.

“Disappointed Baby?” he asked, rubbing your hips affectionately.

“N-no,” you sighed. “It’s just, I was expecting…”

“Expecting what Sugar?” He smiled knowingly. “Tell Daddy just what you were wanting.”

“It’s just, you’ve laid out presents every night so far...I was just expecting...more.”

“More?” Jack chuckled. “Is Daddy not giving you enough?”

“No! That's not what I'm saying,” you said. “I just noticed a pattern...and I just assumed it would continue.”

“Did you now? You assumed Daddy would spoil you with gifts every night?”

“Well, yeah? Based on your notes and all…”

He chuckled again and kissed your cheek. “Well Daddy does have something for you Sugar, it’s just not something you’d be used to.”

He pulled a folded card from his back pocket and handed it to you.

You gave him a questionable look and took it from him carefully, opening it up as he kissed at your neck.

“Day six of seven, I hope you are ready for something a little different tonight Baby, Daddy’s gift to you is him, however you want him, you’re in charge tonight Baby. Happy Valentine’s Week , Love Jack.”

“H-however I want you?” you asked with a gasp as he nibbled at the faded mark on your neck.

“However you want me, Honey Bee.”

Your face flushed, imagining all the things you could do with you in charge for the night, him at your mercy for a change.

“T-then stop kissing my neck Daddy, please,” you sighed, pushing him away gently.

“Please? “ he chuckled. “You need some practice at being in charge, Darlin. Boss me bout a bit.”

“I-I’m not used to taking charge,” you admitted.

“I can see that, we’ll have to do this more often, get you a bit of confidence. Maybe one day you can have me beggin for ya the way you do for me.”

You moaned at the mental image of that, of Jack weak and begging for your touch, pleading for your permission to cum for a change.

“Just do what you’re comfortable with tonight Baby, you might not be there in terms of taking charge just yet, but I will behave and mind my place for now, and then we can still have some fun tonight.”

You smiled and took his hand in yours again, leading him over to the bed.

“T-these all off please,” you ordered gently, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

He complied, slowly undressing himself for you, first his boots, then he unbuckled his jeans, kicking them away, leaving in a pair of boxer briefs (surprisingly), and his shirt.

He slowly unbuttoned it, smirking at the way your eyes watched him hungrily as his torso was revealed to you.

“You lookin at me like you wanna eat me up Sugar,” he smiled, flinging the shirt to the side, leaving him in just his slowly tenting briefs, a wet patch forming at his tip.

“Can you blame me Daddy?” You smiled back, running your hands up and down his bare chest, manicured nails gently scraping at the slight hair on his chest.

“No Darlin, I do not, cause I know for a fact if this were the other way round I’d be starin at you the same way,” he said, trying hard to keep his hands by his side and not touch you without permission.

You cupped his cheeks in your hands to kiss him, he let you lead, coaxing his mouth open so your tongue could meet his. The two of you moaned together, your hands raked through his hair to pull him closer to you.

His own hands eventually found their way to your hips, pulling you closer, forgetting he had no permission to touch you just yet.

You grabbed his hands in yours, pulling them off of your hips firmly. Breaking the kiss as you did so.

“Ah ah, you didn’t have permission to touch Daddy,” you smiled wickedly.

“Sorry Baby, I forgot,” he purred, smiling back in delight at the confidence you seemed to be showing in taking charge, pulling his hand off of you slowly.

“Lie back against the headboard please Daddy,” you purred back, gently pushing him with your hand.

His smile did not leave his face as he shuffled back, resting on the pillows.

Your smile mirrored his as you slunk back to the walk in wardrobe, stealing away a silk scarf from your belongings, you knew it wouldn’t be enough to fully restrain him, he had proven himself to be far more skilled with knots than yourself but it would offer you the illusion of restraining him, at least for tonight.

“Arm’s up daddy” you instructed as you returned to him, climbing onto the bed and sitting yourself across his lap ,facing him. You rewarded him with a chaste kiss when he obediently followed your instruction.With careful hands you tied his wrists together to the headboard, letting him test the tightness and flex his hands to make sure he was comfortable before continuing.

He gave you a soft smile with a dark eyebrow arched, his expression told you he was amused and curious, and annoyingly a little cocky.

You wanted to wipe that smugness he strutted around with right off his face for once.

You pouted and tapped your painted lips with a manicured finger in thought, debating on how to best get your usually dominant daddy to submit to you for a change.

Jack was a man who loved control, it made you wonder how much you could torture him by taking away that control from him, to have him reliant on you for his pleasure.

“What do I call you tonight Sugar?” Jack asked, while he was trying to act like he wasn’t affected, you could hear the slight change in his voice, it was huskier than usual, he was getting turned on before the fun really started.

“You can keep the usual names for tonight Daddy,” you purred. “I like the sound of you calling me ‘Princess’ or ‘Honeybee’ still while I’m in charge.”

“Oh?” Amusement was clear in his voice. “And I’m still Daddy? Even tied up?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he teased, cocky tone still in his voice.

“Don’t say that like I’m following your instructions Daddy,” you warned playfully. “We’re using those names only because that’s what I want tonight. Is that understood?”

You felt him twitch with interest below you, you teased him further by rocking your hips back and forth slowly.

“Answer the question Daddy,” you warned again.

“Yes Sugar, I understand,” he sighed blissfully, closing his eyes, leaning back and enjoying the sensation of your body rocking across his cock.

“Now, just relax, and enjoy yourself Daddy,” you said, shifting back on his legs and lowering the waistband of his briefs.“I’m just going to have some fun and play with you as much as I want.”

“Sounds like heaven,” Jack moaned lightly, raising his hips for you to help take his underwear off.

You shimmied them down his tone thighs, throwing them to the side with little care

“I'm surprised you wore them at all today Daddy,” you hummed, slowly unzipping the back of the dress you had worn that day.

“Are you pleased with me?” he asked, sounding arrogantly proud of himself.

“I am,” you said as the dress came over your head and tossed to the side as well, joining Jack's pile of clothing on the floor. “But i'm not pleased at the hypocrisy when it comes to underwear, Daddy gets to go commando whenever he wants to,” you added with a feigned pout.

“Well, ‘Do as I say,not as I do’, right Baby?” He chuckled.

“I don't think that's very fair,” you said, leaning forward,giving Jack a perfect view of your breasts, framed by your bra. His eyes fell to them, and he smiled wider at the sight.

“What do you think?” You asked, drawing him out of his trance.

“I think that's just too bad Sugar,” he said, a cocksure smile still plastered on his face. “Daddy makes those decisions in our relationship, even when you get to play pretend at being in charge.”

You gave him an unamused look and grabbed his hardening dick roughly.

“What was that?” You asked. “I didn't quite catch that?”

“S-Sorry Princess,” he said, rather unconvincingly.

“Why don’t I believe you Daddy? You don’t sound very sincere.”

His lips twitched, trying to suppress his smile. “I am Sugar.”

You furrowed your brows, pouting more at him. “I don’t think that’s true, I feel like you’re trying not to laugh at me.”

“Sorry Baby,” losing his battle with his smile and openly grinning. “I can’t help it, you’re just too cute when you’re ‘mad’.”

“Oh, So you don’t take me seriously? Is that what you’re saying?”

“N-no- not at-“

You cut him off by tightening the grip on his cock, startling him and making him moan aloud.

“You’re going to tell Me the truth now, aren’t you Daddy?”

“Y-Yes Honey,” he said, breathing heavily as you slowly pumped him.

“Teasing your dick is all it takes huh Daddy?” You teased playfully, enjoying watching him squirm slightly. “When you’re not in charge you’ll do anything to get your cock wet…right Daddy?”

You twisted your hand slightly when he didn’t respond.

“Right Daddy?”

“Y-Yes Baby!”

You giggled to yourself as he whimpered slightly.

“I thought you would have more control than this Daddy, always teasing little old me for being cock drunk but the second you’re dicks at my mercy you submit. It’s not what I was expecting, but it's quite welcomed.”

“Well, you are handling something quite….delicate,” he hissed.

You laughed, caressing his length with your fingertips, allowing your manicured nails to gently scrape the sensitive skin.

“Delicate?” You giggled mischievously, mocking him slightly. “This thing has pounded me so hard I couldn't walk properly the next day and you think it's delicate?”

“Baby with those talons on your hands you could…..” he trailed off with a gulp, not even wanting to entertain the thought of the amount of damage you could do there if you really wanted to.

You laughed again at his nervousness.

“Are you suggesting I would hurt you Daddy?” You asked with a sarcastic and playful whisper.

“Could you? I don’t doubt it,” Jack rasped watching intently as the tip of a manicured nail danced around the head of his cock, torturing him with the gentle scrape. “Would you? I don’t think you got a wicked bone in your body Sugar. You would never.”

You hummed, considering his words. “I don’t think i would be so cruel as to hurt you, especially down here,” you teased now stroking the head of his cock with the pad of a finger, giving him just a bit more pressure to tease him with. Your chest puffed with pride when he lifted his hips to seek more of your touch and he let out an involuntary whimper. You continued, feeling him fully harden in your hand. “I love this part of you just a little too much. But I do think I’ve got it in me to bring you to the edge over and over again now that I have you at my mercy.”

