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star-girl69 · 1 year ago

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Music To Watch Girls To

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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sypnosis: is it wrong to be obsessed with clarisse? obviously not!!

a/n: i cant just write a drabble what is wrong w me it’s always gotta be a full fledged fic damn anyways i don’t like this one that much so don’t crucify me, but i hope you all enjoy!!

Music To Watch Boys To - Lana Del Rey

warnings: FRIENDS TO LOVERS GOOD LORD, all clarisse know is be mean to her friends, like girls, and lie, reader is a little insane this time…., it’s not watching clarisse train bc i got struck with inspo but you all will like it dw, there’s still muscles and watching clarisse fight, swearing, violence, mentions of weapons, reader is an honorary ares cabin member bc i think it’s cute and i do what i want, y/n gets hurt like 20 times ITS FOR THE PLOT OK, kissing!!!!, like angst for half a sec not rly tho, tell me if i missed anything!!

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The only word you think of when you think of Clarisse is fuck.

It describes your feelings about her so accurately. The first time you saw her, you knew you had to have this girl. And the first time you heard her talk, she was calling some Hephaestus kid a dumbass for not fixing a dent in her armor correctly.

She was an asshole, a bully, whatever, and she was also the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. But, thank the Gods you became close friends with her brother Matty, and then Carrie, and then you practically knew everyone in the Ares cabin like your own siblings.

Even just friendship with Ares kids is an intense rollercoaster.

They admired your for your deadly skill with a bow, a few of them even openly claiming you were probably the best at camp. They were loyal and fierce, protective, funny and everything you could want in a replacement family. Your mortal parent went down a dark road after your godly parent went back to Olympus, and you had never felt that love that everyone craved.

Clarisse hated you at first, like she does everyone, until one day at the bonfire you were sitting with her and a few of her siblings, the fire was hot and it was never the same. You still remember her eyes on you, feeling intoxicated under the moon. Besides, the nights are made for secrets.

And it became a tradition.

You would look at each other next to the fire, and never speak of it again.

The rest of the time, she was like any friend. That same loyalty, focus, but sometimes you could swear she seemed to look a little longer.

After the arrival of Percy Jackson, Clarisse was especially on edge. She was supposed to be training, but she was instead sulking and ranting to Matty and Carrie.

“And he really thinks he killed that Minotaur? Doesn’t matter. That’s what everyone else thinks.”

“Talking about the new kid?” you ask, sitting on top of the picnic table next to their cabin.

“Oh, yeah,” Carrie mumbles. “Talking all about the new kid.”

Clarisse stops her angry pacing to send her a harsh glare.

“He’s just a baby, Clarisse.”

She slams her hand down on the table next to you, pointing her finger in your face.

“He’s a liar,” she hisses. “I’m gonna make him admit it.”

“Hm, okay,” you say, pressing her foot against her stomach and pushing her back. “And that’s totally logical. But have you considered that he actually killed the Minotaur?”

“I’ll punch you.”

“Oh, you love me, Clarisse,” you smile, sweeping your arms out in a big circle. “I’m the brightest part of your day.”

She glares at you.

Matty coughs to hide a laugh.

“Just ignore him!” you say. “I don’t get why you’re so obsessed over him anyways.”

“I’m not explaining myself to you,” she huffs, stubborn as ever.

“Okay, Clarisse,” you say, drawing out the words.

You miss Carrie and Matty shooting each other looks.

—-

Chiron announces the next capture the flag game later that day, and the next morning you’re heading off to the Ares cabin with your bow and armor in tow.

You walk in. They’re all adjusting their armor, polishing their weapons. A few smile at you and wave, but you head straight towards the back. Clarisse is there, helping some of her younger siblings pick out weapons from the secret weapons stash the Ares kids have curated over the years.

It’s Danny’s first game. He’s only twelve.

She looks up at you for a moment, which is about as much acknowledgment as you’re gonna get. You sit at the end of someone’s empty bed, right next to Danny.

“How you feelin’?” you ask. His face is twisted into a stone cold mask.

“Excited,” he says, like he practiced it in the mirror.

“Well, I’m scared.”

He looks at you and frowns.

“You’re the best archer in camp. Matty says so.”

You shrug. “I may be the best archer, but I’m nowhere near the best fighter.”

He nods, thinking hard like the whole world is suddenly starting to make sense.

“Hey, if I promise to keep a look out for you from the trees- will you watch out for me on the ground?”

He doesn’t need your assurance. He’s a child of Ares, they’re prebuilt with the lust for battle. But you know how to play all of them like a fiddle. They like feeling important, and he’s only twelve. It doesn’t hurt you to give this to him.

You stick out your hand and he grabs it.

“Deal.”

“Y/N,” Clarisse says. You realize she’s been standing there for a while. “Are you here to distract everyone or for a reason?”

“You know, I would welcome you into my cabin warmly.”

Her face remains stone cold. Danny runs off. Clarisse can be some sort of halfway nice, but rarely, and most of the time everyone just knows her cruel words, her ruthless tactics in battle, and her misleading words and smiles.

“You’re no fun,” you pout.

“You’re the one who sticks around. No one’s holding you hostage- you can leave.”

“I need a dagger.”

“Oh,” she says, blinking. “Wow, you actually came here for something? What happened to yours?”

“Broke,” you shrug. “The handle fell off. Weird, whatever.”

She hums, looking through the daggers hung on the wall. “This one.”

She hands it to you. It’s similar to your old dagger, except a lot sharper and a lot more sturdy. But it’s the same style you’re used to. You wonder if she knows that or not- Ares kids do notice everything.

But for Clarisse to actually do something like that with intention is rare.

“I like it,” you say. “Thanks!”

She hesitates for a second.

“Keep it.”

You look at her. “I can give it back.”

“I already told you to keep it. Don’t be pathetic and make me reassure you.”

“Okay, Clarisse,” you roll your eyes.

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Your position on capture the flag is always the same.

Carrie, Matty and Clarisse hunt in the woods on the ground, and you get thrown up into some random tree to shoot arrows at anyone you see.

The idea is, they see the arrow coming from up above and look to the trees, only for Clarisse, Matty and Carrie to ambush them on the ground.

It’s only the third game you’ve employed this tactic, so the blue team is starting to catch on.

After Chiron gives his speech you could probably say yourself, you head over to the three of them, holding your arm out to Matty and the red bandana. He ties it around without saying a word, Carrie reaches over and scolds you for not tying your armor tight enough.

“Blah, blah, blah,” you say. “I’ll live.”

“Yeah,” Carrie snorts. “Because I fixed it.”

“Shush,” Clarisse hisses. She finishes talking to a few more of her siblings, and they take their companies off into the woods. She turns back around. “I have a different plan today.”

Carrie and Matty grin dangerously.

There’s something in between the three of them, some sort of matching glint in their eyes.

“Okay, did I miss something? Why are you guys being so… scary?”

“You’ll see,” Clarisse says, her eyes dark.

Gods, it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

—-

The great thing about being up in the trees is you get to see everything.

You get to see the way Clarisse grins while she fights, the way she whips her spear around like it weights nothing, the way sweat forms at her brow- and the way her muscles flex. That’s the best part.

Her arms, her legs, her stomach, every part of Clarisse is just lean and toned muscle.

It makes you want to betray yourself in a way that would permanently embarrass you.

You follow them, of course, even though you have no idea what the hell is happening or what the plan is. There’s a reason she’s not telling you the plan. Why?

When you walk past the woods where you normally hunt, you start getting fidgety.

“Ok, guys, seriously. Tell me what’s going on.”

You realize you’re heading towards the side of the big hill, starting the climb up through the trees and rocks.

Clarisse turns around.

“Stop. Worrying.”

You grit your teeth. “I’m not worried. I’m just confused.”

She sighs, signaling to Carrie and Matty.

“You know,” she mutters. And they leave, so it’s just the two of you.

They spit up, making their way on the farthest two ends, all leading to the same ledge.

She grabs your wrists. “Stop cracking your fingers. It’s annoying, and you’ll hurt ‘em.”

“Then tell me what’s going on.”

She lets go of one of your wrists, but keeps her tight grip on the other, forcing you to keep pace behind her.

“I’m not gonna tell you again, Y/N. Don’t worry. I’m not going to put you in danger, obviously.” She laughs, as if the idea is ridiculous. “You’re a damn good archer.”

“Oh, my Gods. Did you just compliment me?”

She tenses up, finally realizing she did it.

“D-don’t let it go to your head.”

“Oh, I won’t. It will just be our little secret, won’t it?”

You bite your lip as you smile so you don’t burst out laughing.

“Sure,” she mutters, and you don’t miss the way she stares at your lips. She clears her throat, finally letting go of your wrist. “Percy Jackson-”

“Who’s a baby.”

“-attacked us last night.”

You raise an eyebrow, walking next to her. “Did you attack him first?”

She doesn’t answer that.

“I doubted you would join us. I just didn’t want you to be alone in the woods.”

“Why?”

“Hm, I saw Annabeth as we left the bathrooms. She knows, she knows we’re gonna get revenge so Luke’s gonna go straight for the flag because we’re not in the woods.”

“So you’re just sacrificing the entire game for revenge? Against a 12-year-old?”

“Revenge,” she mutters, thinking over it. “That’s a fun word.”

She smiles, looking at you.

“Oh, Gods,” you mutter.

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The rest of the walk continues in silence, until you can see Carrie and Matty in the distance, both waiting for Clarisse’s signal. She grins.

“Now, why don’t you just stay behind me and draw an arrow, and tell me if anyone’s coming. And when he’s distracted, you’ll sneak around behind him and block him from escaping, hm?”

You look around the forest. “Okay. But, Clarisse-”

She smacks her hand over your face. “I don’t need your morality right now. I just need you to keep those pretty eyes open and be our lookout.”

“Fine,” you hiss as you throw your hand off her mouth.

“Thank you,” she smiles, sarcastically. “Was that so hard?”

You mock her under your breath, but she signals to Carrie and Matty. They all start walking forward, trying for stealth, but your feet make sink into the gravel. He hears them. He sits up.

You don’t know anything about Percy Jackson, except for the fact he supposedly attacked the three musketeers you call your friends and possibly killed a Minotaur.

True to your word, you stay behind Clarisse, watching as she lifts her helmet off, throwing it to the ground.

Her spear sinks into the dirt.

“Flag’s that way,” Percy says. “It’s not here.”

“We know.”

You start walking out from behind her. His eyes flick between all four of you.

“Yeah, glory’s fine.” You can feel her eyes on you. “Revenge is more fun.”

She looks up at her spear, slamming it down, and you hear the familiar crackle as it lights up. Red hot electricity.

She laughs a bit.

He scrambles for his sword and spear, forgoing his helmet. They close him in. You walk around Carrie and behind him. His eyes move between you and Clarisse, but there’s nothing he can do to stop the four of you from surrounding him.

“No maiming. It’s like the one rule.”

His stance isn’t even close to correct.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll lose dessert privileges for a while,” she fake frets, looking up at her spear. She smiles and looks back at him. “I’ll live.”

Her face twists into a mask of focus and she swings out at him. He manages to dodge her first hit, and block the second with his shield.

She looks at Carrie and Matty. They lunge forward, attacking him together, and he certainly is a demigod- he has a natural talent.

But you can only really focus on the way she lifts her spear back over her head.

She grunts and spins, shocking him, before jabbing forward at his armor, making him fall back over the log he used to be laying on, right at your feet.

“I’m actually not interested in maiming or killing you, believe it or not,” she says, standing over him. “I just want you to admit you’re a fraud. It’d make me feel better. Are you feeling up to that yet?”

The way she holds her spear, the way she says it’ll make her feel better- you miss the way he swings out with his shield, hitting you in the shins.

“Fuck,” you hiss, leaning down to touch your burning leg. “Oh, fuck, that hurt.”

Percy grunts and takes off running.

“Y/N,” Matty says, a silent question in his concerned voice.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, shaking your leg out.

Clarisse glares at his retreating figure.

“I guess he has a fucking death wish,” she whispers, voice full of a deadly promise.

She grunts and launches herself over the log, Carrie and Matty following. You straighten yourself and take off running after them. You leg does burn, but you still manage to keep pace. Besides, Matty is already far ahead, surprising him and knocking him down from the path, making him tumble through the woods and land on the beach.

Matty and Carrie wave their swords at him from the right. He pants and breathes heavily, backing up, but when he turns around to run- Clarisse is there.

You draw your bow again, out of habit.

The arrows you use aren’t actual arrows of course, but filed down to little circle rocks at the end. They won’t kill you, but they fucking hurt.

You can’t help but giggle as he falls onto his back, scared just by Clarisse being there.

She laughs too, before all three of them launch into an attack.

They push him back, towards you, and you step back with them, waiting for the perfect moment.

But your eyes drift up to Clarisse. She’s hanging back for just a second while Matty and Carrie jab at him. She looks… proud. She looks really fucking proud that you’re laughing at this 12-year-olds misery.

But Clarisse was right. Revenge is fun. And you hate it, but you can’t stop it.

You smile back at her, and it’s like those nights at the bonfire, you know you’ll never speak of it again. It doesn’t matter. Right now, there’s angelic music playing in your head, and you’re watching her. You’re watching her, the sweat on her brow, the way her hands clasp her spear.

Her face twists into something else.

“Y/N!” she shouts, but Carrie and Matty pushed him too far, you didn’t move back enough- distracted by her- and you slam into each other, a tangle of limbs and metal.

He does this awkward sort of flip over you, landing a few feet behind you. You drop your bow in favor of catching yourself, and it gets caught on his shield and dragged along with him.

It’s a blur, you yelp as you go down, Percy groans.

They’re all standing there, tense and watching the way Percy stands up with your bow in his hands. His stance is nowhere near correct, it actually makes you cringe more than your bruised side after the fall.

Why the hell are you the one who keeps getting hurt?

Percy let’s out a breath. “Why don’t we all just walk away and forget this happened?”

“You just made that impossible,” Clarisse hisses.

You just want to get an ice pack on your leg and sit down. You’re tired. You want to boss Clarisse around as payment for bringing you here.

“Okay, okay, just stop. This is stupid, all of you. He’s, like, 12. He didn’t do it on purpose, you’re just attacking him for no reason.” Carrie and Matty look at the ground. Clarisse glares at you.

You turn around and face Percy. “Just go, okay.”

He looks between you and Clarisse.

“O-okay,” he breathes.

You can feel her move, hear her footsteps in the sand, her spear cutting through the wind. She comes around you, and Percy gets scared, so he raises up the bow and let’s it go- pointed straight at her face.

But it never hits her. It hits you, of course, because you have the worst luck in the world.

It hits you right in the chest, and it doesn’t kill you, but Percy is strong and it knocks the wind out of you.

Clarisse throws her spear to the ground and catches you, screaming your name at the top of her lungs.

Gods, this was so stupid. All of it. He didn’t mean to hurt you, he meant to stop her from attacking him. Because Clarisse is bloodthirsty. She cares about no one else but herself.

You were stupid to think she ever did.

But even through all of this, everyone treating you like a rag doll, you stare into Clarisse’s eyes. She’s frozen. She’s watching the rapid rise and fall of your chest, she’s watching the way you press your hand into your chest, trying to breathe, she’s looking at the fear in your eyes.

You’re terrified. And Clarisse looks the exact same way you feel.

You mouth her name.

Carrie and Matty are gathered around you, telling you to just breathe, take a breath in, but you can’t.

Clarisse let’s go of you and ignores your hands trying to hold her back, ignores Carrie warning her.

Oh, Gods, you’re in love with her and she’s just your friend, but it all hurts and you just need her right now.

Percy tries to scramble away from what he’s done, but Clarisse grabs him by his shirt and holds him up.

You think she’s actually going to kill him- then the conch sounds.

You all turn around.

The blue team runs to the beach, sticking the red flag into the ground. They all cheer loudly, Luke and Chris at the center of it.

Clarisse throws Percy back down on the ground.

She picks up your bow. Matty helps you stand up, you can breathe now, and you’re really fine. You just couldn’t for a minute. You don’t look at Clarisse, even though you want to.

—-

The four of you end up at the sword practice field, sitting on picnic tables like you did that one day.

Matty touches a few scratches on his arms from where he burst through the woods, scraping himself on something thorny.

Clarisse walks towards a dummy and starts attacking it. She lets all her anger out on it. They didn’t win, and her revenge is incomplete so, its not even worth it. You could have told her that from the beginning, but whatever.

Clarisse can do whatever she wants. She doesn’t listen to you, she doesn’t care about you- not as much as you want her too. Not as much as you care about her.

She’s so wonderfully in her element it makes you want her more. This is where she belongs, in the field in the sun, with her spear in her hands. She belongs here, where she feels closest to her father and farthest away from her responsibilities, from the constant battle it is for her to keep her emotions in check.

Even after a minute of her obliterating the dummy, she seems better. Finally, after another minute, she slows down until she stops.

You don’t stop looking at her until she turns around and looks at you. She breathes out.

“Are you okay?” she asks, sitting down on the opposite end of the bench.

“Fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me.”

She hums.

“C’mon, Matty,” Carrie says. “Let’s go back to the cabin, I’m thirsty.”

You’re not ready to get up yet, you’re too comfortable here on the bench, it’s too easy to breathe in the valley.

Clarisse flexes, stretching her spear over her head, and you watch her. Of course you watch her. You don’t think you’ll ever just be able to look at her in passing- you’ll always have to focused, you’ve always have to have your eyes totally and completely on her.

Like she’s some book you have to study. Like she’s all you’ve ever wanted to look at.

“Stop staring at me, weirdo,” she mumbles.

You sit up straighter. “I’m not. You’re just flexing dramatically all over the place, of course I’m gonna take notice of it.”

“Okay, sure,” she taunts, and you remember what happened, you remember how you felt when she walked away from you to continue with her revenge.

“I-I’m gonna go back to my cabin.” You don’t wanna be around her, not right now at least. “See you later, Clarisse.”

She stands up immediately. “I’ll walk you.”

“No, thanks, it’s fine.”

“Y/N, you got hurt because of me.” She crouches down and tugs up your pant leg. “How’s your leg? Your side?”

Matty, Carrie and Clarisse too, sometimes, are always touching you and doing things for you. It’s sweet. They aren’t good with the words, but they show you they love you, and that means more than anything else.

If she hadn’t done what she did, if she really cared about you, then you wouldn’t mind her touching you like this. You would love it.

“Clarisse- get off of me,” you shake your leg out, which hurts a bit, but she lets go and stands up.

Her face twists into one of anger, her fists clenched.

“I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry you got hurt. I feel really bad about it, so just let me do this for you.”

“It’s not about that,” you mumble, cursing yourself and hoping she doesn’t hear you. Of course she does.

“Then what’s it about?”

You try to turn away, but she clamps her around your wrist and tugs you back towards her.

“What’s it about, Y/N?”

She holds your hand to her chest.

You both know what it’s about.

“Just stop, Clarisse,” but your body betrays you and you make no move to push her away. She notices, of course she notices, and she pulls you closer. “We’ve been dancing around each other for months.”

She blinks and her grip on your wrist loosens.

“And it was fun. It was a fun game, okay, Clarisse. But you can stop playing it now. You showed me today that your care more about yourself then you ever could me. I’m sick of it.” You tug your hand away. “I’m so sick of it, Clarisse.”

She grips you tighter again.

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m running around looking like a fool, and you think I care about myself? You think I don’t care about you?”

Your breath is a little shaky again.

“You could have helped me and you chose revenge.”

“For you.”

“What?”

“He slammed his shield into your leg, knocked you over, and then shot you in the chest. Of course I wanted revenge. Not for me, it was about that at first, but then, Gods, did you do something to him?”

You laugh. She smiles, staring at your face like she’s seeing you for the first time.

“Like, he just kept coming after you, I don’t get it. But I… I like you. Like, like you. And I don’t know what that means, but I don’t really care. I just… want you. I want to be near you all the time. And I go crazy when you’re with someone else. I want to touch you all the time, hug you, hold you… I want to kiss you so bad I think I’m gonna fucking explode.”

Fuck is always the first word you think of when you think of her. It used to be because she made you so angry with the secrets, but now it’s just the things the says make you wonder how much more you can fall in love with her.

“Well, I don’t really want you to explode,” you roll your eyes. “That’d be too messy. Besides, I-”

“You’re always such a fucking worrier.”

