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mieisunki · 22 days ago

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feeling witchy | jungwon

summary: when you performed the spell to get your familiar, you expected anything but the hybrid you got. now here you are, in college making frowned upon potions with your hybrid familiar. what could go wrong? maybe the fact that you're completely head over heels for your familiar...

pairing: blackcatfamiliar!jungwon x witch!reader

word count: 10.2k

taglist: @graythecoffeebean @forwinterstars @k1ttyjwon

"where is it?"

you take a step back, looking over all of the jars until you found the one you were looking for. once you found it, you grabbed it before reading over the label to make sure its the right one. the last thing you needed was to put the wrong ingredient in your potion and mess everything up- especially when you needed the money.

it was perhaps a little frowned upon what you did- selling you potions while you were still in school. it wasn't against any rules to do it, so they really couldn't say anything. but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do to survive. you weren't making nearly as much as you would when you graduated, but it was plenty enough for you and your familiar to get by.

"you finding everything okay, gorgeous?"

your gaze snaps up from the jar, eying the sketchy shop owner who was staring at you from down the aisle. his name was kevin, and if it weren't for the magic ban surrounding the building, he would be completely harmless. at least, you weren't completely weaponless.

you open your mouth to answer, but snap it shut when a black tail wraps around your waist. you look up to see your familiar jungwon staring at kevin with a sharp glare. his eyes turn feline before he lets out a loud hiss. it successfully scares away kevin who tells you he'll be at the register when you're ready.

jungwon's eyes return to normal before his dark gaze meets yours. "why can't we find another ingredient shop again?"

"because the closest one besides this one is an hour away." you respond, putting the jar in the basket he was holding. "besides, you know he's all talk."

"don't ever come here without me."

you roll your eyes, already quite familiar with his commands. you bite back your retort about how your technically the one in charge, and he should be listening to you. but you know that argument never goes anywhere, so you just find it easier to agree with your familiar.

it was very rare for familiars to be hybrids. none of the people at your school had one, and none of your teachers believed you when you said your familiar was a hybrid. it wasn't until he showed up one day with a shit eating grin and proving all of them wrong that they believed you.

you didn't care if they believed you or not, but you also don't blame them for not believing you. you didn't even believe it yourself at first. all you knew was that you were supposed to perform the spell that gives you your familiar on your 16th birthday. you followed everything perfectly- having studied the spell for months. but instead of getting an animal like everyone else, you got a sassy 5'9" black cat hybrid with ears that almost blended in with his black hair.

you didn't mind though. it was nice going through life with an actual person instead of an animal. especially since your parents all but abandoned you as soon as you turned 18. jungwon was there, helping you pick up all of your broken pieces and then some. he was a good familiar and a good friend. a friend that loved to blur the lines of friendship and make you confused about your feelings for him, but a friend nonetheless.

"yes sir." you half heartedly agree with him before moving to grab your last ingredient. you didn't make it very far because of his tail that was still wrapped around you, forcing you to look back at him. he raises his eyebrows as he stares down at you.

"i mean it kitten."

"i know you do, wonnie." you respond to him, rolling your eyes at the ironic nickname. he still looked like he didn't believe you, so you held up your hand to link up with his pinky. "i promise i will not come into this store alone."

he huffed, finally believing you and interlocking your fingers. "good girl." he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple before pulling away. "now where's the last ingredient, so we can get out of here."

you duck your head, feeling your face flush as you turn away from him. he follows you, keeping your tail around your wrist like he normally did. he's always been like this- touchy with you. you used to could be able to brush it off, but it started getting harder and harder to do. you didn't understand it, so you brought it up with your close friend and classmate, sunoo.

"oh, that's easy." he answered you instantly. "you like him."

you roll your eyes at his answer. "of course i like him. he's my familiar."

"no, you idiot. i mean you like him more than that."

you originally refused the answer that sunoo gave you. it wasn't until you thought about it that you finally agreed with him. he gloated, but it didn't last long with you said you weren't going to do anything about it. you couldn't be with him.

he was your familiar. you two were bound for life. what if you two got together and broke up? that would make things unnecessarily awkward. that's if he returned those feelings- which you didn't think he did. you would rather just suck it up and ignore them. sunoo didn't agree with any of what you said, and to this day is still trying to convince you to try.

jungwon let out a satisfied sigh once you gave him your last ingredient. he then held out his hand making you roll your eyes. his tail lets go of you when you start digging in your bag before pulling out your wallet. you hand it to him before following him to the register. his broad shoulders block you completely as he checks out. you notice jungwon give kevin one last glare before he leads you out of the store.

"i would still prefer it if we found another shop." jungwon mumbled as the two of you walked down the street where your car was parked.

"i know." you tell him, reaching out and grabbing his hand before stopping him. he looks down at you with a curious gaze. "next time, we will go to a different one. deal?"

the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled brightly down at you, happy he's getting his way. "deal."

the next time you had to go to that dreaded shop was two weeks after yours and jungwon's initial deal. you know he was going to kill you for not bringing him. you weren't technically breaking your promise because you only promised that you weren't going alone, and you weren't. you were bringing sunoo who you've told about the whole situation.

"i feel like this is going to end bad." he retorted as the two of you got out of the car. you shrugged your shoulders before starting to walk down the street.

"probably, but i need these ingredients today." you had someone offer you double your original price if you could get this potion to them tomorrow, and you would be stupid if you didn't accept that. only issue is that jungwon wasn't around to accompany you.

"and why can't jungwon come?"

"i already told you. an arcade opened up downtown. him and jake have been waiting months for it to open. i don't want to ruin that for him."

jake was a fellow golden retriever hybrid that belonged to a mutual friend of your, heeseung. the two of them have been close since you two introduced them a little over a year ago.

"you know he wouldn't mind rescheduling." he told you as he held the door open for you.

"i know that." you sighed, walking into the store. you look around, not seeing kevin just yet. "but i feel like he deserves this. he shouldn't have to suffer because one asshole can't take a hint."

sunoo looked around before looking back at you. "you know this is the only place around here that inhibits our powers? maybe you should listen to jungwon and go to the one i go to. i know the owner, jay. he's pretty cool."

"jungwon and i were talking about it, but i don't have time to drive that far for this order." you tell him as the two of you start grabbing the jars you need. you were thankful he knew exactly what you needed for this potion, so the two of you could hurry and get out of there.

"i still don't know if you're going to have enough time." sunoo told you as you continued to scour the store. "why did you accept the offer anyway?"

you sighed before looking to sunoo. "i need the money. you know jungwon's birthday is comming up. i want to get him something special."

"what are you going to get him?"

"he's been wanting a gaming set up, so he can play with jake and heeseung online instead of having me drive him over there. i didn't realize how expensive it was before coming up with the idea." you explain. when you didn't get a response from sunoo, you look over to see him smirking at him.

"you gonna tell him you're in love with him while you're at it?" you open your mouth to respond to him, but someone interrupted you before you could say anything.

"hey gorgeous. how are you doing today?"

you meet sunoo's gaze for a moment before turning around and seeing kevin standing behind the counter. "doing good. how about you?"

"better since you're here." you roll your eyes at his answer before going back to looking through the store.

"oh my god." sunoo whispered, walking up next to you. "you didn't say he was that creepy."

"yes i did." you laugh at him.

"he's glaring daggers at me." sunoo whined. "we need to hurry."

you nod your head, grabbing the last thing you need. "okay. we can go."

you and sunoo walk over to the counter where kevin was. you handed him the basket, and he started ringing everything up. you were always behind jungwon for this part, so it felt weird watching him- especially when he couldn't even take his eyes off of you for more than two seconds.

"who's your friend?" the two of you look over at kevin when he motions to sunoo. you look over to sunoo with an apologetic expression- which he brushes off before smiling at him.

"i'm sunoo. yn's boyfriend." you eyes widened at his answer for a second before you recover. kevin pauses ringing you up as he looks at you.

"what happened to the cat?"

you finally meet his eyes- this time with a glare. "his name is jungwon, and he is none of you business."

kevin got the message, continuing to ring you up. you feel sunoo grab your hand, squeezing reassuringly which you return. once kevin had everything checked out, he handed you back your basket while he printed out the receipt. once it was printed, he held it up to you with what you thought was a disgusted look.

"so you're little cat doesn't mind you whoring yourself around?" you hear sunoo let out a gasp as you gawk at him. it took you a few seconds to respond to his insult, but once you did, you let out a scoff.

"so because i'm not interested you, i'm a whore?" you question, snatching the receipt out of his hand. "if that's the case, sunoo i guess you're dating a whore."

you quickly turn, not allowing him to respond before you storm out of the store. you hear sunoo running to catch up with you as you make your way back to your car.

"are you okay?" sunoo asked.

"peachy." you answer as the two of you got inside of the car. once you start the car, you let out a groan of frustration as you lay your head on the steering wheel. "we should've went to the other place."

"you're telling jungwon about that right?"

"no." you hear sunoo groan at your answer. "you know exactly what he's going to do, and i don't have bail money."

"you need to tell him. he has no right to say those things to you." you look over at sunoo, knowing that he's right, but not having any clue on how to tell him. you knew he was going to be mad at you, and you hated when he was.

"i know." you sigh, running your hand over your face. "i will. just let me finish this order, and i will tell him."

"okay."

the next day, you had somehow successfully managed to complete the order when it was needed. you don't know how you did it. you had to stay up all night to complete it. thankfully jungwon decided to stay over at heeseung's, so he didn't wonder why you were staying up so late.

you still didn't know how you were going to tell him about yesterday. you thought of every possible way to tell him while you worked on the potion, but none of them seemed good enough. maybe it was just the lack of sleep keeping you from thinking properly.

you had just fallen asleep on the couch when the front door slammed shut. you nearly jump out of your skin at the sound, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes when you saw jungwon storm into the living room. in your half asleep state, you couldn't see the angry expression on his face as you greet him.

"hey wonnie. how was-"

"don't hey wonnie me." he interrupted, confusing you. "why did i just get a call from sunoo telling me the two of you went to kevin's shop yesterday?"

that question woke you up real quick. "look, i was going to tell you, but i fell asleep."

"you shouldn't have to tell me anything. you shouldn't have gone at all. you promised me you would go in there without me." you shrink under jungwon's glare.

"i said i wouldn't go alone, and i didn't."

"you know damn well that's not what i meant." you jump as jungwon glares at you. "what if he tried something? you and sunoo are practically useless without your magic."

your face falls as his words hit you. "jungwon-"

"do you have any idea how irresponsible and dangerous that was?" jungwon questioned. "what was so important that you just had to go back there?"

at least sunoo didn't give that away. not like it mattered. you couldn't bring yourself to even look at him- too ashamed at yourself. your answer wouldn't matter anyway. jungwon just made that clear that he didn't feel the same about you.

you hear jungwon scoff in anger. "of course you don't have an answer. i'm going to stay with jake and hee until you can answer me."

you wait until you hear the front door slam shut before the tears start to fall. you didn't know how you were going to get him to forgive you for this.

you spent the next two days in bed, completely distraught of yours and jungwon's argument. you understood what you did was against what he wanted, so his anger was warranted. but his words weren't- which really hurt you. you tried to call him a couple of times but he didn't answer.

at first you thought it was because he was trying to calm down, but then the doubts started creeping in. maybe he finally got tired of you like your parents. maybe he realized you needed him way more than he needed you- not like he needed you in the first place.

all of these thoughts kept haunting you, even when you were in class. you ended up skipping your last period- choosing to spend the rest of the afternoon trying to catch up from you spacing out during classes.

you were in the middle of reading when someone pulled out the chair in front of you. you looked up, seeing a guilty sunoo sit down in front of you. you look at him for a moment before going back to your work. you know you shouldn't be mad at him. it was your fault, but you wanted to be the one to tell jungwon. you didn't know if it would have made a difference though, but at this point it didn't matter. it already happened, and there wasn't anything you could do to change it.

you look back up when sunoo slides something towards you. you eye the drink he got you, which was your favorite, before looking back at him. "yn, i'm sorry. when i brought that up, i thought you had already told him. i wouldn't have said anything if i knew."

"i know you wouldn't." you tell him, grabbing the drink before taking a sip. "i have no one to blame but myself."

"how did he react? he sounded upset over the phone." you looked away from him at his question, shrugging your shoulders.

"about as bad as you'd expect." you answer, trying not to think of the argument because you knew you would cry again if you did. "he yelled at me before leaving. i haven't seen him since."

sunoo's eyes widened. "he left?"

"he asked me what was so important that i went there for. when i wouldn't tell him, he said he was staying with jake and heeseung until i gave him an answer." you explain, blinking back tears. "i messed up, sunoo. he won't answer any calls or texts from me. i had to call heeseung and make sure he was okay."

"now i feel even worse." sunoo started to tell you but you cut him off.

"don't. it was my fault."

"i still feel bad. i don't even see how you're functioning right now?" sunoo told you. "i feel like i can't be away from daisy for more than a few hours before i start to feel bad."

you let out a sigh as you rest your head on the table. "i feel like shit."

everyone knew the rules of witches. they weren't supposed to be away from their familiars once they got one. the longer the two were apart, the worst the witch felt. you were being scarce with your answer to sunoo. it felt like a piece of you was missing. you were doing everything in your power to not go marching over to heeseung's and seeing him. the only reason you weren't was you were still upset with him.

"you need to go and see him." you look up at sunoo. "i'll come with you after school." you shake your head, mumbling about how you didn't want to see him. "yn, you know it's only going to get worse."

"you didn't hear what he said, sunoo. i know he only said them out of anger, but they still hurt. the last thing i want to do right now is see him."

"what are you going to do?"

"i don't know, but i'll figure something out." you brush it off, wanting to pull away from the subject. "but for now, help me catch up with what i missed."

sunoo looked at you for a moment before nodding his head. "okay."

the two of you studied for a few hours before the two of you went your separate ways. you rubbed at your tired eyes as you unlocked the door to your apartment. you really didn't want to come here since jungwon wasn't here, but you didn't really have any other options.

you close the door, sliding off your shoes when you noticed something. jungown's shoes were in his usual spot. it was then that you could feel his presence. he was here. that made you more nervous than you thought it would. you didn't want him yelling at you again.

you throw your bag on the ground before walking out of the entry way and sure enough, jungwon was there, sitting on the couch while scrolling on his phone. you saw his ear twitch at the sound of your footsteps before he looked up at you. you nearly flinch at his gaze as he stared at you, not making any notion of being the first to talk.

you decided to speak up first. "are you back?"

jungwon shifted, putting his phone in his pocket before patting the spot right next to him. you shift your weight before walking over to him and sitting next to him. you kept your distance though, not knowing if he wanted you close to him.

"you really hurt me, yn." you find your eyes watering as you listen to him. "i asked you not to do something, and you agreed not to just to turn around and do it."

your eyes trail down to your lap where your fingers were playing with your jewelry- a habit you did when you were nervous. "i'm really sorry. i never wanted to hurt you. i thought of sunoo came with me, it would've been okay."

"why didn't you just come to me?" you feel his eyes on you after he asks the question, but you didn't make any move to look at him.

"you had plans with jake and i-" you try to explain, but jungwon stops you.

"that's not an excuse."

"it is for me." you finally look up and meet his gaze. you could tell he was trying hard not to get angry, so you tried to pick your words carefully. "you had been looking forward to those plans for weeks. you had already done so much for me, and i just wanted you to be able to go out and have fun."

"i would've rescheduled." he told you. "you know i would have. we could've went to the other one, and none of this would have happened."

"i know you would've, but i didn't want you to." you pull away from his gaze, not wanting to look at him for your next admission. it was better for him to know everything, even if it upset him even more. "i also didn't have time to go to the other one."

"what do you mean?"

"i took an express order." you told him. the two of you talked about it a couple of times, and you both agreed that you wouldn't do it unless you thought it necessary. "they wanted it by the next morning, so i didn't have time to drive all the way there and back."

you hear jungwon let out a sigh, and you already had a feeling you knew what his next question would be. "are you going to tell me what was so important that you did all of this for?"

"i'm honestly shocked you haven't figured it out yet." you admit as you look over at him again. you watched his eyebrows furrow in confusion. you normally rub your thumb along the crinkle of his forehead when he does that, but you interlocked your fingers to prevent yourself from doing so. "what's coming up next week, wonnie?"

it takes him a second, but he finally figures it out. "kitten, i told you i didn't want anything for my birthday. you already spent enough with heeseung for the party next week."