He whined loudly at your words.

‘Now sugar, that’s just torture,” he pleaded. “What did ole’ Jack do to deserve such a thing?”

“Oh, I can name a few things,” you teased, leaning down to lick at some pre cum forming at his tip. He whined again. “But truthfully Daddy, I just wanna play with you to my heart's content, you can be real mean sometimes and not let me have my fill of playing with you.”

Any words he was about to say were cut off as you took him in your mouth, he was still a struggle to take, but you focused on relaxing your throat and taking him all the way. He moaned obscenely as his head fell back once again. Watching his reactions intently, you let your throat relax as you slowly took him all the way, pushing your tongue up against him to make him groan. It was a lot easier to take him without him grabbing your head.

“F-Fuck Baby,” he groaned loudly. “You’re- youre a sexy little minx like this I-”

He was cut off once again as your teeth gently scraped against his length as you slowly withdrew, then took him back in.

He wasn't used to his pleasure being so slow, or at the mercy of someone else. Slowly, teasingly taking him in your mouth over and over again was enough to frustrate him.

In and out, in and out, your eyes never left his face as he struggled with his lack of control.

“Isn't this fun Daddy?” You crooned as you let him fall from your mouth, giving him one last tease by lapping at his sensitive head.

“Like torture Honey Bee,” He rasped, finally looking back down at you, chest heaving.

“Don't be such a big baby,” you said petulantly. “This is nothing compared to what you give me daily.”

“B-But you like it.”

“Oh come on, i know you're liking this too,” you teased wickedly. “And I could get much meaner.”

“Oh yeah? How so?” He asked with a curious tone.

“I could just take a page or two out of your book Daddy,” you giggled. “Use those handcuffs from last night, and the spreader bar? Really have you at my mercy and torture your cock the way you did to my pussy. Or how about those toys from the night before? Tease your cock with the vibe, I think you’d look sexy with the pumps on too.”

Jack stayed silent, gulping in anticipation.

“But I don't think you're ready to submit like that just yet Daddy, we’ll have to start easy, for now,” you said,sitting up and positioning yourself in his lap.

“I can take it,” he swallowed, both nerves and determination clear in his voice.

“That’s admirable that you wanna try Daddy,” you said, cupping his cheek to kiss him tenderly. “But I'm not gonna force you headfirst into something new like that just like I know you wouldn't with me. We'll go slow.”

Gently you began rocking your hips into him, gryrating your covered sex over him. He groaned and tried to meet your teasing thrusts, but you warned him with a quick pinch of his nipple, halting his movements.

Just like when you took him in your mouth you teased him by slowly giving him the pleasure he wanted, just not to the degree he craved.

You could feel yourself getting wetter, soaking through your underwear and onto his heated skin, aiding your movement. You could tell it was driving him insane. He always went on about how good your arousal smelt and you were currently slowly soaking him in it, he loved it, he wanted more.

Each time he began bucking into you you would stop and warn him silently by digging your nails into his chest.

It would take him a moment, breathing heavily to compose himself enough to relax and gain control of his body again in order for you to continue the simple but delicious torture.

You were getting drunk off the soft little noises he was making, scared if you commented on the whimpers and moans he was making they would stop. It was just serving in making you more and more aroused. As was the feeling of his dick rubbing up against your covered clit.

You casually started increasing your speed, slowly enough he couldn't notice at first. But when you began panting in an effort to speed up, matching his breaths he clearly became aware. He watched you hungrily with his jaw hanging open as you rode him. He dared not say a word lest you stop and take the delicious friction away, now that you were going fast enough for the two of you to cum.

“That feel good Daddy?” You asked with heavy breaths.

He responded with a whimper and a nod, too focused on controlling himself to answer verbally.

“I’m soaking you aren't I? Just the way you like it huh?”

He nodded again, shifting his gaze to the ceiling in another effort to control himself.

“So sexy seeing you like this, my big strong Daddy all submissive,” you teased.

Any quip he would normally have was lost to him, going insane slowly at the sensation of your wet core riding him without the penetration he craved. He longed to be buried inside you, each pass of your body on his, gliding across his skin burned him,teasing him to no end.

His focus was broken by the loud moan and following whimper from you.

“Oh, i'm close Daddy,” you gasped, looping your arms around his neck as your speed picked up and you chased your high. He buried his face into your neck and moaned with you, grunting and trying not to buck into you as his thighs shook and you reached your peak.

Your walls fluttered around nothing as you ground into him harder, giving your clit that extra friction you needed to cum.

Jack felt the rush of wet heat flood from you, his already soaked front now dripping in your arousal and cum. His breath heaved as he looked down, watching intently at the string of wetness connecting the two of you when you lifted yourself from him.

He moaned at both the sight and loss of contact, as you got up from the bed.

“Well, that was fun,” you gulped, watching his reaction carefully with interest.

His gaze drifted to his throbbing cock, red and twitching against his now wet belly. You turning around and walking to the bathroom tore his eyes away.

“W-what are you doing?” he asked incredulously.

“I'm going to clean up,I made quite a mess of myself,” You hummed as you sauntered away.

“What about me?” he asked, gulping for air.

“Hm?” you turned, leaning against the doorway. “What about you?”

“You’re gonna leave me like this?” He tugged feebily at his bindings.

“Why not?” Your giggle made him struggle more. “ You look delicious and all debauched like that!”

“”Are you….are you coming back?” He sounded nervous.

“Maybe,” you sang. “A bubble bath and a glass of wine sound divine right now.”

“B-Baby, I've never left you like this,” he pleaded.

“No, but I wouldn't put it past you.”

“This is just cruel. It hurts.”

“All men say that when they are blue balled,” you teased.

“Baby please.”

You smiled wickedly. “Say that again.”

“Please.”

“Again.”

“Please. Baby, sugar, honeybun please please please. I'm begging you.” He began struggling earnestly against his bindings as you excitedly bounced back over to him.

“Just what I wanted to hear,” you purred, climbing back over him and taking his throbbing length in your hand.

You both moaned loudly together as you sank yourself onto him, the slick and cum coating him helping him glide with ease, you could feel how hard he was throbbing inside of you and you were reminded of just how perfectly he fit inside of you. His whole body shook in pleasure and effort to remain in place for you.

“God baby,” he moaned. “So good, you’re so fucking wet.”

“You did that,” you hummed, kissing him deeply. “Getting me all worked up with those sinful little sounds you made, I didn't know you could sound so submissive. Such a good, obedient boy for me.”

“G-good enough to cum?” He asked hopefully.

“Most definitely,” you said as you listed yourself slowly before slamming back down. You moaned again, him at the tight wet heat of your body and you as his cock hit that spot in you and stretched you perfectly .

You rode him with wild abandonment, not restrained by his rule or hands, bouncing on his cock at your speed.

Beneath you Jack panted, watching enraptured at the sight of your breasts bouncing in the confines of your bra.

His feet found purchase on the bed and he began bucking up into you, you were too lost in the pleasure to care, allowing him to seek his own pleasure finally.

Shaking hands gripped the silk scarf as he bucked harder, he wanted nothing more than to grab your hips and drive into you harder but he was too far gone to be able to focus enough to escape the measly bindings.

Your clit met the hair at the base of his cock and it felt divine, stirring you on more and more, you feverishly rubbed at it, knowing Jack was close thanks to the teasing you had tortured him with.

“I’m close baby,” you gasped.

“M-me too,” he replied, losing rhythm in his thrusts.

“C-cum with me,” you pleaded as you reached your second orgasm for the night, your walls tightening around him, milking him for ass he was worth.

He moaned loudly, lost in the sensation of your orgasm, following you seconds later, bucking weakly up into your body as you collapsed on top of him, You could feel the warmth of his cum filling you, mixing with your own cum.

Jack collapsed back on the bed, panting, trying to collect his breath with you as the sweat cooled off your bodies..

You were ready to drift off when you remembered you were the one in charge. Jack always took care of you once you were done. It was your turn now.

You sat up tiredly, gently undoing the scarf around his wrists and helping him regain his circulation with a wrist massage.

He smiled at you tiredly, allowing you to climb off of him and lead him into the bathroom for a quick shower, cleaning off the cum covering his front and returning the favor for every night he saw to your needs.

You washed his hair for a change, massaging the shampoo into his scalp, and pampered him with kisses and sweet words, telling him how proud you were of him, how good he was for you, making sure to dry him off and dress him in comfy clothes, ready for bed.

You could tell by the bashful smile and redness of his cheeks that he was enjoying being doted on for a change.

He was far too cute when he behaved submissively , and his puppy dog eyes weren't helping the situation.

As you tucked him into bed you gave him a kiss on his red cheeks, and pulled him into your chest as you settled down. He snuggled into your warmth, and you could feel his smile against your skin, you gently stroked his hair as he fell asleep.

You could get used to this aspect of being in charge too you thought as sleep claimed you, soft snores joining his.