She plants her hands on your face and presses her lips to yours. You can feel the slight desperateness she won’t say, but she’ll tell you with her body. You can feel everything she won’t show, won’t say. How beautiful you are. How scared she was. How much she wanted you and for how long.

You feel it all just by her lips, and you can’t help but wonder what more she can tell you.

She pulls back and smiles.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll deny it.”

“I’m the light of your life, Clarisse.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, grabbing you tighter and kissing you again. You grab onto her arms, smiling. You always wondered what he muscles would feel like against you.

There’s only one word to describe the way it feels.

Fuck.

—-

clarisse when she accidentally told y/n she has pretty eyes: PLEASE DONT NOTICE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

y/n my ladybug not noticing: 🧍‍♀️

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y/n and clarisse just being insane together WDYM YOURE LAUGHING WHEN A KID FALLS OVER STOP

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clarisse: bitch stop WORRYING

y/n: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME SHUT UP

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clarisse and y/n both pretending that clarisse giving her a dagger wasnt literally a declaration of love and also clarisse throwing her spear down to catch y/n???? bitch she’s in LOVE

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writememysticfalls · 12 days ago

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Nice Kitty | Kol Mikaelson

Summary: Kol stared up at you from the floor. His chest gleamed with sweat. “Nice kitty,” he whispered.

You and Kol are dirty rivals. A spell gives you total control over his body, so you decide to teach him a lesson.

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x witch!reader

Genre: Suggestive, Enemies to lovers

Word count: >1k

“Morning, princess,” Kol said, sliding into the cabin’s tiny kitchen.

He rested his hands on either side of your head, caging you in.

Kol was naked - apart from a towel draped low on his hips. He shook out his brown curls, spraying you with water.

“You're in a good mood,” you said, eyes fixed on your book.

“Yep,” Kol said. “Because that nasty spell you tried on me last night didn't work.” He booped your nose. “Maybe little Y/n’s not ready for big boy magic.”

“How do you know the spell didn't work?” you said, smirking.

You reached behind your back, and pulled out a human heart - Kol’s heart.

“What have you done to me?” Kol panted, clutching his empty chest.

You smirked. “I stole your heart. I control you now.”

You lifted the heart.

“I am sick of you calling me princess… ” you said, squeezing the heart, so Kol groaned, “and little girl…” he sank down the wall “and mamacita, which is just yuck.” Kol fell to his knees.

Kol stared up at you from the floor. He was panting like a dog, mouth open, his chest gleaming with sweat. “Nice kitty,” he whispered.

You grabbed his hair in your fist.

“If you want your heart back…” you said, twisting his hair, “you'll have to beg.”

Kol narrowed his eyes. “Never. I've been tortured before, love.”

You pulled his hair harder, till his eyes welled up in pain.

“Can I-” Kol stuttered. “Please can I have my heart back?”

You giggled, releasing him.“I'm not giving you your heart back, dumbo. I’m going tell Klaus to give me the white oak stake, or I'll crush the heart and kill you.”

You booped Kol on the nose. “But I couldn't resist. You look so pretty on your knees.”

You and Kol marched through the woods, on the way to meet Klaus.

“I get it. I'm your slave,” Kol said. “But is the outfit really necessary?”

Kol was wearing a pink tutu, a pink fluffy tiara that said “FAIRY PRINCESS”, and a matching pink wand.

“No,” you said, skipping along, holding Kol’s heart. “But you look so cute!”

Kol had had enough. He reached out to snatch the heart from you.

You refused to let go. You and Kol fell to the ground. You rolled over each other in the dirt.

“Get - off!” you shrieked. Kol’s heavy body pinned you to the ground. His hot breath tickled your face.

“Vasmatos-” you tried to say, but Kol pressed his hand over your mouth, stopping you.

You and Kol both squeezed the heart at once.

And you got the weirdest feeling.

It was like being drunk on champagne. Everything turned hazy, golden. The world felt like one hilarious joke.

You suddenly felt that you didn't want to hurt Kol. You wanted to… kiss him.

Kol looked down at you like he was thinking the same thing.

Kol pulled his hand off your mouth, and flicked your plump lips with his thumb.

“That feels funny,” you giggled. “Good funny.”

“Yeah?” Kol said softly.

Kol stuck his tongue out, and licked your pink lips. You started laughing hysterically.

You pushed Kol down onto the soft forest floor, so your body was above his.

“Ha ha,” Kol said. “Upsy daisy.”

He bit the soft skin under your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine.

You noticed Kol’s heart, discarded on the floor. You had a vague feeling that the heart was important. But that felt so distant… and Kol’s mouth was so close…

You reached out, and dug you fingers into the heart.

You and Kol were struck by a vision.

A teenage Kol, stretched out on his bed, asleep. The twisted sheet left little of his sun-kissed back to the imagination.

“Taya…” Kol mumbled.

He bit down on his pillow. His breaths sped up.“Taya...”

A woman appeared at the doorway, clearing her throat.

Kol scrambled to a sitting position. The sheet slipped onto the floor.

“I’m awake,” he said thickly, his muscled arms wrapped around his knees. He blushed, and red exploded over his chest and legs.

“You're late for your morning lesson,” she said, faintly smiling. “And… I’m not ‘Taya’. I'm Miss Taya, to you.”

“Who’s Taya?” you said, walking behind Kol as he stormed through the forest. You were carrying Kol’s heart in your bag, to avoid touching it.

Kol’s face was a painful red. “You. You got inside my head!”

You said, “Technically, I got inside your heart-”

“Shut up!” he said. “Please… don't do that again.”

Kol was trembling with shame and anger. Your brown eyes had seen deeper into his soul, into his memories, than any girlfriend’s ever had. And it terrified him.

“It's not like I enjoyed that,” you said. “The freaky magic of the heart made me… like you for a second.” You shivered.

Kol realised that they had almost arrived at the Mikaelson house. His time was running out.

“Okay,” Kol said, stopping in his tracks. “You've won. You've humiliated me.” He grabbed the tutu in one hand, and danced around in a circle, waving the wand with the other. His face fell. “Just please don't give me to Klaus.”

You stared hard at Kol. “Why are you so afraid of Klaus?”

Kol scratched the back of his head. “I can't tell you. Just trust me.”

“If you want me to help you, I need the truth,” you said.

Kol looked down. “I've never told anyone this. I don't know how.”

You waited.

Finally, Kol pulled out his heart, and dug his nails in. Both you and Kol both struck by another vision.

Teenage Kol, peeking through a cottage doorway.

He was clutching a thorny rose, and his brown, muscled forearms were covered in scratches.

His eyes grew wide.

In the dark room, Taya was gripping the wall, her long hair flowing over her naked body. She was breathing hard.

A naked man grabbed her body from behind, his hands on her waist.

The man’s laughing blue eyes met Kol’s for a second.

It was Klaus.

The rose crumbled in Kol’s fist.

You gasped lightly. “That was Taya, your teacher. The one you had a crush on. Klaus was…”

“Klaus was fucking her,” Kol said darkly. He sat on the forest floor, crushing a pebble in his fist.“A few months after that, she disappeared, like all of Klaus’s girlfriends. The bastard killed her.”

You held Kol’s hand. “I'm so sorry,” you said, gazing up at him. “You loved her.”

“I think I did,” Kol said. “You know, before Taya died, I was a nice guy. Worthy of a good girl like you,” he said, smirking. “But that night, I decided to stop loving people so easily. Trusting them.” He thumped his chest. “Enter Kol Mikaelson, world-class arsehole.”

“You're not an-” you started. You smiled. “Okay, you are an asshole. But you're not… a bad person.”

Kol placed your hand on his cheek. His chestnut eyes held yours. “You're not like me, Davina. You're good; you're beautiful. And Klaus hates things which are good and beautiful. You can't make a deal with him. He’ll destroy you.”

You stepped away from him.

“I'm sorry, Kol,” you said quietly, tears welling in your eyes. “I really liked you.”

Then, your face hardened into a mask of fury.

“Klaus Mikaelson!” you yelled, running towards the Mikaelson house. “I have your little brother’s heart. Give me the white oak stake or he'll be dead by the time I count to ten…”

Kol pounded a tree trunk with his fist in anger, again and again, until the wood crumbled under his fingers.

He had trusted you. He had let you in. And you had used him.

Kol was lying in his bed in the Mikaelson house that night, when he heard a quiet “Ow.”

How was he such a trusting idiot, despite being hurt a thousand times?

He laughed, sitting up. Your head was stuck halfway inside his bedroom window.

“Help me,” you said. “My hair’s stuck.”

“Hurts, doesn't it?” Kol said, massaging his head. “Having your hair nearly yanked off.”

“Let me in,” you repeated, your voice breaking. “I'm here to rescue you. And this hurts like a bitch.”

“Who taught you that word, little girl?” Kol said in mock horror. “Wash that pretty mouth of yours out with soap.”

But he gently untangled your hair and gave you his hand to climb inside.

You sat down on the bed. Kol flung himself into an armchair in the corner of his room, his bejewelled finger tapping the arm. His head lolled back on the seat.

“Where did you get that pose from? GQ?” you said, laughing into your hand.

Kol got up and sat quietly down next to you, his ears burning. “Shouldn't you be more sorry or something?” he said. “You did try to sell my body today.”

You looked down. “I am sorry. I was going to leave you with Klaus, but then I thought about your story, and… I felt bad.”

Kol lightly brushed your hair behind your ear. “Is that the only reason you came back, then? You felt guilty?”

You met Kol’s eyes. You looked perfectly serious in the way only young people can. “No. I felt… a lot of things.” You looked down. “But I can't like you that way, Kol. When I like boys that way, people get hurt.”

“I know,” Kol said. “That tends to happen to the people I like, too.” His hand nudged yours on the bed, so your little fingers were touching. “I do have a knack for falling for the wrong people, don't I?”

You scoffed. “Are you talking about Taya right now? Because I really don't think bringing up your-”

Kol silenced you with a kiss. He was surprised at how good a kisser you were. Your body melted against his without shyness. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer. For a second, he was jealous of the boys who had kissed you before him.

“You're a good kisser. Should I be worried?” Kol said. He twirled a strand of your hair around his finger, possessively.

“You're a bad kisser. Should I be worried?” you said.

“Hey!” Kol said. “I have a thousand years’ experience…princess.”

“Yeesh,” you said. “You must not have done a lot of kissing in the last thousand years.”

Kol laughed. This was probably a bad decision, but it didn't feel that way.

It felt like hope.

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auras-moonstone · 1 year ago

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Hey,

Can you write a mini story of Jack and the reader. And can the trope be a fake dating for the media. Also can you the reader as an actress as well. And during their fake dating fling, they developed their feelings for each other but weren’t that sure to admit. So Jack calls it off and starts dating another girl. Later on, he realizes he still has feelings for the reader. And you can write the ending, please surprise me!

hi! i love this trope😫 hope you enjoy it🤍!

lost in translation — jack champion

word count: 2,944

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: y/n and jack are working on a rom-com together and are asked to fake date. feelings bloom and jack calls it off, breaking y/n’s heart and, as collateral damage, their friendship.

author’s note: this is me claiming my love for louis partdrige (he’s so pretty😫) and lynn painter (read her books she’s amazing)

Y/N HAD ALWAYS BEEN A BIG ROMCOM LOVER, SO WHEN SHE GOT THE ROLE OF LIZ ON THE ADAPTATION OF BETTER THAN THE MOVIES, SHE WAS ON CLOUD NINE. She met Jack (the boy who was going to play Wes, her love interest) on the chemistry read and the director instantly fell in love with their dynamic, and that’s how they got the role.

During the shooting, Y/N and Jack developed a close friendship. But the fans of the well-known rom-com book started shipping them even when the content the community managers shared was very scarce—just a few pictures of them on their breaks or during the filming, and some bloopers. The whole media kept talking about them, about how good they looked together, how their chemistry transcended the screen; and so the people involved in the publicity of the movie made a decision.

“You want us to what?” Y/N asked dumbfounded.

“To fake-date. The press tour is about to start, and we think you two dating can really boost the excitement for the movie” the head of publicity stated. “We can’t actually make you do it, as it wasn’t originally in the contract, but we think this is a great idea. The people love you”.

Y/N looked at Jack, who hadn’t moved a muscle ever since the suggestion. “Jack? What do you think?”.

“Can we talk about it? Alone?” he asked to the man in front of them, who reluctantly nodded before leaving the office. “I honestly don’t know shit about publicity, but if they think it’s going to help, then we should do it”.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

Jack nodded “It’s you the one who doesn’t seem sure”.

“I don’t have a problem with fake dating you, I just don’t want our friendship to become weird or anything, because I value it a lot” Y/N told him. Jack’s heart broke, knowing how hard it was for her to establish friendships after her old friends started acting weird and became more interested in the events she could take them to rather than in her well-being and life. He knew he was one of her only real friends and now felt bad she had been put in such a spot.

“Hey, no. It won’t, it’ll be just like when we were filming, right? Just that we will do it in public” Jack tried to reassure her, pulling her into a hug.

“Okay… let’s just promise that if we get uncomfortable or if it’s becoming too much, we’ll be honest with each other and call this thing off, okay? Our friendship is way more important that the publicity” she said, looking him in the eyes.

Jack smiled, and showed her his little finger “I pinky promise”. Y/N laughed, wrapping her pinky with his.

And so their fake relationship began, not knowing that no promises could stop the feelings that were meant to evolve.

THEY COULDN’T REALLY TELL THE EXACT MOMENT EVERYTHING CHANGED. The shift in their relationship was so natural and gradual that they almost didn’t notice.

Everything was done more often—dates, kisses, hand holding—, physical touch seemed to be a need now—it could be just intertwined fingers or his arms wrapped around her shoulders and hers around his waist—, longing glances when the other wasn’t looking, eyes drifting to each other’s lips everytime one of them was talking. They even had dates out of the public sight—even though none of them called it a ‘date’, they simply convinced theirselves it was a friendly hang out. They slept at each other’s houses, waking up the following day with Jack’s arms draped around her waist while her back was pressed against his front or, their personal favorite, Y/N’s head on his chest and arms around his torso while Jack’s was wrapped around her shoulders pressing her more against his chest.

So yes, it was so slow and felt so natural that it took them time to realize they had fallen for each other. Both of them had completely different reactions—while Y/N decided she was going to take a risk and confess her feelings, Jack’s fears blinded him. It’s not that he didn’t want to admit his feelings, but everytime the option of confessing crossed his mind the words she spoke came to him: “I just don’t want our friendship to become weird or anything, because I value it a lot”. Y/N had been so scared of their friendship being ruined because of the fake dating thing, Jack knew keeping his feelings hidden was the best option. But also, he couldn’t keep hurting himself and that was exactly what he was doing by pretending to be her boyfriend when he wanted it to be real.

Friday came around, meaning it was their sleepover day. They had just finished eating the spaghetti Y/N made, and were about to choose a movie to watch when Jack decided to speak up at the same time Y/N opened her mouth to confess.

“Oh, sorry. You can tell me” Jack told her. Y/N shook her head, signalling him to go ahead. “I have been thinking and I think we should call the fake dating thing off”.

Y/N’s mouth was open, yet no words came out of it. She had been thinking for days what the best way to express her feelings for him would be. She had a whole speech planned and was now left speechless.

“Oh… okay, if you feel is the best thing” she faked her best smile, while trying not to fall apart right in front of his eyes. “I just… need to ask, is everything okay? I mean, this is very sudden”.

“I just feel this is becoming too much, and you said we should be honest with each other” he simply answered.

Y/N nodded playing with the remote control in her hand. It was clear, he felt uncomfortable being her fake boyfriend because he only saw her as a friend. “Right, yeah. Thank you for telling me, then. We should talk to the head of publicity tomorrow. The press tour is almost over, so there shouldn’t be any problem”

“Cool” Jack nodded. He should’ve felt relieved that she took it so well, but instead, he felt sad. Maybe even disappointed in the fact that she didn’t fight the decision. And he also felt angry at himself for expecting so much of her part when it wasn’t her fault that he had fallen for her and she didn’t feel the same.

Jack had wanted to save their friendship so bad, he didn’t realize that the conversation had been the first crack in the glass.

Y/N REALLY DID TRY TO NOT LET THE CIRCUMSTANCES INFLUENCE THEIR FRIENDSHIP, BUT THEY WERE SLOWLY DRIFTING APART. The texts were becoming less frequent and drier, the hang outs were brief and filled with awkwardness and so were their conversations.

The publicists thanked all the gods that the press tour was over, because they had never seen two people have less chemistry than Jack and Y/N. It was so hard for everyone to comprehend how two people whose eyes used to spark when they were around the other suddenly became lifeless.

But their breaking point came a few weeks later, it was the thing that made them stop talking for good. No more texting at all, no hanging out—alone or in public—no conversations, no looking at each other, no interactions at all.

Y/N was watching a movie with her friends, Millie and Louis, when Millie suddenly gasped. Y/N and Louis laughed “Mills, if you are with your phone while we’re watching a movie at least be discreet” the girl said, but Millie didn’t laugh or apologise, she just stared at her with saddened eyes, which made Y/N frown. “Is everything okay?”.

“When was the last time you opened social media?” she asked, while Louis took her phone to see what she was looking at.

Y/N saw him clench his jaw, which made her feel more confused “Um, I barely use my phone anymore, just to text… why? You’re scaring me, guys” she laughed nervously, trying to take a peek at the phone but Louis hid it quickly “Lou, give me the phone”.

The boy sitting next to her shook his head “It’s not the best idea”.

“Tell me what is going on, please. You’re making me anxious” Y/N’s voice was almost begging.

Millie sighed “It’s a picture someone took of Jack… he’s with a girl. They are… holding hands and exiting a restaurant”.

“Let me see” Y/N said extending her hand, but Louis just refused to do it. “Louis. Phone. Now”.

“Come on, Y/N/N, don’t be a masochist” Louis told her.

“I’m just going to see it on my phone later, so what you’re trying to do is useless” Y/N pointed out.

Louis sighed in defeat and gave her Millie’s phone. Y/N stared at the picture—Jack was looking as gorgeous as ever and her heart skipped a beat when she saw him. She missed him so fucking much, she hadn’t heard his voice in days (now she knew why, he was too busy). And then her eyes trailed to the girl holding his hand. She was very pretty—tall, long legs, blonde, muscular, stylish—and Y/N couldn’t help but compare herself with her.

“Stop it, I know what you’re doing and just don’t” Louis said, turning the phone off. “You’re gorgeous and way too good for him. It’s his loss, and he doesn’t deserve you”.

Y/N broke down for the first time in weeks, her feelings had been bottled up and the glass that held them inside finally exploded. Louis quickly put his arms around her, and Millie joined them in a heartbeat.

“I still have the fucking premiere” she cried harder when she remembered “What if- what if he goes with her? I can’t go”.

“Are you kidding me? You’re not going to miss the premiere. You work so hard for this! It’s your favorite rom-com and you are the main protagonist!” Millie said. “This is your dream. And you’re not going to let this ruin it”.

“I know, Mills. But I won’t be able to handle it. He’s going to be there, and even if she’s not there, I know he’s with her and looking at him knowing that will kill me” Y/N said, brushing away the tears. “Besides I can’t face that alone”.

“You’re not going to be alone. I’ll go with you” Louis offered.

“You actually had a great idea for once!” Millie exclaimed, making Louis roll his eyes and Y/N let out a little laugh. “Lou will be there for moral support, and you won’t feel alone. But you are definitely not going to miss your premiere”.

“Thank you, guys. I love you”

JACK’S MIND HAD BEEN A MESS LATELY. Y/N stopped responding his texts, it’s been two weeks with no signs of her. He would’ve been worried if he hadn’t seen the instagram stories her friends, Millie and Louis, posted with her. So it didn’t take a genius to realize she was ignoring him on purpose, and he didn’t have a clue why. He missed her so much, it was driving him insane. Jack wanted to go back to that night and take back everything he had said, they still would be fine if he hadn’t opened his mouth.

Jack thought that by cutting off the deal, they would go back to being friends and his feelings would have eventually faded away. He even started dating a girl he meet at the gym, but Y/N lingered on his mind all day, every day. And when the day of the premiere came, his eyes searched for her figure as soon as he arrived to the red carpet.

Jack’s smile widened when he saw her. She looked absolutely breathtaking—as always—but then his smile fell when he realized she was with someone else.

“Can you at least be a little less obvious?” Kate asked.

“Sorry” Jack apologised. “Thank you for coming with me, even after our breakup”.