"do you really think i'm not going to get the most important person to me a gift for their 21st birthday?" you question. "who do you think i am?"

"you're making it really hard to be upset with you." jungwon told you. he was still trying to keep his composure, but all it took was one smile from you for him to loose it. you let out a sigh of relief as the rest of his anger slid away when he laughed. "why didn't you just say that two days ago?"

"you kind of didn't give me a chance." you answer him. your happy mood darkened when you remembered the argument, and what he said to you. you blink away your tears before shifting farther away from him than you were- an act that didn't go unnoticed.

jungwon moved over, grabbing your waist before pulling you to him. you straddled his legs as he pulled you to his chest. you wrapped your arms around his neck, and jungwon swore he felt his heart break when you started crying. "i'm so sorry for what i said, kitten."

"i didn't mean any of it." he continued, rubbing his hand down your back to try to comfort you. "you're not useless or irresponsible. you are the complete opposite. i wouldn't be able to function without you by my side."

"i thought you were going to leave me." jungwon's arms tightened around you at the confession.

"never." he pulled you away from him. he looked at you softly while brushing away your tears before cupping your cheeks and making you look at him. "you're stuck with me for the rest of your life."

"you promise?"

jungwon nodded, kissing your temple before pulling you back into his arms. "i promise."

after you and jungwon made up, things between the two of you almost went back to the way they were before. key word being almost. you couldn't understand what was different, but there was something different about the two of you that you couldn't put your finger on.

you tried to explain it to sunoo, but for once, he didn't have an answer either- just as stumped as you were. you choose to just brush it off since it wasn't causing any harm. you didn't have any choice since today was jungwon's party.

jake has kept jungwon busy all day while you, heeseung, and sunoo help set up everything. it took most of the day for you three to set everything up, and you were pretty sure your hands were going to be sore tomorrow from tying so many balloons. but it was worth it. heeseung's place looked great.

people had already started to show up when you and sunoo were finishing up setting up the food. heeseung turned on the music and dimmed the lights while you did one last look around to make sure everything was perfect.

you pulled out your phone to text jungwon to see when he would be here when something wrapped around your waist. you glance down, seeing the black tail that you know belonged to your familiar before turning around. he laughs, catching you when you jump into his arms.

"happy birthday, wonnie."

"thank you kitten." he kissed your cheek as he set you down. "this place looks great. you and heeseung did a good job."

"i helped too!" you turn when you hear sunoo's voice.

you pulled away from jungwon, so he could greet sunoo. the three of you stand there for a minute, talking about setting up when some other friends of his came to greet jungwon. you and sunoo shared a look before you both moved away, so he could hang out with his friends, though you stopped when jungwon's tail wrapped around your wrist.

"where are you going?"

"i'm going to get a drink." you answer. "i'll catch up with you. go have fun with your friends."

though you kind of regret that now. the party's been in swing for a few hours, and you all have just sang happy birthday to him. people, including you, were starting to get tipsy from alcohol. you were still fully aware what was going on, but you could feel the effects of the alcohol despite this only being your third drink. you blame yourself for allowing heeseung to mix the drinks.

you were talking with two witches from your class, glancing back occasionally to check on jungwon. he was sitting on the couch on the other side of the room from you. you haven't been able to talk to him since earlier, and it seemed like every time you tried, he would get swamped with friends.

this time when you glanced back, you noticed that there was a new girl sitting next to him- another cat hybrid. you didn't recognize her as you looked her over. her brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and her dress was very short. you shrugged her off at first, thinking she was just a friend. but then she placed her hand on his thigh with a flirty smile, and jungwon didn't push her away. you felt your heart sink when he smiled back at her.

you look away from them, staring down at your drink while you tried to hide your jealousy. of course he wouldn't want a witch. why would he when he could have a pretty hybrid like the one right next to him? you felt yourself become sick at the thought of him being someone else's. you turn back around to look again when someone wrapped their arm around your shoulder.

"what's cooking, good looking?" you smile before looking up and meeting the eyes of jake.

"hey jake." you greet, turning to him fully. "you having fun?"

he pulled you closer to him, leaning down so you could hear him. "you and hee really know how to throw a party. you need to do mine next."

"of course." you agree. "you could do it early on halloween and have everyone dress up."

jake gasped, clearly loving the idea. "you're a genius babe! you should dress up as tinker bell and i'll be peter pan."

"jungwon could be your wendy." you joked, laughing when jake doubled over in laughter. clearly, he had a little too much to drink. once he recovered, he pulled you back underneath his arm, which wasn't anything new. everyone knew jake was touchy. "speaking of jungwon. who's that girl next to him?"

jake turned and looked, letting out a scoff before turning back to you. "that's sarah. she's been trying to get with jungwon for i don't know how long."

"he's never mentioned her to me." you hum, taking a sip of your drink and nearly spitting it out when jake gets close to your face again.

"probably because he hates her."

it was your turn to let out a scoff. you turned to see if they were still in the same position as before, and they were. "where do you see that? the two are currently cuddled up on the couch together."

"are you jealous?" you roll your eyes at his question. thankfully the lights were dim enough to hide your blush.

"no. they're just painting a different picture than what you're saying."

"don't worry, babe. you're secret's safe with me." jake smiles at you when you shove him. "not like it's much of a secret anyway. you two are so obvious about it."

"shut up." you glare. you didn't miss the fact that he said the two of you instead of just you. you just didn't want to believe him. especially not with the scene that was playing out behind you.

"wanna make him jealous?" he asks, confusing you.

"how would we do that?"

"do you trust me?" you shrug at his question.

"i probably shouldn't."

you look away for a moment, greeting a friend as they passed by you two. as soon as you turn your attention back to jake, you jump in shock when his lips meet yours. you don't even kiss him back. you just stand there when he's ripped away from you. your view of jake is blocked by jungwon.

"what the fuck jake?"

"come on man." you hear jake's whine. "we were having fun. weren't we yn?"

jungwon turned around, looking down at still very confused you. you could see his eyes flickering between his normal ones and his cat like ones- a clear sign he was mad. his hand suddenly grabbed your wrist before pulling you away.

"jungwon? what are you doing?" you question as he pulls you towards the stairs. apparently, you weren't going fast enough because jungwon turned to you again. you let out a yell when he threw you over his shoulder before making his way upstairs. "jungwon, what the hell? put me down!"

he ignored you and kept walking until he reached the guest bedroom where he stays when he's here. you let out another yell when he throws you onto the bed. you bounce at the movement before you hear the door slam shut. you look over at jungwon like he had lost his mind.

"what the hell is wrong with you?"

"i should be asking you that." jungwon retorted. "why the hell were you kissing jake?"

you let out a groan before standing up. "i didn't do anything. blame your best friend."

he didn't respond to you causing you to look over at him. he still had a glare on his face as he stalked towards you like you were pray. you didn't move out of your spot as when he stopped in front of you. "you shouldn't have kissed him. you aren't his."

what the hell was that supposed to mean? you weren't jakes? did that mean you were his? you couldn't tell how he meant it. as a friend? more than a friend? you didn't think a friend would get mad at you for kissing some one. was jake right when he said jungwon liked you back?

"i didn't kiss jake." you told him when you recovered from his words. "he asked me if i trusted him. i stupidly said yes, and he kissed me. i didn't kiss him back, and i didn't even have a chance to push him away before you showed up." jungwon looks at you for a moment. once he could tell you were telling the truth, he moved away before trying to leave the room. "where are you going?"

"to kill jake." you flicked your wrist when jungwon opened the door causing the door to slam shut. you didn't only shock jungwon, but also yourself with that move. you never used magic on jungwon. he tried to open the door, but he knew it wouldn't budge until you opened it yourself. he turned to you with a look you haven't seen from him before. "open the door yn."

"no." you stand your ground. "you can't just throw me over your shoulder, tell me i'm not jakes, and then leave. what are you even going to do when you go back out there? yell at jake before going back to sarah?"

you let the words flow out of your mouth without even thinking about them. you weren't sure where this confidence was coming from. "maybe i should go back out there too. i could find jake, and we can finish what we started."

a low growl comes out of his mouth when he storms back to you. this time when he reaches you, his hand wraps around your hair, pulling your head back to look up at him. his eyes feline as he bent down to your level. "you are mine. do you understand me? mine."

"then prove it."

his hand tightens around your hair at your words before his lips slam into yours. the hand that isn't tangled in your hair grips your waist and pulls you closer to him. your hands move to grip his shirt as you kiss him back. his tongue slides past your lips before tangling with yours, causing a soft moan to escape. his grip on your waist tightens around your waist before he pulls away from you.

when he pulled back, he rested his head on yours. his eyes weren't feline anymore. the reality of what just happened hit you. your familiar kissed you. you kissed him back. and now that you have, you never wanted him to stop. his hand fell from your hair before brushing against your cheek.

"kitten." his lips brushed against yours as he spoke. "if you don't want this, you need to tell me to stop, and we'll forget this ever happened."

he was giving you the chance to back away. you stuttered for a moment, thinking that maybe he wanted to stop. but then you felt his erection pressing against your stomach. he wanted this just as much as you.

instead of responding to him, you leaned up, capturing his lips once again. jungwon got the message, kissing you back while his hands explored every inch of you. his hands slid under your shirt, slowly trailing up while his lips left yours before moving to your neck.

you let out a gasp when his hands cupped your breasts as he left a dark bruise on your neck. you gripped his shoulders to keep steady when he pulled his face away from your neck. he kissed you one last time before pulling away.

"are you sure you want this, yn?"

"i do." you instantly answered him, a desperate plea in your tone. "please, wonnie."

whatever hesitation jungwon had disappeared the moment you begged for him. you could see the shift in him, and it turned you on even more. "then get on your knees, kitten."

you did as he said, sitting on your knees before looking up at him. he let out a groan before his hand brushed your cheek. "always my perfect girl. listening to everything i say. isn't that right?" you nod your head at his question. "here's what gonna happen kitten. you're going to be a good girl and suck my cock before i have fun with that pretty pussy okay?"

you let out a whine at his words, not used to your familiar talking to you so crude. he could tell you loved it though by the subtle shift in your thighs. once you nodded your head, you watched as his hands went to his jeans. he unbuttons his jeans before sliding them and his boxers down his hips. you eyes widen as his dick springs out, but you didn't make any move towards him. not until he motioned you forward did you move.

one had rested on his thigh while the other one wrapped around his length. you pump his length a few times, earning a groan from jungwon before you leaned forward. you licked the underside of his length before placing his head in your mouth and sucking. you watched as jungwon threw his head back as you started to bob your head, using your hand for what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

"my sweet kitten- fuck." you nearly gagged when he thrusted into your mouth. his hand moved around to grip your hair again as he continued to move his hips. you kept your hands on his hips for stability. "are you going to let me cum in this pretty mouth, kitten?"

you moan at his words, feeling your eyes start to water. you could tell he was getting close from the sounds he was making. after a few more thrusts, you felt his release hit the back of your throat, making you gag. when he pulled away from you, you let out cough after you swallowed. you were catching you breath when you saw him bend down.

"open." you do as he says, opening your mouth to show him. "good girl."

your arms wrap around his neck as his lips press against yours. you try to get up, but you feel yourself being lifted by jungwon before you could. your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you over to bed. you felt your back hit the bed as jungwon laid you down. his teeth bite your bottom lip before he pulls away.

his hands grip the bottom of your shirt, and you sit up enough for him to pull it over your head. his lips attach to your neck, biting and marking every place his lips touch. you arch into his touch when his hands squeeze your breasts.

"so responsive, kitten."

his hands squeeze your breast again before he moves to unhook your bra. he slides it down your arms, throwing it before moving down your body. you let out a moan when his lips attach to your nipple, sucking harshly.

"fuck, wonnie."

he smirks against your breast, clearly loving the sounds that are coming out of you. he continues to bite and suck, leaving bruises all over your chest and stomach. he stops at the hem of your jeans and chuckles when you shift your hips.

"does my girl need some relief?"

"yes." you answer, jumping when he bits your thigh. "please wonnie."

he kneels down between your legs, quickly unbuttoning your pants before pulling them down your legs. his lips ghost up your thigh as he makes his way to your heat. "god, kitten. you're never wearing clothes around me again."

jungwon lifts your legs, placing them over his shoulder as he lines his face with your heat. he tests the waters, sticking his tongue out, tasting you and groaning as he does so. after a small whine from you, he finally gives you the relief you want. his tongue darts out again, easily finding your clit. you back arches when he flicks it before attaching his lips to it.

"fuck." you roll your hips against his face. the action causes a groan to come out of jungwon.

"i can't believe i waited so long to do this." he mumbles against you. "you taste so good, kitten."

he trails his fingers around your entrance before slowly pushing his index finger in. you squeeze around his finger as you adjust to him. your hands grip the sheets, a moan coming out of your mouth when he curls his finger.

"wonnie." you cry out when he eases a second finger inside of you. his speed increased while his tongue continued to move in patterns on your clit. you were a moaning mess beneath him, gripping his hair in your hand while he brought you closer to your climax. "wonnie, i- fuck."

you couldn't even fully warn him before you climaxed. jungwon tightened his grip on your waist, continuing his movements and not showing any signs of slowing down. you felt overly sensitive as you came down from your high, trying to pull away from jungwon. he open his eyes before looking up at you.

"you can handle one more, right kitten?" you found yourself nodding at his question before you could even think. "one more before i fill you with my cock."

you whine at his words. you feel jungwon smirk against you before his lips reattaches to your clit. you moan out his name again, completely losing yourself in his touch. it didn't take long at all for your second climax to build back up.

"wonnie, i'm-"

"i know, kitten." you hear him say. "you're going to be my perfect girl and cum all over my fingers again, aren't you?"

"yes." you moan out.

all it took was one more curl of jungwon's fingers before you climaxed again. he helped you through your high before pulling away from you. his lips ghost up your body before pressing against you lips. his tongue pushes through your lips, brushing against yours. he pulled away, giving you one last kiss before leaning up.

"roll over kitten." you do as he says and rolling over onto your stomach. jungwon grabs your waist, pulling you to where you were on your knees. you look over your shoulder when you hear rustling. he discarded the rest of his clothes before looking at you. his hands run over your ass before kneading the flesh. "who does this ass belong to yn? does it belong to jake?"

you jump slightly when his hand lands on your cheek. "no."

"then who does it belong to?"

"you." he slaps your ass again at your answer.

"i didn't quite catch that kitten."

"you, wonnie." you whine. he groans in satisfaction, running his hands over the spot he spanked.

"that's right. so what aren't we going to let jake do again?"

"kiss me." you answer, jumping when he spanked you. you look in confusion to see him clearly waiting for the right answer. "touch me?" he spanked you again. you let out a whine of frustration as he slid his dick through your folds. "anything because he's not you?"

"good girl." you let out a loud moan when jungwon entered you in one smooth thrust. he stills, allowing you a moment to adjust. he leans forward, pressing kisses along your spine. "do you feel how well your pussy takes me kitten? like she knew she was mine this whole time."

you whimper at his words, silently begging him to move. you shift your hips as you try to get him to move. he gets the message, tightly gripping your waist before he pulls almost completely out of you. he slams back into you full force, a choked moan coming out of you at his speed. if he didn't have such a good grip on you, you don't think you would be able to hold yourself up- even if you were pretty sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow.

"fuck wonnie."

"does that feel good?"

"s-so good."

the only thing that could be heard was the slapping of skin, along with the two of your moans. you didn't think he could possible go any faster, but he did the closer he got to his climax. he let out a groan when you squeezed him. "fuck, kitten. i'm not- fuck."

his hand left your hip when you squeezed him again. you gasp as his hand finds your clit, rubbing harshly and bringing you close to your climax. "wonnie. please."

"come on, kitten." jungwon leaned forward again, kissing your shoulder. "let me feel you cum all over me."

you felt tears prick your eyes as you climax for the third time- his name falling from your lips. he groans when you squeeze him, bringing him to his own climax. you feel him fill you before he pulls out of you. he catches you when your legs finally give out on you, helping you lay down.