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That One Pt.3 I Jonah Marais

Jonah Marais X Reader / Ivette X Daniel Seavey

Plot: Jonah kidnaps the reader into showing her who he is. They’re something like friends as she faces the deal her dad gives her to change her career path. Ivette couldn’t be more supportive for her best friend. 

Word count: 5.6k

Author’s Note: Um this series is longer then I thought oh well I’m proud of it. I wish I put in more Jonah, but next part with hopefully have that as your relationship blossoms. Um I just realised Jonah is a pianist and not a guitarist I feel so dumb for making that mistake. Not edited.

Rating: 16+ 

One Two

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Days continued to past by like seasons, painfully slow. As if you were waiting for the October breeze in the middle of summer. Finals came and gone shedding you of dreading nights of studying, coffees with seven espresso shots, and long early 2000s playlists. You haven’t heard from Trey since the night of the party and you assumed weren’t going to hear from him again. 

You were still furious with Jonah, he had you in his bed and said nothing about it. He was probably use to having girls in his bed and didn’t bother making an excuse. Your heart grew fonder from him as the days went on as your brain’s resentment bloomed stronger. The great battle between the brain and the heart has begun. 

“You know you could come with us.” Ivette’s voice sliced through your thoughts. You both were curled into each other on your double bed in your one person dorm. A soft white fleece blanket cover in orange pumpkins engulfed the both of you, Bottles of pop scattered all around you as well as bags of candies and chips. The light was off as you both watch To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before for the tenth time this week. 

“To the gala?” You asked with an amused eyebrow. The gala in question was the annual auto auction for richest families in the city. This year it was a 1956 Breathtaking Chevrolet Corvette Convertible. Gorgeous metals, pristine cherry red paint, and an engine purred like nothing before. It was a car that you’d probably kill for.

“Yes, I know you hate them-” 

“I don’t hate them, I severely don’t like them. There’s a difference.”  

“There’s really not. Anyways it’d be fun if you came. You’d get to mingle with hot Richies and maybe take one home for the night.” Ivette made her voice as innocent as she could. Leaning more into your side with brown puppy dog eyes. 

“You’re going with Daniel I don’t want to crash the date and Julie thinks Jonah and I are together.” You sigh looking at your moving feet under the thin blanket. They poke out revealing your still healing wounds, starting yo close with nothing but tiny scars. Jonah was very precise with disinfecting them. Without him they would’ve been infected deeply right now. 

“Okay, it’s up to you.” Ivette didn’t push. She knew there was something going on between the two of you. Your best friend didn’t know exactly what but it was something, she didn’t tell you what to do wanting you to figure it out on your own. Sometimes you wish she’d push ans prod at you about it, but at the same time you were grateful for her. 

“I love you.” You say giving her a small smile, she returned the words and hugged you close to her. Your phone rang and buzzed on your night stand cutting the moment you were sharing with your best friend. You felt Ivette move as she reached for it,  confusion etch into her dark brows. “Who is it?” you ask.

“Its..It’s your dad.” You sat up at the information, shock running in your veins. “What.” You asked dubious, you grasp the phone into your hands not believing what she had said. Your dad’s name glowed at the top on the screen with the a blank picture. He didn’t deserve one. You glanced at Ivette, she shared the same expression you did. Then you answered it.

“Y/n How has the semester been going?” His voice was almost robotic. Of course the only thing he cared about was the family legacy that you didn’t want.

“Why are you calling me?” You ask coldly remembering  the last time you interacted with him. In your room throwing everyone of your paintings is a box telling you that this wasn’t a career path he wanted you on. He never saw the hours you spend on them, never cared to actually look at what you brought to live. 

He found a premed program and you were going to attend weather you wanted to or not. Of course he told you he didn’t want to see your life fade out and he was doing this because he cared about you. Your dad continued to put your life’s work into the attic with no further discussion. At that point you were mentally drain and didn’t fight him on it. 

“Look I know I haven’t been fair to you. I just..I didn’t want to see you sit there and do nothing with your life. I thought painting was a hobby not a passion, but I went up into the attic recently and saw them tucked into the corner. I was amazed at what you created with a brush and a little colour.” His voice had more expression in it. 

“What are you getting at? I was busy,” You say glance at Ivette sitting against the head bored observation written in her eyes. Chewing at her raw finger tips. 

“If you can sell one of your painting for two grand you can drop out. And I’ll put you through art school.” He sighed like he was already regretting his discussion. 

“Are you serious?” You asked not being about to control your excitement. He was giving you a chance even if it was just a sliver it was something. 

“Yes you’re miserable I know this because you haven’t said anything me for two years.” regret dripping in his voice.

“Two grand for one painting?” You asked as if you didn’t hear him word for word.

“Yes those are my conditions, don’t make me regret it.” The line goes dead and you stare at the wall flabbergasted still processing the information.    

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I pressed his body against the wall with the all the strength I had. He could over power me with any wrong move I chose to make. The silver tip of my dagger tug into his throat, olive skin sizzled under the touch of it making the Alpha seethe at the pain you were inflicting on him. 

Do you think you can over power me little Omega the humour in his question was like venom

Where is Kaden I growled at him, the anger and fear raiding off me. 

I killed him, I couldn't have my precious mate fall in love with a pathetic human 

Without thinking you ran the dagger across his throat, the skin parting and burning at the touch of it. Red blood erupted from the cut, flowing down the blade and my hands. Shock was written in his eyes and a whimper left his lips. 

I loved you he accused as his blood choked out of his mouth and bubbled at the fresh cut on his throat. I never loved you it was a lie to get him back. I seethed at him, 

Ungrateful I gave you this kingdom. I ga-  the dagger found the way into his heart cutting off his wretched words. Warm blood splattered across my face and it felt like sweet sweet revenge upon him. I plunged the dagger deeper into his chest, feeling the way it pierced through his heart. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, body falling limp to the ground your grasp on him faltering. 

I felt the second he died, the breaking of the matting bond and the power of the alpha swarm into my body. Redemption w-his green eyes stalked onto me-wait that didn't happen!

The Presence of Him tore you from the beautiful universe of werewolves. Ink appeared on the pages of the book between your fingers again. Jonah leaned against a book shelve half covered by your book. You narrowed your eyes and glared at him. Sighing heavily you reluctantly put your book down, you were at a good part and wasn't exactly happy to be interrupted. 

“What do you want? I’m currently busy.” You Grumble at him from a bay window inside the library. The sky was reaching a midnight blue as the stars gleamed and sparkled. Lights inside didn’t shine as bright as the ones at Chocolate Shop, those ones were luminescent. Threading through Jonah’s curls and making them gorgeously lighter. His eyes were a bright green that seems to call your name-stop!

“Sorry to interrupt, must of been a good part from the expression you were making.” He says leaning against a book shelf watching you from your little nook. The leather jacket he wore circled his lean biceps flawlessly, He wore all black. His bruises before had faded and healed clean as the grey lion pendant dangled at his chest. 

“You did. But now that you’re hear might as well get on with it.” You say now wondering what expression you were making awhile reading. 

“Ivette didn’t tell you? Her phone must be dead.” Confusion was displayed on his sharp features. At the small mention of Ivette being in trouble you scrambled for your phone. Mind scattering on what could of possible happened to her when Daniel was on watch. Heart picking up speed as you found that the useless device in your hands was dead. 

“What happened to her?” You ask abruptly, getting to your feet and forgetting about your book. “Calm down, she’s fine. No limbs missing and all her blood is in tact.” Jonah says easing your raging mind. “Ivette’s tire pressure was too high, she ran over a massive rock and it exploded.” 

“Well what are you waiting for lets go.” You insist walking past him urgent to see if Ivette was truly okay. Sure Jonah said she was but you had to see for yourself. “Your book.” Jonah called over his shoulder, still in the same position watching you amazed. “Right my book.” You mumble to yourself as you go back and retrieved it on the velvet cushion. 

Jonah’s Jeep had the harsh contrast of Ivette’s Range, while hers smelled of cherries and light vanilla Jonah’s had smelled of sandalwood and cinnamon. The heavy aroma of a male was evident in the seat of the passenger seat. Radio hummed like that night of the party, Jonah’s fingers drummed to the beat. His rings clanking against the steering wheel and you wondered what they’s feel like dancing on your soft skin. What would his warm fingers feel like gripping your chin while he made you look into his green eyes. Stop. 

“What street was it on?” You asked still looking outside the passenger window. Head resting in your palm watching the trees pass on the highway. You wondered what happened to Ivette’s heels, because they weren’t sitting on the floor of Jonah’s vehicle anymore.

“I lied.” Jonah says coolly, your head snaps to him. “What do you mean you lied?” Your voice furious. “Ivette is at the fraternity watching Frozen 2 with Daniel and Zach.” His voice nonchalant as he kept his eyes on the road. 

“Stop this car Jonah or I swear I’ll jump out.” You threatened, your hand on the door knob. “You’re not go-” You unbuckle your seat belt, pulling the door open. The interior light beams on. His face falls watching you scoot closer to the door. The adrenaline from the rage you held for him blocked all rationality. The pavement races past the tire as the wind kissing your legs and cheeks, whipping through your hair with a wicked breeze . 