“It isn’t a break up if we weren’t really together. It was just a couple of dates to benefit the other. You needed to get your mind off her, I needed to get my mind off my ex” she answered. “Although I have to say, I don’t know if me coming was the best idea”.

“Maybe not” Jack said, stopping for a picture “I just couldn’t face it alone”.

“He’s with her” Y/N said to Louis, faking smiles as the photographers flashed their cameras at them.

“I know. I’ve been feeling his stare ever since we arrived” Louis replied. “He’s totally jealous, I can feel it”.

Y/N shook her head “You’re speaking nonsense”

“Nope, I know what I’m talking about. And I get it, you’re looking incredibly stunning and you have an eye-candy with extremely good bone-structure on your arm”

“And with a big ego” she added with a laugh. “Let’s go, eye candy”.

“Don’t you need to take pictures with him?” Louis asked in a whisper as they approached Jack and his date.

“Yeah” Y/N sighed, chest tightening as they reached them. “Hi” she greeted, looking at Jack—who looked beyond handsome—and then set her eyes on the girl next to him. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you”.

“Kate” she greeted with a smile “And we both not that’s a lie” Kate laughed, surprising her. “It’s okay. Just, take the pictures and please, for the love of god, talk to each other!”

“Hi, I’m Louis and I’m very confused” the tall boy next to Y/N spoke up. “But I agree with the last part” he added, then looked at his friend “I’ll see you later to see the movie, okay? Let’s go…”

“Kate” the blonde girl reminded him as they walked away.

The two teenagers looked at each other, not knowing what to say. “We should… pose for the picture maybe?” Y/N broke the silence.

Jack nodded nervously “Yeah, yeah”.

He put his hand on her waist, and they both tensed. It had been so long since they were this close, their skin felt like burning and their hearts were beating at a dangerous rhythm. They only posed for a couple of seconds, yet it felt like an eternity. But once it was over, the awkwardness came back.

“Let’s go inside, our dates are waiting” she spoke up.

They entered the place, but as Y/N began to walk away, Jack’s hand grabbed hers making her stop in her tracks. “No. We need to talk first”.

“Jack, the movie is starting in a few minutes”

“A few minutes is all I need. I—we—can’t go on like this” Jack said. “I’m sorry. If I’m being honest, I don’t know exactly what I did, but I’m sorry for not trying hard enough to save our friendship”.

“That’s the thing, Jack. It isn’t your fault, it’s all on me. I’m the one who drifted apart because I didn’t know how to handle my feelings” Y/N let her guard down, willing to be completely honest. After all, their friendship was already dead.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked confused.

“I love you, Jack. I- I wanted to tell you. In fact, I planned on telling you during our last sleep over but-“

“But I called our deal off” he finished, cursing himself.

Y/N nodded “I understood that acting as my boyfriend was too much for you, because you only saw me as a friend. But I just couldn’t go back to being just your friend, I tried for a while but it was really hard. And then, you started dating her and… it killed me. I just couldn’t talk to you knowing you had someone else”.

Jack shook his head, wanting to laugh at the situation “The reason I called it off is because I fell for you, Y/N/N. I didn’t think you felt the same, and I knew how important our friendship was to you. I wanted to protect it, but instead I messed it up”

Y/N looked at him with her mouth open, and then laughed drily “Really? All this time we felt the same thing and we ruined it because we got lost in translation?” she said in a tone of disbelief “And now it’s already too late”.

“What? Why?” Jack asked surprised. “I still love you… you don’t love me anymore?”

“Of course I love you Jack, but you have a girlfriend”

“Kate is not my girlfriend. She never was” Jack told her.

“I saw the pictures, Jack”

“We went to a couple of dates, we both needed to get our minds off the people we loved. But we stopped once we realized how silly it was, we’re just friends” he explained. Jack took one step closer to her until her back touched the wall behind her “I love you and I want to be your boyfriend… that is if you aren’t dating Louis”.

Y/N laughed, her smile now impossible to erase “No, he came as a friend”

Jack smiled in relief “So…”

“So, boyfriend, we should get inside, our dates are waiting” Y/N said, a teasing smile on her face.

Jack laughed “Can I kiss you first?”

“I’m begging you” she said, grabbing the collar of his suit to push him down. Their lips met in the middle and they both smile through it “I missed this, I missed you”.

“God, I missed you too. You have no idea” he said, kissing her harder.

“Hey, this is a family friendly place” Louis’ voice interrupted them “Get inside, love birds, your movie is about to start”.

Jack and Y/N looked at each other with lovey smiles and, hand in hand, they entered the theatre to see the movie that brought them together.

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moonsbypadfoot · 11 months ago

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can you make another theo nott headcanons?? <3

I do not have anything specific in mind but make it angsty?? I guess

also I made the text small so it'll fit your blog's aesthetic <3 ❤️‍🩹

obviously I can make another theo headcanon 🪼

Theodore headcanons | pt. 2 🩶

(I think I'm dyslexic, so please excuse any typos)

+ kind of an x y/n?? , second pov, longer than the last one

for the little woman fans!

🩶

theo draws like a pro but then complain of how 'cattivo' (which you haven't figured out what it meant yet) his drawing is, even though it is beautiful?? Like what??

theo tries to speak as if he's in an Shakespeare book and his friends (Draco, and mattheo) would laugh at him at how ridiculous it sounds because they don't understand him plus, his accent makes it more confusing

after his friends laughed at him, he would get all grumpy and sad. that's where you hopped in.

"theo, what's wrong? " You scrunched your face. "Theo? " you said, once more, but the boy didn't even move a muscle.

I forgot to tell you, when he's grumpy, he gives everyone the silent treatment.

but, you're an exception.

"theodore, what happened? " You sighed, looking down at Theo, who's head was on the table.

"nothing is wrong" Theo scoffed.

also, he doesn't want to bother you, that's why he tends to lie sometimes.

"something is wrong, look at you! " You said, softly touching his hair, trying to make him look at you.

"fine" he pauses "something is bothering me" he rolls his eyes.

"well what is it? " you gave a small smile, after finally convincing him to tell you.

"can you teach me english? "

at that second you swear that you could laugh "Theo? What? You're speaking English right now! " You chuckled

bad mistake ; he got more grumppier.

he gave you a nasty 'mhm' and lays his head back on the table.

"hey I was just joking, but, nonetheless, you're already good at English"

"see? you know when to put 'nonrtheless', I don't even know what that means! "

The next day, you took him book shopping (for everyone's sake, everyone knows a grumpy Theo isn't a good Theo), and you paid for him

Instantly his mood was better, and he took you to drink at the three broomsticks.

theo keeps smiling and looking at the totebag you crocheted for his 14th birthday. inside was the books you got him.

(he was most excited for little women)

theo paid for the butterbeers you both drank.

after that, it became your weekly thing to go to the three broomsticks every Sunday.

theo also starts to call you 'amore mio', but whenever another boy calls you 'love' he immediately assumes things.

at valentines day, he was weirdly quiet, until he suddenly came to you

"y/n" Theo said, not looking directly at your eyes. "yes, Theo? "

"that's for you" theo sighs.

you gave him a big smile, and hugged him, though, he didn't look very happy.

It wasn't a secret that Theo has a big crush for you, well, lorenzo kinda spoiled that for you,

(talking with enzo, 4 months before valentines)

"I may know a guy who likes you" Lorenzo said, all giggly. You gasped. "Tell me who it is! "

"No I can't! " Lorenzo laughs.

"I swear I'll kill-" He cuts you off, "okay, okay fine! But you cannot tell him nor anyone that I've told you this"

he paused for a second. "it's Theo!! "

It also wasn't a secret that you like him, Lorenzo also spoiled that for him

(2 days before valentines)

"Theo, I need you to do a favor for me"

"What? " Theo groans, dog-earring his little women book.

"You need to make a move on your girl" Lorenzo said, making Theo scoff the second he hears that. "hey, she likes you! "

"Ridiculous" Theo said, opening his book again.

"I will, and you must hear me. It's no use, Jo, we've got to have it out, and the sooner the better for both of us," he answered, getting flushed and excited all at once. "Say what you like then. I'll listen," said Jo, with a desperate sort of patience. theodore was a young lover, but he was in earnest, and meant to 'have it out', if he died in the attempt, so he plunged into the subject with characteristic impetuousity, saying in a voice that would get choky now and then, in spite of manful efforts to keep it steady... "I've loved you ever since I've known you, Jo, couldn't help it, you've been so good to me. I've tried to show it, but you wouldn't let me. Now I'm going to make you hear, and give me an answer, for I can't go on so any longer."

After he read that, he realized that if he waits anymore longer you and him wouldn't work out just like theodore Laurence and josephine march.

"Maybe you're right, Enzo, maybe I need to make a move" He said, which made enzo confused but, he was happy either way.

well long story short, that was the start of your lovely relationship.

the whole reason you two got together was because of a book and you think it's absolutely beautiful and poetic 🩷🪼

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jjkamochoso · 7 months ago

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Hi again :3 more noritoshi stuff,,, it's his birthday soon! Maybe reader takes him out on a date to celebrate ^_^

Yessss omg I’m loving writing these birthday fics because I’m the biggest lover of birthday celebrations so this is a total treat for me!! And as everyone knows Noritoshi is my number one so let’s celebrate him as much as we can🥳🎉 thank you for your request, I appreciate it so so much!!! Also I kinda ran away with this so I hope it still meets your expectations lol🫣❤️

The Best Birthday Boy

Fluff

Noritoshi Kamo x gn!reader

Warnings: none

When you asked Noritoshi what he wanted to do for his birthday this year, he told you he had never given that June day much thought and every year he treats it as any other day, going through the same routine and not doing anything special. You definitely weren’t letting that happen this year so you immediately went into planning mode, deciding how to make this day filled with memories he’d cherish for a long time. Now you were standing outside his door, balloons and flowers taking up all the use of your hands while you tried your best to knock on the frame with your foot. He either heard your knocking or your struggle outside but either way, he was there in an instant, opening the door to reveal you and your gifts.

“Happy birthday!” you greeted. Noritoshi looked taken aback as he let you inside.

“Is this all for me?” he asked, taking the bouquet from you so you weren’t juggling as many things.

“Of course, silly,” you replied, tying the huge group of balloons to his bedpost, “and this is just a taste of the fun to come. Are you ready for your big day of surprises?”

“Trust me, this is more than enough,” he told you, sincerity shining from his gray eyes as he wrapped you in a big hug. “You by my side is the greatest gift I’ve ever received.”

“Sounds like you’re getting sentimental in your old age.”

Noritoshi playfully scoffed as he pulled away from you to fill a vase with water for the flowers you brought him. “It’s my birthday, you have to be nice to me.”

“I am!” you whined. “Besides, I could’ve greeted you today with birthday punches instead of gifts. One for each year.”

“People seriously do that?” His voice was filled with concern as you laughed and shook your head.

“Yep. Apparently it’s very popular. But,” you ruffled his hair a bit, “I’d never lay anything but a loving touch on my precious Nori.”

He ducked out of your assaulting reach as you fell into another bout of giggles and he rolled his eyes.

“Alright, where are you kidnapping me to first?”

“Can’t tell ya.” You winked. “But I can say we’ll be outside and then walking around other places so dress casually and wear comfy shoes.”

“Got it.”

He left to get dressed and you looked around his place thoughtfully. Everything was always in such neat order and you were awestruck by the high level of organization and cleanliness he never failed to commit to. You noticed that there weren’t many personal items present as he opted to keep the decoration to a minimum, but your heart did a flip in your chest when you spied a picture frame showcasing you and him together. It was a selfie you had taken on one of your dates and while you were smiling at the camera, Noritoshi was resting his softest loving gaze on you. It was a picture you both treasured and you were honored that he felt strongly enough about you to keep your relationship so brazenly on display. You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard him enter the room again and your breath hitched in your throat when you saw how handsome he looked. He was sporting dark linen pants and a white t shirt that accentuated his muscles perfectly. He opted for white sneakers and topped the whole outfit off with a black fanny pack slung over his shoulder. He looked breathtakingly attractive in this sporty outfit and you were quick to let him know.

“Woah. You always look hot but this look really suits you.”

Noritoshi couldn’t help but blush at your words. “Are you trying to embarrass me into oblivion on purpose?”

“What? No,” you said, pouting a bit before placing a kiss on his cheek, “but it’s my duty as your partner to remind you how alluring you are.”

You started peppering more kisses on his cheek before moving to his nose, chin, other cheek, then placed one on his lips.

“There,” you mumbled, “instead of birthday punches, you get birthday kisses.”

“Much more agreeable,” said Noritoshi, locking your lips together once more. When you pulled apart for air, you jumped out of his grasp as fast as possible.

“Okay! You’ve bewitched me enough today, sir, it’s now time for the birthday celebration to begin! No more smooching or we’ll never leave.”

“Fine by me,” he shrugged and you shot him a look. “I mean, uh, let’s get going.”

“That’s what I thought,” a triumphant tone coating your voice. You took Noritoshi by the hand and led him into a Kyoto neighborhood that was about 20 minutes away.

“This is an interesting route you’re taking me,” Noritoshi hummed as you walked along the empty streets.

“I’m glad it’s quiet today. I think the universe is on our side.”

You continued walking until you finally arrived at your destination.

“A cafe? Coffee sounds perfect right now,” said an excited Noritoshi, opening the door for you. You walked in and had a quick conversation with the woman at the counter, keeping Noritoshi out of earshot. When you joined his side again, he narrowed his eyes at you.

“What did you plan for me here?”

“Don’t worry, it’s fun, I promise. Just be patient.”

“I’m going to say I trust you but I’m not sure how accurate that is right now.”

“You’ll get your coffee in a few moments, no need to get feisty.”

“You’re a pain, you know that?”

“But I’m your pain.”

You gave him a wink and the woman called you two over to a secluded table in the back. Laid out in front of you were 10 small sized cups, each filled with a different coffee flavor.

“It’s a tasting selection,” you explained to Noritoshi, thanking the woman as she left, “these are all rare, specialty coffee flavors you can’t get anywhere else in the city. I talked to the owner and she’s allowed us to try each one and whichever we like the best, we can get a full cup of and a bag to roast at home.”

His eyes sparkled with gratitude. “Y/n, that’s… this is amazing. You’re amazing. Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” You gave his hand a quick squeeze before he pulled the chair out for you and you took a seat, him doing the same across from you. You had a great time sampling all the variations while chatting aimlessly with your happy boyfriend. You were relieved that he was very much enjoying himself, liking the challenge of identifying all the flavor notes in every cup. When they were all empty, you told the owner which ones you two liked the best and she gave you each a full to-go cup and bags of the beans. You thanked her profusely once more as you took your leave, sipping on the delicious drink.

“That was truly one of the coolest things I’ve ever experienced,” said Noritoshi, holding your hand as you walked to your next destination.

“I’m really glad you liked it. I was nervous that it would be too boring or something.”

“What? No way. Coffee can never be boring. It’s my favorite thing ever. Behind you, of course.”

“Nice save,” you replied jokingly. As you traversed the city sidewalks, it seemed all the birds and animals were out for their own strolls, too. You and Noritoshi had a fantastic time watching them scurry along on the mild summer day. There was one squirrel who seemingly led you to the park where the next birthday surprise was.

“Here we are!” you announced. A picnic blanket was splayed out under a big shady tree and on it was a huge array of snack foods, games, and art supplies. Noritoshi stared in wonder and delight as he took in this new portion of the celebration, unsure of what to say.

“I know, it’s a lot, but you deserve it all.”

“How did you…?” His sentence trailed off, finding it difficult to come to terms with the kindness you’d showed him.

“Miwa,” you confessed. “She set this all up while we were at the cafe.”

“Woah,” he breathed out, sitting down on the blanket. “I really don’t know… this is beyond words, y/n. I don’t know how to thank you.”

“It’s your day to be doted on because I’m celebrating you and how happy you’ve made me all this time. I wanted to return the favor and make you feel as special as you make me feel every day.”

You leaned over and grabbed the paint brushes and some games. “Alright birthday boy, what’s first? Painting plein air or party games?”

Noritoshi chose to paint first and you set up the canvases and paint while he snacked on the food you prepared. The afternoon went by in a flash as you created artful pieces and played games to your heart’s content. You even took some time just to lay on the blanket and watch the clouds roll by as Noritoshi held you to his chest, not wanting to let go of the person he loved so very much. As the sun started to go down, you decided to pack everything up and head back to your room for one more surprise. You made Noritoshi wait outside as you put away the picnic supplies and prepared the rest of the celebration.

“Okay, I’m going to cover your eyes so you don’t peek,” you said, placing your hands on his face.

“An old man like me can’t be trusted to not spoil a surprise?” he teased.

“I won’t hesitate to cover your mouth, too. Don’t test me.”

You slowly walked him into your room, being careful to not let him trip.

“Ready? Three, two, one.”

Your hands fell from his skin and he couldn’t help but gasp a little at the sight he walked into. Your whole room was decked out in birthday decorations, streamers and balloons covering almost every inch of space. A stack of presents wrapped in brightly colored paper was residing in a corner and a round cake with candles was placed on one of your tables.

“Happy birthday, my love.”

Noritoshi couldn’t form a coherent thought, glancing between you and the festive room a few times before settling on bringing you into a long, deep kiss to show his appreciation when words failed him. Even though you’ve kissed him a fair amount of times during your relationship, you never lost the butterfly feeling in your stomach every time he pulled you in and met your lips with his own. You didn’t want to pull away but you also didn’t want the cake to start melting so you reluctantly shimmied from his gentle grasp and grabbed a lighter, setting the candles ablaze.

“Make a wish,” you whispered, your face warming from the affectionate stare of your lover. He blew out the candles in one swift exhale and you got to work slicing up pieces of the cake. You handed him a big slice on a paper birthday plate, then began savoring the delectable dessert.

“This is so delicious,” Noritoshi complimented. “It’s almost as sweet as you are.”

“Oh stop,” you chided, wiping a small bit of frosting on his nose. “You have a little something on your face.”

“I wonder how that got there,” he replied sarcastically. You giggled and grabbed a napkin, cleaning him up. When your plates were empty, you cleared them and brought over his gifts.

“Y/n, I can’t take much more of this whole birthday thing, I feel too guilty. You’ve done so much already, I certainly didn’t need presents as well.”

“Aww, that’s too bad I lost the receipts and can’t return any of them,” you shrugged. Noritoshi just shook his head while chuckling a bit and began opening his gifts. You had gotten him a fancy coffee machine that could make almost any type of drink his heart desired, a gift card to the local sporting goods store for archery supplies, and a shiny yet understated silver chain bracelet.

“I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me today,” Noritoshi said as you clasped the bracelet onto his wrist. “I still don’t think I’m worthy of all this spoiling but I’m thankful for you showing me how much you care.”

“You’re the love of my life, Noritoshi. You being born is a worthy cause for celebration in my book. I don’t know where I would’ve been without you in my life and I’m appreciative that I’ll never have to know what that’s like.”

The black haired man took your hand in his as he ushered you to the couch, eager to cuddle you in the quiet calm of your room, away from any prying eyes or gossipy mouths. More of these tender moments with you were what he wished for earlier and it seemed to have already begun coming true. You both eventually fell asleep, content in the comfort of each other’s arms, stomachs and hearts full. If you thought today was filled to the brim with fun, Noritoshi couldn’t wait to show you how he’ll celebrate your birthday next.

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Hola! Soy Dora! —

okay wait no for real tho.. can you pretty please write a nasty lil big bad b bernard matty boy fic? like where he’s big daddy dom and he’s got an unspoken relationship with y/n? like they’ve not spoken the words, but they belong togetherrr 🎶 okay but for real.. that, and they have a night together where they’re just drinking and vibing with one another (just them) and it takes a turn 😈 and he’s being like all controlling and makes her ride his thigh while he touches himself to the sight, and then and then and then just rails her into oblivion? loooadddds of filthy speak because i am a slut for that right there! pretty please with a cherry on top? 🍒

Carnal

Matt x Fem reader

Warnings: pure FILTHY smut. Dom!Matt, daddy kink, deg/praise, thigh riding etc :)

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR

I throw back the last sip of my drink and hand my cup to Matt, the alcohol tasting like candy but burning just the same going down. I take the gummy worm off the rim and suck the sugar off, Matt’s eyes watching my every move closely. My skin is warm and my veins are filled with a buzzing feeling. He stacks the plastic cup on top of the others we’ve collected on the coffee table throughout the night, a chuckle escaping his lips as he counts them in his head.