"you did so good, kitten." he whispers as he presses light kisses to your face, ending on your lips. "i didn't hurt you, did i?"

you shook your head, a small smile gracing your lips as you looked at him. "no, wonnie. you didn't hurt me."

a yawn came out of your mouth, the exhaustion of your guys activities finally hitting you. jungwon leaned down, kissing your forehead.

"rest kitten. i'll take care of you."

you let out a soft groan, wiping the sleep from your eyes before blinking them open. you freeze, not recognizing the room you were in until it hit you. you were in jungwon's room. a room that you don't normally come in unless necessary because he's very particular about scents. but here you were, in his bed. you look down to also see that you were in one of his shirts.

you remember faintly what happened after jungwon gave you the best night of your life. he helped clean you up before redressing you. he wanted to leave heeseung's, but you couldn't remember why. you do remember him hissing at jake when he stepped to close to you as he was carrying you to the car. you fell asleep in the car, and don't remember anything after that.

you shift slightly, feeling an arm tighten around your waist. you turn your head to see jungwon tucked into your back. his breathing shallow as he sleeps next to you. he frowned when you shifted again, and in his sleep, his tail moved to slide around your bare thigh.

maybe in jake's drunken stupor he was right. maybe jungwon did feel the same. you really hoped so at least, and it wasn't just sex. if it was just sex to him, he wouldn't have taken care of you while you were asleep. he wouldn't have changed you into his clothes before putting you in his bed. he wouldn't be wrapped around you like he didn't want you to leave if it was just sex. you really hoped so because you wouldn't survive it was just sex.

before you could go down that road, your bladder stopped you. you really had to use the bathroom. you struggled, gently unwrapping his tail before his arm. you shifted closer to the edge of the bed before sitting up. right as you sat up, jungwon's arm wrapped around you again, pulling you to him. you land back on the bed with a yelp before looking up at jungwon who was hovering over you.

"where are you going kitten?"

you swallow when his nose brushes yours. "i- um. bathroom."

"you sure about that?" he teased, noticing your stuttering. you flush before nodding your head. he moved off of you to lay next to you. "use mine."

you look over at him in shock, but didn't ask him why as you got back up. the only time you were ever in his bathroom was before you moved in here. you turn on the light, shutting the door before doing your business. you looked in the mirror after you were done, expecting that you would look a mess since you didn't take your make up off last night. your hair was slightly messed up from sleeping, but there wasn't any makeup on your face. did jungwon take off your makeup?

you leave the bathroom, more confused than when you came in there. you see him laying in bed, back facing you. you thought he fell asleep again, but he shifted when you heard you walk back in the room. he lifted his arm, silently calling you back to him.

"did you take off my makeup?" you ask as you shuffle back towards him.

"yes. you hate sleeping in your makeup." he shrugged like it was nothing. you felt your heart flip at his words. he really did take care of you while you were asleep.

as soon as your thighs brushed the bed, jungwon lifted up the blankets for you. you hesitantly slid back in and pulled the covers over you before laying on your back, looking at the ceiling. you hear him chuckle causing you to look over at him. he was resting on his arm, looking down at you with an amused look.

"what's wrong kitten?" he questions. "you look nervous. you weren't nervous last night."

you roll your eyes at his innuendo. "i'm not nervous."

"then what are you?"

"confused." you answer hesitantly. he watches you as you look away from him. "you told me a hundred times never to come in your room, but here i am. in your room. in your bed. after using your bathroom."

jungwon shifts closer to you, moving his hand to play with yours. "ask me why i asked you to not come in here."

"why?" you ask after a moment.

"i couldn't deal with your scent in here." he answered. you furrowed your brows in confusion, sort of hurt from that sentence. "i'm already tortured by your sweet scent everywhere else in this apartment. i needed somewhere safe, or i was going to do something crazy."

"crazy like?"

"last night." he looked up at you when you snatched your hand away from him. you looked away, but not quick enough for him to see you blink back tears.

you move away from him, trying to get out of the bed. "i knew it just sex for you."

"hey." he grabbed your waist, stopping you again from getting up. you struggled, trying to pry his arm off of you, but it was useless. he pulled you back to him. "it was not just sex for me."

"you just said it was crazy." you sniffle, still not looking at him.

"i meant the part where i threw you over my shoulder in the middle of the party." he clarified. "not the part where we had sex."

"so you don't regret it?" you ask, finally looking over at him. he removed his hand from your waist, cupping your cheeks and wiping a few stray tears.

"no." he answered. "i wish our first time wouldn't have been in the middle of a party, but i don't regret it. nor would i change a thing. i meant everything that happened last night."

you nod your head, believing him. he smiled at you before leaning down and catching your lips with his. unlike last night, the kiss was soft and unrushed. you lift up your hand, brushing it along his fluffy cat ear. he pulls you closer to him before settling in between your legs. his tongue tangles with yours as his hands explored your body.

"you belong to me." jungwon whispers against your lips as he pulls away. his fingers grip your thigh, running over an old scar. "all your scars? mine." you jump, a gasp coming out of your mouth when he cups your heat. "this pussy? mine." his hand then trailed up before tapping your chest. "this heart? mine. just like mine belongs to you."

your eyes widen at his confession. "wonnie-"

"i knew i was yours the moment we met." he told you, brushing your hair behind your ear. "i'll never forget it. the way you looked at me with those wide eyes. i knew i was a goner. i knew that i would do anything you asked me to just so i could stay by your side."

your at a loss for words. not like he gives you a chance anyway because he kisses you again. you pull him closer, melting in his embrace. his lips pulled away when you needed oxygen. he kissed the corner of your mouth before trailing down your jaw.

"the first thing i felt when i conjured you was fear." you mumble, smiling when he chuckles against your neck. "it wasn't because i was scared of you. i was scared of how you made me feel. what 16 year old girl falls in love with her hybrid familiar?"

you feel his lips stop kissing your neck when his words hit him. he pulls back, looking down at you. "please tell me you meant to say that."

"say what, wonnie?" you ask, a teasing hint to your voice. a whine slips past his lips at the teasing. "i wouldn't have said it if i didn't mean it."

"say it again. please."

"i love you, jungwon." as soon as the words leave your mouth, his lips pressed to yours. his hands cup your cheeks as he tried to get closer to you. his lips stayed against yours until your lungs felt like they were going to explode.

"i love you, yn." he told you as he pulled away. you let out a relieved breath that he felt the same. "i love you so much, kitten. seeing you with jake last night nearly killed me."

"so did me seeing you with sarah." you told him. you watched as his features turned to confusion.

"who's sarah?"

"the bitch you were with last night." you answered. "she was all over you."

you watch as jungwon smiled at you. you then realized the mistake of your words. "jealous, kitten?"

"i hate you." you grumble, upset you fell into his trap.

"no you don't." he smiled before kissing you. "you love me."

"i change my mind." you laugh as he gasps at you.

"take it back." you shake your head. you scream when his hands attack your sides. you try to move away from him, but his legs were trapping you.

"stop!"

"tell me you love me."

"i love you." his hands froze when the words left your lips. you gasp for air as he smiles down at you.

"sarah means nothing to me. in fact, i can't stand her." jungwon told you. "jake told me to let her flirt with me to see if you would get jealous, so i did. hated every second of it. then to top it off, when i looked at you, jake was kissing you."

"he asked me if i wanted to make you jealous." you tell him. "that's why he asked me to trust him. i really didn't think he would kiss me."

"idiot." jungwon grumbled. you laugh at his pout, reaching up and kissing his pouting lips. he responded instantly, slightly groaning against your lips.

jungwon's hands traveled down your sides before slipping under your shirt. you sigh into the kiss as his hands explore your stomach before traveling to your chest. he squeezes your chest causing a moan to slip past your lips. you lift your hips, brushing your core against his already hard erection.

"you're not too sore, are you?" jungwon asked as he pulled away.

"no." you answered with a shake of your head. "please. i need you."

"fuck kitten." he groans before kissing you. his hands play with your nipples until you're moaning into his mouth. his lips leave yours before pulling up your shirt and attaching his lips to your breasts.

"wonnie." you moan at the contact.

his hand squeezes your other breast while his other travels to your underwear. he runs his finger along the top of your underwear, smirking when you moan at the contact. "you're already soaked, kitten."

"please wonnie."

he pushes your underwear to the side, playing with your clit with his thumb while his index finger teases your entrance. you moan at the stretch when his finger pushes inside of you. he takes his time, allowing you to adjust before adding a second finger. you arch your chest into his mouth when he curls his fingers.

he speeds up, loving the moans that are coming out of your mouth for him. he looks up, seeing your eyes sealed shut as you lose yourself to the pleasure. he lifts away from your breast before moving back up your body. his lips press against yours, swallowing all of your sounds.

"god, you sound so pretty, kitten. i love how responsive you are for me." he praises. you squeeze around his fingers at the compliment. "does my girl like being praised?"

"wonnie." you whine. "i- i'm close."

"i know, sweet girl." he curls his fingers again and again until you saw stars. you gripped onto his bare shoulder as he brought you to your climax. he kissed all over your face as you recovered. "you look so beautiful when you cum, kitten."

you blush, shyly pushing him away. he laughs at your embarrassment of his words. he eases his fingers out of you causing you to moan at the loss. you watch him as he moves his hand to his mouth, sucking on his fingers that were just inside of you. he groans at the taste of you before pulling his fingers out of his mouth and replacing it with yours.

you kiss him back while your hands slip into his sweats. he jerks into your hand, moaning into your mouth when your hand wraps around him. you stroke him gently, feeling him relax at the feeling. soon, he pulls your hand away before stripping you out of your underwear. he slips his sweats down enough to get his dick out before looking at you.

"are you sure you're not too sore?"

you shake your head. "i'm not. please fuck me."

he wraps his hand around his dick, running it through your folds and getting a moan out of you before he slid the tip in. unlike last night, he doesn't push fully in. he moves inch by inch, making sure you're okay before he continues. he groans, pressing his forehead to yours once he's flush against your hips.

"you feel so good kitten." he kisses you.

"fuck, wonnie." you beg, shifting your hips. "please move."

he does as you ask, thrusting slowly at first before he speeds up. you claw down his back as he speeds up even more. "fuck, w-wonnie. i love you."

"i love you kitten. so much." he responds, loosing himself in pleasure like you were. he moved your thighs to wrap around him, allowing him to go in deeper. you moan at the feeling of him. "i can feel you squeezing around me kitten. are you close?"

you nod your head. "y-yes. i'm close."

at your answer, he speeds up, chasing his high with you. his hand starts rubbing your clit, and you cry out as he brings you to your climax. he lets out a curse before spilling into you right after. he all but collapses on top of you as you both try to catch your breath.

once he recovers, he kisses you while praising you. "you always do so good for me kitten. i'm never going to get tired of you."

"you promise?"

"i promise." you kiss him again at his promise. he kisses you back before slipping out of you. you groan into his mouth as he pulls away. "i'll be right back."

he gets off of you, fixing his sweats before disappearing into the bathroom. after a minute, he returns with a warm rag, cleaning you up before tucking you back in bed. he slides in beside you. you lift up your arm when he cuddles into you, resting his head on your chest as his legs tangle with yours. you stroke his hair. he relaxes into you, as you do him, but there was something missing.

"do the thing." you speak up.

"yn-" jungwon groans, but you stop him.

"if you love me, you'll do it." you hear jungwon let out a sigh of defeat. you smile when you hear the soft purring coming from him. you kiss his head. "i love you wonnie."

"i love you too, kitten."

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lovetei · 2 months ago

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hello! I love your work and I wanted to request (if it's possible) the continuation of that ask where the brothers get their backs blown by Dom!MC, I would like to see the same scenario with the undateables instead because that first ask WAS SOO GOOD

I forgot what work this is, how can I forget my own work 😭

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MC was affected by this mysterious potion that makes them crave for some back-breaking fuck

Warnings: No proofreading, grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes, smut, no censoring, reader is Implied to be wearing strap or having cock (a big one), fingering them, wrong use of car hood, choking, air deprivation, wrong use of ties, ovestimulation

Parts: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist, Rules

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DIAVOLO

He was busy signing paperworks in his room

Then you suddenly bursted in

You look... Disheveled

Your pupils are blown and your eyes are unfocused

You tried to wave it off, but he can be quiet good at extracting information

Oh, so you ate that.

Fuck

"Nghhh!!~ Ah— Hon!" He has good physique so he thought there would be no problem with helping you solve your...problem. You slapped your palm on his mouth and pounded harder.

"Mhm! Mhmpp!!" he's crying, he's fucking crying. You're abusing his hole so much, it hurts. His large hands gripped the metal bars of his bed, trying to get away just to be pulled back by the hair, "Don't do that, Hon..." You said in such a condescending tone while leaning on his shoulder.

BARBATOS

He's just peacefully cooking in the kitchen when you entered

And started eating every ingredient you find on sight

This is why he told you to not eat anything you see without knowing what it is first...

He felt like a common whore. Laying side ways on the messy counter, clothes still on with his pants just pulled down enough for a quick fuck, like a dirty sex bunny. He gripped the edge of the counter, "Haa~ ah— hic! Slow d-down...!" His tongue was lolled out and drool escaped on the corner of his mouth "Y-You're going to— AUGH!!~ dislocate my hips!!~"

His hands immediately slapped on his mouth as soon as you started ramming harder. With such big cock slammed in his poor hole and your finger pressing so rough on that one spot, cum oozed down his cock and added to the puddle on the floor.

SIMEON

Huh?

Oh no! MC, maybe there's another way.

None, so you bent him over.

"T-This is ugh!!~~ cruel~!" His tongue lolled out in such a lewd way. Your cock plunged deep, and deep and deep in him as you hold him up in the air, legs bent to touch his chest.

"Why are you acting so holy now, angel~" you dropped him on the bed and lifted his hips, just how he likes it. His glasses fell upwards as he let out a moan meant for porn "You like this position right?~"

He nodded feverishly, "Mhm hm!~ The bestt— Ngh!!~~" What a well trained slut.

SOLOMON

Oh this...

This is all too familiar...

He just...

He just got pounded yesterday...

He can't possibly-

"AaAhhh— Can't b-breath! N-Noo—" just as he was clawing at your arm that is tightly wrapped around his neck, your hand pressed on his cock head, blocking his cum from coming out.

He looked at you in disbelief "Y-You won't do that... I... I've been getting punished since yesterday you won't—" as you give his ass a last thrust, right into his prostate. He felt his balls tightening and he arched his back screaming. "Let go! A-Ahh!~ please I'm begging y-yOu!!"

MEPHISTOPHELES

How I-is that supposed to be any of his business.

You ate that because you wanted to!

Yes, he handed it to you! It's not like he knows it has his much effect...

It's pathetic, utterly pathetic how wide he's spreading his legs for you, how hard he's gripping your shoulders for leverage because he's sure he would move away from you from how hard you're pounding him, and that's the least thing he wanted.

"H-Hate me you said! Y-You said you hate me!!~~" He was just pouting nonsense, it's always like this, good dick turns them dumb. He was sobbing, tearing up "I-Is that why— AUGH!~ you're b-bullying me..?!~~"

RAPHAEL

How unfortunate he is to be your target reliever

To be honest, you haven't tainted him as much as the others

So maybe... This is a good chance

He didn't know how you convinced him to wear it, this heavy metal collar and chain leash it's... "Raphael~ where does it hurt? Does it hurt here?" You teased while pointing at his cock.

"J-Just be quick..." He held his cock between his thighs as if protecting it from any further stimulation making you snicker. He then leaned down, his face planted on the pillow. Oh~ he's a fast learner.

THIRTEEN

This is insane

At first, she laughed at you

And then...

She felt the danger

She's moaning so desperately, how unlike of her. "P-Pounding so rough!!~ show some r-respect!" her words are muffled behind the thick blanket she kept her face covered with. "Huuuhh??~" Your tone is degrading as your pace quickened.

"Knowing you're the one who offered your cunt, you sure talk big about respect." you heard her growl making you chuckle as you slap her ass. "You seem to like that blanket so much, you should take it as my gift. I'll—" Pound "Make sure to leave my scent in it."

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me smut #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me mephistopheles #obey me raphael #obey me thirteen

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justauthoring · 2 months ago

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Kitchen Encounters

Request: opla sanji !! \/ \/ Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: OPLA!Sanji Vinsmoke x F!Reader

A/N: I normally don't do requests without actual story ideas but I needed to feed the OPLA!Sanji girlies :)

Word Count: 1,201

You've guessed it - this isn't spell checked :) (Also, Taz looks so good in this GIF???)