The Jeep swerves as he grabs your wrist yanking you back in the car.  The vehicle behind him honks as he swerves the Jeep again to reach across from you and slam the door shut. The silent anger on his stone cold face deflates yours. you finally got under his skin. You smile to yourself as you look out the window again. 

“Why would you think of doing something like that?” The roar of his voice made you flinch. You didn’t dare look at him knowing he was burning holes into the fabric of your shirt. That angry passion for your well being was attractive to say the least. 

“Honestly Jonah why do you care all of a sudden?” Your voice flat. If you acted like you had no feelings for him maybe you’d be able to trick your heart into thinking it was real. 

He said nothing as if he didn’t have an answer. But he had multiple and had no idea which one to pick. He didn’t and let the silence fill in. He glanced at you every ten minutes that passed, you could tell by the way the leather groaned at his movement. He drove forty-five minutes out of town just to show you the view of it on a massive cliff. 

He yanked the steering wheel all the way to the left taking a sharp left. With fast hands he spun it all the right and reversed to the edge of the cliff. You watched him with observant eyes as Jonah popped the trunk, unbuckling himself as he got out of the Jeep. Not saying a word to you as he crawled into the back. 

Why did he bring you here? why had he reacted the way he did when you were trying to hop out of the moving Jeep? Although you had to admit that it was a tad bit too much, even for Ivette. There wasn’t a clear answer for him. 

The open of the passenger door had you jumping out of your skin. Heart skipping a beat, confused you didn’t sense his presence reach you. Looking up at him with doe eyes, his complex soft in the moonlight. Not an ounce of anger in sight. 

“Come,” his voice gentle offering his right hand to you. The softness of him reminded you of how he took care of you that night at the ice cream shop. Cleaning your wounds and feeding you ice cream. Maybe that’s why your chose to place your hand in his. Warmth crawled up your forearm and stopped at your shoulder blade. His hand fit in yours like a puzzle piece like it was meant to be there. 

Silently Jonah guided you to the back of the Jeep, keeping you close to his body as he parked fairly close to the edge. You leaned into him closer once your foot kissed the edge and dirt flung off the cliff. Breath catching in your throat as your heart dropped in your stomach. “I got you.” Jonah whispered pulling you closer into his side. You looked up at him, all you saw was his jawline but you were beyond grateful he didn’t feed you to the cliff. 

Your fingers ached to gasp the back of his neck and pull him to your lips. He was making it harder each day to resist the urge of him. Warm hands wrapping on your hips had you gasping, digging into the fabric of your shirt he lifted you onto the back of his Jeep. Blankets coated the hard plastic floor of the Jeep making it more comfortable. 

The view of your city in the dead of night was breathtaking. Street light, traffic light and store light illuminated it. Like is had been the only star left in the sky. “Gorgeous isn’t it?” Jonah’s breath hits your neck and you now realised how close he was sitting next to you.

“What am I doing here, Jonah.” 

You turn your head to him, noses almost grazing each other. You’re meet with his eyes and a small sigh leaves your lips. The green was the exact colour of an oak tree leaf, small flecks of brown floated into his flawless swirls of green. You could spot each individual stand of his curls upon his forehead. Light stubble mingled onto his jawline reaching his cheeks vaguely. There was a faint scab on his eye from a previous wound you wouldn’t of spotted out if you weren’t  so close to him. 

Fuck. 

“I wanted to show you view of the city, stunning from the outside at a certain time. But if you reach inside you can spot all the flaws it has to offer and yet you’re still in love with it.” Jonah swallows harshly and you could see how his Adam’s apple bob. You finally pull your gaze away from him hearing your heart pound in your ears. 

“It’s the point of view you look at it. You could despise it from the pollution it causes and end up leaving. Or you could love it know it’s flaws and help take care of it.”  You spot Chocolate Shop close enough to see the glowing brown letters. 

“You only see the outskirts of me, I’m here to show you the inner point of view of thee Jonah Marais.” You turn to him again and raised your eyebrows at him amused.

“and who is Thee Jonah Marais.” You mocked him playfully. 

“I’m serious. Let me show you and you’ll find out along the way.” He shrugs his shoulders as in question towards you. 

You’re quiet looking at him searching for anything. Not green eyes looked to the side and there was no biting of the lip. Zero fidgeting and zero wavered octave in his voice. He wasn’t playing around like you thought he was.  If he was willingly to reach out, trick you, and make the effort to tell you then you’d let him with no resistance.

“Who is Jonah Marais?” You asked, 

He tells you the entire story of his life, every year of his life he could remember. How he was just a kid in his room going live on Younow to finding his the guys and starting a band with them. How it was a rocky begging with barely any gigs to being booked every weekend for six weeks at a time.To adopting Sawyer and moving out for college. Jonah held this rock star persona about him scared to let people in. You were so wrong about him and you felt like shit for it, maybe he’d forgive you for it. 

Now You were curled up into the corner of Jonah’s Jeep covered in blankets. The cold breeze of the night air getting to you. He strummed his acoustic guitar that he seemed to always have tucked into the back seat. Fingers changing against the strings making a beautiful melody. He sat at the edge of the Jeep letting his legs dangle off, his back to you as he hummed. 

I can’t even hide it 

I haven’t stop thinking about your lips

mm, your lips, yeah I losing my mind

It’s been too long, I’m missing your kiss

yeah, your kiss

Jonah’s voice is soft as it tangles with the stings of the instrument perfectly. Almost the same octaves of an angel, gentle and flawless. No scratch that a god the sound pulled you to him which felt slightly strange to you. Your body wanted to be by his side watching his fingers pick at the strings. Instead you nuzzled into the blankets further. 

you

you’ve been there through it all

you answered all my calls

you

I can’t believe I let you go

Beautiful, you let the thoughts of him flow freely. Not scolding yourself for thinking them. It was like you were meeting him for the first time, a side of Jonah you’ve never seen before. Even his vaguely muscular back was perfect, They were most likely sculpted by god himself if Jonah wasn’t already him.

Tears and slamming doors

I’m falling, now on the floor

Begging, begging please

you don’t want me no more.

A small innocent yawn passing your lips halted Jonah’s voice and finger picking. Looking back at you with a tired glance full of worry. Looking into his green pools you yawned again like a kitten and Jonah couldn’t help but swoon. Sleep was swarming your body and Jonah could tell by the dopey smile on your face. But all you wanted was him to start playing the guitar again. 

“Don’t fall asleep again you’ll end up in my bed again.” Jonah warns, 

That makes you stare at him blankly full attention on him, “How did I wake up in your bed again? ‘Cause all I remember is the ice cream and the lights were out after that.” 

He tells you, including the part where you woke up, Coddling Sawyer’s head in your lap. Throwing an old t-shirt at you in hopes you’ll change out of your dress. Prepping the couch for a hard’s night sleep.You wanting him to stay until you fell asleep, but not wanting to sleep. 

“Oh.” You look at the blanket not wanting to look at him. “I asked you to sleep in bed with me?” You voice so much softer then before. “Yes.” was his only response. You believed him, who would he lie about something so small. You’re upset with yourself that you let your feelings take the steering wheel. 

“Look you were intoxicated and half asleep, everybody wants someone when they’re like that. Don’t beat yourself up.” Jonah says scooting a little closer, placing his guitar down, tiny reassurance that it really was okay.

“Thank you.” You glance back up at him giving Jonah a delicate smile. He returns it, “Let’s get you home, the sun is rising.” he says offering you a hand. Just past his head you spot light blues and pinks blending in with the bright yellow of the sun. You spent the entire night with Jonah and you didn't even realise, Talking with him only felt like an hour, give or take. 

“I guess it is.” You say letting your hand slip into his. You flinch at the warmth it caused to bloom in your shoulder blades, you haven’t gotten use to it. 

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Ivette drove you to your parents house the next weekend. You needed to pick a painting to sell or at least put it up for bidding. Your car was still in the shop. It’s been months and you’re about to give up on it. But Ivette was gladly willing to drive you said it was a quick road trip. 

The attic’s floor creaked with every step you took searching for that breathtaking painting. You would see between to floorboards into the den and began to wonder if it was safe to be up here. “What about this one?” Ivette’s optimistic voice left you perplex. Glancing up you sighed staring the painting in the eyes. 

“No body in there right mind would pay two grand of a a faceless watercolour painting of Phcahontas.” 

“I would.” Ivette shrugs before putting the canvas back into the bin that said watercolour. You shake your head and laugh playfully. “That’s because you’re my best friend Ivette.” 

“Yes, and the painting your selling I’m buying.” 

“Um. No, you’re not...Ivette I swear if you buy this canvas. I won’t speak to you for a month.” You threaten digging through the landscape acrylic paint. 

“It’s only a month.” Ivette says pulling up a cafe picture done in all pencil crayon. You and you shake your head. 

“I’m serious. I have to do this on my own.” You say honestly, flicking through watercolour ocean life. Multiple bins were full of stories you created with your hands. Divided by the media you used to make them and the surface you made them on like canvas or card-stock. 

“Fine. What happens if you sell it for lets say five-hundred-thousand?” She asks her attention mainly on picking out art piece she thinks are worth it.  