“Damn, we gotta slow down soon.” He shakes his head slightly. “I’d like to not have a migraine tomorrow.”

“I’m feeling good, don’t know about you Matty boyyy..” I draw out, sitting back on the couch.

He sits back along with me and throws his arm over the back of the couch, turning his body slightly to face me. He has a half full cup in his other hand, his finger circling the rim slowly.

“Oh, I’m feeling good.” he smirks, bringing the cup to his lips and sipping as his eyes stay locked onto mine.

I can feel the slow and steady beat of the bass in my chest, his playlist playing quietly on the speaker on the table. We spend a while scrolling through my liked TikToks, cuddling and laughing together.

I find myself spending most of my Saturdays here in his living room, drinking and talking all night while Nick and Chris are away. My relationship with him is complicated. We’re definitely more than friends, but also less than lovers. I think we both have a problem with labels, feeling far more comfortable leaving things unspoken. I can’t help the thoughts that live in the back of my mind, like an itch I can’t scratch. A worry that maybe I’m not the only one he spends nights like this with. I know he’s my one and only, I can’t even fathom another man making me feel the way Matt does. Whether I’m in his car cracking up at his road rage or in his bed with the headboard thumping against the wall, I’m always filled with insane butterflies for this man.

But even though I’m sure of my feelings, he’s never outright spoken his. We’ve never had the conversation of if we want to date around or keep this situationship we have going on between us two. I feel selfish for wanting him all to myself, but he makes it hard not to.

“You good, baby?” He asks in his raspy voice, the nickname flowing off his tongue like honey and making my heart flutter. “You seem a little zoned out tonight.”

“I’m fine,” I lie, sitting up to grab another prefilled cup off the coffee table. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” He asks and brings his hand to the small of my back, his warm fingertips brushing beneath the hem of my shirt and sending shivers up my spine.

I just shake my head and give him a smile before throwing back a big gulp of my drink, melting against his touch as his hand inches higher up my spine. His rough fingertips run up and down slowly, my tense muscles going soft as he adds pressure.

“You know that’s not an answer, Y/n. Come on, talk to me.” He speaks sweetly as he sits his cup down.

His hand wraps around my waist and pulls me back down next to him on the couch, hooking his hand around my legs and bringing them up onto his lap. The look in his eyes is serious, even through the glaze the alcohol has brought on.

“I don’t know Matt,” I play with my fingers like I always do when I’m nervous. “I’m just having weird feelings tonight.”

His eyes soften like he already knows what I’m going to say. “Tell me, love.”

I sigh and let my back fall into the soft cushions. “I’m just scared.” I start, watching as the look on his face stays the same, unwavering. “I’m scared for the day you find someone else who you’re ready to make things official with. I’m scared that I’m not the only one you fix gummy worm drinks for.”

He chuckles and my heart drops, my suspicions feeling all the more real as he breaks out into a fit of laughter. His hand leaves my legs and comes up to rub his eyes, his head shaking from side to side. “That’s what you’re all worked up about?” He asks through giggles.

I nod and feel the tears threatening to spill over, my drunk emotions amplified insanely. He doesn’t even notice, he just keeps laughing and brings his hand to his chest as it heaves.

“I don’t see how it’s funny..” I speak softly, my voice cracking at the end, my cheeks heating up as my weakness becomes obvious.

He immediately stops laughing, his head snapping back to me and his eyes softening. He brings a hand to my cheek and moves his thumb back and forth, his eyes flicking back and forth between both of mine.

“Baby, I thought it was obvious.” He tilts his head slightly, his eyes scanning my face slowly.

“Do I need to call an Uber?” I croak, still sure that he’s about to tell me I’m dumb for thinking too deeply about the way he felt for me.

“What?” He says shocked, his eyes wide and his hand halting its movements on my face.

It’s like the realization flashes in his brain, he closes his eyes and sucks in a breath. He doesn’t say anything, just brings his hand back to my leg and traces it up to my thigh and gives it a squeeze. My body is reacting in a way I don’t know if I like, blood rushing to my heat between my legs despite the hurt I’m feeling.

But like Matt always does, he makes it all better. “You’re all I need, Y/n. All I want.” His hand trails higher, gripping and squeezing my skin along the way. “You know I’m not good at speaking my mind.”

My breath hitches as his fingers trace around the bottom of my shorts leaving a burning trail in their wake.

“But trust me,” he starts, his fingers dipping ever so slightly beneath the fabric, “I know that you’re it for me. Now stop worrying so much.”

His hand trails back down my leg, my thighs instinctively pressing together wishing for the friction I never got. He leans over and grabs my cup, handing it to me and sipping on his own. “Let’s finish these, hm?”

I grab the cup and down it quickly, squeezing my eyes shut at the burn. He chuckles and tilts his head back, his jawline sharp and defined in the ambient light of the lamps and candles. He sucks his teeth as he grabs my cup and stacks it into his, discarding them along with the rest.

“Take your shorts off.”

I’m taken aback, the conversation feels so unfinished but my head is swimming with thoughts of how his body would feel against my own. I still oblige, hooking my fingers into my waistband and slipping them down my legs, tossing them onto the coffee table. He gives me a slight smirk and grips onto my left ankle, lowering my foot onto the floor. He turns his body to fully face me and brings my right leg to the other side of him. My thighs open and my clothed core is exposed to him.

“You wore my favorite pair.” He coos, his thumb coming up to ghost over the fabric.

The smallest whimper leaves my mouth, my pussy aching for his touch. He moves up slowly, almost as if he’s memorizing the pattern in the lace, his thumb running up to the hemline and resting against my lower abdomen.

“Did you do that on purpose?” He questions, hooking his index finger into the elastic and pulling. “Did you know it would make daddy get all worked up?” He lets go and it snaps against me, a pulsing sting etched into my skin.

“N-no, not on purpose,” I lie, my heart speeding up at the dirty name. I knew damn well what I was getting myself into when I grabbed them out of my drawer.

“I don’t like when you lie, baby.” He moves his hand to my hip and gives it a squeeze. “Tell daddy the truth.” He begins slowly pulling my panties down, stopping when I don’t speak right away.

“I’m s-sorry daddy. I like the way you get so turned on when you see them.” I breathe out, a satisfied hum coming from my throat as he resumes pulling them down.

“That’s better.” He helps me maneuver out of them, bringing them to his face and placing a kiss against the fabric. “I think I’ll keep em’.” He smiles smugly as he slips them into his pocket.

He runs his hands up both of my thighs, his eyes raking up along with his movements. He brings his thumbs against my folds and spreads them open, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of my arousal.

“So wet already, baby.” His thumb rubs against my swollen clit once, my pussy clenching in response and a whine falling past my lips.

He bites his lip as he does it again, watching intently almost as if experimenting and seeing if he’ll get the same reaction. He does- my pussy clenches and tightens around nothing and my tender bud begins throbbing. He looks up at me with lust filled eyes.

“I love seeing your pussy beg for me. I’m barely doing anything and you’re already clenching up.”

He presses his thumb down suddenly with increased pressure but holds it still. I arch up and whine out, my heat aching for anything more than what he’s giving me. His free hand roams up my stomach and underneath my shirt, finding my bare breast and toying with my nipple. His thumb remains stagnant and still on my aching clit.

“P-please daddy. Please… more.” I whimper and rock my hips against his touch, moaning as I finally feel relief.

He pulls both hands away quickly, a disappointment filling his expression as he narrows his eyes.

“W-why? I need more.” I pout and reach out for his hands, only for them to be pulled away roughly.

“You wanna get off so bad, huh?” He sits back against the couch. “Do it yourself.”

I suck in a breath, taken aback at his harsh tone. I swallow thickly and bring my own hand down slowly to my heat, shaking slightly as he watches me intently. I begin rubbing slow circles onto my clit, speeding up because my body doesn’t react the same underneath my own touch. I bring my bottom lip between my teeth and close my eyes, trying to imagine it’s Matt’s fingers instead of mine, speeding up and bucking my hips up, desperate for any sort of relief. I keep going and even add a finger, curling it up inside my walls and hoping I’ll feel the euphoria soon.

But I don’t. I let my head fall back in frustration, removing my hands and giving up. I hear him laughing, taking enjoyment out of my struggle.

“Can’t get off without daddy, can you?” I look up as he begins unbuttoning his jeans, a visible bulge straining against the denim.

He pulls them down and keeps his boxers on, his erection still confined beneath the black fabric. He adjusts in his seat, leaning back and opening his legs wider.

“Come on baby. Use my thigh.” He pats his leg and motions his head for me to come over.

I sit up and try to control my shaky breath. Matt’s always been the dominant one, but it’s like something else has taken over, an almost devilish look in his eyes. I position myself onto him, my legs straddled around his right thigh and my pussy hovering above his skin. His hands run up to the hem of my shirt, pushing it up and pulling it over my head. His eyes become half lidded as he drinks in the sight of my exposed chest.

“What are you waiting for, princess? You were so eager a minute ago.” He rasps, his hands settling on my hips and lowering me down to make contact with his leg.

I suck in a breath at the sensation. My mind is buzzing from the alcohol and the arousal, I feel like I’m floating until I focus on the throbbing between my legs. I slowly rock back and forth once, my clit rubbing against his thigh with no resistance, my own arousal lubricating it perfectly. I swear I can see his cock jump beneath his boxers.

I let down all of the weight I’ve been subconsciously holding up off of him, the pressure sending a shockwave through my body as I begin grinding against him. I let out whimpers and moans as I circle my hips, crying out when he lifts his leg higher up to press against me.

“Such a naughty girl getting yourself off on my leg. So desperate that you’ll grind on anything I give you, hm?” He speaks lowly, bringing his arms up behind his head and watching my every move.

I bring my hands down to his chest and run them down until they settle on his abdomen to give myself some stability. My muscles are starting to tire but I keep going, rubbing and grinding against his thigh as my stomach begins to twist into knots. It’s like he knows I’m close to giving up, close to stalling. He begins to bounce his leg over and over, vibrations shooting through my body as his heel comes into contact with the floor roughly.

“F-feels so good, daddy..” I whine out, digging my nails into his shirt and twisting it, needing to do anything to release some of the pleasure flowing through my veins.

His eyes are glossy and dark as his hand comes into contact with his erection, palming it and tightening his grip repeatedly. I watch in awe as his veiny, slender hands work against himself. He pulls his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring up, groaning as he pumps himself. His tip is dripping with precum, swollen and pink with need. He swipes his thumb over his slit to gather it and brings it up to my mouth, rubbing the juice onto my tongue as he presses it into my mouth.

I gain a sudden burst of energy and arousal and begin grinding down against him with everything I can, inching myself closer and closer to release as I watch him jerk his cock underneath me. His free hand reaches up and grasps onto my breast, his large hand encompassing the tissue completely as he kneads the skin. His palm rubs against my taut nipple, sending waves of pleasure shooting through me.

“Come on baby, make a mess on daddy’s thigh,” he encourages, “I won’t get mad as long as you help me clean it up.”

I cry out in pleasure as the knots in my abdomen wind so tightly they snap, the pressure releasing and my thighs shaking as I come apart on his leg. I grind down and my pussy clenches and throbs as my juices leak out onto his skin, his thigh now slick with my release.

“Good girl, that’s it. Such a good job.” He coos and praises, bringing his hand up and stroking my hair as I catch my breath. “Don’t get too comfortable. You’ve got a big mess to clean up.” He motions to the spot where we connect, a sheen of liquid across his skin.

He pushes my shoulders down to encourage me to my knees, and I oblige. I look up at him through my lashes, hesitantly licking a stripe across his leg and tasting myself on him. His hand grips around his cock again, pumping slowly as I kitten lick his thigh.

“Doing such a good job.” he croaks, a moan sneaking it way out.

I continue cleaning up my mess, lapping up all the evidence I had left behind. His motions around his dick become quicker as I pull back for a moment, a string of my arousal shining in the light between my tongue and the skin of his thigh.

His hand stops pumping and comes to lace into my hair, pulling me upwards. I lick up his leg, sitting higher on my knees and trace my tongue up to his base, flattening it all the way to his tip. I take it into my mouth just enough to wrap around his head, sucking lightly and batting my eyes.

“Hmm, don’t even have to be told what to do. Daddy’s precious girl.” He says sweetly while caressing my cheek.

I hum around him and feel my cheeks heat up at the praise. I slowly take more and more of him into my mouth, his droopy eyes watching as I gag at the feeling of his head touching the back of my throat. He smiles in satisfaction, bucking his hips up to elicit the same response once more. My mouth fills with saliva and it drips out and down his length, providing the perfect lubrication for my hand to grip around what I can’t fit into my mouth. I twist my hand around him and his head falls back in pleasure. I bob my head up and down, taking his cock in and out of my mouth as groans fill the room around us.

His cheeks are rosy and his forehead slick with sweat, half from the alcohol warming his body and half from his arousal. He grabs onto his shirt and pulls it over his head, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing deliciously. He wipes the fabric against his forehead before he tosses it to the side, his eyes fixing back onto me with blown pupils.

Both of his hands come down to grip onto my jaw before he disconnects my mouth from his cock, pulling me up with a popping sound. “You’re gonna have to bend over for daddy. Need to feel that tight pussy around me.” His voice is low and commanding, almost rumbling through my chest.

He pulls his boxers the rest of the way down before he grabs my hands, pulling me to my feet as he stands up himself. He turns me around and guides me towards the arm of the couch, pushing me down until my chest is pressed into it.

“Arch up for me,” he instructs, his hands grasping my hips as he helps me get into position for him. “So good at listening to instructions.”

He keeps one hand on my hip to keep me in place as he lines himself up with my entrance, dipping in and out teasingly.

“P-please daddy, I need it.” I speak up, wiggling my ass back and forth in hopes he’ll be convinced.

“Need what, baby?” He taunts, running his tip through my dripping folds until he brushes against my throbbing clit.

“Need… n-need your cock inside of me.”

“Those are such naughty words to be coming out of your sweet little lips..” he chastises and pushes only his head into me. “Tell me more.”

My breath hitches as he gives me another inch, slowly pulling out once again. “F-fuck I… I wanna feel your hands all over me while you fuck me, daddy.”

His hands rub from my ass up to my back leaving a trail of warmth and goosebumps. “Like this? You like when daddy grabs all over you?” He questions, bringing his hands to my hair and making a makeshift ponytail.

I nod and bite my lip to contain my noises as he pulls my head back roughly, bringing his other hand down to smack my ass and rub out the sting. He pushes halfway in and stalls, but I can feel his cock throbbing between my walls.

“You want daddy all you yourself, hm?” He whispers as he releases his grip on my hair and moves his hands down my sides, tracing along my curves before settling on my ass.

“YES! … Y-yes, daddy, please. Wanna be all yours.” I squeal as he bottoms out, his tip brushing against my g-spot.

He starts pumping in and out, his hips slamming against my ass with the depth of his strokes. I reach around desperately, looking for anything I can grip onto. His hands reach down and grab mine, crossing them behind my back and gripping my wrists together with one hand. His other hand squeezes and massages my ass, smacking every now and again to give me small stings of delicious pain.

His thrusts are calculated and controlled as he pounds into me. Our pants fill the air as we inch closer to our climax together, his free hand roaming my body. It’s all slippery and sloppy and animalistic. Lewd, wet sounds echoing into the room and low grumbles escaping his throat.

I feel his dick stiffen to get impossibly hard, twitching and jerking inside of my heat. “F-fuck. Help me out baby.” He croaks as his strokes start to become sloppy.

He releases his grip on my wrist and grabs my hips as I begin meeting his thrusts halfway, throwing my body back against him. My name falls out of his lips over and over in a whisper as his fingers dig into my skin.

“S-so close..” I whine, my head swimming and my stomach clenched.

“Shh.. it’s okay baby. Give it to daddy.” He encourages.

That’s all it takes for me to unravel, my pussy throbbing around him as cries of pleasure sound into the room. He releases alongside me, his warm load spurting into me and filling me up as he continues fucking into me. We continue until we can’t anymore, and he pulls out with a wince.

He pulls my aching body up and spins me around, wrapping his arms around me and placing my head against him. His heart pounds against his chest, so hard I can almost feel it thumping against my ear. Our bodies are sticky and exhausted, but nothing is uncomfortable.

He places a kiss onto my hair, his hot breath fanning down over my shoulders. “Did that tell you what you needed to know?”

I only nod, unable to form words. He pulls back and hooks a finger under my chin to bring my gaze to meet his own. He looks at me intently and comes in to place a lingering, passionate kiss against my lips. When we disconnect he places his forehead against mine and whispers sweet nothings, his soft skin brushing against my still-swollen lips.

He gives me one more kiss. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

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deblklesb · 1 year ago

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[I Want You So Bad — Ellie x Reader, Pt. 1]

[AFAB!reader, friends to lovers, fluff MDNI] (part 2 here)

Summary: Ellie likes you so much, and it's crazy how you don't even notice it.

a/n: omg i finally did it!!!! it took me too long, so sorry anon, but it's finally here!! its a two part thing, I'll post part2 soon! hope you enjoy it, please let me know if you do!

cw: fluff and pining. as always i don't want minors interacting.

not proof read | reblogs are highly appreciated

It's a painfully hot day in Jackson, Ellie is wondering how Shimmer is doing down in the barn and contemplating about going there to spend some time with her beloved horse. The sun gives everything an extra glimmer and the roads hold small puddles of fata morganas, amusing her as always - astronomy it's her main target of curiosity but physics it's there too.

While she fixes her shoelaces and checks her pockets for the keys, she also looks at the small handmade candy wrapped in a simple paper, standing on the bench next to her door. The grocery brings back delightful memories of when you runned up to her with the cutest smile, a hand in her direction.

"Ellie, I made this candy from a recipe I found in one of those books, took some for you", you had no idea how that gesture reached the Williams girl right into the heart.

"Oh, thanks…!" She looked down at the brownish treat. It seemed to be so tasteful and you were known amongst your friends to be a very talented cook.

"So, are you coming to the Tipsy Bison tonight?" You put your hands in your back pockets. Ellie could only see a part of your tattoo coming out of your short sleeve, wondering what the entirety of it would look like.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. If I can finish all my tasks", she would definitely drop them if that meant to see you.

"Okay, cool! See ya later, then", and just like that you left with a small wave and a sweet smile.

Inside, Ellie beat herself up for not asking something like "oh do you want me there?" to slightly make a move and test the waters. You would always leave her speechless, lagging, absolutely fumbling on her words to even put a goof full sentence out.

On this incredibly hot day, she thinks it's finally the time to maybe taste your candy. She hasn't done it yet because… Maybe because she was holding onto the mere fact that you thought about her and went out of your way to give her some handmade candy. It was such a sweet act, it made her daydream for days and literally kick her feet when laying on her bed that night, thinking about your pretty eyes and cute lips.

Deciding to save for that night, she finally heads out to the hot weather and bright sun. The sunglasses she found on a supply run unfortunately were broken, she could make good use of them now.

It didn't take long to reach the barns, the shadow of the roof presenting a hope to cool down. The horses seemed to not mind the heat that much, and today was bathing day.

"Morning, Els", Pedro, a 15 year-old boy waved at her. She smiled back, finally facing Shimmer on her usual spot. But the horse wasn't alone.

In the barn, a brush in hand, stands you. Mindlessly stroking Shimmer's fur in circles, your back is not fully out since you're still with a tank on but Ellie can finally see the rest of your tattoo; it's a big tiger, an image mostly on your back with just a paw sticking on your front, under the clavicle - the part Ellie could always see. Today, it moves as your muscles do the same and you murmur a random melody, eyes careful to put the attention on the horse's fur.

The brunette has to take a deep breath before proceeding into the barn, trying to pull out that chill, laid back facade to hide the way you make her almost melt into a puddle.

"Hey, see you got up early today" She has you stopping on your tracks to look over your shoulder, immediately smiling fondly when seeing her.

"Yeah, I got the bathing job today so I didn't want to leave it until later", dirt falls from Shimmer's fur as you brush it. She's not the dirtiest one usually, but after some runs between the last bath and this one a significant amount of dirt is coming off. "Where have you been putting her to, by the way?"

"Oh, we found an old ranch somewhere west and I decided to let her run around a bit. It made a big cloud of dirt around her", Ellie chuckles as she gets closer from the horse, patting her neck. "This big girl enjoyed herself very much"

"Well, that's good, though", you go back into looking straight to your front, oblivious to how Ellie's gaze falls on your tranquil figure.