"Here. Like this."

You can feel the warmth of Sanji's chest press into your back. His whole body swarms you, enveloping you in his tender embrace. If you weren't you, and you didn't feel the way you did, you imagined this would feel quite lovely.

Calming even.

However, it is the complete opposite for you in that moment. In fact, you're starting to fear that Sanji can feel the erratic race of your heart. You're only thankful he can't see your face all that clearly, because it would be mortifying for him to see just how hot your cheeks have grown.

And it isn't even just the way you can feel the hardness of his chest or how warm he is or how his body swallows you completely -- it's the way his breath dances across the shell of your ear and the side of your neck as he speaks. He's saying what you imagine is important steps to remember for the recipe he's trying to teach you, but you can't even begin to focus on listening.

How could you? When he was making you feel this way?

Eventual, the low hum of his voice stops and you realize that if you don't move, he'll most likely be concerned. So, with shaky hands and barely having heard any of his instructions, you attempt to cut the vegetables.

You can tell it's wrong instantly.

"N-No, love," Sanji cuts in, voice still soft and patient (and still sending shivers down your spine). He reaches forward, still surrounding you, taking the knife from your hands. It's then he notices just how shaky they are.

"Are you nervous?" He asks, and tilts his body so he can look at you from the side. Your eyes meet his, briefly, before you turn away, tucking your chin in in a futile effort not to let him see how flustered you are. "There's no reason to be nervous. I won't--"

"No, no," you cut, maybe a little too desperately. "No, not nervous. Just... um, well, I'm a little cold. That's all."

Sanji finally steps back, and you try not to make the sag of relief your body falls in so obvious. There's a puzzled expression on his face as he glances around the kitchen. "Cold?" He frowns, as if the mere idea of you being cold is the worst thing he can let happen. "I try to keep the kitchen warm... Maybe we should stop. I don't want you to--"

"No," you say, again, cursing yourself for the squeak of your voice. "I-I mean, it's okay, Sanji." You force a smile to your lips, meeting his eyes finally as you gesture back to the ingredients laid out on the table. "I told you I wanted to help with dinner, didn't I? I'd like to continue. If you don't mind."

Sanji hesitates, eyes flickering across your face.

"Are you sure?" He asks, ever the gentleman. "Your face looks a little flushed... Maybe you're coming down with a cold? I can make you some tea."

(It's then you decide you're going to kill Nami for ever convincing you this was a good idea.)

He steps past you, with the intention of dropping everything just for your comfort, but you grab onto him before he can. Your fingers slip around the edge of his sleeve, and he halts instantly, glancing down at you in bafflement.

"I-I'm not sick," you assure, insides twisting with nerves at what you're about to say. This whole idea was crumbling down around you.

Nami had told you this would be a good way of getting to spend more time with Sanji. Also a way to get to know him better. Help him with something he enjoys, she'd suggested, like cooking dinner!

It was a good idea. Great, even. Or, it would be if you could get your feelings for Sanji under control for longer than ten seconds. You just couldn't help it! He was so chivalrous with everything he did. If it wasn't dropping everything and anything for you, it was the way he called you 'love' or the way he'd smile at you.

It never failed to make your heart race and your mind blank.

You'd been in love with the man the very first time your eyes met his way back in the baratie, and you'd been hopeless about it since.

"I just... oh god, this is so embarrassing," you pout, eyes falling to your feet.

Sanji steps towards you, allowing your grip on him to ease as he smiles down at you. "What is it, Y/N?" He asks, voice soft and gentle and so understanding. "What ever it is, you can tell me."

Meeting his eyes, you only see warmth and kindness staring back at you. Sanji is all too patient with you as you work the words out in your brain.

"I just... You make me flustered..." You whisper, avoiding his eyes again. Your free hand clenches, twisting in nerves. "I wanted to spend time with you... but I... please don't make me say it."

There's a echo of silence, eventually, your head tilts back up to look at him, fearing the worse. Only, Sanji's staring down at you with parted lips and wide eyes.

Your heart plummets.

"Oh god, I've made you uncomfortable!" You breathe, panicked as both hands fall to your face, humiliated. "I'm sorry, Sanji. I just--"

Fingers wrap around your wrists, gently prying your hands from your face. Your words fall flat, lips left parted as slowly you see Sanji staring back at you. He's still shocked, but he's shaking his head.

"No, Y/N, I just..." And he hesitates, struggling as you had to find the words. "I just didn't think you'd felt the same as me."

It takes your brain approximately three seconds to process and understand what Sanji's just said. When it does, your eyes widen;

"What?"

"I like you too, Y/N," he breathes, hands still wrapped around your wrists, "if that's what you meant."

Lips parting, you nod. "I... I--yes."

The shock on his face eases into something akin to relief and joy, a gentle smile curling on his lips as he lets go of your hands to brush back a strand of loose hair from your face. You tense at the touch, cheeks warming as you blink up at him.

"I can hardly believe it," he mumbles, eyes crinkling at the corners with happiness. "Now I know why you always get so flustered around me."

You blink, registering that his endearing confession ended with a slight tease at you.

"Hey!" You call, blinking out of your own stupor as he laughs in response. "Don't make fun of me!"

"I wasn't," he assures with ease. "I always thought it was adorable."

You flush even more.

Hands pressing to your face, once again, you let out a whine; "I never should've told you."

Sanji simply just pulls your hands away, again, shaking his head. "I'm glad you did. And don't hide from me. I want to see your pretty face," you let out another cry as Sanji chuckles once more. "Now, should we finish with dinner or are your hands still too shaky?"

"Sanji!"

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starkwlkr · 11 months ago

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Can I request some hung with old man Logan? Something domestic or soemthing like reader baking for him. I love reading fics of Logan and reader being an old married couple

just the two of us | old man logan

an: anon ily for this request old man Logan needs more love <3 credit to pinterest for the gif btw this doesn’t follow the logan storyline so i added laura hope that’s ok!! sorry if there’s an spelling mistakes!

reader and logan live in a nice little cozy home because i said so 😍

“Taste.” You held the wooden spoon up to your husband’s mouth. Logan sighed, he knew you weren’t going to let him walk away without tasting the brownie batter so he licked the spoon.

For a while you had been craving brownies. While Logan was out working, you and Laura drove to the city to pick up the ingredients to make brownies. It was a fun small girls trip until it was time to come back home. Laura had helped you mix everything together until she got tired, she then decided to go up to her room to watch cartoons. You continued working on the brownies by yourself, that’s when Logan had arrived from work and now here you were giving him a taste test.

“So?” You waited for an answer.

“Bub, you are the best baker in this whole town, city, state, planet.” Logan was going to dip his finger in the batter until you slapped it away.

“No! You’re going to wait like the rest of us, but I did tell Laura she could have the first brownie so just wait.” You told him.

Logan groaned and walked to the kitchen sink and washed his hands. “How was your day?”

Logan always asked about you day. It didn’t matter if you stayed home and read a book or did some gardening, he wanted to know.

“Good. Laura and I read a new book, we went to buy ingredients to make brownies and now my old man is home so I’d say it’s been a pretty good day.” You started to pour the brownie batter into a pan.

He didn’t mind you calling him old man, in fact, he loved it. Yeah, he wasn’t as young as he used to be, but you still loved him. You did admit to him many times that the grey hair was a turn on for you, which made him laugh.

Before you could react, Logan quickly dipped his finger in the batter and licked it clean.

“James! Don’t you dare do it again!” You scolded him. “These are for Laura too.”

“Come on, Laura’s not going to know that I ate some batter,” Logan leaned on the counter next to you. “I’ve been thinking. .”

“Oh no, that’s concerning.” You teased, finishing up with the brownies and putting them in the oven. You turned to face him then wrap your arms around him, bring him closer to you.

Logan chuckled at your response. “I’ve been thinking about taking you and Laura to some place nice. We can do that family shit you always talk about.”

You laugh at his choice of words. “Family shit, yeah that’s what I said.”

“Tomorrow then, I’ll drive us to the nicest place you’ve ever seen, get some ice cream, watch a movie, whatever you want.” Logan leaned in closer, you doing the same.

Before your lips could touch, Laura interrupted you asking about the brownies.

“Not yet, my love, I just put them in. I’ll call you when they’re done,” You pulled away making Logan groan. Laura nodded then ran up to her room. You noticed the frown on his face so you quickly gave him his after work kiss. “Don’t be so sad, old man, the neighbor’s kid wants to have a sleepover with Laura this weekend so it’ll just be the two of us.” Logan definitely liked the sound of that.

Half an hour later, the brownies were ready. Laura took several with her to her room while you and Logan took a plate outside to the patio where your porch swing was. It was a beautiful evening, it wasn’t too hot or too cold, and now you were ending the night beside your husband eating some homemade brownies.

“I think Laura is going to ask you for a dog.” You mention, scooting closer to Logan and laying your head on his chest. You held a brownie up to him so he could take a bite.

“No, we are not getting a dog.” He said.

“It would be nice, you know . . .” You bit the brownie after Logan.

“Is this why you made brownies? You want me to get you and Laura a dog?” He looked down at you.

“No, but can you?”

He sighed defeatedly. “I’ll think about it.”

#marvel fluff #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #wolverine fluff #wolverine x reader #logan howlett oneshot #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett imagine #logan howlett #wolverine fanfiction

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a-hermit-pining · 3 months ago

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LaDS in Hogwarts AU

AN: Hi anon, thank you for requesting. This was an awesome one to write. Some of these could be multi chaptered but alas I am a woman of few words and even meagre attention span.

Request: a request!! harry potter au :D love and deepspace and harry potter are my two favourites ^^ thank you!!!

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn reader

Ingredients: 100% Fluff (damn, this is rare)

My Fav: Sylus and Caleb...this is a trend (tell me which ones you like pls)

Xavier:

He is the legacy Slytherin. Pureblood prince of a faraway kingdom, the kind with a family vault older than the castle and buildings named after them.

He sleeps through class but still scores the highest. Doesn’t take notes, but his potions always come out textbook perfect, somehow even better than the textbook.

Even Snape, ever the grump, seems to favor him.

He was your enemy. At least, he was supposed to be.

The nepo baby. The one who walked into Hogwarts with an heirloom wand and a last name that made professors stand up straighter.

You, who ran away from home for magic, scraping together acceptance letters and scholarships, walking into the castle with nerves and nothing else. You, who earned your place.

You hated him. Hated how the system seemed built for boys like him. How Slytherin’s points climbed every time he so much as blinked. How he didn’t fight for the respect he got. He just had it.

And worst of all? He was nice.

Quietly. Gently. Infuriatingly nice.

He held doors open without thinking. Helped carry books for first-years. Always paired with the struggling students in class because, “Well, they need a win, don’t they?”

He never rubbed it in. Never gloated. Never treated you like you were less, which made it worse, somehow. Because you wanted to hate him. Needed to.

But then he looked at you, really looked at you, and smiled like you were someone worth smiling at.

And that… was the beginning of the end.

Rafayel:

You sighed when yet another chair was dragged next to yours at the Hogwarts staff table. At this rate, they might just push you off the end completely.

But alas, such is the fate of a muggle-subjects professor in a school where “Calculus” might as well be a curse word. You’re used to the disinterest, the disapproval. The dark arts will always win over derivatives.

You’re halfway through mentally drafting your resignation letter when the new professor takes his seat, by replacing his legs with an enormous siren tail and dramatically splashing half your legroom away.

"Hello," he says, smiling with too many teeth. "Rafayel. Art professor. Lovely to meet you."

You stare. Shake his webbed hand. Stammer your name.

And then it hits you.

Arts. No magic.

Another outsider. Well—not quite the same. But close enough.

To your complete dismay, Rafayel’s subject is met with none of the disdain yours is. Students flock to his class like he’s handing out enchanted paintbrushes dipped in prophecy. Somehow, he’s the cool muggle professor.

You want to be mad.

But he keeps bringing you snacks during staff meetings. And drawing you in charcoal between grading.

So maybe you forgive him. A little.

Zayne:

“Classroom windows need to be elevated above the two-foot mark,” the man drones, leading you through Hogwarts like he built it himself.

The Ministry has to be trolling you. There’s no other explanation for sending him again.

Zayne. The most regulation-obsessed official alive. The man who’s turned passive-aggression into an Olympic sport.

“Yes, of course, Zayne,” you smile with false sweetness. “Filch and I will get right on it.” (Translation: I will do it while Filch glares and mutters about unions.)

He ignores you. Of course he does. Groundskeepers aren’t worth Ministry time.

Then he stops, turns, and hands you a thick folder. “Every storage hinge in the castle needs to be updated to a new spell protocol. Instructions inside.”

You want to hurl it at his head.

Instead, you smile. “Got it.”

What you don’t know: Zayne spent weeks compiling that list. Researching every obscure policy he could dig up.

All just to have an excuse to come talk to you.

He even bribed Filch to stay out of the way.

So that later, when you’re elbow-deep in cursed cabinet screws, he can show up with dinner.

Professionally, of course.

He’s not an amateur.

Sylus:

The newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was… a piece of work.

Many a student, mostly girls, a few brave boys, and one very dramatic portrait on the third floor, called him a work of art.

You agreed.

Which was fair, considering you hired him.

Sylus. Your oldest friend. Keeper of far too many of your secrets. Former war general, occasional assassin, and man bound by an ancient oath not to die. Because of course he is.

Was it an HR nightmare? Absolutely.

Did it matter? Not even a little.

You’re the principal with the most peaceful term Hogwarts has seen in decades. No cursed classrooms. No dark lords. No goblin incidents in the West Tower.

They can’t afford to question your hiring decisions, not when it’s working. Even if “working” currently includes the students placing bets on whether the two of you are dating, dueling, or doomed.

There are whispers. Screams, really. Squeals in the hallways every time Sylus leans a little too close during staff meetings. Every time he calls you, by your name, letting go of the official address, with that knowing smile that turns half the seventh-years into puddles.

You pretend not to notice. You also pretend not to see the doodles left behind in your healing arts studies classroom, little hearts drawn in ink, a chemical formula twisted cleverly into your ship name.

"Ten points to Ravenclaw," you murmur with a smirk, holding up the notebook for him to see.

Caleb:

They called it the sweetest story in Diagon Alley.

The Quidditch coach who kept showing up at the same little pub after every match, “for the butterbeer,” he claimed.

(He absolutely couldn’t handle it. Turned red after two sips. Giggled after three. Once tried to do a victory dance and knocked over an entire broom display.)

And the innkeeper, you, who always kept a room open. “Just in case,” you said, as if he wasn’t the reason you looked out the window every Friday night.

Together, you became the unofficial mom and dad to every half-injured, half-homesick player who passed through. Post-win snacks. Pep talks before tryouts. Holiday dinners for those who didn’t go home.

You weren’t just a couple. Your relationship was a blessing.

So of course, when Caleb finally proposed, it had to be with the team. After a big win. Pub packed, cheers echoing off the enchanted ceiling.

He slipped the ring into your butterbeer. A cute idea, in theory.

But you’d just taken a deep sip when he got down on one knee.

Cue: choking, gasping, sputtering.

Half the league panicked. Someone shouted, “She’s dying!” And Caleb, red-faced and frantic, performed the Heimlich in front of two full tables of junior league athletes and at least one reporter.

The ring did come out. Eventually.

You said yes, coughing.

He cried anyway. Ugly, happy, overjoyed tears.

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munsonsmixtapes · 8 months ago

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Under Your Spell

vampire!eddie x werewolf!steve x witch!fem!reader

summary: you’re making a potion for your shop and it turns out you need a lock of hair from a werewolf and a drop of blood from a vampire. Lucky for you, your boyfriends happen to be just that, but they’re not going to give in so easily.

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) knotting, blood drinking, oral (f and m receiving) voyeurism, unprotected sex (wrap it before you smack it) anal, dom!eddie

This is in collaboration with the always lovely @lillypad910 who actually came up with idea!

You locked the door as soon as the last customer left your shop, pulling on the door to make sure it was truly locked before heading to the back room where your potion was waiting for you. A love potion that you were planning on selling to get more customers through the door. At the rate you were going, you’d have to sell the place and you didn’t like the idea of someone else owning the shop you lived above.