“None of my paintings are worth that, but if and that’s a big if. Pay you back for all the things you gave me.” You say still digging and now realising they were sorted into years. Damn you painted anything you could think of. 

“No you’re not!” Ivette basically yells at you and your eyes widen in shock at the random out burst. 

“Okay you fucking psycho. I would get a vehicle. A used one that would run on four wheels just fine.” You say really thinking about it, that’s what you loved about Ivette she listened to you and never judge you for anything. 

“I think that’s a perfect stat.” She purred like that was the answer she was looking for. An hour whizzes by scavenging for the most likely candidate and goofing around with Ivette. Skipping directly over painting of your family you did, surprisingly there’s a lot. Like the one with your dad painted into the king of hell, or Ivette painted as a goddess. 

“I think I found it!” Ivette shouts so loud it causes the family dog to bark. Your face is blank as you stare at the canvas hanging from her finger tips. The second painting you had painted for spirit animal week back in high school. First you painted a doe. Your art teacher said it was un-gradable by how perfectly you captured yourself in it. 

That lion dangling from your best friend’s fingers was of Jonah’s spirit animal. You had a brief thing for him back then and if anyone saw it back then they’d know exactly who it was.  he always carried himself like the king. That school was his domain to say the least, not to mention he always wore the lion pendent around his neck. The same one he wears to this day. 

“That’s the one.” you say reluctantly. If you were going to sell an art piece for two thousand it’d be this one. You’ve spent hours on that one piece, it was your most dedicated painting as embarrassing as it was to admit. 

You took a few pictures of the painting before packing it into the trunk of Ivette’s Range. Posting it on a few website for bidding you hoped it go for the wanting price. Giving her a small nod Ivette started the hour drive back to campus with a coffee run.

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The sun stretched through the massive window of Ivette’s gorgeous loft. Kissing the top on her glass table top. Notes and text books of your other classes spread along the glass leaving small gaps between. Nothing big was coming up but you liked refreshing your brain with the keyed information. This hack saved you from getting confused in your college courses, only god knows how perplexed in high school classes. 

Sure your dad gave you a sliver to dodge all of this but you weren’t going to relay on it. Of course you prayed to the sun and the moon that it would sell. And that’s why the painting sat in your dorm room waiting to rot. 

Taking a sip of your iced coffee you sighed in bliss, nothing like a well made coffee to chase the worry away. On the couch you could spot Ivette’s head tucked into Daniel’s shoulder. God they were so fucking cute. 

“What’s the colour scheme for the gala?” Daniel hummed into her forehead before planting a kiss there. “I was thinking somewhere between red and white?” It was a question, a chance to see what Daniel was okay with.

“I think red is amazing. Wine, ruby, burgundy, or blood?” He answered her with a question. She Beamed at it the knowledge for the colour. “Ruby.” She said before bringing her hands to jawline and pull him to her before kissing him. 

Your attention turning back on the notes in front of you. Ivette was undeniably happy with him and you wished she had the courage to stay with him this time. No matter what she says she deserves to finally be happy with him. 

“Y/n?” Your whips up and eyes connected with hers. “You should come, I know you said no already. But it’ll be fun. You’ll be my plus one since the Seavey’s are invited.” Her eyes softened and formed into her famous puppy dog eyes. Bottom lip rolling out into a pout, a pleading that worked for a good percentage of the time. 

“It’s in two days. I don’t have time to gather a worthy gown.” You resisted her charm. “I can make a quick call or two.” She practically begged you. 

Daniel glances at you with a mischievous ocean glint in his eyes. Flashes a smirk before leaning into Ivette, what was this one up to now? He’s always in the centre of Jonah’s treacherous plans. He whispers into her ear and a small wave of shock washed over her. She’s nodding before Daniel has a chance to pull away and agree to what he said to her. 

“Fine It’s up to you.” Ivette shrugs trying to brush of the fact Daniel whispered his evil plans in her ear. Which were differently about you if he had to whisper them to her. 

“Whatever you’re up to Seavey keep me out of it!” You narrow your eyes at him. Wide doe eyes Daniel begins to throw his hands up in surrender. Trying to seem innocent but failing miserably and looking suspiciously guilty. “I Wouldn’t speak of such crime.” 

He winks. 

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You haven’t gotten wind of their devious plan for twenty-four hours,  you felt safe enough to say you were in the clear. You took a seat at your favourite coffee shop Golden Biscuit, the one Trey worked at. You asked about him and they had said he stopped working a week ago, the day of the party. which felt oddly suspicious. 

Trying to bury yourself back into the steamy werewolf romance your phone buzzed on the table top. Shaking the entirety of it yet you reluctantly reached for it. Ivette’s name flashed at the top “This better be life or death.” You mumble to yourself. 

“Where are you!?” You could hear the tears and desperation wrapping in her words. It was rare for Ivette to call you in hysterical breathes of cry. But you knew exactly what it sounded like a the first breath that left her lips. 

“Hey calm down. I’m at the coffee shop. What happened?” Your voice soft as your attention was on the situation at hand. 

“Bonnie sent me the wrong size! I need your help to fix it please!” You could hear her hiccup in her distressed striped voice. “Just take a breath, I’m assuming your in my dorm. Hold tight Ivette I’m on my way.” You soothe knowing how important these galas were to her. It was the one night a year where she could replenish her statues of a Richie and not feel guilty about it. 

“Okay, okay.” she says finally breathing through her nose. “I love you.” You say into the phone gathering your book into your bag and your coffee into your hand.”I love you too.” She replies back sounding less hysteric almost making you halt at the sudden change in her voice. You waved it off as a mind trick continuing to rushing out of Golden Biscuit and towards campus.  

Shouldering the door open you clatter to the floor of your dorm with an exaggerated oof. Chest tight and legs feeling like jelly as you pull yourself up, door wide open as your keys dangle from the knob. A few passing students pier in with wondering eyes. You huff before kicking the door shut closing it on anymore prying eyes. You’d remind yourself to fetch your keys later.

As soon as you collected your breath you saw no sign of Ivette and her hysterics. You rolled your eyes knowing she tricked your gullible little ass. Those theatre class we really paying off, Ivette really knew how to act and knew you’d come running in her signs of panic. 

A large crisp orange box sat a top your bed along side a black bag. Cautiously your hands reached for the gift bag pulling tissue paper out. Glancing inside you spot your silk green dress and Ivette’s heels. In your hand the dress condition was pristine as if it’s never been worn. Confusion your hands dart for the heels and you began to inspect them, not a single blood stain upon the velvet straps. Were these replaced?

Setting the thought aside you begin to open the box, a top white tissue paper was a clean envelope. Inside the wax seal was the Marais family crest, breaking it you fingers find a letter inside written in delicate swirling loops. 

A little birdie told me your dress size. Now forgive me for the colour there wasn’t much option in a day’s notice. Daniel and I will fetch the both of you at her house. By the way I took your green dress on a trip to the dry cleaners. 

- Jonah Marais

As soon as you think you’re in the clear it rolls into view. He didn’t give you a chance to say no, clever you didn’t think you could because the gala was tomorrow night. All Jonah brought was stress upon you and your perplexed feelings. But now you felt more friends then enemies but there was still the instinct to stay clear of him.

sighing you places the letter down and unwrap the tissue paper. A gorgeous sapphire ball gown with a sweet heart neckline sit inside. mesmerised by it’s workmanship you grasp it in your hands.  Silky texture nothing like your green dress,this was higher quality thick in fabric and softer. You wondered the price. It stayed a mystery because no tag dangled off the dress. Ivette most like told you about your fear of her expensive gift and removed it with his hands. God those hands plucking the strings of his guitar.

This wasn’t a reality it was written deep in some fantasy book you’ve read before. You were dreaming or you’re hallucinating, that’s the only explanation. It was a rare occasion you got the man and the gown, This shit was only in between the pages of fiction. 

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Thank you so much for the people who have stuck with this series you’re god sent I swear. 

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[dreams-madeof-strawberrylemonade]

Heartbreaker - Part 3

Disclaimer: I do not own Greta Van Fleet, nor their songs. This series (as well as everything else I write and is a fanfiction) is pure fiction. I have not been alive in the 1960s, and most of the details have been researched beforehand. Also, the GIFs and photos I use throughout this series are NOT mine, they are just images I have downloaded from Tumblr. If you are the owner, please DM me, I would be more than happy to give credit. Warnings: smoking, mentions of drinking, language, slight smut (nothing explicit) Word count: 2,1 K+ A/N: PART 3 YAY! Soooo this chapter came together pretty easy, so I hope you will like it as much as I do! 

Jake Kiszka x (female) Reader

Heartbreaker Masterpost // Fanfiction Masterpost

The following morning started with you having a terrible hangover. The moment you opened your eyes, you felt an enormous pain caused by the sun coming in the room through the window. You forgot to pull the curtains last night.  The pain caused you to close your eyes shut, but slowly you opened them again and peeked at your surroundings.