She captures the bridge of your nose and your adorable cheeks, the ones she just wanna kiss all the time so badly. Your hair, away from your face today, your attractive lips and the prettiest eyes she has ever seen. With your back to the barn's door, you almost glow in front of the light coming from outside. Like a divine vision, straight out of a fantasy book, demanding to be worshiped by the auburn haired girl. She feels her chest tightening and that feeling spreading to her arms and stomach, like it always does when she's around you; a visceral need to touch you in any possible way.

Shimmer ruffs and bumps her snout into Ellie's face, almost like she's calling her back to Earth.

"Easy", Ellie chuckles again, now trying to hide the last moment. From who? She doesn't know, there's just you, her and the horses here, but she feels so exposed whenever she's around you.

"It might sound crazy, but I do believe these horses have personality", you suddenly comment, turning to grab a comb.

"Right?! Oh, Jesse keeps saying I am crazy, that they're just horses, but I do feel this too! One time Shimmer laughed when she saw me fall. Like, a horse laugh, but I swear it was a laugh", and just like that, Ellie's loosening up.

Your laugh fills the space as you stand next to Shimmer to comb her black tail. Now facing your back again, Ellie takes in how your back muscles press your dark tank top and how your waist seems to call her hands to grab it, hold you from behind close to her chest. The desire to have your scent consuming her mind is so strong, she thinks she might actually pass out.

This is getting so out of hand.

"So", she clears her throat, looking around for another comb to work on Shimmer's mane. "Are you going to be here all day?"

"Tipsy Bison at six", you don't even care to look back at her, focused on the tail.

"Do you ever sleep?"

"Yeah, very well, actually", you chuckle. "Tomorrow I have nothing in the morning, so I can compensate"

"Oh… I thought we could, y'know…", she's trying to collect the millions of thoughts running around her mind at the same time, trying to not fuck this up. "Have a sleepover one of those nights… When you're free, I mean… But we don't have to if you don't want it- it was just an idea"

"It's a great idea!" The way you smile, turning to look at her, has her heart clenching. It's so genuine and sweet, just like you always do whenever you see her coming around and go compliment her. Do you even know the way she loses balance at each one of those acts? "The last sleepover was so long ago. We should call Dina and Jesse too"

"Yeah, absolutely", she rests her head on Shimmer's neck when you turn your attention to the tail again, cursing silently.

The rest of Shimmer's bath was calm, you both kept talking about whatever. At one point, when Ellie was rinsing the horse's back legs, Shimmer just threw her tail on the girl's face, making you laugh out loud and the auburn haired girl look stunned.

In the end you both got out a little cooled down due to splashes of water, past midday after bathing all horses. It was easier with two people, after all.

"So, I guess I'll let you get going to change and go to work…"

"Aren't you coming to the Bison tonight?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess I'll pass by", she tried to sound chill and nonchalant, not revealing how she always planned to go there as long as she wasn't patrolling.

"Okay, see you there then!" And you fucking leaned to kiss her on the cheek, smiling while you waved goodbye and turned in your street, leaving Ellie dumbfounded.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

If a stare could create holes, Jesse and Dina would cause trypophobia in anyone. Ellie was sitting across from them on the table, holding a beer bottle so tightly that it could break at any giving moment. Standing next to the table was you, listening to their shitty excuses about not being able to attend to the sleepover, oblivious to their real intentions.

"Oh, I get it, it's fine. Guess it'll be just me and Ellie then", you shrug, smiling to the auburn haired girl. She smiles back immediately under your gaze. "We'll, I have to go back to behind the counter, go talk to me if y'all need anything"

And she stares at your back while you walk away, always looking so fine while handling the objects behind the long wooden table.

"You're welcome, by the way", it's Jesse who says it, smirking.

"I'd beat the shit out of you if we weren't in public", she groans, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, come on! It will be nice having her all by yourself for a night, uh? Then you can silently pin over her while pretending to pay attention to some random ass movie", Dina is looking up like she's pondering the scenario.

"Shut up", her hands start to sweat with anticipation, all the possibilities running through her mind.

What you'll be wearing, what you both will watch, if you are going to sleep next to her, if she'll be able to hold you close absolutely in a friendly way, if you'll laugh and have a good time with her. Ellie thinks about the tragedies implicated in being alone with you for the whole night, how embarrassing it can be, how she'll combust just by looking at you so closely, yet, so far.

"Stop overthinking. Just wear those flannels, she likes it"

"No, she does not!" Her face warms up, because of the alcohol, of course.

"She already complimented you ten times about that shirt", Jesse points out.

It was true, though. And each and every time, Ellie almost melted into a puddle in front of your chaste gaze. If you only knew what ran through her mind when she looked at you…

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

This was messy, and Ellie didn't know what to do anymore.

At some point of the night, you decided to play a game and Ellie just agreed - because what could go wrong? Not going far from the known route, you opted for a Q&A game in which each one asked a question and the other one had to answer it or respond with another question. It would be nice and silly, if the given situation wasn't hard enough for Ellie.

You were sitting in front of her, legs crossed on the couch, in a tank top and the smallest shorts Ellie has ever seen you on - which was cool, it was okay, she could manage that because she was already used to holding her shit together next to you. But everytime you moved around, for some reason, that night, she just wanted to pull you close once and for all. An inexplicable energy was emerging from the whole situation and she couldn't grasp it properly, but it made her restless.

Her hands tingle whenever you lightly hold her arm or her leg, she starts to wonder why you were so touchy generally, but tonight more than ever. An indescribable feeling comes from her guts each time you laugh and lean on. She might as well be going crazy.

So, it was already hard enough. But then you asked her if she was currently into some girl around town and that was the first time Ellie responded with another question.

"Why do you wanna know?" It sounded like she was caught off guard, and that bought your attention.

"I was just curious… But your answer makes me think that you actually are", you smirk, playful.

"I didn't say I was"

"Didn't say you weren't either", damn you for being clever.

"But that doesn't mean anything…" The auburn haired girl looked away, resting her arm on the back of the couch.

"Is it Dana?"

"No" Dana was another woman that regularly worked on the Tipsy Bison. She was pretty and polite, but Ellie wasn't interested in her - not with you around. And she was so desperate to direct the conversation somewhere else that she missed the way your voice changed.

"So there is someone, it's just not Dana?"

"Why are you so interested?"

Why were you so interested? It was because of the game, right? Your only concern now was the fact that Ellie didn't answer your initial question, so you had to dig to the bottom of this topic. That sudden sting on your stomach when thinking about Ellie pining over Dana was just the prospect of your close friend having a crush on your coworker and not telling you. Absolutely.

It probably had nothing to do with the way you were weirdly infatuated by Ellie tonight, with her hair on a bun and a halfway buttoned up flannel - with nothing but a top underneath it. Or how she seemed to glow under the warm light of her room and her presence brought the biggest comfort you've ever felt in weeks. Or how her lips seemed so attractive right now, calling for your sight when she nervously bit the bottom one. Little scars were splared around her face amongst the freckles, gifts from a bunch of branches that accidentally crashed into her face once, during a patrol.

"Because… I'm your friend and I would like to know when you're interested in someone. I mean, we tell this type of stuff to each other, right?"

Not all the stuff, Ellie thought.

"Yeah, I guess. Well, you actually have never told me something like that"

"That, my beloved, is because I have nothing to tell. You know it, I'm not interested in anybody as for now"

"Or for any other time on this town"

"Ouch!" You chuckled, lightly punching her shoulder. "You're not getting away from this topic. I'll name every woman our age and you'll tell me when it's the one"

The auburn haired girl tried very hard not to express any compromising expressions, especially after the list ended and you didn't say your own name.

You couldn't think of any other person that fit into the category, and that was odd. Because if there was someone, then it should be one of those.

"Oh, you're lying!"

"I'm not!"

"You just said 'no' to every single name"

"That's the reality of the situation"

"But there is someone?!"

"You said that, not me", she shrugged.

"Alright", you seemed resigned, looking away from her green eyes. "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine"

A sting got it right into Ellie's chest. She liked you too much to let you be this way, but at the same time she didn't want to tell you. The amount of terrible things that could happen; losing you and your friendship was at the top of this list, and it was bad enough.

"It's not it, I swear", Ellie collected all the strength to softly hold your face; now she was doing it as your friend who didn't want to see you sad. She turned it so you could face her, stare at her eyes full of vivid green. "I swear, you didn't say the name"

"Okay", you sigh, trying to understand what was that feeling on your stomach that grew while her fingers still supported your chin.

"Now… Wanna watch another movie?" Her thumb caressed your face with tenderness, inside she hoped this made you less uneasy.

"Yeah", it got cold when she retracted her hands to reach for the DVD options you both picked for tonight. "You can chose it now"

[dividers by @cafekitsune]

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warping-realities · 2 years ago

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The Dark Lord's Last Curse

It will be over, it will finally be over. Harry can't believe that after all that time, all their losses, Voldemort is finally gone. The young man started to open a shy smile in the middle of Hogwarts great hall. Only to be hit by a wave of energy he had never felt in his life, and with it the cold voice of the Dark Lord hissing at him.

"You may think you've beaten me Potter, but even in death the Dark Lord's vengeance reaches you. This is my final curse and it will take away everything you hold dear and make that Muggle lover Dumbledore's worst nightmare come true. But serves you both right, anyone who mixes with pigs should live like one."

At that moment the boy lost his consciousness, without feeling that his famous scar was disappearing, leaving in its place immaculate skin.

...

“You did not do as I asked. You never treated Harry as a son. He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands. The best that can be said is that he has at least escaped the appalling damage you have inflicted upon the unfortunate boy sitting between you.”

...

Harry woke up in his room at number 4 Privet Drive, with the strangest dream he had ever had in his life. It involved a school of magic and a Lord... Vol... Vold... something. Bizarre. He stretched, rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, for a moment he thought about putting his glasses on. But then he remembered that he hadn't needed them in years, not since his aunt and uncle paid for the expensive correction surgery. Man, the Dursleys would give him and his cousin anything they wanted, as the room full of tech gadgets and boxing gear attested. Still drowsy the boy scratched his powerful pectorals with the feeling that he was forgetting something very important.

He forced his sluggish mind to try to remember and... he knew he had something planned with Duddley, something his cousin really wanted and he as his best friend would go along with it. No, no, that wasn't true, an irritating little voice told him in the back of his head, soon to be drowned out by a stronger and much dumber voice. Mate, today was an important day, he just needed to remember why, but thinking had never been his forte. Since they were little Duddley was the leader and he was a good follower. Even if now he was bigger than his cousin in musculature. His smaller stature made it easier for him to gain powerful muscles while training at the boxing academy. But the power dinamics between the two remained the same. Duddley was a lot smarter after all. And speaking of the devil, the blond and muscular boy appeared at his cousin's door at that moment.

"You still haven't got up, sleepyhead? Get ready at once, today is the big day."

"Yeah, I know that Big D, the big day... I just don't remember why."

"Potter, how stupid you are, it's a good thing I'm the brains around here! Go have your breakfast, dad wants to talk to you before we leave."

Harry felt butterflies in his stomach. The fear of his uncle's tantrum setting in. But why? Uncle Vernon never even raised his voice at him. The man treated him as if he were a prince.

"Potter, you asshole, you shouldn't have drink so much last night. Damn Piers and his dares." The young man grumbled as he picked up the first pieces of clothing he found on the bedroom floor.

He went downstairs, still sleepy, stopping beside the closet under the stairs and staring at it for a few seconds, with the strange image of his uncle locking him in that place. Nonsense. He had a fit of laughter just imagining it.

"What the fuck was in those drinks?" He thought, walk a few steps and stop again looking at the living room table. Full of pictures of him and his cousin. He scratched his head, with the strangest feeling that the images should move. If Uncle Vernon heard such nonsense he might really lose his temper. For some reason he was surprised to see himself in those pictures, as if for some strange reason he shouldn't be there.

The first image showed a young Petunia holding baby Harry in her arms, accompanied by a smiling Duddley.

The second was a photo of Vernon with the two boys in his office at Grunnings the drill company he had been a director of before doing a very lucrative deal with old Mr. Mason a few years ago and then expanding the business into other areas.

Harry remembered that day very well, after all it was his twelfth birthday and he deserved to have that day just for him. As a reward for giving in he got a video game and a television just for him so he didn't have to share with Duddley , which his cousin thought was a brilliant idea, perhaps because it had been his idea. Strangely, the image of a woman screaming as she saw an owl fly through the living room window popped into his mind. What the fuck was that? An owl in the room? Harry was never the imaginative type, that drink really should have been spiked, Piers was going to get a beat up when Harry saw him again.

Finally, a photo of him and Duddley at Smeltings, the school the two attended until a few days before. That one had been taken right after Duddley had lost weight and won the boxing championship. Harry once again found himself invaded by old memories, he and Dudley trying on the uniform, just before Harry's 11th birthday, the two engaging in a lively struggle with the walking sticks that were part of the school uniform.

Of course, the two of them had later used those canes on far more interesting targets. Still with the memory of that fun afternoon in mind, the boy walked into the kitchen, being welcomed by his uncle's smiling face.

"Good morning, Uncle Vernon."

"Harry, my boy, I need to have a word with you... what are you doing?" The man stopped when he saw the boy serve him the dish.

"Sorry Uncle, is there a problem with the eggs?"

"No, they're perfect, but why are you serving? You've never done anything like that in your life. Hahaha. Smart boy, trying to buy off his old uncle. Sit down Harry, you don't have to try to please me. I just want to ask you a favor."

Harry sat at the table, thoughtful, what the fuck was going on with him that day? Was it just the hangover?"

"I know where you and Duddley went yesterday. Don't get me wrong boy, I think every healthy boy has to enjoy life. But I ask that you don't let your aunt see. Boy, your father… He was a piece of shit, sorry to tell you that again boy... but it’s true. That man could handle a good drink and that's what worries Petunia. So leave it to Mallorca. Enjoy it, after all it's the first time you and Duddley will go alone to our beach house.”

Harry's first instinct was to yell at his uncle to defend his father, but why would he do that? His father had died in a car accident, probably drunk after dragging his mother across the country. Harry liked a good drink too, but he and Duddley would have to be more discreet, if even the Dursleys had noticed. For a long time the two boys avoided showing all their activities, even though they knew that the Dursleys would support them what they didn't see they didn't feel. And it was precisely remembering that that the boy opened a smile and spoke to his uncle.

"I will, Uncle, but I assure you what happened yesterday was a one-time thing. Me and Duddley have never drunk before, it was all Gordon and Piers' idea. I swear."

"I knew it! I told Petunia yesterday, "Tunia, our boys wouldn't do something like that. We raise them well. They are good kids and we are good parents. Isn't that right, lad?"

"You are the best, Uncle! Now I'm going to change, after all it's the big day." Mallorca! How could he forget, they'd been arranging this for months, finally vacationing alone so they could do whatever the fuck they wanted. He was slower than usual if he had forgotten about that.

After getting ready and picking up his bags, Harry went to meet his cousin who was already waiting for him in the brand new car he had received as a present for his eighteenth birthday. Harry was counting the days for his own birthday, knowing that he would also receive a machine like that. He and Big D were itching to race each other. The two had wanted to do it for years, though Petunia was uncharacteristically firm in her denials, likely due to how she lost her sister.

And speaking of her, his aunt was waiting for him in the front yard while Duddley laughed as he watched his father try to fit into the sports car he was driving back from the airport. His aunt turned to Harry, staring at him with her pale eyes, which for a brief moment the boy thought were full of rancor, but which only showed adoration.

"Harry dear, I might not like your father, he wasn't up to par with your mother, but Lily... Lily was eccentric, if you knew the hideous boy she hung out with when we were little! Yet when you lost your mother I lost my sister. But she left me you and I did everything to make sure you had everything you wanted, just like Dudders. My two little boys so grown up! Going away alone! Please take care of each other!

"Don't worry Aunt Petunia, Dudders and I will take care of ourselves, I promise we'll call every day!" If we can remember, thought the boy smiling inwardly.

"Hurry up Potter! It's time for a little fun" shouted his cousin from the car.

....

The two boys were enjoying the late afternoon at the beach. When Duddley called out to his cousin, pointing to a group of younger boys.

"Look at those little shits, they're begging for a spanking."

"True, but they can wait." Harry replied. Not used to being crossed, Duddley turned on his cousin.

"And may I know why, Potter?"

"The reason, Big D is those two hot girls looking at us. The redhead is mine!" Replied Harry.

"And you think you can get a hottie like that, Potter?"

"You know I can Big D. Once they prove it they always come back." Said Harry pointing to his cock.

"They love my magic wand!"

#male tf #mind change #reality change #corruption

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madschiavelique · 1 year ago

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Cursed Vampire!Miguel O'Hara

Okay so i came back from this tiny pause and idk why but a sudden hit of vampire diaries content has been multiplying all over my medias after i returned fully and ooo boi

vampire miguel

but not any vampire miguel

cursed vampire!miguel

on the 30th of august i did a spell for the blue moon in pisces and i was guided by my witchy friend who reminded me about the 4 elements and their usage in witchcraft : if you want something fast you use fire (candles), something that is a bit less faster and that purifies you use air (incent for instance), something that takes a little longer and that you use to heal you use water (rain, rivers, moon water etc) and if you want to make something to last in time, you use earth (burying something in the earth for instance)

and she punctuated this recall by “which is why curses are most of the time buried in the earth, because it lasts in time”

and I was like

yea cursed vampire miguel

but with a twist

content warnings : mentions of blood, killings, miguel trying to kill himself but failing, general vampire stuff and some personal lore i elaborated word count : 4,6k (not proofread)

Let’s imagine the setting. A little village lost in the middle of nowhere, Miguel being perhaps mayor, or even just chief of the village if we go back enough in time to a point where electricity was still just a thing you could see when lightning was striking in the sky but had no place in your home.

He owns the biggest house, a manor with multiple rooms and multiple people living in it ranging from normal villagers to servants. Is he a member of the aristocracy ? Not so much, let’s say that he was a hard worker in the fields or something that involved him getting them big muscles (lumberjack perhaps, who knows) and that he revolted against a previous higher up that owned the place.

Xina, his lover at the time, was a witch, hiding the village. She had helped Miguel with her magic without him knowing when he made the rebellion happen. See, she was ambitious, and if Miguel could help her reach her goals, then she’d use him to her own profit. But one more thing, she was deeply in love with him.

And he did love her, until one thing happened. Dana, Dana D’Angelo happened.

Xina believed in many things, in spirits, in demons, in deities, but if there was one thing she didn’t believe in was second chances.

And so, she cursed him, for you don’t play with a woman’s heart, even less with a witch's one.

It had been a few days since the symptoms of this curse still unknown to his consciousness had started spreading within his body.

First, the same night she was executing the ritual, he couldn’t sleep well. He felt heavy, and yet his head felt airy like it was full of cotton. He felt feverish, his shaking body boiling one last time before his life would turn to eternal ice. He had weird dreams that night, altering between horrors and his eyes opening to his window, looking at the full moon.

The next day felt odd, he had this sort of dryness that never left his mouth, and no matter how much he passed his tongue on the inside of it or drunk anything, it stayed parched. The difficulty and surprise settled in when he tried to eat his breakfast but his silverware burned him. He ended up taking something that did not necessitate him to cut, an apple, a fruit, something to satiate the sharp hunger that burned in his body.

He didn’t like seeing people much in the morning, but considering how many lived in this place, he’d have to face them some time or later. And the light, the light from outside felt… too bright for his eyes. The chandeliers that were still getting lit up in the corridors didn’t burn his eyes though, so why ?

That night, he couldn’t sleep. The next day, going outside felt like an army of ants were crawling under his skin as he got under the sun, and these tingles lasted all day, until at the end of it the tingles had turned into a slight burning. He didn’t understand, it was winter, and here he was catching sunburns.

And the next day, another symptom added itself to the list. Why did the people surrounding him smelled so good ? Why did he feel like being near anyone gave him the sensation that he had not eaten anything for days and that they were smelling exactly like the one thing he craved for and needed ?

And then he couldn’t see himself any more in the mirrors, and cutlery felt like he was touching hell, and being outside was like being in hell. And when he passed someone that felt so good, why were his nails elongated into claws ? He definitely ruined some curtains at some point because he was trying to retract them.

And… wait, Xina hadn’t been much around lately. Why couldn’t he get a grasp of her ? Why did he never cross her way ? Had she discovered about his affair ?