You closed and locked the door tthat was at the back of the shop just in case a certain someone came snooping around for your spell books even though they were no use to him. Really, he just liked to bother you, loving to see how you worked.

You also just wanted the privacy, always getting distracted when your boyfriends were around. It didn’t matter whether they were trying to help or to get you out of your work space, it was hard to get anything done. You had given in too many times and now you needed to focus.

You grabbed the correct spell book from your bookcase then headed over to the table where your cauldron was sitting, using your magic to turn on the heat before flipping through the pages to find what you needed. Once you got to the page, you read over the ingredients list before grabbing them from the cabinet where they were all kept.

You slowly added everything into the cauldron and mixed it to together, noticing that it wasn’t turning to the correct color, wondering what you were missing.

You turned back to the book and ran over the recipe one more time, seeing that you didn’t have a hair from a werewolf nor a drop of blood from a vampire. That had to be it. Lucky for you, you knew exactly where to get both of those.

You exited your lair and hurried up the set of stairs that were across from it that lead up to the apartment that you shared with your boyfriends. As soon as you got up there, though, you saw that they were cuddled up on the couch, watching your favorite movie without you.

You slowly crept up to the back of the couch and crouched down, only popping up with a loud “boo” coming from your mouth when there was a jump scare on the screen.

Both of the men screamed in response, but let out sighs of relief as they realized it was only you, letting go of each other to fully turn to face you.

“Hey, honey,” Steve greeted, a large grin breaking out on his face.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie smiled, his hand reaching up to cup your face. “I think I deserve some sugar for that scare.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned down, pressing your lips to his only to hear your other boyfriend whining for a kiss of his own. You turned to Steve and gave him exactly what he wanted. He smiled against your lips and you pulled away before he was ready, hearing another whine fall from his lips.

“So, are you done for the night?” Eddie asked, the two of you ignoring Steve. You didn’t know why you were nervous to ask them. It was just a favor and being your boyfriends, you would have assumed that they would jump at the chance to help you out, especially with something that had to do with your business.

“Well,” you drew out the word as you took one of each of their hands and swayed them back and forth in the air. “I have a potion that I need to finish and it seems I’m missing two ingredients.”

“What ingredients are you missing, sweet pea?” Steve asked, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it.

You took a deep breath before answering, suddenly feeling nervous about the whole thing. “I need a hair from a werewolf,” you reached up and stroked Steve’s hair, giving his scalp a little scratch and he leaned into your touch, soaking it up. “And a drop of blood from a vampire,” you turned to Eddie, your hand still in Steve’s hair. You brought your other hand up to rest on Eddie’s cheek, your thumb swiping across his lip the way you knew he liked.

Steve was immediately on board, nodding furiously. He was always going above and beyond to please you, wanting to do whatever you asked just to see that beautiful smile of yours. Eddie, though, always took more convincing. He wanted you to beg, to plead, needing much more convincing than his boyfriend did.

“Of course, what-“ Steve started to say, but Eddie put his hand up to stop him.

“Not so fast,” Eddie shook his head. “We’d like something in return.” His eyes were darkening as he stared at you and you knew exactly what he was wanting, but you thought you wanted to hear him say it. To ask, to beg, like he was always making you do. After all, you could go to just any vampire and werewolf to get what you needed.

“And what’s that?” You asked, your thumb sliding between his lips. You were playing dumb and hoping, praying he’d take the bait.

“I think you know what,” he replied, removing your hand from his face, fighting the urge to put your whole thumb into his mouth and suck on it until he couldn’t possibly anymore.

“Tell me anyway,” you demanded, your tone getting even more flirty as your hand traveled down to his hair, picking up a curl and twirling it around your pointer finger.

“You have to fuck us in return.” His voice was hoarse, demanding, and you swore you felt yourself getting wet just by hearing it. You loved being told what to do, craved it, even. You always let the boys take over in the bedroom, wanting them to tell you exactly what they wanted.

Without a word, you rounded the couch and placed yourself between the two them, a hand resting on either of their thighs. You turned to Steve, watching his eyes widen as your hand moved higher and higher, sliding up his thigh until it reached his cock that you could feel was already hardening. That had to be a record.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” You asked, batting your eyelashes. “Will that be an okay exchange?” Steve’s mouth fell open as he nodded furiously.

“Please,” he whined and that was all you needed to undo his belt, quickly unzipping his pants. Together, you removed them along with his underwear, his cock springing free as you did so. They dropped to his ankles and you spread his legs, spitting into your hand before giving it a few slow pumps, watching him come undone under your touch. His eyes flutter shut and his head tilted back against the couch, his hands finding purchase on the cushions, grasping onto them for dear life as moans tumble out of his mouth.

Your hand continued to move back and forth, back and forth, the motion picking up, getting even faster and you looked up at him as another loud moan fell from his lips. And just when you were getting into a rhythm, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling your own hand away from Steve’s cock. You turned your attention to your other boyfriend who was standing over you with a devilish grin. With his other hand, he reached up and rested it on the back of your head, pushing your face down towards Steve’s cock.

“Open up, my little gem. Gotta finish him off.” You did as Eddie commanded and opened wide, taking Steve into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the head as your hand wrapped around the base, a gasp falling from his lips as you began to suck hard, Eddie pushing your head down even farther as you did so. “Come on, gotta take all of him. Can’t you see he’s about to come?”

He was pushing you down with even more force, causing Steve’s cock to move further into your mouth, your nose brushing the patch of hair above it as you tried your best not to gag, tears pricking your eyes. You continued to suck on him as best you could, opening your eyes to looked at him as he was about to reach his orgasm.

“Fuck,” Steve moaned loudly as his eyes shut tight, his head fully hitting the back of the couch as his hands white knuckled the couch cushions. “So good, honey.”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Eddie cooed. “Just like that.” He could feel himself getting bricked up just by watching, not even needing you to do the same to him. He was always content with just seeing it all happening.

But just as Steve was about to come, Eddie’s hands wound into your hair, giving it a yank as he pulled you away from Steve’s cock, pulling you to your feet. “That’s enough,” he commanded, deciding that he wanted to have in on some of the fun. He then grabbed onto your face with his free hand, turning your face to watch Steve.

“Look at him. Look at how fucked out he already is.” His lips were right by your ear as he turned your back to him, pressing himself against it and you could his rock hard cock against your lower back. And you moved ever so slightly, feeling it twitch against you.

“Fuck,” Steve moaned so loudly and you and Eddie watched the cum leak out of his cock as an orgasm ripped through him, his head moving so far back that you couldn’t even see his face as he writhed right there on the sofa.

“Look at that,” Eddie said into your ear. “That was all you, baby. Now, let me have my fun.” His hand that was holding your face moved down, slowly inching towards your stomach. It made its way up your dress so slowly as he got it into your panties as he was on the hunt, finally finding what he was looking for as he shoved his fingers inside you. You let out a loud moan and Eddie hummed at that, burying his face into your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, wanting you to beg for him just like always.

“Eddie, please,” you whined and he just chuckled against your skin.

“Gotta beg me some more, my little gem, c’mon,” he pressed a soft kiss to your skin.

“Yeah, c’mon,” Steve rasped. “Gotta sing for your supper, hon.” Eddie’s fingers pulled out then began to move back and forth across your slit, teasing you, making you want to beg for him so badly, needing to feel his fingers, his rings inside of you, the cold metal and the rough texture rubbing against you as he slid his fingers in and out of your cunt.

“Beg me, I can see how desperate you are for it.” And he could, seeing that your eyes were glazing over, feeling how wet you were already. You were already soaked and he had barely done anything yet. By the time he was done with you, there would be slick running down your legs and he’d let Steve lick it up as a treat for being such a good boy.

“Eddie, please,” your whine was so desperate, so pleading, probably some of your best work and Eddie had no choice but to oblige for his favorite girl.

“Alright,” he sighed, his fingers entering you once again, this time it was all the way to where his fingers sat, the cool metal feeling so good against you. So good that you-

“Oh,” you moaned, sounding like you had gotten your release.

“Already so wet for me, baby,” he kissed your neck again. “That’s gotta be a record, hm?” He asked as his fingers pumped in and out, in and out so quickly watching you completely undone in front of him, watching your knees buckle underneath you. You always were easy, weren’t you? Just a few pumps and you were mewling, moaning so loudly that he was convinced that the other people in the buildings along the strip could hear you. Good. That was exactly what he wanted anyway. This was a favor that you had been doing in exchange for what you needed for your potion after all.

You were crumbling, your knees finally giving out underneath you and Eddie wrapped his free arm around your middle, keeping you from collapsing before removing his fingers from you. He brought them up to his lips while looking Steve directly in the eyes, sucking on them while moaning dramatically as he did so. He loved to tease his boyfriend, loved to make him jealous just so he’d ask for what he wanted since he was too much of people pleaser to voice his wants.

Steve was drooling now, wanting to get a taste of what Eddie had gotten, but all of it, your whole cunt on display for him. And Eddie knew that. That was all Steve ever wanted when the three of you did anything. As long as he had some sort of taste of you, he didn’t care what happened between you and Eddie. As long as he got to eat you out or at the very least suck Eddie off, he was perfectly content.

“Your turn,” Eddie told Steve, lifting you up to that you were straddling the man, Steve supporting your legs as you leaned against Eddie. Seeing the fishnets you were wearing and the lacy underwear you were wearing was doing something to him.

You could see his claws coming out and you were more turned on by it than you would have like to admit. His wolf form was always so hot to you, especially when he only half shifted more hair appearing on his chest and his teeth coming out. And watching it happen right in front of you was enough to make you so horny that you didn’t even know what to do yourself.

Steve could see your slick dripping down your legs and he needed to lick it all up right then. Before you could beg for him, he reached up and ripped your fishnets, the spot right about your cunt and all the way down to your thigh on each leg, giving him plenty of room to ravage you.

You gasped as you watched him and didn’t mind at all that he had completely ruined your tights. In fact, you were just thinking about what else he could have ruined. You would have let him rip your dress to shreds if he wanted to. You were actually hoping that he would. You watched as his hand moved towards your cunt, sinking his claws into your underwear, ripping a whole just big enough for his mouth.

He had never done that before, never actually ripped your clothes even though he had talked about it. You didn’t know if it was the full moon or if he was just that horny, but whatever it was, it was fucking hot.

He then grabbed onto one of your legs, licking your slick from it in rough strokes, wanting to take his time before moving onto the other, his movements getting quicker to speed up the process.

He then buried his face into your cunt, his mouth wrapping around your clit, licking and sucking on it as hard as he could while Eddie took the opportunity to suck on your neck, a moan falling from your lips, deciding that both of your boyfriends were so talented with their mouths. The whole thing was overstimulating, but you wouldn’t dare ask either of them to stop because you were enjoying it far too much.

Steve had moved onto your slit, flicking his tongue back and forth slowly as Eddie sucked hard on your neck, the feeling so intoxicating. And it was better than he remembered. It was sweet just like you were and even though he knew he needed to stop, he just couldn’t. Not when those absolutely delicious moans were falling from your lips, making him even harder. If he didn’t fuck you soon, he was convinced he was going to explode. But he needed to let Steve have his way with you first.

You were fucked out already, feeling yourself going limp in Eddie’s arms, but there was no way you were giving up, not when you were so close. And not when Steve was doing his best work, eating you like you were his last meal, his teeth scraping along your cunt, making your thighs press against his head so hard that you were convinced that you were going to crush him. Not that he minded.

And you most certainly couldn’t give up when Eddie was giving you the best hickey of your life, his lips sucking on your neck like it was their job and they desperately needed to pay rent. And when his teeth gliding along your skin, you were convinced you were seeing stars, reaching an orgasm, Steve’s tongue pushing in and pulling out of your cunt in a rhythm , moving quickly just like he knew you liked it, hearing you crying already. that unleashed something on you.

“Oh my god,” was all you were able to say as you clenched around Steve’s tongue, thinking that he was really outdoing himself. And Eddie-god, it was like he was trying to make your legs become jello as he sunk his teeth into your neck, giving it an even more rough suck as pulled some blood from you.

“Taste so sweet,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Oh,” you moaned as your eyes fluttered shut, an orgasm coursing through you as you grabbed onto Steve’s hair, needing something to grip as you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper, Eddie’s grip on you tightening as he tried his best to hold you up.

“Think she’s fucked out,” he said and Steve was quick to pull his face from you, grabbing hold of your legs and together, the two of them laid you on the floor.

The two men stared down at you, looking like you were a full course meal and they were starving. Steve was the first to kneel next to you, leaning down so that his lips were right by your ear.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He asked. “You don’t care about your dress, do you? Because I am going to rip it to shreds.” He pulled your earlobe between his teeth and hit down hard, causing a gasp to fall from your lips.

“Please,” you whined, grabbing onto his shirt, balling it into your fists.

“Alright, calm down honey. I’m gonna get you ready for Eddie, alright?” He moved to where his face was just inches from yours and just when you thought he was going to kiss you, his lips moved to hover over your chest, baring his teeth as he did so.

You watched him bite down on the lacy fabric at the top of your dress, hearing the ripping sounds as he pulled at it harshly, his head moving back and forth in a quick motion like a dog with their favorite toy.

Eddie was quick to kneel on the other side of you, leaning over so that his face was right above your hip and once you saw him tearing up the fabric, you realized that he just didn’t want to miss out.

Together, the men continued to rip apart your dress with nothing but their teeth, pieces of your dress strewn across the living room, flying into the air as they torn the thing to shreds, almost nothing let of the dress it once was, pretty much your whole naked body on display. Your underwear was left for very last, Eddie letting Steve do the honors, the man moving his mouth to the waistband of your panties and pulled on it with his teeth until it tore down the side. He then leaned over and ripped up the other side before Eddie pulled them out from under you, holding them up to the light to see just how much had leaked onto him.

“Gonna have to keep these,” he said as he stuffed them into his back pocket with a devilish grin.

“And shit, do you look amazing tonight,” he added as his gaze shifted to you. Of course, he had seen your naked body more times than he could count, but he was always amazing at just how perfect it looked.

“Look at our little gem, Eddie,” Steve nodded at you, his eyes nothing but hungry, wanting to eat you whole. Good thing he had saved room for dessert.

“Oh, I’m looking,” Eddie nodded, his dark eyes turning almost black as he licked his lips slowly. “Such a pretty gem,” he said as he caressed your face, leaning down until his lips met yours and you were quick to respond, the kiss quickly getting messy and heated until he put it to a stop.

“Steve,” he turned to his boyfriend. “Grab the lube.” Steve was quick to rise to his feet and hurry to the bedroom to retrieve the bottle while Eddie stared down at you with nothing but lust in his eyes.

“All fours,” he commanded and you were quick to obey, knowing exactly what he was hinting at as it had happened so many times before.

You got on your hands and knees as you heard him unzip his pants as Steve hurried back into the living room tossing the bottle of lube to Eddie who was lathering it on his cock before he leaned over you. He then lined himself up with you and too no time to pound into you again and again as moans fell from your lips.

“That’s it,” Eddie cooed as his fingers dug into your waist. “Just like that, baby. You like it rough, don’t you?”

“Eddie, sh-shit,” you mewled and he knew that he had you exactly where he wanted you, eating up every single sound of pleasure that you were making. “So good.”

Steve kneeled in front of you, grabbing hold of your face so you’d look him in the eye. He held your gaze, feeling himself getting unbearably hard as he watched you moan as Eddie fucked you from behind.

“Doing so good, baby. And look at what a mess he’s made of you. Let it out.” Another moan passed through your lips and he nodded as you as he watched your every move. “Uh-huh, just like that hon. You’re taking him so well. Better save some of that energy, though, because I’m next.”

Eddie continued to pound into you again and again as Steve watched your reactions, wanting, needing to get inside of you, wanting his name to be the one you moaned, but he was going to have to settle for what he got until Eddie was done with you.

But he had to admit that he was eating it the fuck up, watching your mouth fall open as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The whole thing was practically making him have his own orgasm, feeling the need to get himself off just so he could get some action. But just as he was about to take care of himself, you reached your orgasm, Steve watching the entire thing go down, backing away as Eddie pulled out, his eyes still locked on your face as you moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back into your head once again. God, he needed to fuck you so bad. To be the reason you were orgasming.