Your eyes stopped on Jake, who has fallen asleep in the armchair. Your cheeks heat up at his sight. Did we – I don’t think so. I hope not. Your eyes searched for clues in the room, but everything seemed normal, besides Jake being asleep in your room.

You checked your clothes – you were dressed in last night’s clothes. On the small table you had an ashtray which was now full of cigars put out long ago. Memories slowly started to make their way back to you.

You and the boys went out to celebrate the success from Whisky a Go Go. You shared a drink with Jake and eventually ended up with more drinks. You didn’t count, but they were enough to get you down.

When you left the local, Jake told the boys he would get you to your room then go back. But he fell fast asleep in your armchair, before you.

“Fucking hell…” Jake grunted as he woke up. “What- Did we-?”

“No, I don’t think so at least,” you shook your head. You saw him rotate his neck as he tried to sit up.

“My neck hurts from sleeping on this,” he spoke lowly.

His morning raspy voice made your heart drop, as well as his whole image like that, there – off guard, relaxed.

The morning hours passed slowly. You had spent most of your time on the balcony of your room, working on the first part of your article. You watched the people and cars pass by, as you enjoyed the Californian heat.

A soft knock in the balcony’s window was enough to pull you out of your thoughts. You looked in the room and saw Jake on the other side, asking you to let him in. You kicked the door open and he stepped out next to you.

He put a cigar between his lips and light it up.

“How is it coming along?” he asked pointing at the papers all over your table.

“I barely have any content,” you sighed and trembled at the bare thought of your boss and at the article he was expecting from you.

“Well, is there anything I can help with?” Jake asked as he let out a small cloud of smoke, as he approached you, near the edge of the balcony.

Jake had a unique behavior. There were moments when he invested himself so much into you and spending time with you, and there were moments in which he spoke to you like he was obligated to. Every time you saw him, you couldn’t tell in which phase he was going to be in.

“Well, I don’t know. I guess you could-“ you started but were quickly cut off by Jake’s lips pressing against yours.

You were expecting anything to happen but this. Your heart skipped a couple of beats at this, but you kissed Jake back. As your lips were caught in perfect sync, you felt the slight taste of cigars and mint of Jake.

Jake put out his cigar on the wall behind you and cupped your face in his hands. The only time when your lips weren’t touching each other was only for the brief moments to catch your breath back.

Your hand travelled to Jake’s hair and your fingers got tangled there, as Jake softly pushed you up against the pale pink wall that was behind you.

“Will you be documenting this as well, baby?” Jake whispered between kisses. You were lost in his touch, feeling like you were on cloud nine. You just hummed a negative answer in a kiss, not wanting him to stop.

You could feel your heart beating faster, your eyes noticing every little detail around you, your ears hearing every little whimper or low hum coming from Jake. In that moment you felt as if the whole world had disappeared and it was only you and Jake left. You didn’t give a fuck you were on the balcony of one of LA’s most known hotels and people could see you nor that Jake had been acting funny when he came in there.

You felt one of Jake’s cold hands softly touching your back, half exposed because the tank top you were wearing hitched up a little bit.

“Go easy on her, tiger,” you heard another male voice coming from your room. Both you and Jake stopped in an instant and looked around to find out who was the one interrupting your moment.

Sam poked his head out through the balcony door and grinned at the sight of the two of you - you up against a wall, with swollen lips and Jake’s hair kind of a mess from your fingers tugging at it and roughing it up.

“Fuck off,” Jake laughed as he relaxed a bit at the sight of his little brother. “What do you want?”

“Josh said we need to leave for soundcheck at the venue,” Sam answered, still fixing the two of you with his eyes.

“Well, seems like I have to go,” Jake whispered to you as he pressed his forehead against yours and your noses were touching. “Promise I’ll still take you out for that drive in a bit, before the gig and maybe a walk, is that fine baby?”

You hummed in response and took off his sunglasses. You looked in his eyes for a couple of moments and kissed him once more. Jake pulled your body next to his in a tight hug before he left out the door with Sam.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself as you found yourself alone once again.

No losing control and no unprofessional behavior your boss’s words from just before you walked for the first time backstage ran through your head as you sat back at the table and looked over the papers in front of you.

As you started writing, you got so caught up in it that you didn’t even notice how fast time has passed. The boys were already back from the soundcheck.

“Hey, are you ready to go?” Jake asked as he walked on your balcony. “And honestly, you should close your doors, you’re lucky it’s just me who pays you visits and not strangers.”

Only then you remembered that you actually forgot to lock the doors since the morning. You even forgot to eat, or change your clothes for your getaway with Jake.

“Ready to go? Can’t we wait a little bit? I forgot to change.”

“No need for changing baby, you’re looking fantastic like this,” he smiled and started gathering your papers off the table. “Greta Van Fleet leads the way to a love and peace revolution,” he read your opening sentence. “I like that.”

“Happy to hear it!” you answered, all a smile.

Once Jake clipped the papers to the clipboard you carried around at all times, he helped you up and lead the way to the same rented car as the day before.

“Have you eaten anything today?” he asked as he adjusted his seatbelt. You just shook your head. “Then we’re going to a restaurant.”

Jake drove you to a restaurant on the promenade, by the ocean. Your eyes took in the wonderful view from the table that was assigned to you. You saw the waves washing the shore and you could see in the distance children running in the water, splashing each other and laughing. Their laughter filled the air. Even the restaurant’s atmosphere was so calming. Instead of chairs, there were couches, and the tables were quite low.

You and Jake have enjoyed a wonderful (quite late) lunch and shared a bottle of red wine. It was your favorite. At a point during your meal, Jake moved on the couch you were sitting on and pulled you close to him. You could smell the scent of his body- quality cologne and a tad bit of cigars.

“Baby, do you regret anything that happened this morning?” he blurted out of a sudden.

You couldn’t understand why would he think that you would regret it. “No, Jake, I don’t regret anything, at all. I loved it.”

A smile spread on his face, as his right hand touched your cheek. You looked deeply in his eyes and you realized you were truly mesmerized by the man sitting in front of you. You had fallen for him. Hopelessly in love with him.

Your lips touched and slowly engaged into a wonderfully in-sync movement. You couldn’t get enough of this feeling.

~

The boys just finished their second night down in Los Angeles, and just as the one before, it has been a complete success. This time, you managed to get to talk to each of them, individually, both before and after the gig. You noticed how they transfer their energy to the crowd, and somehow the crowd gives the energy right back at them and the cycle goes on. It was amazing.

“Do you want to go back at the hotel?” Jake whispered in your ear just as you finished your last bit of interview with Daniel.

“Thank you so much, Danny!” you spoke to the dark haired man sitting in front of you. He had such a gentle soul and such a happy spirit that every time you talked to him, or were near him, you couldn’t help but smile.

You gathered the newly written pages and sat up, as you followed Jake down the dark streets. As a matter of fact, the hotel wasn’t far from the venue they just played. It was only a ten minute walk.

On the way up the stairs, to your room, Jake kissed you and backed you up in the wall – again. You just kissed him back, laughing a little at your situation. Jake’s next move caught you off guard: he picked you up and walked up the stairs, all the way to your room, with you in his arms. You were playfully dangling your legs, earning laughs from the man in front of you. You felt happy, like you didn’t feel in a long time, like your responsibilities didn’t exist anymore and it was only you and Jake left.

Once in front of the room, he put you down and waited patiently for you to unlock the door, but the moment he heard the door click he picked you up right again. You laughed, turning on the light in the bathroom, enough light for Jake to see where he was going.

He kicked the door close and lead you to the double bed in which you slept last night, while he was on the armchair. But you knew that was going to change tonight. He put you down gently on the neat white sheets and he placed a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back almost instantly, taking off the sunglasses before getting your fingers in his hair.

Jake hovered over you placing little kisses on your lips, on your cheek, and slowly making his way to your jawline and down your neck. You couldn’t hold back the small whimpers that made Jake take control immediately.

“Do you want to do this?” he asked breathlessly.

“Yes.”

“Are you completely sure?”

“Yes, Jake, I am,” you smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. You kicked off your shoes and waited for Jake to do the exact same thing, before the both of you crawled on the bed. You could feel your heart beating faster and started feeling a tingling sensation all over your body. You were ready for this.

Without any more questions, Jake resumed what he was doing before. Once his kisses reached the material of your tank top, he stopped and smiled. “You kept it after all.”

You nodded and slightly arched your back at his touch on your inner thighs.

“I like the way you dressed and all, but I am afraid it has to go away completely,” he grinned as he tugged at your pants. “Nothing personal.”

You smiled as you stretched out your legs, making it easier for him to pull off the black pants you were wearing. Once he tossed them to the ground, Jake continued kissing you, while running his hands up and down your body.

His hand reached your inner thigh once more, and shortly after this you felt his warm breath on your exposed skin. This time your breath hitched a bit, letting out a shaky breath, almost a moan, earning a grin from Jake, as he proceeded further and got hold of your underwear and pulled it down your legs. “Keep doing that, angel.”

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[ukulelewrites]

In Terms of Fire & Ice {7}

A/N: y’all, i’m officially back from haitus two months after i said i would and i’m sorry for disappearing! i just got run over by responsibilities and life ^-^;;;;;;;;;; but please enjoy the latest installment of in terms!