And then, one night, when the multiple symptoms had added and fixed themselves entirely in Miguel’s body, his entire property started acting weird around him.

He could hear their whispers, their hearts beating in their chests and pumping blood in their entire body, he could smell their singular perfumes from metres away : everything felt as heightened as dull.

More and more people started leaving their place from the manor. They had heard rumours, rumours saying that he was a malfeasant being, that he had organised the rebellion for power and that he intended to turn everyone here slaves to his demonic energy.

Soon enough, only Miguel remained in the manor. He was more and more absent, living as a recluse in his own part of his quarters.

And one night, as someone was banging heavily on his doors, he came downstairs. As he opened them, he saw that the villagers that had been living under the same roof with him for several months were armed, ready to stab or spike him.

Of course, Xina was at the center of the group. Followed what looked like a fight, but Miguel was almost twice bigger than most of them, and ten times stronger, so he massacred most of the rebels against him until the remaining ones decided to leave the village.

Xina came to him, and told him :

"You have grievously offended me by your cheating, and this crime against me is an affront I could not let pass. Hence, I have cursed you."

Miguel tried to attack her, but as his claws tried to dig into her, he was violently pushed away and his back came into contact with a wall, he fell to the ground, remaining seated against it. Xina walked towards him.

"You can't do anything to me," she said, a pale glow glimmering around her as the sort of crystal crisalide that surrounded her faded at the lack of impact against it.

"What have you done to me?" he breathed.

"I told you, I cursed you," she knelt. "I made you a vampyr."

he looks at her, his eyes finally turning red. She smiled. He had heard of these creatures of legend, these stories made to frighten children and the superstitious, but he had never thought that he would become one in his turn.

"You should be happy, I've given you the gift of immortality. I told myself that eternity would be enough time for you to reflect on your actions," she said, tilting her head to one side. "The few friends you have left will die, those around me will die too, and much later it will be my turn to die. But you, you will remain. Children age, lovers perish. Kingdoms are born and burn up, and you, you will go on."

He didn't want eternity. Why want it when you know the world you live in, but did he really have a choice?

"But you see, even in my revenge I will remain merciful. I offer you two solutions." she said, raising her hand next to her head to count the options. "The first, you find my curse, and destroy it, which will return you to mortal rank." Hope sprang up in Miguel's now cold mind. "Secondly, you find someone who will love you despite what you are and be prepared to forgive all your faults and misdeeds. However, they won't bring mortality back to you, you'll simply be able to change them into a being just like you, and to live with that person for eternity." She rose to her feet, looking down on him before saying her last words:

"Farewell, Miguel O'Hara. The secret of my curse will be taken to my grave. You were my first and last love. You took hold of my heart and crushed it. If you fail to find my curse, choose well." Choose well.

She left, leaving him alone. Remorse, Regret, Guilt and Anger mingled within him in his grey heart. He was alone.

The first decades and the first century were most complex. First of all, he searched the entire region, every piece of land and stone, for Xina's curse. His first instinct was to go to the room she occupied in the manor house, but she had taken everything she owned with her. He went to his family home, searching every room with great interest. But there was nothing.

He searched the library of his manor for information on witches and their rituals, and the only information he could find was that most curses were buried in the ground.

Days, weeks, months of digging everywhere, and nothing. Strictly nothing. The despair of loneliness overtook him earlier than he thought, and soon enough, he tried to put an end to it.

He tried many times. To make matters worse, all the silver objects he used for everything had been taken away by the villagers. The coup had been prepared, Xina had planned everything so that he would have to live with himself.

Hanging himself was useless, as he could no longer breathe, and the cutlery, which was not made of silver, bent against his skin when he tried to stab himself. All night he tried, and when the time finally came for the sun to rise, he placed himself in full sunlight, telling himself that the tingling would be enough to finish him off.

But nothing, the sun stung his pale skin slightly, but didn't go any further. The sensation was slightly unpleasant, but he wasn't suffering terribly. Trying to stay all day in the sun to try and burn himself was useless, for when night came, his skin healed by itself.

Rage hung in his stomach as much as hunger, but he smelt something so enticing that for a moment he wondered if normal blood was flowing through his veins again and he was alive. A simple passer-by had come too close to the village, and Miguel had let his gnawing desire for something to eat get the better of him, draining all the energomer's blood in just a few seconds.

It didn't take him long to become addicted to the feeling of life that filled him everytime he drank blood. He couldn't live like a human again right? So he would take whatever human life he could find on his path.

He knew of a small village nearby where he could feast. It took him a long time to learn to control his appetite, but it took less to learn that his curse had given him an intoxicating beauty that attracted all those he desired. Another of Xina's cruel tricks, he told himself, people will simply be blinded by my aura, thinking they love me when it's really just cursed desire.

He began methodically, taking the inhabitants back to his manor one by one. The first few times he drank them raw, but soon he got used to not drinking all their blood and making them his reserves. They were intoxicated, he could do whatever he wanted with them, but above all: their blind desire made them immensely loyal. None of them ran away, none of them refused to have their blood drunk, and even if Miguel told them to leave, they were far too pained by the thought and preferred to stay.

When the village was hit by an epidemic of a disease, Miguel went there to dump the few corpses that had not survived his bites, so that his business could pass incognito.

He knew of a town not far away and how difficult it was to house all its inhabitants. He went there, explaining to the mayor that he had recently bought a piece of land not far away with old abandoned houses that could help. "What a generous man," said the mayor, and soon enough much of the overcrowded town found itself reviving the village.

Miguel was an experimentalist in his approach to humans. It was so strange to have to deal with them in this way, not as people like himself, but as prey and how he would go about capturing them.

In particular, he was experimenting with his physical abilities. Some twenty years later, when the village was well established, he was tempted to go to the village pub. He could drink as much as he liked and didn't get drunk, he could carry heavy loads without any problem, and he gave himself over to the desires of the flesh with an excpetional energy that pleased all his partners - although they all complained about his icy body.

A century later, all was well, he had once again continued his trick of taking various villagers to his home and making them his delicacies, but he was doing it more sparingly. Humans became less foolish with time, and soon disappearances became too much of a topic in the village. Miguel was finally suspected, after a series of attempts to pin the blame on other suspects.

The slaughter was terrible, and the bottles of wine he filled with blood in the huge cellar of his manor house multiplied until he no longer had to hunt for a long time.

The company of men had become too boring for him. He had become bitter towards them, finding them profoundly idiotic. So he locked himself away in his books, and only left his manor occasionally to go and get more.

But Miguel was no longer interested in finding a way to end it all, he now wanted to get on with feeding his intellect and perhaps, who knows, one day help humans to make this world a better place and become less stupid.

Fifty years later you arrived. You had fled from a village further afield and found this one, which seemed untouched and empty, just what you needed to live peacefully.

You entered the manor house, and unlike all the other dwellings in the area, this one didn't seem so dilapidated and abandoned. You were convinced that someone was living there as soon as you saw one of the chandeliers lit. You arrived in the library, which was by far the least dusty part of the house, and for good reason - Miguel hardly ever went out of it. You found him sitting in his armchair with a book in his hand.

Miguel was 232 at the time, and had long since forgotten the second chance that Xina had offered him. And now that he was a more mature vampyr who didn't attack everything that moved, he managed to strike up a conversation with you.

He was intrigued that a human had arrived here, it's been a long time since he'd seen one. At first he was bothered that you were disturbing his calm and solitude, and he hesitated to kill you on the spot, just like that, without you having time to wonder what was happening.

But when you explained that you'd run away from your village, he was intrigued. And his interest was further piqued when he learned that the reason you had fled was that you were suspected of practising witchcraft, and therefore should be burnt. You didn't really seem like much of a threat, but then again, Xina didn't seem much of a threat either...

He also noticed that his charms weren't working on you, as you were obviously protected. His trained nose detected garlic in your necklace and bracelet, mixed with other herbs that wouldn't do him any good if he were to come to close to them.

Garlic cleanses, it 'purifies', it's a very good antibiotic like lemon (which repels spiders). Vampyrism would have been considered a blood disease, which in Miguel's eyes was not far from the truth.

Eating garlic purified the bacteria present in the blood and, according to some people, would either turn a vampyr back into a normal person or cause their death. The plague came from miasmas, and strong smells like garlic and spices kept them away, which was a reason in the collective mind for vampyrs to use them as a repelling weapon. These little things wouldn't do him much harm, but their influence was enough for you to not feel his hypnoze.

He agreed to let you stay with him, and went so far as to hunt animals for you and bring you vegetables from his garden so that you could eat properly. Why did he keep you with him when he could no longer stand humans and you could be a danger to him? It's quite simple.

Vampyrs aren't sentimental, the only state that comes close to love or attraction for them is obsession, and it didn't take Miguel long to develop one for you. Second, after so many years of loneliness, sharing some parts of his days with someone felt good. And then there was the fact that you were a witch, and that with a bit of luck you'd be able to help him put an end to his curse.

You started off naively enough, but you were curious about vampyrs and kept asking him questions on the subject:

"Why can't you see yourselves in the mirror?"

He sighs, taking you to a room in the manor where stood an old mirror. He took your arm and placed you with him in the reflection. You could only see your own reflection, and just as you were about to marvel in your shudder, Miguel explains:

"That mirror you see there is made of steel, a material that could be lethal to me, and is a formidable weapon against my kind. I'd advise you not to try and break it to attack me, that would be a serious mistake. Most of the mirrors there were in my time were made of steel, and since then they've started to make..." he led you further into a corridor where there was another mirror, "made of aluminium."

He placed you in front of it again, and this time you could see your reflection in the mirror. He was so tall compared to you, and so powerful... a shiver ran down your spine as your eyes met.

"With fae, they can't see themselves in lead, it's their Achilles heel." he said before letting you go and moving on.

You didn't feel any particular hatred towards vampyrs, more a certain curiosity, and obviously a fright. These creatures had been alive for so long, had seen empires fall, kingdoms be born, wars break out, and they had lived through so much...

Miguel had almost forgotten the need for humans to sleep. Fortunately, there was still one bed for you to occupy: Miguel's.

It was a bit dusty, and you even joked to Miguel that you were surprised it wasn't a coffin. He sighed as he got your bed ready, thinking that if you hoped to make friends in such a mediocre way he'd already regret his decision to keep you.

But that didn't stop him watching over you while you slept.

You seemed so peaceful like that, abandoned to the world of dreams, of your insignificant little life. Your frailty fascinated him. And to think that he himself had once been like that...

Your days were quiet, there weren't many exciting activities. You were used to picking and working all day in your village, but here you had nothing to do.

So you chatted to Miguel, listening to him tell you a bit about his whole life. In 232 years of existence one must have a few amusing anecdotes to tell, don't you think? You spent almost all of your time together, and it wasn't long before you started to have feelings for him.

You were afraid, afraid of what he would think, that he would tell you that "it was to be expected, humans are so easily corrupted. You don't love me, you're simply attracted by the beauty that was given to me to attract you."

But you knew it wasn't that evil charm that had got you, it was him all over. Perhaps you should avoid him? Maybe you should leave...

Miguel had felt the change in you, heard how your heart beat a little faster and stronger when you spoke to him, noticed the change in your attitude, especially when he caught you deep in thought. You were hiding something from him, and he was curious to know what.

One evening, when you'd pretended to go to bed, you came down the stairs, grabbed a few provisions that you'd packed in your basket in the kitchen, and silently walked through the big door. It wrung your heart to leave, but a human and a vampyr are an impossible love story. It was only a few minutes later, as your smell and the presence of your warmth began to disappear, that Miguel looked up from his book and your absence hit him right in the throat.

You trudged along on the muddy ground, the snow falling on your body and chilling you despite your coat. A sound of wind as swift and as a sharp blade on a stone brushed against your ear when Miguel was standing in front of you. You stopped walking, watching the prince of the night who was not afraid of the cold let himself be caressed by the snowflakes. None of them melted on his skin.

"What are you doing?" he asked, even though the question sounded almost like a threat.

"I realised that my humanity would be my undoing soon enough in your presence, and so I chose to leave."

"Why," he questioned as he moved closer to you until you had to tilt your head back in the hope of continuing to look him in the eye.

Your heart raced, "My personal affections towards you have shifted."

"Shifted?" he enquired as his hand gently came to clear the melted flakes from your cheeks, or was it your tears? "How have they shifted?"

"They became... omnipresent."

A slight smile stretched his lips as his fingers passed under your chin

"Tell me about them." an order, a necessity.

"They... they make me feel different." you say as your voice shrivels.

"How different," he says as he leans in and brings his face close to yours.

"Warm, and fuzzy," you whispered, "and make my every thoughts come back to... you."

Your breath catches on his lips, his red eyes never leaving yours.

"Am I the object of your love, mi vida?" His breath was cold, and exuded death.

"Yes, you are," you confirm as your voice cracks.

He came to kiss you, the coolness of his lips even colder than the night, and you shivered as the contrast with your skin and the sensation of passion in his kiss sent tingles to the back of your skull.

In as many years of existence, you're the only one who's managed to make him feel human again, and that's enough for him.

"Let's bring you back inside, alright?" he said as he parted from your lips to lift you up in one fell swoop into his princess arms.

And so your relationship gradually metamorphosed, each day sweeter and more fused than the last, until finally the time came for Miguel to think about making you his eternal bride.

What a vile gift she had given him, to allow him to turn you into such a loathsome, despicable, odious being. This choice was going to deprive you of so many things. From the sunlight going from caress to crush, your appetite capsizing, your inability to sleep again. And he didn't want to deprive you of your life.

He didn't want to turn you into such a monstrosity, but you reassured him, explaining that there was nothing in the world that would make you shy away from being with him. Besides, was a life without him by your side really worth living when you were growing old and he remained eternally young and beautiful?

So, with determination, he finally sank his fangs into your skin and set about turning you into a vampire. He simply let the venom infect your veins without ever, ever drinking your blood.

And your change took place just as his had, over the course of several days. He mopped up your fever, held you close to him when your dreams were strange, got you used to going out in the sun without going too far, and then introduced you to drinking blood. He had forgotten how hungry and powerful a new vampire could be, and seeing you almost empty his entire wine cellar made him shudder: not with regret or disgust, but with euphoria.

Never again would he be alone.

The years went by, and your couple survived every era. The good thing about living forever is that you can always find ways to entertain yourself, and it stays with you over time. You still remember so well, for example, that moment when you swam in that lake moving a poor piece of wood and people nicknamed the legendary creature you had inadvertently created 'the Lochness monster'.

It wasn't until years later, out of curiosity, that Miguel wondered what had become of Xina. And after several months of intensive research around the world, you find her grave.

He had read some of the records of what she had achieved. She had climbed far enough up the social ladder until her decisions were taken seriously by certain governors. But soon enough, when she passed the age of 110 while still looking pretty young for her age, she was accused of witchcraft, and instead of dying at the stake, she stabbed herself in the heart, her relatives burying her here.

The two of you stood by her grave and still insisted on bringing her flowers. But it was as he lowered himself to the ground that Miguel remembered what she'd said: "The secret of my curse will be taken to my grave."

Could it be...

So you both set about digging it all up, digging until you finally found her coffin. You were, after all, creatures of blasphemy, but opening her grave made you hesitate at first. Who knows what spell she might have put on her coffin to ensure that anyone who opened it would be cursed?

But when he opened it and discovered her skeleton, he found nothing.

"You were my first and last love. You grabbed my heart..."

"And you crushed it," he whispered.

He plunged his hand between her empty ribs, until he touched something hard, something that didn't have the texture of bone. He reached for the object, a wooden box sealed with black wax.

"Is it... what I think it is ?" you asked.

He nodded, silent. He wouldn't open it, he'd learned from some of his lessons. With his powerful hand, he crushed the box between his fingers with ease, a cascade of dust mixed with sand, herbs and other objects from the ritual surging through his fingers.

And his body burned with a delicious warmth. The familiarity of the humanity in him completed itself, while for you, too, vitality returned to your veins.

The curse was lifted, and now you could act normally. What a surprise it was when your two bodies touched and the warmth they emanated made you smile. And what a joy it was to be able to eat normally and not get a rash on your skin if you spent too many hours in the sun.

Thus your life ended in peace and love, both of you continuing your lives together peacefully.

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Oblivious Friends - Grizzy X Reader/ Clooless Pod X Reader

Summary: Unknown relationships can happen right underneather your nose, but are you really that sneaky?

TW: Cursing, podcasting, established relationship, online persona known as raye. if i missed anything lmk

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*Hey, anyway that you're free for like 3 hours, in like 30 or less minutes sweetheart? *

*I think it’s your lucky day cuz I just need to put up my groceries*

*Why what’s up, love? *

*Our special guest backed out due to some travel complications, and we said to our audience that it’s someone “famous” ….*

*HAhaha, ofc let me put if my cold items and I’ll be over*

*wait, to puff's house, right? *

*Yes honey, do I need to resend his address?*

*nope! I got it in our previous messages!*

*i'll see you in 30ish minutes love*

I finished organizing my fridge and freezer groceries, grabbed one of my bottles of gamer supps that I stole from the Grizzly bear. Slipped on my white off brand converse with my keys in hand, off to my new adventures for guys.

After zooming in and around traffic for 15 minutes I arrived at BigPuffers house. I texted my lover that I am here and not wanting to cause a big scene.

*Hey babes, I’m here. Just wanted to let you know it me at the door so tell Puffer not to pull a gun on me again please LMAO*

I got out of my car, door shut and locked it so no one would steal it. I was fixing my outfit as I was walking towards the front door. I did a mentally checked that I had everything I needed, keys, purse, drink, phone and gum. I knocked on the door, patiently waiting for someone to answer. I heard the top lock unlock, when the door opened it was my lover. When he invited me into BigPuffers house, I put my purse on the entry side table by the door. I turned around and reached my arms up so he would give me a hug. He responded with a small chuckle and wrapped his muscle arms around my waist.

“Don't you look gorgeous as always babe.” he whispered into my ear with a small peck on the side of my head, as he was pulling away from me

“Trust me babe, the laid-back look is for you.” I whispered back while biting my lip and wink from my left eye. He shook his head like it was unbelievable.

“Come on, let's get you to the podcast room.” Grizzy said taking my elbow since my hands were full of my stuff.

“Hi Megan, I know you're somewhere in the house, gorgeous!” I shouted into the house not seeing her anywhere.

“Hi ___! Good Luck on the podcast with those fools!” I heard Megan respond back to me. I laughed at her.

We were walking back to the “spare” room, which was turned into the Clooless podcast room. Grizzy's hand was slipping from my elbow to my back, down to my butt and he got himself a handful before we were in front of the guys. I shook my head that he was so confident in private just not in front of the guys. Grizzy entered the room before me due to him taking the lead to open the door for me.

“Guess who I convinced to join us at the last minute?” Grizzy asked the boys.

“Uhh-erm-I don't know.” I heard from Pezzy, Droid, and Puffer.

I jumped into the room with my arms out like a kid surprising his best friend after not seeing them forever.

“Raye!”“___!”“___!” The boys all hopped up to greet me or give me a hug.

After giving hugs out and briefly catching up on life after it being a couple of months of seeing them. The last time I saw them was the day after Puffer moved into his new house. I was helping Megan unpack and sort everything out so we could have a girl talk but still getting her stuff put up. They all sat down in the respected spot, camera already rolling, I was looking at them waiting for them to tell me where I was going to sit.

“Here ___, take this pillow so you can either sit on the floor comfortably or sit in between Pezzy and Droid.” Puffer said while handing me a fluffy black pillow.

“Alrighty, I'll probably switch in between the couch and the floor.” I informed the boys on the couch giving them a heads up.

I sat my cup on the table in front of Pezzy, putting the pillow on the floor but sat on the couch so I can start the podcast off comfy.

“Dude that cup goes; wait that cup goes hard.” Grizzy exclaimed

“What? Wait, that one?” Pezzy pointed at my cup.

“The manga panels?” Droid questioned while looking at it.

“Yeah we talked about that one.” Pezzy said stating the obvious

“Yeah that one makes me hard.” Droid jokes

Grizzy stares down at Pezzy, while his right hand is doing the “gimme gimme” motion, till Pezzy hands him my Gamer Supps black and white cup.

“Alright, okay there you go man.” Pezzy carefully handed him the cup. Everyone laughs with each other with how Grizzy is acting.