And before he could stop himself, he pushed you down onto the carpet underneath you, not even waiting for you to come down from your orgasm before he was inside you, pounding into you as he pinned you to the carpet but holding onto your wrists with a rough grip. You could see his eyes darken and realized that he was letting the alpha part of him take over, his claws digging into your skin, but your hardly minded, more focused on the way he was fucking you, actually pushing all of himself this time.

You felt your eyes water as he did so, his massive cock sliding in and out of you on a loop as loud moans fell from your lips. And while he fucked you like his life depended on it, Eddie was right by your side, sucking the blood that Steve had drawn from your lips, drinking up every last delicious drop of the stuff. The whole thing was overstimulating like before, but fuck did it feel goodIf he couldn’t get inside you soon, he was going to have to. getting so much attention.

“Can’t go dumb on me just yet, princess,” Steve cooed, his human form doing all the talking. “I haven’t even come yet.” His movements were picking up, getting even faster as you clenched around him, seeing that he was the one to orgasm this time. You could feel Steve’s cock swelling inside you as his loud moans filled your ears, which wasn’t uncommon when he got inside you. It had happened pretty much every time and you had been expecting it, in fact, you had been looking forward to it, loving that he hadn’t used a condom so that you could actually feel him.

You could feel him stretching you out, feeling the knot rock inside of you. Tears pricked your eyes as he continued, his movements getting even more rapid, his fingers digging into your hips, looking completely fucked out himself. You felt as if you were going to be torn apart because of the sheer size of him and that seemed to make you feel even more wet as you thought about it.

His movements got even faster somehow, moving your entire body as moans tumbling out of both of your mouths as Eddie watched the whole thing, feeling nothing but lucky as he watched it all go down, feeling the need to make himself a part of it even though he wasn’t participating in the way he wanted to be.

“God, stuffed her up good, didn’t you, Stevie?” He teased as he moved to your side brining his hand up and letting his fingers run over the spot where you and Steve had been connected, the movements gentle enough to send a shiver down your spine.

But Steve just ignored Eddie, continuing to fuck into you, feeling another orgasm coming, the wolf side of him coming out to play as his claws dug into your hips even further so deep that it had caused a little blood to pool not that either of you you were paying attention.

“Stevie,” you moaned and he swore he was going to come right there. He always ate it the fuck up, especially when you used his nickname that he had actually despised before meeting you. “More.”

And just when he was about to come, Eddie grabbed onto Steve’s shoulders and pulled him back, forcing him to collapse to the floor, taking you with him as you fell on top of him.

Eddie the stood behind you, grabbing hold of your hips as he pushed you down onto Steve, moving your hips up and down, helping you ride him, wanting, needing to be a part of it in any way that he could.

And the two of you seemed to be into it as the most lovely sounds tumbled from your mouths. With Eddie’s help, you continued to ride Steve, the two of you watching him come absolutely undone, his head tilting back as his back arched. God, he was always so beautiful.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Eddie encouraged as he moved your hips just a little faster, watching Steve buck his hips against yours over and over as he continued to hold onto them. “Just like that. Jesus christ, I think he’s about to-“

And just like that, the two of you watched Steve come, fascinated by the way his wolf came out, his claws reaching up and scratching up and down your back, absolutely destroying it, not that you minded.

“That’s it, baby,” Eddie cooed to Steve as he came down from his orgasm and you felt the swelling go down, the knot progressively getting smaller inside of you. Once you didn’t feel it anymore, Eddie helped you climb on top of him, laying you down on the floor so you could catch your breath, just knowing that your legs felt like jello.

“I think you’ve more than paid for what you asked for,” Steve told you as he tried to catch his breath as he plucked a hair from his head, holding it out to you like a trophy as Eddie stabbed his pointer finger with one of fangs while you went to retrieve a vial to put the blood into. Once you were by his side, he let the blood drop into before you pointed at it with your hand, the wound healing right before his eyes.

“I love my boys,” you said as you pulled them into a group hug, your naked bodies pressing together as you did so.

“And we love you right back,” Eddie told you as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before the three of you headed so bed for some much needed rest.

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himasgod · 27 days ago

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Hehehehe

First years with reader who is Ace's sibling? Reader is an absolute sweetheart to the point people question if they are actually related to Ace.

DEUCE X READER

Where he falls in love with Ace's kind sibling

I'm sorry if it's not what you expected cuz I didn't feel like writing about all the first years today, instead, I focused on deucey, hope u like it anyway <3

Deuce hears it so often he’s not even surprised anymore.

From underclassmen in the cafeteria to random upperclassmen in the hallways, the reaction’s always the same.

“You mean that Ace? Like, Ace Trappola? No way they’re related. Are you sure?”

The confusion never ceases to amuse and confuse everyone—except Deuce.

He gets it. You’re kind, quiet, polite to a fault. You smile at ghosts when they float by Ramshackle and thank the chef ghosts for your meals. You’re always the one with band-aids in your bag, the one who helps Grim reach the higher shelves in the library without complaining about his fireballs.

You're basically the unofficial nurse, therapist, and cheerleader of any anxious student, while your brother…

Well.

“TRAPPOLA!” Riddle roars in the background, and Deuce flinches.

Yep. That.

So no one really blames Deuce for being a little surprised the first time Ace introduced you. He’d been expecting another troublemaker with a grin like a loaded slingshot.

Not someone who greeted him with a soft, “Oh! You must be Deuce! Ace says a lot about you,” with a smile that knocked the breath out of him.

“Not all bad things, I hope?” he’d stammered, ears turning pink.

You just giggled, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“Well… it is Ace. But I don’t believe everything he says.”

And just like that, Deuce was gone.

“I’m serious, I think my sibling’s casting some weird love spell on everyone or something,” Ace grumbles one day, flipping a playing card over in frustration.

“They’re just… nice,” Deuce says, ducking his head to hide his blush.

“Yeah, to the point it’s suspicious. It’s like they got all the angel genes and I got all the cool ones.”

“Wouldn’t call it that,” Deuce mutters, but Ace is already too busy cheating at cards to hear him.

The truth is, Deuce can’t help it.

He finds himself looking for you on campus. Not in a creepy way—he just feels better when you're around.

You talk to him like he’s not just a delinquent trying to play hero. Like he’s someone worth talking to.

Once, you caught him struggling to carry potion ingredients, and without a word, you took half the load into your arms.

“Teamwork makes the dream work,” you’d smiled.

He had to stare straight ahead the whole walk back so you wouldn’t see how red his face had gotten.

“Hey, Deuce?”

He looks up from where he’s fixing something outside the dorm. You’re hugging a pillow to your chest, hair tousled from a nap, and his brain short-circuits for a moment before he manages, “Yeah? Did you just wake up?”

“I was sleepy, so I took a nap…but that doesn't matter... I mean, you want to go to the Mystery Shop with me?” you ask.

“Ace’s stuck in detention, and I… well, I kind of wanted your opinion.”

“My opinion?” Deuce blinks. “On… what?”

You shift shyly.

“I want to buy a charm. For someone. But I’m not sure which one suits him better.”

He stares. His eye twitched a little unconsciously as he felt his heart now beat in a sadder rhythm.

“...Is it for a classmate?”

You hum.

“Mhm. He’s really sweet. A little clumsy. Tries really hard to do the right thing. I think he likes bastcycles?”

Oh.

His brain stutters like a bad engine.

“...Wait. Is that—”

Your grin breaks through like sunlight.

“It’s you, dummy.”

He just about drops the wrench.

By the time you two are officially dating, the confusion on campus triples.

“Ace’s sibling? Them? Dating Deuce? What is going on in that family?!”

But Deuce doesn’t care what people say. You make him feel calm. Whole.

Like maybe he doesn’t have to prove himself all the time just to deserve good things.

And when you sit next to him during class and gently fix his tie, or when you sneak him snacks during long lectures with a wink, he feels it again—that dizzy warmth in his chest.

Love, probably.

And if he sometimes ends up sparring with Ace over who gets to walk you to class, well… he’s not sorry.

“Just don’t break their heart, Spade,” Ace says one day, not looking at him.

Deuce nods solemnly.

“I won’t. Ever.”

Because you’re nothing like Ace—but maybe that’s what makes this so special.

And somehow, that kindness of yours?

It’s exactly the kind of chaos Deuce Spade’s heart needed.

#deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #deuce #deuce x reader #deuce x yuu #deuce spade x yuu #twst x reader #deuce spade x oc #i love deuce #twst deuce #twisted wonderland deuce #twisted x reader #twistde wonderland x reader #twst scenario

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once-in-a-blood-moon · 8 days ago

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Newlywed Solomon HCs

Solomon x GN! reader

Summary: Things Solomon does now that he's officially married to you.

AN: Hi all! I'm trying to get myself out of a writing funk (my event requesters, I'm so sorry, I'm trying ☹️). Since the new app won't have the side characters until later, I decided to just make some headcanons for Solomon so my brain could un-mushify itself. Nightbringer was but a mere taste of what married life with Solomon could be like and I need more, lol.

Warnings: Reader refers to Solomon as "my love," lengthy (I got carried away), other than that, it's all fluff!

Newlywed Solomon who wakes you up in the morning with soft whispers of love in your ear. “I’m so lucky to wake up next to you. You have no idea how much I love you.” He holds you close, legs tangled, happily sharing his warmth with you as he presses soft kisses around your face, occasionally nuzzling his nose against your neck.

Newlywed Solomon who brings you coffee in bed. He knows how you like it and makes sure every measurement of milk, sugar, or creamer is perfect. It’s bitter… almost sour, despite the effort he puts in, but you’ve learned to hold your grimace as he sips his own beside you peacefully, his off hand thumbing over your knuckles.

Newlywed Solomon who sends little texts throughout the day if you’re apart. He wants to know if you’re thinking about him like he is of you. Expect anything from a meme he found, a gif of a cat, an emoji, or even a photo of himself showing what he’s up to. If you send a photo of yourself back, be prepared to have him spam you with heart reactions and words of love. He’s happy to know you’re safe and having a good day.

Newlywed Solomon who tries to keep up with housecleaning. He’s not particularly good at it, but he’s learning as he goes. You’ll find the bed sheets freshly washed and on the bed, though the fitted sheet is clinging to the corners of the mattress by a prayer. Sometimes one of his shirts ends up folded and tucked away amongst yours (you think this is on purpose so you’d see it and wear it). A lot of it he does with magic, but your kisses of encouragement make him want to do better each time without the added help.

Newlywed Solomon who mentions extending the family… in the form of cats. Easily agreeing, you both end up walking through a shelter with the hopes of rescuing a kitty in need. He stops in front of a cage with a pair of siblings inside, and after reading about how they’ve spent their lives in the shelter, he turns to you with misty eyes and a hopeful smile. That night, you bring home two kitties that are already spoiled by Solomon in the form of a large cat tower, a fluffy bed, and a bag full of toys, treats, and pretty collars.

Newlywed Solomon who loves matching with you. Matching robes hung side by side on the wall, matching mugs sitting patiently in the cabinet to be used, even matching toothbrushes that sit on either side of the bathroom sink. He’s even imbued your wedding rings with magic to connect your hearts so that every time you touch the banding, a soft pulse of the other’s heartbeat can be felt.

Newlywed Solomon who’s only allowed to watch as you prepare meals. He’ll quickly set the table before rushing over to hold you from behind. It’s the only way to keep himself from assisting, and besides, any moment holding you is a good moment. His help in the kitchen is in the form of grocery shopping, though he tends to get a little sidetracked from the list you wrote and you end up with a fully stocked inventory and random ingredients you have no idea what to do with.

Newlywed Solomon who’s devoted to your care when you’re under the weather. If you’re physically sick, he’s constantly checking your temperature, feeding you soup (that you requested he order), as well as offering some spells to cure/comfort whatever ails you. If you’re struggling mentally, he’s doing whatever he can to support you. Whether you need to be held as you cry into his shoulder or ask for a cup of tea and some space as you sort yourself out before confiding in him, consider it done. Your well-being is the most important thing to him.

Newlywed Solomon who loves spending quality time with you. Your legs rest on his lap as you sit opposite of him on the couch, watching something on TV, while he reads a book and strokes your calf mindlessly. He’s easily distracted, studying how you bite the inside of your cheek when you’re invested, the steady rise and fall of your chest, your little reactions to a sudden twist in the show. He loves how expressive you are in these calmer moments. You’re way more interesting than a thousand words on a page.

Newlywed Solomon who watches in awe as you get ready for the day. Laying against the headboard, his eyes trail along your scantly clad body while you sift through outfits. There is no lust in his eyes, just admiration for the person you are. He loves everything about you and he loves that you trust him to see you like this. He’s vocal when you ask for his opinion, but never cruel or hurtful as there’s never anything negative to say. To him, you look wonderful in any style and he hopes you’re able to see yourself the way he sees you.

Newlywed Solomon who lets himself get dragged off to bed when he stays up too late. Even when his eyes sting and neck aches, he finds it difficult to pull away from his work and finish it the next day. So, when the bed feels too big and cold, and you come looking for him, he’s grateful. Cuddled close in the bed after you generously cover him up more than yourself, fingers card through his hair, coaxing him to sleep easily. Through a crack in his droopy lids, the last thing he sees is you, smiling softly as you whisper words of love to him. “Get some sleep, my love. I’ll be here when you wake up, just like always.”

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x reader #obey me fluff #jo writes

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solxamber · 8 months ago

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HEHEHGIGUGI ITS ME AGAIN THE SERAPHIM AND THE CAT ONE

Can i request a witch reader with Vil, Rook, Trey, and Malleus!! (I forgot if its 4 limits or 5, whoops but only that) You can write however you like if its headcannon or how you write it!! Also can you do it on Romantic shshsh‼️‼️🫶🫶

Rook, Trey, Malleus, Vil with a Witch! Reader

hi! thank you for waiting and i hope you like it <3 (also there aren't limits for number of characters)

Rook Hunt

Rook, a true romantic and ever-curious soul, is constantly mesmerized by your craft. He adores watching you work, fascinated by every detail, and often appears just as you’re about to cast a spell, like he knows exactly when something extraordinary is about to happen.

One evening, he surprises you mid-ritual, leaning in to whisper, “Ah, the witch at work, casting beauty into the world.”

“Rook!” you laugh, a little flustered. “Aren’t you supposed to give me space to concentrate?”

“On the contrary,” he says, eyes sparkling. “Watching you brings me closer to the divine. It’s as if each spell you cast is an invitation to witness your heart.”

As he speaks, he presses a kiss to your hand, his words a spell of their own. You find yourself captivated by the unique magic only Rook can create—a blend of curiosity, charm, and unshakable devotion.

Trey Clover

Trey is both grounded and warm, and he respects your magical abilities without a hint of fear. Whenever you experiment with potion-making, he’s your quiet supporter, ready with any ingredient you need.

One evening, you’re preparing a special love potion—just for fun—and Trey chuckles as you explain the recipe.

“What, you don’t believe in love potions?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, I believe,” he replies, pulling a stray leaf from your hair, “but I don’t think you need one. You’ve already cast your spell on me.”

You feel your face heat up, but Trey simply smiles, his gaze gentle and warm. He reaches for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. "Let’s skip the potions,” he says softly. “You and I don’t need magic for this.”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is captivated by your magic, drawn to you as if he’s known you for centuries. He’s endlessly curious about your spells, often standing nearby as you perform them, his eyes watching with reverence.

One misty evening, he finds you crafting a charm under the moonlight. As you finish, Malleus steps forward, his expression unusually soft. “Your magic… it has a warmth that even my fae spells lack.”

“You flatter me, Malleus,” you reply, smiling up at him. “I’m honored to have caught the attention of someone so powerful.”

He takes your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles with an old-world elegance. “Power means little to me if it cannot protect what is precious.” His gaze is intense, holding yours. “And you, my dear witch, are precious indeed.”

Under the stars, Malleus’s words hang in the air, leaving a warmth that feels like it could last an eternity.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil has always been enchanted by beauty in its many forms, but there's something about your magic that captivates him in a way he never expected. He watches you as you work, studying your movements as if each one were part of an intricate dance. One evening, he finds you under the warm glow of candlelight, carefully crafting an enchantment, your hands moving gracefully over the ingredients.

He steps closer, his voice smooth and gentle. “Do you realize the spell you’ve woven on me without even trying?” he murmurs, his eyes fixed on you.

You smile, slightly flustered but intrigued. “I could say the same about you, Vil.”