Pairing: Wanna One’s Seongwoo x Reader

Genre: Angst, fuckboi!seongwoo, rich!seongwoo, enemies to lovers!au

Word Count: Roughly 2k

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

“So, how was the date?” Nayoung asked as the two of you stood side by side in the cramped bathroom; she was leaning against the sink, watching you remove your makeup intently.

“Can you not stare a hole into my temple, please?” you retorted. Your mascara was proving to be difficult to remove. “And it wasn’t a date. It was just me paying back on a favor.”

“Y/N, the moment you came back, your hair a mess, your clothes covered in grass, and that,” she jabbed at the bruise blooming on your collarbone, “it was confirmed a date.”

“Well, we did do some,” you paused, “date-like things, but it wasn’t a date.”

“Well, what are those date-like things, Miss Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, leaning yourself closer in to him, “you can kiss me.” With those words whispered, Seongwoo closed the gap between the two of you. At first you didn’t register the kiss. It was something foreign to you. After years of no practice, you seemed to have forgotten exactly how to conduct yourself. As your brain goes into overdrive on how to react to the kiss, your body freezes.

“Nervous?” he murmured against your lips. You could feel his lips forming a smirk, brushing fleeting touches against yours.

“Shut up,” you mumbled back, ‘before I change my mind.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, princess.” He leaned back in to capture your lips, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. You shut your eyes tight, slowly finding yourself reciprocating. Seongwoo gently pushes you back until you feel your back hitting the mattress. You moved your hands to the back of his neck, trailing them upwards to thread into his hair. It seemed like all of your perfectly practiced self control had flung itself out the window the moment you realized exactly how long ago you last kissed someone, and it maybe also has to do with the fact the asshole that was trailing his hands down your body also happened to be a very good kisser.

Your mind was a flurry of trailing thoughts, hazy with ideas of where exactly was this night leading. His lips moved against yours languidly, breaking away every now and then, only to return to their previous motion after hearing you whine. Seongwoo was still hovering over you, but he shifts his legs, wedging one between yours. The hand that had found purchase on the curve of your neck moved its way down, fumbling with the buttons of your dress. You didn’t notice exactly what he was doing until he reached the third button and the cold suddenly hit your bare skin.

“H-hey, what are you doing?” you asked nervously, pushing yourself up. Seongwoo didn’t seem to hear you as his hands continued their ministrations. “Stop it!” you exclaimed, shoving his hands away from you. Your face started to heat up, and you quickly blinked away the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. “Of course,” you thought, “of course this is why he asked you out.”

You began to button your dress back up with trembling hands. “If you just wanted an easy lay, you could’ve asked another girl out,” you said, surprised by the steeliness of your voice. Once your top button was refastened, you stood up, smoothed down your dress and glared at Seongwoo. “I can’t believe your actual nerve, Ong.” For a split second, you almost thought you saw fear cross his eyes, but you weren’t an idiot. This was Seongwoo you were dealing with; that guy knew exactly how to play with someone’s heart, and you thought yourself way too smart to fall for his ploy. “Take me back to the school,” you said. When you realized he was still rooted to his seat, you uttered, “Please,” your voice wavering slightly.

“Hey, Y/N,” Seongwoo finally got up, “princess, I didn’t mean to go that far.” He tried cupping your cheek, but you turned away.

“But you did go that far,” you snapped, “I’m not just something you can use as you please, jackass. I actually thought you were interested in me and wanted to go on a date, but no, you’re just after my goddamn fucking virginity!” You were raging at this point, all the angry words that jumped around your brain came tumbling out of your mouth. “Now I’m here feeling like an absolute idiot knowing I’m just another one of your trophies! I fucking hate you!” Those last four words were accentuated by you jabbing your pointer finger into his chest.

“Y/N,” he said as he grabbed your wrist, “can you just listen to me?” You tried pulling away. “Y/N, please?” You continued trying to escape from his steel grasp. “Y/N!”

“What?” you spat back, “I’m not one of your playthings, Ong. Your lies won’t work on me.”

“But I’m not going to lie to you.” You scoffed at his statement. “Y/N, listen, you know how many girls I’ve been with? A lot.”

“You’re not really helping your case.”

“No, hear me out. Look, I’ve been with a lot of girls, but none of them make me feel the way I feel about you.”

“Wow, how romantic,” you mock-swooned, “I really want you to just,” you paused before deadpanning, “ fuck off right now.”

“You know how goddamn scared you make me? I can’t act around you like I do with other girls, okay? You see right through me. And I’m sorry I went to far, but you drive me absolutely insane. All I could think about when I was kissing you was-”

“What?” you asked, “Stripping me of my virginity? Wow, I really want to punch you in the face right now.”

“No. I was thinking how, for once, I actually felt something besides lust while kissing you. I swear this is the gayest shit I have ever uttered in my entire life, and Daniel will roast me into oblivion. But,” he took a deep breath, “Y/N, I really like you, and I know you’re pissed beyond my comprehension right now, but I’m telling you the absolute truth. I am 100% head over heels attracted to you. I’m attracted to the way your brows furrow when you’re solving a problem in math. I’m attracted by how your tongue slightly sticks out when you’re organizing files at work. I’m attracted to how intimidated you make me feel, how you actually call me out on the misogynistic bullshit I accidentally end up doing or saying. I am wholeheartedly attracted to you. Just give me another chance to not fuck it up?”

“What did you say?” Nayoung asked, now that the two of you were lounging in your respective beds.

“I told him if he really liked me, he’d pull a page from every other asshat who went after me and just leave me alone,” you grumbled, shifting under your blankets.

“Even after he declared his wholehearted affection for you?”

“The guy’s a professional casanova. Of course he’d say lies like that to get me into trusting him, only to lure me into his bed and leave me the moment he gets what he wants.”

“And what exactly does he want?” she teased. You sat up to give your friend an unamused look. “What?” she asked, “You never know, he could like you.”

“Yeah right,” you snorted, “and I like him.”

Monday morning came about quickly, and Seongwoo had not messaged you since the “date” Saturday. Even though you kept yourself angry at the certain raven-haired boy, you couldn’t help but check your phone all throughout Sunday for something. Maybe it was that part of you that hoped maybe he did mean it and would try even harder to win you over. But again, it’s Ong you were thinking of. He could’ve easily found some other girl; someone easier, someone who would give him just what he wanted. Those thoughts made you scoff, angry at the thought of possibly trusting him. Yet, you found yourself with that ugly green monster making itself at home in your mind, obsessively checking his social media for any form of another female to occupy him for that one day he left you in silence. But nothing popped up. “It was as if his dick could actually control itself for a day,” you mused as you walked into the mathematics building...only to stop abruptly at the sight that laid before you.

The male underclassmen were lined up on either side of the hallway, each one holding onto a small envelope. You spied Seongwoo’s group of friends standing at the end of the hallway, beckoning for you to walk towards them. You finally regained control over your feet and began walking towards your classroom.  The underclassmen handed you their envelopes and suddenly the intercom clicked on.

“Attention, Evanson students,” Seongwoo’s voice rung out, “before Dr. Harris realizes I’m hijacking the morning announcements, I would like to say something to a very special person. Y/N L/N, I am sorry. Like, I acknowledge I’m an asshat who treated you like any other girl I usually go after when you are so much more to me than an easy lay. No offense to those girls, but like, sorry, it’s true. You mean way too much to me for me to just let you get away, so in a very extra way, I apologize, and hopefully you’ll find it in yourself to forgive me and give me another chance. Plus, I hope you open all those envelopes in secret; I’d rather not lose my manhood today. Actually, do whatever you want, just please give me another chance. And-”

His voice was cut off by a loud screech, indicating Dr. Harris had indeed realized he had hijacked the morning announcements.

“What did the envelopes say?” Nayoung asked, eyeing the stack you clutched tightly in your hands. The two of you were walking back to the dorms after eighth period, passing by the dean’s office on the way.

“I think that’s for me and him to know,” you cheekily stated, motioning your head to the dean’s office where Seongwoo now sat, probably getting the lecture of the era. Nayoung gave you a funny look before simply shrugging and making her way towards the dorms, leaving you to wait outside the dean’s office.

Fifteen minutes passed before Seongwoo emerged from the office, looking completely drained of energy. “Y-Y/N, um, hey,” he said sheepishly, “I see you got the envelopes.”

“Yeah,” you looked at the boy that stood in front of you. The usual confidence was gone. He averted your gaze, choosing to look at the linoleum floors instead. “Look, did you mean everything you said in these notes?” you inquired. He nodded slowly. “All 206 of them?” you pressed.

“You kept count?” he asked, that telltale smirk emerging. You faltered, trying to find a reason for keeping count without letting on too quickly he was forgiven.

“W-well, we didn’t do anything in econ today, so-” your lie was cut off when he enveloped you in a hug.

“God, I was so scared you’d still be upset with me,” he mumbled into your hair.

“And why would you be scared?” you asked, fully knowing why. But you needed to hear it again. You needed those words molded in his voice.