“Be careful with my cup now, I didn't bring extra flavors with me.” I stated to Grizzy

“He’s like a little kid, ‘let me see it’.” Pezzy mocks Grizzy

“I don't know how to react to that.” Puffer states, as Pezzy and Droid laughs

“Grizzy, you know that I stole that cup from you, right?” I asked

“Wait how’d you steal it?” Puffer asked, I responded with a smile and wink. Grizzy didn't see that due to him twirling the cup around to see all the panels.

“WHAT? Why didn't I know this was missing?!” Grizzy questioned like I just took away his favorite toy as he is still examining the cup. I shrug my shoulders while taking my cup back so I can get a drink. I sat down on the pillow due to me being a bit squashed between the guys.

“Bruh, that is hard.” Grizzy says while mesmerized by the cup, mostly the booba’s that are on it.

“Nothing, it's just a very cool cup.” Droid comments

“Yeah, why do you think I stole it?” I questioned the group with a smile on my face, flipping the cap close while looking at Grizzy with a slight mischievous look.

“That's the, uh, the collection of the, like their whole waifu drop or whatever.” Puffer educates us on Gamer Supp.

“Yeah, that was like their season seven and they like put it all one” Pezzy says looking a me on the floor

“Every content creator or is it just random?” Droid asked wanting to learn more

“Huh, didn’t think of that.” I said while handing it back to Grizzy cause he wanted to look at the cup again.

“No, their own waifu.” Pezzy answered looking back at me but i was looking at Droid

“Oh, so people should use code Cloo at checkout,” Grizzy plugged as I made finger guns towards the camera

“Code Cloo or link in the description.” Droid echoed

“I like that, I like that, no gonna lie to you man.” Grizzy agreed with Droid

“Oh my god, we can NOT start the episodes like this.” Puffer moaned

“We can't just start plugging.” Pezzy nonchalantly, I mouthed to the camera to use code Cloo or Griz at checkout with a wink. I started laughing to myself

“Yeah, we can. Take your own Cloo.” Grizzy and Droid said as Pezzy laughed and puffer shaking his head.

“Ayo we just bought a house, Code Cloo.’ Droid informed the camera pointing to himself and Grizzy.

“Now can I please have my cup back?” I groaned

“Help, help.” Grizzy mocked droid begging for money

“Was that a good intro?” Droid questioned Puffer

“It was a good intro but guys, a special guest is here!” Puffer exclaimed

“Yeah, guys I'm here!” i sang while putting my hands on my chin smiling big

“This isn't totally last minutes at all,” Droid sang back while i turned my head to face him with a frown

“Come on Droid I know you're happy to see me.” I sarcastically said while throwing my arms around him giving him a second hug.

Droid starts full body laughing with me basically in his lap, as he wrapped his arms around me to return the hug. Once I got situated back to my spot in between the boys, I looked over at Grizzy who was tight lipped smiling. I knew he was mad or jealous, but it was his idea that we had to hide our relationship from the guys and fans. I gave him a quick questionary look, as he looked at his wrist to signal that we will talk about it later, hopefully after the podcast.

“Alright alright hands off me woman.” Droid jesters with me for the camera

“Yo, what's up? Welcome back to the Clooless podcast, Episode 6. We are on 6 right? Anyway, we are here with, of course, our special guest, Raye.” Droid finally does the intro

“Yeah, yes I couldn't remember how to count in Spanish.” Grizzly struggled to figure out as Pezzy was counting to six in Spanish on his fingers.

“See he is bilingual; he is my dawg.” Droid said to Puffer

“I am disappointed.” Puffer commented

“Count to 10 in Spanish” Pezzy demanded of Puffer

“How do you say 11 in Spanish? Grizzy

“Uhhh- that's a good question.” Droid responded sounding lost, Pezzy threw his head back laughing and Grizzy started to wheeze.

“Once,” I answered, since Droid didn't know. (eleven)

“I could kiss you, right now. Don't play with me Raye. You know Spanish?” Droid played flirted with me

“Sí, sé hablar español. Aprendí el idioma desde que era un bebé.” I replied to Droid in Spanish. (Yes, I know how to speak Spanish. I learned the language since I was a baby)

“WHAaatt?!” All the guys seemed to gaspingly yell in unison.

“What? I know English, French and Spanish.” I informed the guys, I was slightly shocked and hurt that Grizzy didn't remember that.

“See now rewind back, I cannot count 11 - 19 in Spanish, but 20s and up, I can” Droid tried to defend himself. Seems like he caught on to my disappointed reaction and was trying to take the heat off of me.

“You add an extra at the end of it, right?” Puffer asked

“Exactly its veintiuno, veintidos. Thats 20s, now 11-19 fuck all.” Droid counted (21.22)

“I don't remember at all.” Grizzy said while shaking his head

“Droid you better stop now, you got that Spanish rizz going for ya. You're making Grizzy fluster.” I joked around with Droid, while leaning on Pezzy a bit.

As I was finally a little comfortable, I looked at Puffer and winked, he started laughing and shaking his head. I heard a weird noise, so I flicked my head around to look at Grizzy and I could see him clenching his pants in his fist. Since Pezzy let me lean on him for a while as he was trying to figure out how to count 11 - 19 in Spanish; he thought he figured it out he sat straight up and asked Droid. Which led to me sliding off the couch to sit back down on the floor, where my butt pillow sat for my “assigned” spot. I looked at Grizzy when I was sitting, and he had an apprehensive look on his face to see I was finally away from the guys.

Later on down the night, we wrap up the podcast with one last thought or topic on Puffer's brain.

“Wait, Raye, how do you know Grizzy?” Puffer asked

“Grizzy and I met through our connection of music. As some people know me from singing, Grizzy actually made one of the beats to one of my top 10 songs.” I explained while smiling and looking at him.

“Also, it has turned out to be one of my personal favorite songs too!” i exclaimed with giddiness

“Yeah, we met through one of her producers that I knew and bam we met irl, and we clicked from then on and kept in contact.” Grizzy added onto the story while looking around in the room but ended up staring back at me.

“To add on to our story, we have actually been dating for a couple months now too.” Grizzy revealed.

“I FUCKING KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING ON!” Puffer yelled while getting up like if the Dallas Cowboys scored a touchdown. I was full of shock that Grizzy decided to go public and started belly laughing at puffer's reaction. I was happy the cat was finally out of the bag, no more hiding.

I got out of my criss-cross applesauce position on the floor and walked over and sat on Grizzy’s lap, like I was claiming my area if I were an animal. I gave him a quick peck on the lips and snuggled into his side

“Alright let's wrap it up now!” Puffer says walking back into the camera frame

“We wanna say Q&A?” Puffer ask Droid and Pezzy

“Sure” “Oh yeah” Droid and Pezzy acknowledged

“So next episode we want to do a Q&A, leave a comment below of a question you might have, that you want to ask us. Could be something that you're curious about that you heard on the podcast, and you're like can you explain this more? Tell us more about it? UH just leave it below in the YouTube comments or Spotify comments, um, Apple comments." Puffer explained to the camera for the audience/fans.

“All of the above.” Droid expanded on Puffer explanation

“While you are there, rate the podcast 5 stars!” I yelled and pointed my finger at the camera

“Also, I better not see or hear any questions about our super personal life.” i said threatening the fans

“Yes, baby we know. I won't answer anything ridiculous, you know this.” Grizzy said to calm me down as his arms squeezed around my hips, possessively.

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thewritetofreespeech · 5 months ago

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Could I request Kazuki and Rei finding out their lover's father is a dangerous assassin?

Kazuki + Rei + Reader - the family business

It was a very hot day. And what was required for any hot day to make it not so miserable? Parfaits!

Kazuki, Rei, Miri, and [Y/N] were all headed to Kyutaro’s after a full day in the park. Though a scorcher, it was nice to get out and have some fresh air (though Rei did not agree).

“How big of a parfait are you going to get Miri?” [Y/N] asked as they rounded the corner.

“Hmmm….this big!” She held her arms out as wide as they would go and [Y/N] giggled.

“Wow. That’s really big. Can you share with me if you get one that big?”

“Sure!”

The boys watched behind them, each smiling softly at the cute display. Kazuki jogged ahead of them to grab ahold of the door. “Allow me!” He announced as some grand gesture, but it was ruined when the door opened on its own and a man was standing there. Attempting to leave with a familiar manila envelope Rei & Kazuki recognized.

“Father?”

“[Y/N].”

The exchange was tense. The adults not sure what to do. Then Miri pipped up, “I’m Miri.” Which seemed to break some of the tension.

“Hello Miri, I am [L/N].”

“What are you doing here?” [Y/N] asked. “I didn’t think you worked with Kyutaro-san.”

“Work is work.” The man glanced at the men flanking his eldest. Their tense muscles and tense jawlines telling him that they knew who he was. “You’re looking well.”

“You’re looking well….like you.”

The man scoffed and walked past [Y/N]. “You should call.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Suit yourself.” He then made the turn they just did and was gone.

“[Y/N], who was that?” Kazuki asked, still holding the door open.

“You know who he is.” They spat and went inside. They prop Miri up in a stool, who immediately started spinning around. “Since when did you start working with my father?”

“Since about last week.” Kyutaro answered honestly. “There’s been a bit of a…gap in his work load, with recent events.”

Rei could guess what that was, following the fall out with his own father. “I didn’t know your family was still in the business.”

“They are. I’m not.” [Y/N] replied. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Is this going to be an issue?” Kazuki asked. Understandably so, but his last question.

“Shouldn’t be. Last words he said to me until now was ‘you’re dead to me’.” The boys shrink back, but [Y/N] just pulled on a smile and turned to Miri. “What kind of parfait are we getting?”

“Strawberry!!”

They don’t ask anymore. They don’t want to pry. Rei & Kazuki both knew that [Y/N] had been in the business. They all met each other here. How they left and why was none of their concern, as long as they were safe and together.

Miri got a stomach ache from eating too much of her parfait on her own, and [Y/N] never called her father.

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blizzardfluffykpop · 1 year ago

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Peppermint Kisses

Summary: Going Christmas mall shopping with your friend and long time crush, Seungmin.

Oneshot

Fluff, Friends to lovers au

Word Count: 1,453

Seungmin (O.de) x Female! Reader

Requested: Hi~ For the 12 days of Winter I would love #3: “If I give you this peppermint kiss, will you give me a real one?” If it's still available, with O.de x female reader please🥹 Thanks in advance 🤍

Prompt: 3. “If I give you this peppermint kiss, will you give me a real one?”

[A/n: It’s pretty gender neutral, but it is based on a female reader!]

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Seungmin invites you to go Christmas shopping with him and picks you up. You listen to the soft rock music he has playing, “So, what’s new with you and the boys?” He sighs, “We’ve been practicing for our tour, so it’s a little stressful. So, I planned to get away from all of that today.” You ask, “Wouldn’t you want to do that alone?” He shakes his head, “Your company isn’t overpowering, and I like your opinion on things I go to buy.” You smile and agree with his sentiment. He asks you about your job, and you tell him how it’s going and how you’re glad you get a break from it all to spend time with him.

He parks as close as he can, and you both exit and hustle inside, freezing. In the mall, “So, what’s the game plan?” He smiles and looks at the various stores, “What if we start with the big department stores?” You nod, “Then, we'll do our stocking stuffers separately?” He nods, “You read my mind.” You both head over to Macy’s and take the escalator to the backstage. You dig through the selections, picking out and gathering a few things. You find two beautiful cable-knit sweaters and ask, “You think Jungsu would like this sweater or this sweater better?” You hold up the two options, and he points to the latter navy-colored one. You place it in your arms and peruse the area more, picking up a few things.

When you spot the perfect lilac shirt for Seungmin, hide it amongst your pile before he can see it. He asks, “Black with red stripes or red with black stripes for a scarf for Jiseok?” “Red stripe, he can wear it with his bolder outfits. But it doesn’t overpower them.” He agrees and throws the scarf into his ever-growing pile. It takes a while before you both decide to check out. You get in line first and watch Seungmin stop and grab a hoodie. He gets in line and shows you, and you ask, "For Hyeongjun?" He nods, you smile at him, and the person calls for the next person in line. You head over and tell the person to hide the purple sweater, making eyes at Seungmin, and they nod and quickly scan it in between two items. They wink at you and put it into the bag.

You make it out with a good bundle, walk to the next store, and take the escalator to the third level. You look around, “Do we really want to look at blankets and appliances?” He shakes his head, “I think we were supposed to go the opposite way.” You both nod before immediately heading down to the first level. You walk through the perfume department together. And instead of gagging as you would as a kid. You both peruse, and you catch him smelling a cologne, but he doesn’t ask for an opinion. He just nods to himself and walks away from it. You sneakily walk over and make a mental note to pick it up later. And at last, you both spot the perfect one for Gunil. You both go in halves and look through the rest of the departments.

He asks, “I think Jooyeon would like this tank top, do you?” You look over and giggle, “‘This is my beach bod’?” with fake muscles on the tee. The two of you cackle before he hangs it back up and finds something better for him. And continue spotting more things to buy for Seungmin once you leave. You keep seeing gifts you’d like to receive, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. Out of your line of sight he picks up the things you’ve stopped to look at for yourself. Hiding them in between things he got for his friends.

As you exit, you ask, “Want to split up for a while and meet up in the food court?” He agrees, and you two split up in the middle of the mall. When he’s out of sight, you go back and grab the clothing and perfume you wanted to get him. Afterward, you pop into various shops, getting cute stocking stuffers. You check off your lists for your friends and family as you circle around.

Once you’ve finished, exiting out of the music store, your phone rings. You answer with a, “Hey!” And you hear Seungmin’s voice go, “Ready to meet me in the food court?” You agree, and he tells you where he’s sitting, and you head over to him. As you sit across from him in the food court, tired from your endless shopping, he pulls out a bag of peppermint kisses. You look at him with raised eyebrows, “Where did you get those from?” He points to the chocolate shop you had passed up a few times. You look back at the bag and ask, “Can I have one?” You can see the smirk overcoming his features as he says, “If I give you this peppermint kiss, will you give me a real one?” Which causes you to splutter, “Wh-What?!” And he quickly backtracks, “You don’t have to! I just- I um-.” You shake off your initial shock and hold your hand out, and he awkwardly places one in your hand, “So, do you want it now or later?” He looks around the food court, and his cheeks are red as the ornaments on the tree behind him. He whispers, “Now?” You grin before eating the kiss he gave you to freshen your breath. Before getting up and standing in front of him, “You sure?” He nods, and you lift his chin, placing the gentlest kiss on his lips.

You move back from him and feel him place another in your hand, which makes you laugh as he pulls you in for a deeper kiss. When you both pull away, he whispers, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.” You blush, “Me too.” You sit across from him again, and he shares his peppermint kisses a bit more with you before you both stand up, and he shyly holds out his arm for you. You slowly slide your arm through and pick up your gift bags.

You're putting your bags into his trunk when he asks, “Do you want to see a movie in the theater?” You smile and nod, “I’d love to.” You lean against his shoulder as he orders the tickets. And before you can pull out your card to split the purchase, he’s already bought them. You shake your head at him, pay for the popcorn, and head to your theater. As you sit down and wait for others to filter in, he pulls out the peppermint kiss bag, “Do you want to share this time?” You grin, and with a blush coating your cheeks, you say, “Only if you’ll share the real deal~” He smiles, “Okay.” When the movie starts, you notice you’re the only two scheduled in the theater. You spend most of the movie trading ‘peppermint’ kisses and eating popcorn.

As the ending credits roll up and the lights come on. You pull away from your last kiss and giggle at each other’s swollen lips. You ask, “Did you catch what the movie was about?” And he shakes his head, “Me neither.” You get up, and he follows you out of the theater, and you say, “I guess we’ll just have to see it again together.”

You look back and smile at him, and he says, “I'd like that.” You throw away the empty popcorn bag, and he slides his arm around your waist. He holds you close as the chilly wind whips through the air, keeping you warm on your walk back to the car. He opens your door, and after you get in, he closes it, quickly hops in, and turns his engine over. You wait for the cold car to warm up after the heat comes on, and he turns out of the lot. You bump his empty right hand a few times, and he smiles as he realizes what you're doing before taking your hand in his.

As he drives back, you realize your Christmas wish has come true. You're finally dating Seungmin, and all is right in the world. You press your fingers to your lips and think, 'Yeah, it's real, and my lips sure are swollen'. You feel him squeeze your hand and look at him, and he grins, “This is going to be my favorite Christmas.” You tilt your head at him, “Why?” His grin grows brighter as he says, “Because I get to spend it with you.” You giggle and tell him, “You're my Christmas wish come true.”

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forthechubbies · 2 years ago

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I Love him...and him♡// Skz! Aussie Boys Imagine 🔥☁️ Chubby Reader ♡ Warning! Me trying to write works in a aussie accent. I'm sorry in advance.

"Big nose." Bam!

"Hot head!" Wam!

"Auss..ie? Aussie. Trash?" Smack!

You were taken aback by this next one. "Binnie?" The sentence said Changbin, but you call him Binnie. "My Binnie's muscles are better than yours....and that's why I'm leaving you for Binnie?!" You gasped at the handwriting, obviously not yours. "Chan, Is this really necessary? Can't you find a different outlet to handle your anger?"

You distanced yourself, hopping off his lap, to which he whined about you leaving his thighs to freeze, and stood back to get the whole picture. "I mean, you strapped yourself to a chair and forced yourself to listen this-" While holding it, a particular word caught your eye in bold letters. C***.

Your mouth hung open. " Did you think of all these yourself? It gets quite vulgar after the first fours."

"No, The kids helped out too." He confessed, loving that silk nightgown on you. " I bought you that, lover? I haven't seen it before."

"I bet it was mainly Lee and Hannie, but I can clearly see Binnie had a take on this too. " You shook your head. "Oh, your mother bought it as a wedding gift. It's been sitting at the top of the closet since-" You cleared your throat, blushing.

"Our honeymoon night!? You have had that little number since our honeymoon night!" Effortlessly, Chan break out the restraints standing erect before you.

The clipboard coated your gasp as Chan took up your personal space; you eyed the crimson imprints staining his biceps from the harsh leather.

"Your precious Felix wrote the cunt one."His accent stuns you before his lips attack your neck-wait what!?

You shoved chan's chest away, more so, Chan moving out on his own. "That's not funny, Christopher. Yongbok would never say such a thing."

Chan rolled his eyes to high heaven once his back was turned. "Is that right, Lover?" Chan is more than aware of your bias- Felix being the main one. He isn't sure how this little schoolgirl crush began, but he oddly doesn't mind. He thinks it's cute how you defend your little Yongbok, not knowing the duality of Felix.

"Did you say something, Chan?" You asked, scrolling downstairs with a starving husband hot on your heels.

"I said I want burgahs." He exclaims, dramatically holding his hand over his tummy. " I haven't had a nice juicy burgah in years." Chan snatches you in his arms, accidentally manhandling you like his kids.

Chan didn't note anything but his carnivorous growling in his stomach. The man needs meat! He's a big boy, and big boys need to eat.

You gasped, looking up at chan, sporting a startled expression. "I'm not a toy. You can't just-" You stopped after realizing he definitely isn't listening.

You can feel it when his large hands slide up and down and that dazed look on his face confirms it.

"Go get in the car," Chan demanded, yet he still felt the need to throw you over his shoulder.

You giggled at his severe yet playful tone, gripping the back of his shirt to keep you stable. " Chan! I'm still in my nightgown! Indecent exposure, remember!?"

He froze in the door frame. "What are you doing here?"

"I got locked out, and I have nowhere else to go-" Jisung cheeses at Chan, but mainly the ass on full display for his viewing pleasure. "Hello, Mrs. Bang!" He reached up, but Chan caught his wrist.

"Hi, Jisung!" You made sure to match his energy.

"I was going to kiss the lady's hand-" He sighed.

Chan lifted both his brows. "Just making sure, Your handsy when it comes to bums, like- um...I don't know, mine."

Jisung bypassed Chan stepping straight into your home but not before standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his hyung in a slight pause.

"That's because yours is my favorite, Hyung. And no one can ever replace you." He smoothes his hand over Chan's tight blue jeans and lands a smack so hard Chan tips forward.

You wheezed, having a front seat to the whole thing, the hand you were using to cover your hand was gently stolen from you and kissed sweetly by Jisung.

Silence, Your feet graced the floor once again; Chan hummed sweetly and purred, rubbing his nose to yours before his large back overtook your vision, leaving you to tilt your head around him to see Jisung.