Vil reaches for your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “Then perhaps I’ve found the magic that surpasses any potion, any spell.” His gaze is intense, unwavering, as if he’s seeing right through to your soul. “Stay close to me, won’t you?” he asks softly, the hint of vulnerability in his words surprising but endearing.

With a smile, you nod, finding comfort in his presence. Vil leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, his touch gentle and reverent. “You’re more captivating than any beauty I’ve ever known,” he whispers, his voice filled with a sincerity that leaves your heart racing.

In that quiet moment, it’s clear that he isn’t just drawn to your magic—he’s drawn to you.

Masterlist

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #trey clover x reader #trey x reader

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sqgeism · 2 months ago

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Hello!! I love love your writing! Can I request a married!Rex x reader fic with him as a girl daddy, what kind of husband he is, and the two of them navigating their married life with him having to go out for hero duties often and the non-superpowered reader taking responsibility for their family in the meantime? Reader can be f! Or gender neutral. Thank you!!

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 | rex sloan 'splode' x female reader

love mail — thank you anonnie!!! ure so sweet :'] loosely based on how my father raised me #ilovemydad!! my favorite trope ever <3 girldad rex agenda spreads

first week after the birth was a wreck, but not for the reasons you think. instead of being worried about the baby, you were worried about rex. he sits by the cradle every night, watching his baby girl, just admiring her. doesn't even realize it's four in the morning and you've got to drag him back into bed.

he doesn't mean to. but oh my goodness, he does. that little lady has your husband under a spell and you don't mind, needing some time to recover as he takes care of the baby. but just because he's got the baby, doesn't mean he neglects you. he makes you meals, tidies the house, and makes sure that your already exhausted body doesn't have to work hard until you're okay again.

rex is a good husband, he is. just because he's a hero doesn't mean he isn't a father. when he actually has to go to work, and you take care of the baby while he's gone, he makes sure to at least check in when he has the chance. "do you need me to buy anything?" is a call you often get when he's on his way home, take-out or ingredients in hand for dinner.

and every night, without fail, rex makes sure to play with his little girl till she grows tired. when he can't, it'll be in morning up to the time he has to leave for work. it warms your heart to see him so.. present, even if he's juggling so many responsibilities. he was so rough around the edges back then, so sarcastic and foul mouthed. but he's.. softened. his love is kinder, becoming such a dear. definitely not a knight in shining armor, but a loving husband in a 'kiss the cook' apron. which can be seen as arguably better.

rex finds himself a little dependent on you for sleep. he can't sleep without your kisses to his eyelids, making sure they stay shut. but sometimes he'll intentionally fight sleep, forcing his eyes to open just to hear you laugh and kiss him more, trying to get him to rest. he loves this, a life so domestic. a life he never thought he deserved.

until he met you. love seemed so foreign to him, yet you opened his heart gently — and he knew he was a goner.

he'd be with you till his last breath. and love you even beyond death, for nothing could stop his soul from needing yours.

#ㅤ 𐔌᭥ᩙ༉ㅤnew flower bloomed ! :ೃ࿔𔓘 #wrote this after 3 boiled eggs #rex sloan fanfic #rex sloan x reader #rex splode x reader #rex sloan #rex splode #invincible x y/n #invincible x you #invincible x reader

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meiplays · 22 days ago

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Sweetest Recipe

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Flirty teasing, thigh riding, grinding, neck kisses, playful biting, SFW

Word count: ~1,010 words

The bunker kitchen had never looked quite so tempting before. You stood side by side, flour dusting your hands and countertops as you tried to focus on the simple task of baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies. But Dean’s eyes never left you, watching like you were the only dessert in the room.

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a slow smile playing on his lips. "You know, I think we’re missing one ingredient."

You raised an eyebrow, smirking back. "Oh yeah? What’s that?"

He took a slow step forward, voice dropping just a little. "You."

Before you could tease him back, Dean’s hand slid to your waist, pulling you gently toward him. His eyes flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes, full of that dangerous, playful heat you loved.

Without breaking eye contact, he sank onto a kitchen stool and pulled you close. You felt the press of his thigh against yours, firm and steady. "You’re way sweeter than any cookie we could bake," he murmured.

Your heart skipped, and a bold idea struck. You shifted, straddling his thigh lightly, hips brushing over his denim-covered leg, grinding just a little to the slow grin on his face. The warmth of his body beneath you was intoxicating, mixing with the rich smell of chocolate and vanilla in the air.

Dean caught your jaw gently between his fingers, tilting your face up. His lips brushed your neck, soft but deliberate, sending shivers down your spine. "You taste even better," he whispered.

Your hands found his shoulders, fingers digging in lightly as you leaned in to press a long, teasing kiss to his mouth. His arms wrapped around your hips, holding you close, steady, as you moved slowly, grinding just enough to make you both forget the cookies waiting to bake.

The kitchen suddenly felt smaller, hotter. Every sound—your breaths, the scrape of his jeans—filled the space like a secret song.

Dean’s lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then down to your collarbone, each kiss a promise of more. You pulled his face back up to yours with a sly smile, brushing your nose against his, your fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

He chuckled low, voice husky. "Guess we don’t need cookies to sweeten the night."

You grinned, feeling the heat of his body, the rough stubble against your cheek, and the undeniable spark that always made everything better than any recipe ever could.

"Maybe you are the dessert," you said softly, tracing lazy circles on his shoulder.

Dean’s grin grew wider. “Oh, I’m gonna savor every bite.”

Then, without warning, his teeth lightly sank into your hip through your jeans—just a playful, teasing bite. You gasped, heat rushing straight to your core.

He smirked against your skin, voice low and teasing. “Didn’t say I’d be gentle.”

His teeth grazed your skin again, harder this time, tracing slow, deliberate nips along your waist. You felt the fire burning hotter now, your breath catching with every bite.

Dean’s hands tightened on your hips as he looked up at you with that wicked gleam in his eyes. “You like that?” he whispered, biting another spot just below your ribs.

You swallowed hard, heart pounding, the delicious mix of pain and pleasure making your skin tingle.

“’Cause I’m just getting started.”

You shivered, tangled in Dean’s arms and his teasing mouth, feeling more alive than any cookie or dessert ever made you feel.

A loud beep from the oven broke the spell. You pulled back, laughing breathlessly.

Dean smirked, running his thumb over your flushed cheek. "Timer’s up. Cookies or me—which one’s gonna win?"

You grinned, wiping flour from his cheek. "Both. But I’m definitely sweeter."

He laughed and pulled you in for one last lingering kiss before turning to pull the tray from the oven.

Flour suddenly flew—his hand flicking some at you playfully—and before you knew it, a full-blown flour fight was on, laughter echoing through the bunker kitchen.

And maybe the cookies would burn, but the night? That was already perfect.

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lovetei · 1 year ago

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Obey me demon brothers reacting to mc being hit with a "special" potion by someone and them having to deal with mc being extremely horny and dominant plus having their back absolutely blown? (Btw I love your writing🫶🏼)

It's like 1 in the morning and my phone is at 8 percent, the best time to write.

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MC was affected by this mysterious potion that makes them crave for some back-breaking fuck

Parts: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

Are you being serious?

You mean to tell him that the reason why you came home looking like that

Why you came home and immediately went inside his room

Is because you were affected by this strange potion?

That makes you feel like you're in heat?

It doesn't matter, he needs to check up on you and see if it's harmful or not

Or to see if he can do anything to help you, at least.

"A-AUGH!" Moans and screams that sounds too whiny to be his escaped his mouth as your fingers moved wilder. "Wait a second!" He screamed the second time before you added another finger.

He was drooling like a dog on top of his desk as his cock spurt out strings of cum, staining the dark wood of his desk. "You better keep your back like this or I'll have to force it then." You ordered after you grabbed his shoulder and made him arch his back.

"G-Give me a break atleast..!" Is the last thing he screamed after he felt something hard against his used ass.

MAMMON

He was panicking

He knew that this ingredient had an aphrodisiac like effect on humans

But he didn't know it would be this much.

Plus he meant no harm!

He simply fed you this bread during your night out to make things a little exciting!

"Stop fucking moving." You cursed out as you slammed in his ass harder making him moan even more "I-I'm trying..!" He sobbed out as you bent him over the hood of his car, one of his legs raised on it while his dick continued to leak pre.

"P-Please don't be mad! O-One more! I promise I'll do better!" He begged like a whore as he pushed himself closer to you, trying to push your length deeper.

And the last thing he remembered is how he passed out and woke up again with his legs up your shoulder as you relentlessly pound into him.

LEVIATHAN

He kind of knew that it has strong aphrodisiac in it

It was said in the warning after all

But he's a high ranking demon so of course it has no effect on him

And he forgot that you're still human despite having that enormous amount of magic

"Shhh... Breath in." You chuckled at him as he shakily inhaled, sweat coating his forehead as you pushed your fingers inside of him once again "A-Agh~ I think I really can't do it anymore..!" Panic settled in when he felt himself on the edge with just your fingers.

His breathing got more ragged and panicked as you moved your fingers "Don't say that! I know you can take it..." You tried to cover your annoyed mood by sweetening your words.

"N-No... I-I think I'll die..!" His cock leaked pre but your patience is just starting to run thin "Levi how about we shut up?" You pushed your fingers down his throat "You made me like this so take responsibility." You threatened.

SATAN

He saw this unique spell in one of his books.

It applies aphrodisiac on foods without needing an actual potion

And so he though, why not try it on you?

You have gained a pretty amount of mana since time time you first came here

You can handle this much right?

Satan held on the bookshelf for his dear life as he bit on the tie harder to surpress his moans "You might break the shelf at this rate..." You panted out as you pushed yourself deeper inside of him.

A groan escaped his throat as tears does from his eyes "No mwore!" He managed to say through the gag as he caressed his ass, red from all the spanking he received earlier.

You just held his hands and slammed all the way in, his knees completely giving up and your hands holding his up is the only thing preventing him from falling "There, there... I'll start moving now..." You sweetly said, ignoring his please.

ASMODEUS

He didn't mean to!

You just looked so hot earlier that he forgot he had this ability!

Accidentally putting aphrodisiac on your food... How horrible!

Don't worry, he'll take responsibility!

Rhythmic moan is the only thing that can be hear inside the dimly lit room of Asmodeus, oh, the slapping sound of his ass whenever it hits your waist too.

"Augh!~ I-I'm getting a little tired honey~" He moaned as he continued to bounce himself on top of you as you lazily sat on his sofa "Maybe a little help..?" He guided your hands to his waist, implying that he wants you to move him yourself.

When you didn't react, he looked back at you over his shoulders and saw how you look completely out of it, dilated pupils and red cheeks "You know... If I started moving you yourself I might break your fragile little waist." You whined out as he felt you grip him harder.

BEELZEBUB

He's really sorry!

He forgot about this aphrodisiac and how it's harmful for humans...

What do you mean he can help cure the pain?

Sure, he'll help!

You played with Beelzebub's vibrant hair as his mouth worked wonders for you "Just like that~" You moaned as you looked down at him.

"Am I helping you relive the pain..?" He pulled away for a minute, a string of saliva and cum connecting his lips from your thighs "Yes, Beel. You're doing so good~" You leaned down to give him a little kiss

"I'm pretty sure this is hurting too~" You moved your feet closer to his clothed cock, visibly hard and straining against his pants "Then... Can MC help me relive it later too..?" He asked which made you smirk.

BELPHEGOR

It started off as a harmless prank

It was supposed to be a harmless prank

He didn't know it would reach this far

And he never thought that you'll let it reach this far!

"F-Fucking hell! MC!" He managed to say between the small intervals where you raised his head and let him breath, it's sad that this is what he decided to say.

You slammed his head back down on the pillow and moved your hip back and forth, enough to push him forward and have him holding the bed frame.

And then he tapped your thigh signaling that he's about to cum, and being a nice human, you let him, but this time, you didn't raise his head to let him breath and now you can see the panic.

How he was struggling to push himself up as cum leak out of his cock continuously, you harshly pulled his hair to let him breath "A-Ah~ I-I can't breath please!" He was holding your hands as he begged, tears and sweat messing up his face.

It was a sight to behold before you push him back down.

#obey me #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #omswd #omnb #obey me smut #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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the-kr8tor · 1 month ago

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Hey an ekko idea here.

What if the roles of lover eyes reversed and Y/n has those eyes for him and, everyone sees it. Ekko probably refuses to believe it thinking he's delusional xD

Eventually, she confessed him on a random Friday, almost runs away thinking she's getting rejected BUT (you may continue with your amazing creativity, love your works so much. Stay happy and healthy!!!)

Awww thank you ml! Stay happy and healthy too! Thank you for the request! I hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Ekko x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, friends to lovers, established relationship, spoilers for s2, baker! R, loser! Ekko, lovestruck! Ekko, cw food mentions, fluff!

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“There she goes again with those heart eyes of hers.” Sevika says with a sigh as she leans against Ekko's table in the firelights cafeteria.

Ekko scrunches his nose at the councilor, brown eyes flicking towards her as she takes a generous bite of bread. Bread that his people made. “Our meeting’s done, Sevika, what're you still doing here?” He can't even eat in peace.

“I heard you guys got better bread.” She shrugs, clearly unapologetic while finishing the slice before wiping the crumbs on her pants. “I also heard that it's because of the person making them.” Her dark eyes glances towards the kitchens, wordlessly telling Ekko something that he has to decipher on his own.

“Our bread is good but not what you're used to in Piltover,” he sucks in his teeth. In truth he really thinks that the firelights pastries and bread are top tier despite the lack of ingredients that's used for it, but that’s what makes it so special. It's what keeps his people fed, and it always reminds him of someone special. “and what the fuck are you on about?” He loses his appetite and patience as he follows her gaze. When he sees you in your usual flour covered apron, cheek stained with green icing and brilliant eyes staring in his direction, he falters.

Instead of ducking away down to hide behind the counters, caught by his gaze as if you were stealing from the cookie jar, you manage a small wave towards the firelights leader. As you smile at him, you see Sevika clutch his shoulder and push him lightly.

“I fucking told you!” She cackles, and Ekko swats her hand away from him. “Heart. Fucking. Eyes.” Her tone increases for emphasis. “Seriously, Ekko, either cut her loose or keep her close. I wouldn't want to keep her hanging that long, especially when she's nicer than the bread she makes, and sweeter than her pastries. And I'm not just talking about her—”

“What are you talking about?” Ekko stops her before she could make a crude gesture in front of the whole firelights, who are just trying to have their lunch.

Leaning down, Sevika places her elbows on the table, yanking the muffin from his tray and slowly peels the paper off it. Ekko grinds his teeth. “All I'm saying is that—” before she could take a bite, he takes it from her hand in one swift motion. Chuckling, Sevika straightens up, her shadow looming over his table. “I thought you were supposed to be a genius? You can't even figure this one out without me spelling it out for you?”

“Did all the shimmer get into your brain now or what?” Ekko pointedly glares at the council woman, tucking the muffin away from her like it's precious commodity. It is in his eyes.

“That's rude, even for you.” Smirking, she gazes at you from the corner of her eyes, smiling teasingly while you shrink from her gaze, evidently flustered. “If you're not interested, well, I can always come visit the pretty baker—”

“Fuck off, Sevika.” He almost crushes the muffin in his hand.

“There you go, and here I thought you're blind when it comes to this sort of stuff.” Chortling, she puts her hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I'm not going to break our truce for something like this. All I'm doing is giving you advice, kid.”

“I don't need your advice.”

Hands inside her pockets, Sevika starts to leave, to Ekko's relief and easing his blooming headache. “You need it though.” Shrugging, she pauses mid step, head tilting back to look at him. “She's in love with you, genius.” With a roll of her eyes, she leaves Ekko frozen as he stares at her retreating back.

“What?” Just as he asks the wind, a handful of firelights who managed to hear the conversation nod along. Looking around, he sees most of his people nod, some are even hiding their snickers behind their cups. The muffin explodes in his hands in a shower of crumbs after not realising that his grip got tighter after he realizes the weight of Sevika's words. Crumbs sprinkle across his lap and table in chocolate and almonds. “Fuck…”

Before he could wipe the crumbs away, a hand suddenly shoots out beside him, handing him a handkerchief. The initials sewed into the hem looks awfully familiar.