“Because I like you, and it scares me,” he said the moment he let go of you. “This is the first time I haven’t been on the receiving end,” he dryly laughed at that statement. His smile faded the longer you stayed silent. “Are you still upset?” he asked softly.

“A little,” you finally caved, “but I’m giving you another chance.” He lit up at those words. “But,” his smile died down, “it has to be on my terms. Agree?” He nodded eagerly. “Good, you’re doing all the coffee runs at internship this week. You have to walk me to all of my classes,” you paused to think of the run he’d have to do for your fourth period class, “All. And, you cannot engage physical contact with me for a week. No hugs, hand holding, nothing. But, I can engage with you. Can you handle that, Ong?” The smirk that graced his lips threw you for a loop.

“Anything for you, princess.”

“Good, if you can handle that, consider yourself forgiven.”

[zoraclover777]

House Hunting. (Vol. 1)

(Vol. 2)

Couple: Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: ghosties

Requested: lmao noooo

Summary: In which, the kids, and Steve, invite you to explore a haunted house.

AN: LiSTEN, this has been in my head for a while ok and y'all seem to like my Steve Harrington work so, let’s start, yo. By the way, let me know if you want a part two????? Huh???? HUH???

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A knock echoed in your ears and you took a slow bite out of your bagel as you hoped they went away, but the knocking only became more urgent and you rolled your eyes, walking to the door.

Voices made you arch your brow as you listened, multiple tones making you tilt your head, confused on how many people could be at your door at this time of night.

’Dude, we barely know—’

’Steve, shut your mouth, we’re inviting her. She’s into all this kind of ghost—’

’Which aren’t real, by the way, Dustin.’

’AnyWaYS, she likes all this shit, okay? Y/N has all kind of ghost shit, like—’

You opened the door, one hand on the knob and the other holding the bagel and you stared at the group, furrowing your brows slightly.

“What do I owe the pleasure of being visited by Steve Harrington, the babysitter, and the five kids, he babysits, at—” Turning around, you strained your neck to look at the clock before turning back to them, “—ten seventeen p.m on a Saturday night?”

“Haunted—”

“Houses.” Mike finished, smiling at Lucas before looking at you.

“Okay, well, I only know little Max there, and I’m going to be three hundred percent honest and say she didn’t throw my name out there, so, which one of you shit heads did?”

A small hand raised up and you followed it down to its owner, Dustin smiling proudly. Smacking yourself in the forehead mentally, remembering he asked for your help on a project months ago and you sighed.

“Right, Dustin. The kid that needed an A in science, for something not science related. What’s up?”

“Well—”

“Wait,” Will spoke out, head turning to Dustin. “You got an A on a project for Science, that wasn’t even—”

“Yes, Will. Anyways, Y/N, your EVP recorder, bring it. And that one camera with the fancy night vision thing.” He said, excitedly, clapping his hands together.

“Fine, only because I want to prove that ghosts are real to Mr. I don’t believe in anything except basketball and girls.” Turning around, you could hear the scoff coming out of his mouth and you smirked.

———

Shining your flashlight on the old building, you shined it in Steve’s face, making him squint as he turned away. “Don’t break the damn camera, Harrington. If you get creeped out, give it to me, don’t just drop it.”

Quickly, you flashed the light on Mike, Lucas, and Dustin, grinning slightly as you spoke, “So, the history of this place?”

“In 1734 a boy by the name of Daniel Mit—Mi—Michelle?”

“Mitchell, Dustin, that says, here give me that. In 1834, a boy by the name of Daniel Mitchell was brutally attacked when trying to defend himself from intruders on Saturday, September 23rd, but sadly passed away when— oh, gross, Mike, here.”

“But sadly passed away when one of the strangers tied a rope around his neck, suffocating him slowly before—uh, ew.”

Max grabbed the paper before rolling her eyes and finding where he had left off. “Before gutting the fifteen year old boy and hanging him from the ceiling fan.” She flipped the paper around to reveal an empty page on the back, making her furrow her brows.

“Guys, there’s no indication that this place is—”

Dustin pulled out another piece of paper and smiled, unfolding it before reading. “In 1931, two homeless men went to seek shelter where fifteen year old Daniel Mitchell had been murdered, but they would call the police two hours later about things being thrown, doors being slammed, and hearing voices speaking to them to leave. The officers—”

“Alright, alright, I get the idea of it. You believe this place is haunted because of some article—” You stopped when the front door swung open and your eyes immediately looked into the doorway, finding nothing, or anyone, in sight.

“Oooookay, that was strange.” Steve said, head turning to you.

"Did you get that?"

"Yeah."

Breathing in, you looked at the kids before turning back to the house. “Okay, one quick EVP session, and we’re gone.”

———

One had turned in to five, and you were sitting next to Max and Steve, raising an eyebrow as you listened to the last tape.

Lucas’s voice spoke, “Is anybody here with us?”

Silence filled your ears as you all listened and you sighed, shutting off your recorder before taking the tape out and replacing it. “Okay, guys, this is the last one we recorded. If there’s nothing on here, we’re going home.”

The click of the cassette being played filled the room and you closed your eyes, listening intently.

“Hey, ghosties—”

Immediately, you pause the tape, turning to Steve, throwing your arms up. “Dude—”

“To be fair, I don’t believe in them.” He pointed out, crossing his legs and smiling, shifting the camera over a little.

“To be fair, we literally went through hell for two years, Steve.” Will said, placing his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

“Dammit.” Steve said, waving his hand as if to tell you to continue the tape, and you pressed the play button in satisfaction.

“—so, I’m going to ask questions, you’ll answer, I guess. Is anybody here?”

Silence. And then a small voice, “Yes.”

“Man, what the—”

“Steve, sh!”

“When did you die here?”

There was a small sliver of silence before it answered, “18…34.”

“Is this Daniel Mitchell?”

No answer was spoken before Steve asked the next question, “Are you friendly?” Static interfered, making the next answer hard to hear, but you rewind the tape before pressing play again and getting closer.

“Are you friendly?”

Static before a low, growling voice spoke, “No.”

Quickly, you pressed stop and stood up, grabbing a strap of your backpack. “Time to leave, now. No questions, just get up and walk out.” You said gently, turning your flashlight on as you watched everyone stand up.

“What’s the big deal, anyways? None of this is real, all of that can be explained—” A crash interrupted Steve, making you all look up before there was another crash, directly in front of your group.

Turning your head, you were suddenly pushed to the floor, making you drop your flashlight and gasp at the force. Groaning, you sat up and looked around at everyone in the group, confused as you pushed the camera out of your face.

“Okay, now, that can’t be explained.” The brown eyed teen said, lending a hand out to you and you grabbed it, letting him help you off the floor.

“Don’t react, just leave.” Eyes locked onto Max’s and she nodded as she grabbed the door handle, opening the front door before it was slammed shut, her hand being ripped away from it.

Breathing out, you looked at the group before closing your eyes slowly and grabbing the recorder out of the side pocket of your backpack. “Looks like we have one more EVP to record, guys.” You opened it, flipping the tape around before pressing record.

“Listen, you’ve been messing with us, so tell us what you want, and we’ll be out of your hair.”

You waited a moment before you spoke again, “You said you weren’t friendly, so we’re trying to leave, so you can have your space—”

“Yeah, oh, ghost.” Steve spoke sarcastically, camera facing towards you and you rolled your eyes before looking around.

“Can we leave?” Is the final question you’d ask, before pressing stop and rewinding the tape, taking a deep breath as you pressed play.

“Listen, you’ve been messing with us, so tell us what you want, and we’ll be out of your hair.”

Silence hit all your ears before a loud voice answered, “New body.”

Swallowing hard, you listened. “You said you weren’t friendly, so we’re trying to leave, so you can have your space—”

“Mine.”

“Yeah, oh, ghost.”

“You’re next, Steve.”

Eyes widening, you looked up at the male and he was already staring at you, paler than normal and the next question was asked, “Can we leave?”

“No.”

The tape stopped and suddenly, the front door slammed open, the room filling with a manic laughter that fit no one’s voice and you all ran out. You ran until you hit the street before you turned back, gasping for breath as one hand was on your chest, feeling your heart beat go crazy and your other hand held Steve’s, gripping tightly.

“Do you—”

Before Mike could finish his sentence, your eyes locked onto the figure in the window, waving at you and the kids, eyes focused on Steve. “Yeah, I do.”

“Mhm.” Lucas and Max hummed, turning away from the house.

“Yup.” Dustin said, body stiff.

“Oh, yeah.” Will said, turning around to face the other two kids as a distraction.

“It’s staring right at me.” Steve said, eyes locked onto the figures as he held tightly onto your hand and his fingertips became white. The camera was still held tightly in his hand, facing towards the window.

“Come on, guys, let’s go home. Now.” The group would immediately follow you back to the neighbourhood, not making a sound or even questioning what had happened in that house.

Steve handed the camera to you and you watched him pile the kids in his car, smiling when he waved as he left.

Yeah.

Talking about it would be for another day.

———

AN: i love ghosts and ghouls and demons so like, yeah, this was on my mind and LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANNA PART TWO KIDS GOODNIGHT.