You saw a twinkle in his eyes when you giggled; Jisung smirked, swiping away from Chan's keep. "Mine!" He ran a good distance before rubbing it in his hyung's face.

Worse, you had no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck as he held you like the stolen princess you were.

Heated, Chan pushed a not-so-friendly smile Jisung's way in an attempt not to scare you. "Alright. Alright. Very funny. Come on now." He was calmy, strutting over with wide arms to take you back.

Jisung dodged his arms and kissed your cheek. "Mwah!" His lips curved into a cheeky grin. You could see the steam coming out of Hyung's ears. "Jealous?" He purred against your chubby cheek.

"You should stop-" You cautioned Hannie, a worried expression written on your face.

Chris's smile was long gone, tilting his head. "I'm gonna break ya fingers."

When the smile drops, Jisung releases you to get on his knees. " I was joking! Joking! I'm sorry!"

While Chris dealt with Jisung, you escaped to the kitchen-The fridge was opened..weird it was closed earlier.

You pushed the door to close it-

"Ow! What the-" Yongbok popped up, closing the door, and the distance between you two. "What are you doing up so late, Buttacup?" He brought you in by your chubby waist, loving how soft and squishy you are- but out of respect, He doesn't let his hands squeeze you even if they are aching too.

You should ask how he got into your house!?

You gasped. "Chan was hungry-" You held your breath at Felix's cologne wafting off his adam's apple; he's so close you can make out each freckle on his rosy cheeks. "He-We umm." Goodness, look at those eyes.

You kept your screams in your throat and fangirling in your head, crafting the illusion that you were utterly sane in front of your crush.

"Burgahs?" Yongbok answered his own question via a missed text message for Binnie.

Why is it so hard not to stare? You watched his brows pinch, and his thumb typed away. His outfit didn't match his smile; the rocker attire fried your already mushy lovesick brain paired with this inky black hair color, a new style to you and hands down is a winner in your poor innocent heart. Sh! Pretend for the story! His Hands are immense...and kind of pretty. Ah! Yn, you greedy pervert, You should be lucky; chan even married you, and you have the nerve to look at another man...

"It looks like your hubby is cravin..."He whipped out a blue raspberry lollipop snatching off the wrapper before popping the candy in his mouth.

"Buttacup?" The boy ogled at your cute, zoned-out expression, a slight pout to those plump lips, and oddly enough, your stare tracked to his hand.

The nickname alone powered the heat overgrowing in your round cheeks but his voice...it's..it's

"Not fair." You gasped, covering your mouth. "Excuse me, My mind was somewhere else." You apologized for zoning out; He simply smiled and repeated- "It looks like your hubby is craving..." Yongbok wiggled his phone, displaying the message on the dim screen.

The blue raspberry stained his mouth as he kept the stick between his teeth. "Are you coming along? I know Chris hates leaving you unguarded if it isn't necessary." His smile failed to reach his eyes for the "Joke." punchline.

Yongbok brushed past you taking his leave into the living room; what you didn't know was Yongbok's eyes straying far too long at your exposed back.

Tell me if you want a part two.

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sarahowritesostucky · 11 months ago

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📖Alpha, Beta (& Omega)

Rated: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2928

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, nobility/royalty au, alternate history, dom/sub elements, beta bucky, anal sex, oral sex, hurt/comfort, first time, age gap (18/29), domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, wedding night, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

To read previous parts of this series first, got to the story's masterlist

10. A Consummation, cont'd

This Chapter: He wants to feel Steve pressing down on him again, touching, and rubbing; wants to feel his hot mouth against his skin, his big hands running all over his body. He wants to feel desired, and Steve's the only one who's made him feel that way in years.

"Might have to check to make sure that fever’s really gone.”

"Yeah. Yeah maybe you should."

Steve straightens, his eyes going heavy-lidded with interest. “How much better are you feeling?”

"A lot better."

His eyebrows rise. "A lot?"

"Yeah, a lot." Bucky swallows thickly, works up the nerve to rasp, “C'mere. You want to feel my forehead?”

Steve walks closer to the bed. He gets one knee up on the mattress and Bucky watches how the muscles in his thigh move, how his cock hangs heavy between his legs, just starting to thicken in interest. Fuck. Steve’s got the most gorgeous cock Bucky could imagine.

“What do you want to do?”

His gaze jerks up from Steve’s cock, to where the alpha's eyes are shining in eager, heated amusement, and it makes his belly flip.

Steve tilts his head playfully. “You've been ill, so ... I wouldn't feel right about it if you didn't tell me what you want.”

“I, I don’t know. I just, um …” His face heats as he falters, sounding like a dolt, a virgin; all the things he doesn't want to sound like. He licks his lips, wondering if maybe he does still have that fever. "Um ..."

“It's okay,” Steve encourages, climbing over on the bed. “Don’t have be shy, Honey. Tell me what you want.”

God, but it undoes Bucky to hear Steve speak like that—and it's not the first time that he has. Bucky wonders if asking for his explicit consent is something that makes Steve feel better about their hastily arranged marriage, or if it just turns him on to know that Bucky wants him that way.

“Touch me?” he asks, because he does want him that way.

He wants to feel Steve pressing down on him again, touching, and rubbing; wants to feel his hot mouth against his skin, his big hands running all over his body. He wants to feel desired, and Steve's the only one who's made him feel that way in years.

Bucky squirms in place, self-conscious and impatient. “Please?”

Steve climbs over him, gently spreading Bucky’s legs with his knee and settling there. “Of course, Buck, ‘course I will.” He kisses him softly, slotting their mouths together and slipping in with his tongue only when the moment’s right.

In Bucky’s limited experience, people tend to fumble through kissing in one of two ways: it's either brief and chaste, or rough and tactless. Bucky's parents have always seemed the former, the boys and girls his age, the latter. But Steve kisses like he was born knowing how to do it in a third way. A better way.

The careful way that he invades Bucky’s mouth, coaxing and slow, makes the arousal thrum hotter beneath his skin. It’s erotic, getting to open up to another person like this—especially one who looks like Steve. Bucky moans softly, hands sliding up Steve’s back and curling over his shoulders.

“That’s it,” Steve whispers against his lips. “Just let me make you feel good, okay?” He draws away and looks down at him. “Tell me I can.”

Bucky exhales shakily and nods. “Yes.”

Steve smiles and sits back on his knees. His hands slide up Bucky’s legs, drawing his nightshirt up his thighs, and then higher. Bucky’s breathing picks up as he’s slowly exposed. “Steve …” he whispers, embarrassed that this is still so new to him. He shouldn’t feel so nervous at being naked in front of his husband. They’ve already done this, already been here, and yet Bucky’s trembling as Steve bares him. “S-steve …”

“Shh. It’s okay. I love seeing you. You’re beautiful, Bucky.” He presses a kiss to his belly, hands rucking the night shirt up past his waist. “Take this off,” he murmurs, continuing his path downwards.

Bucky pulls the nightshirt off and tosses it aside, looking back down at Steve’s hands on his hips and his face so close. “Fuck,” he whispers.

“Mmhm.” Steve angles his cock upwards, thumb dragging up the underside and trapping it against his belly. He rubs the sensitive skin just under the head in slow circles, and Bucky moans. Steve’s eyes flick up, dark and heated, and Bucky's cock throbs at how turned on the alpha looks, just from doing this to him. “That feel good?” he asks.

Bucky nods. “Y-yeah.”

“Good.” He wraps his hand around him and strokes, easing his foreskin down and revealing the weeping pink head. “Look at that,” he murmurs, his face so close to Bucky’s cock that Bucky can feel the warmth of his breath.

“Fuck,” he whispers, turned on beyond reason at the sight of Steve’s gorgeous face so near to his erection. “S-steve, oh, please. Will you?”

Steve hums in approval and takes his cock into his mouth. Bucky grunts and grits his teeth, a stifled shout lodging in his throat and coming out as a whine instead. Steve hums again and smooths his hand up Bucky’s hip to settle him. He pulls off and looks up. “Still okay?”

“Nngh, yes. Feels so good.”

His mouth ticks in a knowing smile and he strokes him loosely a few times. “Have you ever had this done to you before?”

Bucky shakes his head, blushing. “No. I didn’t think—” he cuts himself off, but Steve is waiting for him to finish the sentence, so he hesitantly admits, “I didn’t think that Alphas … did that.”

Not that he thinks they can’t do it, just that they don’t. Sex and pleasure revolve around alphas, or at least it’s always seemed so, with the way people talk—and don’t talk—about it. Alphas are the aggressors, the takers; they fuck their partners, they don’t sink down between their legs to service them all night. Bucky gets the feeling that Steve has never held to these standards, though, because his features instantly screw up in disdain.

“Ridiculous,” he huffs, saying nothing more before taking Bucky back in his mouth.

Bucky’s breath punches out of him as Steve sinks almost all the way down his cock, lips tightening for the slow, hot drag back up. "Oh." He grabs impulsively at Steve’s hair. “Oh, god.” It feels so good, holy shit.

The hot, wet capture of Steve’s mouth has to be the best thing he's ever felt, making his cock twitch and throb, pleasure coiling tightly in his belly, his balls. Bucky doesn't know how he won't finish in two seconds like this. “Steve,” he gasps, trying hard not to thrust up into his mouth or pull on his hair too hard. “Fuck, wait, oh, oh I can't. I'm gonna ...”

Steve gentles his technique after that, letting up to stroke him slowly while he sucks at the tip and tongues that sensitive spot underneath. It makes Bucky’s toes curl, how perfectly gentle it is. "That better?" Steve teases, pressing his thumb against the slit.

“Fuck,” Bucky whispers, craving more. His balls are throbbing—aching, and tight—and he reaches down to cup them.

Steve grunts and knocks his hand away, palming them in his own hand instead. Bucky exhales harshly and releases his grip on Steve’s hair, his head dropping back down to the pillow and his eyes slipping shut as he surrenders to what Steve is giving him.

It’s so much. Steve’s suckling on the head and jerking him off and rolling his balls with all the dedication of a longtime lover. One of his knuckles slips back and rocks against his perineum, and Bucky grunts and tenses. “Ssteve,” he slurs, “Steve, oh, oh. M’gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

Steve pulls off, and Bucky’s left panting and trying to calm down. “Look at me, Sweetheart,” Steve says. Bucky opens his eyes and looks down, belly swirling hard at the sight of Steve between his legs: flushed, messy hair, lips swollen and wet. He stares dazedly down at him and Steve smiles. He holds Bucky's cock and rubs it against his lips, back and forth, wet. “You want me to make you cum like this?” he asks. “Or do you want me inside you?”

Bucky’s eyes widen and his cock jerks in Steve’s hand. “Inside me,” he says, remembering how it’d been that first night on the ship, how Steve had opened him up so carefully and fucked him so gently, how good it had felt to be taken like that.

“Are you sure?” Steve asks, moving up his body to lie over him again. He kisses and nuzzles up under his jaw. “You feel up to it?”

If Bucky wasn’t sure before, he certainly is now. Steve’s body pressing down on him feels too good to lose. He wants more of it. “Yes,” he breathes, canting his hips up to grind his erection against Steve’s stomach. He can feel the answering hardness of Steve’s cock against his belly, and it urges him on, knowing that Steve is aroused by what they’re doing, that he wants Bucky, too.

There's no doubt he does. Steve’s scent gets stronger. He kisses sweet and slow, like he’s thanking Bucky for saying yes. “Okay,” he whispers, kissing right over Bucky's glands. “Okay. Just a minute.”

At first Bucky doesn’t understand why he’s moving away, but then he sees the slick that Steve’s reaching for, returning with it and sitting back on his heels, undoing the lid ... dipping his fingers in. Bucky bites his lip as he watches Steve slicking his fingers. It’s so intimate, making him flush with embarrassment even as his cock jerks at the sight.

Steve will be gentle, he reminds himself. He’ll make it good like he did before. Bucky nods to show that he’s ready and draws his knees up, pulling Steve down over him with a hand on the back of his neck. He wants him close while he does this. “Touch me,” he says breathily. “Make me ready.”

Steve’s slicked fingers find his hole and gently trace over it, making Bucky’s breath hitch in a quiet, “oh.” He swallows, eyes slipping shut at the still-new feeling. But Steve is careful with him just like he was before, and he takes his time, circling and rubbing gently before finally pressing that first fingertip in. Bucky’s body gives to the pressure, and he moans quietly and grasps at Steve’s shoulders. “Oh.”

“Good,” Steve rumbles, clearly affected by what he’s doing. He buries his face in Bucky’s neck and scents him. “That’s good, Bucky. Just relax.”

Bucky shudders and arches his neck to give Steve more room, pushing down on the finger to draw it in. He gasps when it glances against that spot inside. “Oh! S-steve …”

“Mmhm.” Steve’s lips drag up his neck. “I know, Honey. I know.” He licks the shell of his ear and bites at it, making Bucky shiver in his arms.

“Ohn.”

“Shh, s’gonna feel good,” he promises, softly thrusting his finger to get Bucky used to it. “You want to try another?” he whispers.

Bucky whines, nervous but eager. “Yes,” he says, then exhales shakily as he feels Steve work second finger in alongside the first. It’s a stretch, and Bucky whimpers at the slight burn of it. “Oh,” he sighs. “It’s ...” It hurts—only a little, but he doesn’t want to say so because he doesn’t want Steve to stop. “S’big,” he whines instead, grateful when Steve hums in understanding and goes slow for him. He kisses Bucky again, licking into his mouth and distracting him with a filthy swipe of tongue as his body adjusts.

“You’re okay,” he soothes. “Just gotta loosen up for it.”

Bucky nods tightly and focuses on accepting it, trying to relax as Steve pulses his fingers in tiny motions. “Curl ‘em,” he begs, wanting to feel that spark of pleasure deep inside that Steve had elicited their first time together. “That spot, please. Make me feel it.” Steve hums and changes the angle of his hand, slowly dragging down against his walls. Bucky cries out softly when Steve's fingers glance over it and the pleasure suddenly flares white hot. “Ohn."

Steve kisses him deeper, setting in to fucking him with his fingers and swiping over his prostate with each pass. He keeps doing it until Bucky’s hole starts to loosen up, the muscle softening to his touch. “There you go,” he praises, easing a third finger in with the others.

Bucky groans and digs his head back into the pillow, panting open mouthed and staring blearily at the bed's canopy as Steve works his body open. It’s overwhelming how intense it is, how close he feels to Steve when the alpha does this to him. There’s an ache to it, but Steve takes his time, and his fingers settle right over Bucky's prostate and rub with purpose, making his cock leak and pleasure bloom deep in his gut, overtaking the ache. “Oh, oh,” he breathes, chasing Steve’s hand with every thrust, seeking out more. “Oh god.”

“Good?”

He nods with his eyes clamped shut, focusing on the feeling. He draws his knees up high and wraps his legs around Steve, wanting to feel all of him. He tilts his hips to rub their cocks together between their bellies, and Steve groans deeply against his mouth.

Bucky opens his eyes to see Steve’s face pinched and his mouth gone slack in pleasure. He looks down between their bodies and feels his guts lurch and his balls throb at the sight of their cocks sliding messily together. Steve is so big, so dark and thick and leaking, his knot reddened and the fat head of him blurting out precum against their skin. Bucky's smaller cock looks almost delicate next to it. He whines and tears his gaze away, panting shakily. “Steve,” he moans.

“Uh huh.”

“Feels s’good.”

“I know Baby, I know. Fuck, you’re so pretty. So good. Just let me know. Let me know when you’re ready.” His face is so full of desire, and his voice is so tight with restraint. He’s so powerful, so beautiful, Bucky wants him inside his body.

“I am,” he pants. “I’m ready, I’m ready, please.”

Steve uses the lubricant again, wetting himself up with it and Bucky too, pressing more in with his fingers and making Bucky whine needily. “Breathe out,” he tells him, lining up and waiting for Bucky’s obedient exhale. That’s when he pushes in.

Bucky’s breath catches in his throat, shocked at how full and big it is. “S-steve,” he gasps, hands flying up to grab at his shoulders. “Oh. Oh, ohh …”

“Okay?” Steve asks, and he’s still pushing, still sinking in, forcing Bucky’s body open around his cock.

“Yeah,” Bucky pants, unable to say anything else. It’s so much. “S’big,” he whispers, clutching onto Steve like he’s the last rock in a violent sea. “Oh, fuck, Steve.”

“I know, Buck. You’re doing so good, takin’ me so perfect.” Steve slides a hand into his hair and kisses him, tongue delving eagerly into his mouth. When he pulls back from the kiss he also pulls his hips back and starts to rock. Bucky cries out and Steve nods, groaning. “Oh, so good for me, Beta.”

Bucky whines and mewls at the title, eyes squeezing shut at how good it feels. He buries his face in Steve’s neck and clings to him, feet hooked over the backs of his thighs and hips rutting up against his stomach, trying to get closer, to get more. He moves in time with Steve’s thrusts, rocking, taking him deep, and it gets easier after the first few minutes. Steve’s cock works him open, making his body soften and accept it, until Bucky’s gasping with every thrust, a steady stream of “Oh, oh, oh’s” leaving him. He searches Steve’s mouth out with his, kissing him and pleading for him not to stop, for more. “Yes, yes, oh god jus’ like that, Steve …”

“Shit,” Steve grits out, hips working harder, grinding in deep as he feels Bucky fluttering around him. “You feel so good, Buck, so—nngh—so damn good, Baby …”

“D-don’t stop!” Bucky gasps, as the pleasure grows sharp and sudden in his gut, in the base of his spine and his tightly-drawn balls. They’re heavy and throbbing, bringing everything into focus with each roll of Steve’s hips and glance of his cock against that spot inside. He keens and shoves one hand down between their bodies, suddenly desperate as his orgasm comes into sight. He sobs and jerks as his fingers wrap around his length. “Shit.”

Steve moans, hips shoving harder, kissing at the corner of his mouth. “You close, Honey?”

“Nnh!” Bucky nods and begs, “Don’t stop, oh please don’t stop. Just like that, just like that.”

Steve growls eagerly at his frantic movements. “Yeah, that’s it. Come on, Honey, come on.”

Bucky groans and squeezes his eyes shut at Steve’s rough encouragement, at the way he fucks him so good and calls him sweet names. He loves it, gets higher from it, feels everything coalescing just so in his gut. “Oh Steve, so close. Gonna cum, gonna …”

“Do it,” he grunts, fucking him even harder; firm, deep thrusts that make his balls slap against Bucky’s ass. “Get it, Baby, go on. Right on my cock, lemme feel it.”

Bucky gets right there, stops fisting his cock and jerks right underneath the head, tight little pulses that push him over the edge and make him cry out as everything unfurls and he finds his release. “Oh, fuck,” he sobs, the pressure unspooling rapidly as his cock shoots onto his belly. His whole body seizes with it, a rush of agonizing relief so great that it makes his eyes water. “Oh, Steve,” he cries. “Alpha, oh, thank you, thank you…”

“Fuck.” Steve’s hips snap harder, faster, his knot swelling and bumping against Bucky’s rim. One of his hands shoots down and squeezes it as he starts to come. He groans, deeply and helplessly as it hits him, and it’s the most erotic sound Bucky’s ever heard. His thrusts slow as he whimpers and grinds his release into Bucky’s body. “Nnn, ffuck ...”

Bucky tucks his face into Steve’s sweaty neck, sighing at the filthy-wet feel of it leaking out and getting fucked back in. Steve keeps coming for long minutes, panting and humping throughout. Towards the end, Bucky gets sensitive and whines a little at the overstimulation, but he doesn’t push Steve away, just lets him rut into his body as he finds completion.

When he finally stills, Bucky pulls his face out of his neck and in for a kiss, needing to show him how much he liked it, how good Steve just made him feel. Steve grunts and starts kissing back, taking gentle control of the kiss after a moment and holding Bucky’s jaw. When they part, he pulls out, hushing Bucky’s whine of displeasure at the sudden emptiness. “Shh, I know. It’s okay.”

Bucky squirms and whimpers. He can feel his hole clenching and Steve’s cum leaking out of him. There’s so much of it. “I’m wet,” he says, voice shivery and quiet. “I need—”

“A bath,” Steve agrees, kissing him with a sated sigh. “Come on, we'll take one together.” He takes Bucky’s hand in his and eases him out of the bed, chuckling at his grumbling when the cum starts running down his thighs. “I’ll wash you,” he promises. “Now come on, let’s see if this tiny tub can fit the both of us.”

It doesn’t, but they make it work.

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