“Thanks.” He mumbles, taking the cloth and wiping away the bits of muffins without looking at whoever owns it.

“You know, you could've just said that you don't like muffins with almonds in them.” Your voice has him abruptly standing, knees hitting against the table from the sudden movement. “Shit, you okay, Ekko?”

Wincing, in more ways than one he's hurt. To think that everyone knows about your affections except for him is a hit to his reputation. Especially when he has been pining for you ever since you ran into him in the lanes back when he was still a scrappy kid and you were a pick pocket running away from a chem baron.

He should've noticed your shy gazes and favoritism whenever you always made a fresh batch of pastries just for him. Even Sevika noticed, and she has only known you for a couple of weeks. He's an idiot for missing the signs, an idiot for even thinking that you're just like that to everyone, sweet and kind. You are, but it's a different kind of sweetness when you're with him. All those late night conversations with you when you're the only one awake while he staggers into the kitchen starving after a patrol. All bashful smiles and quiet laughter emanating from you, he actually thought that the warmth he feels in his chest whenever you giggle was from the heat of the stove.

Now that he thinks about it, you always looked at him the same way ever since you two were just children trying to survive the harsh world. Even when you two were building the firelights from the ground up, you looked at him like he's the most precious jewel in the world, someone to admire and love. How could he not notice that when he could stop a bomb coming his way before it goes off?

“Ekko?” Your furrowed brows and concerned expression douses him awake from his shocked state. “I'm going to grab some ice for you, okay? It sounded like you'll bruise.”

He stops you with a firm yet gentle hand around your wrist. “Hold on,” there's a sudden thorn in his throat. “I like your muffins— I mean with almonds.”

“It's all over the floor though.” You crack a smile, eyes glancing down at his pants that are covered in muffin guts. “And on you.” He winces again, “I would give you another one but I only made a couple for you and Scar's kid. He really likes almonds.”

“Right.” His fingers unwrap around your wrist. “Sorry about that.”

“Don't worry about it.” Your hands twiddle behind you nervously. He notices it this time. “I saw you and Sevika, I bet the conversation got you stressed, hence why you crushed the muffin and used it as a stress ball.”

“Still,” meeting with your eyes just to see his theory is correct, your face lights up, eyes shining under the midday sun. “I don't like wasting food.”

“Oh I know, bossman. You always ate the whole sandwich I always give you before your patrols.” Tamping down a grin by biting your lip, you begin to walk away. “I'll get you that ice, okay?”

“Don't bother.” Ekko says too abruptly, and you take his words in stride even when he sees your face fall. “I mean—”

“It’s okay, you're busy. Enjoy your lunch, Ekko.” Walking away, you still give him a smile before parting with him.

“Shit.” His shoulders slump, a muffin scented hand pinches the bridge of his nose. A piece of broccoli suddenly hits his cheek, and as he looks at the source, he sees Scar giving him a thumbs down while his kid sitting on his lap frowns and shakes his head at Ekko. “Really?” A pea soars through the air and hits him in between the eyes. He probably deserved that.

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Your nights always consist of staying longer in the kitchen than you're supposed to, and perhaps waiting for a certain platinum haired someone. All the mindless scrubbing gives you plenty of time to think about everything. What happened just this morning discouraged you slightly, he's either oblivious or he truly doesn't like you in the same way you like him. All the signs you've seen him harbour for you like the stolen glances and touch that seems to always gravitate to your hand or waist might have just been him being friendly. And maybe that was all there is, misread signs and a very delusional you. Maybe it's for the best to just forget about your affections for Ekko and move on. Just like what your fellow firelights have told you a hundred times before— you're wasting your time.

Maybe you should accept Steb’s offer of a date.

“Hey,” Ekko's familiar voice would have you giddy in place as usual, but as your mind wanders and circles around him, you think it's your love sick mind concocting an awful hallucination. “D’you have flour in your ears again?”

You blink, hands pausing from your relentless countertop scrubbing as you slowly crane your head towards him. “Hi?”

“You look like you've seen a ghost.” He chuckles, albeit unsure. “I…I got you something from the market. I figured that you're always the one feeding me after patrols, I should feed you this time.” The paper bag crinkles in his hand.

“You really don't have to, and I'm not mad about the muffin really.”

“You're mad about the muffin?”

“I just said I wasn't.” Crossing the distance, you walk towards the counter where he's standing on the other side. Scanning his form for any injuries, you find none, lessening your worry. “So, what did you get me, bossman?”

Ekko takes a peek at the bag but doesn't give it to you. “I uh, I need to say something first.”

“Uh oh, did you find out about the yeast thing that happened last week?”

“What yeast thing?” His brows furrowed, adding to your endearment for the man before you.

“Nothing!” You smile innocently, fingers drumming along the impeccably clean counters. “So what was it that you were about to say?”

Inhaling, brown eyes roaming all over your pretty face, he falters once again. What if Sevika was wrong? What if you don't like him in that way? As the branches of the gingko tree flutter in the breeze, his heart pounds loudly in his chest.

“It's nothing. I forgot.” Ekko shakes his head, placing down the paper bag on the counter right in front of you so he could hide his deep exhale behind it.

“Okay then.” He can't read your tone while the bag is blocking his sight of you, maybe he shouldn't have done that when all he wants is to gaze at your face and maybe wake up to you in the morning. The bag rustles as you take out a simple cardboard box that's wrapped in a light green ribbon. From the sweet smell, you know that it's dessert. “You got me a treat!”

“I stopped by the bridge, it was the last slice since they were closing.” Rambling, he scratches the back of his head. Maybe he should've planned this through. But he can't seem to focus when his knees suddenly weaken, and his palms grow clammy. “It's all yours.”

You slide the bag away, revealing your happy expression. “Absolutely not, we're sharing it.”

A lopsided smile appears on his handsome face, platinum twists swaying from side to side as the wind goes by. “I got it for you.”

“Then that means that I can decide whether to share it or not, Ekko.” Somewhere, you procure two forks, giving him one as you gaze at him through your lashes. “Please?”

Huffing, yet his smile betrays him, he opens the box for you. The slice of cake looks delicious, a deep purple to coincide with its flavour. A simple vanilla cream is evenly spread on top and the sides of it. Your grin says that he did a good job at picking it.

“Ube, wow, you really went all out, Ekko.” Your voice turns whispery, flustered and full of fondness for him.

“Do you remember the time you tried to make something like this?” Leaning closer, he cuts the cake in even halves so that you two have even shares of the slice. He'll never confess the fact that yours is a little bit bigger than his though.

“It tasted like chocolate for some reason.” You giggle, mirroring his smile as you place your elbows on the counter to get closer to him. “And the kitchen was a fucking mess after that.”

“I had to help you clean before anyone else sees and ruins your reputation.” Ekko waits for you to dig in first. “It was good though, the cake.”

You take a small bit of the cake and let the sweetness melt in your tongue. “The company was pretty good too.”

Blinking, Ekko wonders if you've always casually flirted with him like this or was he just oblivious to it from the start? “Yeah, it was fun.” His words are laced with fondness and longing. He should've done this a long time ago. “I—”

“You know I'm in love with you, right?”

“What?” His fork stabs right through the cake.

Taking his hand, you help ease the fork off of the poor cake. “I said I'm in love with you, Ekko. I figured I should just tell you instead of tiptoeing around it.” Your palm gently wraps around his own, eyes cast towards the pair. “It's okay if you don't feel the same way, I think….I think I can get over it, eventually.” Eyes shining, you inhale shakily as you meet with his brown gentle eyes. “I'll be fine, I promise, but I need you to know that.”

“I—” With a burst of adrenaline, he has always been a man of action. Ekko lurches towards you and over the counter. Fork forgotten as he cups your cheek, kissing you gently as he tastes the ube on your lips.

It takes a moment for you to react, and he takes it as a mistake on his part until you grab his face before he could lean away and apologize. You kiss him back, lips melding with his own in a cacophony of saccharine kisses.

Breathing heavily, eyes practically shaped like hearts, Ekko finally realizes what Sevika meant. As he leans away, body almost falling off the counter, you hold onto him while he's half perched on the table.

The smile on your face never left as you brush your thumb over his cheek. “How's the cake, Ekko?”

He licks his lips, chuckling lightly as he feels the same warmth in his chest. “I don't know, I think I have to try it again.”

“Yeah?” You beam atop his lips.

“Yeah, I love you too.” He utters softly before meeting with your lips once again, hopefully it's the first of many.

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 9 months ago

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Hiiii! ^^

Could I request riddle,Leona,and Kalim who’s s/o was put under a love spell on purpose by another student so now they’re in love with said student, and the only way for them to break the spell on their s/o is by an act of true love?

Kalim Al-Asim:

Kalim doesn’t understand the switch-up, finding himself with an unbearable pain in his chest that no potion could cure. He heard whispers of something underfoot but couldn’t pinpoint the rumors, and you were almost refusing to talk to him at that point. Your new significant other seemed to keep you apart as long as possible, always at your side, and Kalim realized he had to say what he needed to regardless of who was around. His declaration of love is loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear, saying he knew you were meant to grow old together but if you didn’t feel the same, he would simply accept it. He would wait forever if he had to, even if you came back when he was a wrinkled old man on his last legs, just one more year of being together would make him the happiest man in the world. The potions persuasive powers never stood a chance against his genuine, slightly awkward words, and Kalim is overjoyed when you’re back in his arms.

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona doesn’t hesitate to investigate your sudden change in attitude, a good excuse to ignore the negativity swirling around inside of him as you appeared attached to another student’s side. It would be all too easy to beat the tar out of the student and then force him to reverse the effects, but that wouldn’t be an elegant show for a prince, would it? But a public declaration… As much as he loathed the thought of others in his business, he had to make it clear you were his. He hadn’t started a relationship with a person he didn’t have a future with, and he wasn’t going to be start all over with someone new. When he spoke others paid attention, and your gaze is drawn to him as he kept his eyes on you, as if there were no one else around. You were his, only his, just as he was yours, and he told you to consider that fact before finding yourself distracted by some herbivore. His actions generally spoke for him but for him to use his words was shocking enough that the potions effects wore off completely, and you find yourself in his arms confused about why you had done what you did. Leona sent a smirk to the student who had never truly captured your interest, the glint of his fangs serving as a threat if anymore foolishness was to take place.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle had never been more bewildered in his life. Had he done something wrong? Was there a relationship rule he had forgotten about that left you upset with him? He can’t imagine what he had done or why you couldn’t answer him, frustrated that he was left in the dark. Cater is the one who mentioned a new potion recipe floating around that could cause the sudden switch-up, recoiling at the sight of Riddle’s furrowed eyebrows and scowl as he asked how it could wear off. With no solution easily found Riddle began to research how to reverse these effects, looking into the ingredients used and spending long hours with his nose buried in various books to the point he was ignoring the Queen of Hearts rules. When he can finally brew the perfect concoction he enlisted Trey’s help (almost as if he was afraid to face you directly should this 'cure' fail), who placed it inside a treat you could never deny. You seem puzzled about why you’re not with Riddle, as tea time was approaching and you scurried off without a second thought as you didn’t want to be scolded for being late.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Kalim Al Asim #Leona Kingscholar #Riddle Rosehearts #Kalim Al Asim x Reader #Leona Kingscholar x Reader #Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

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siriuslovebot · 2 years ago

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˖ ࣪⭑˖ ࣪𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 ➸ 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒏 ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑫: hi! can i please request a remus x reader in which the reader has always had a huge crush on him, but thought the feelings were unrequited? she lets the secret slip to lily & marlene and somehow it gets back to remus who finds it very endearing and teases her a bit?

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: shy!reader, playful teasing, the pet name mouse, some suggestive dialogue but nothing explicit.

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: the reader has always had a huge crush on remus. the girls find out and marlene accidentally lets it get back to remus.

𝑨/𝑵: thank you for your request, lovely anon! i’ve luckily got a few requests that i’m working on, so thank you all for being patient with me. i also want to say thank you for all of the love on my last post! i was very nervous about my first post and i received so much love and support! requests are still open, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

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“morning, mouse.”

there’s a teasing touch to remus’s voice as he slides into the seat beside you. you glance at him out of the side of your eye as you take your potions textbook out of your bag, placing it gently on the table. a huff leaves your lips.

“are you lot ever gonna let that go?” you frown, crossing your arms as you turn to him.

there’s a soft smile playing on his lips, and a chuckle from sirius behind him as he joins the pair of you at the table.

“never gonna forget the look on mcgonagall’s face when she turned around,” says sirius brightly. you scowl at him, wanting to wipe the stupid amused grin right off of his face.

“shut up,” you say.

“it wasn’t so bad. you had a rather cute little snout…” remus touches a finger to the tip of his nose, his smile slowly changing from gentle to a rather shit-eating one.

“oh come on, how many people can say they turned themselves into a mouse, y/n? takes proper skill to cast a spell without realizing your wand is turned the wrong way.”

your face flushes pink. “i–i was distracted!” you defend.

“distracted, that’s right… chatting away to moony and casting spells at the same time. how’ve you gone this long without blowing yourself to pieces?”

you stick your tongue out at him, shoving his shoulder and laughing as he tumbles halfway off of his seat. he catches himself, making a face as he regains his spot.

“watch yourself, black,” you threaten. “how’d you like to be a dog permanently?”

“double check you’ve your wand turned the right way ‘round this time, yeah?”

there’s a thumping noise as you backhand his arm, and he winces dramatically.

“all right, you two,” says remus, voice amused. “slughorn’s here.”

chastised, you and sirius settle into your seats. the chattering of the rest of the class settles, and professor slughorn directs you to open your books to the correct chapter. you shift in your seat, glancing over at remus as he gathers his potions ingredients. his elbow nudges yours as he adjusts his cauldron.

“sorry, mouse,” he says offhandedly. though you insist you hate the silly nickname, the sound of him saying it makes your stomach do a little flip. your neck and ears burn, but you say nothing, instead focusing on the task at hand. sirius is distracted by james mouthing something at him across the classroom, which has caught lily’s attention as well. her gaze catches you for a second, and you hope she’s too far away to see the flustered expression decorating your features as you scramble to start on your potion.

invested in your textbook, you don’t notice when james makes his way over to your table, peering into your cauldrons as he returns from the class stores, having run out of one of his ingredients. “wonder why old sluggy’s got us brewing beautification potions,” he comments, making a face as he peers from sirius’s potion to remus’s.

“probably heard about y/n’s incident in transfiguration,” said sirius slyly, nudging your shoulder. your mouth falls open as james laughs.

“pads,” remus warns, throwing him a sharp glance.

sirius’s clear eyes dart between you and remus, and he holds his hands up in surrender. “sorry,” he says, “didn’t mean it, honest. y’know i think you’re fit, y/n.” he flashes a smile, turning on the charm.

you roll your eyes. “you’re a right git, you know that?”

“oh, come on. i’d have snogged the lights out of you by now if lily didn’t have her bloody rules,” he continues, back to his potion. james sniggering laugh fades as he returns to his table with lily and peter.

“‘m going to pretend i didn’t hear that,” says remus.

“likewise,” you agree, an incredulous laugh bubbling in your chest. sirius responds with a noncommittal shrug, sprinkling a handful of rose petals into his potion without a care in the world.

˖ ࣪⭑˖ ࣪

“so, mouse, how’d your study session in the library go?” the sound of the nickname coming in lily’s teasing voice causes your face to burn hot.

you turn towards her, having just pulled your nightgown over your head. you make a face, raking a hand through your hair as you flop onto your bed. marlene’s sprawled on her stomach at the end of your bed, flicking through a muggle magazine that lily brought back from holiday.

“not you too!” you complain, sighing heavily.

“i’m only teasing,” she says, leaning against the windowsill with her arms crossed over her chest. her lips are curled up in amusement, features slightly shadowed by the moonlight spilling in through the window behind her.

“i’ll never be y/n again. i’m gonna be mouse for the rest of my life at this rate,” you grumble, frustrated. “i mean, you accidentally transfigure yourself one time, and suddenly you’ve got a stupid nickname for life…”

marlene giggles at your dramatics, dropping the magazine onto your bed. “i think you’ll be okay. seems like james and sirius have gotten all of their fun out of it…” she trailed thoughtfully. “sirius was having the most fun with it, and even he was back to calling you y/n by the end of dinner.”

“remus, though,” lily begins, her eyes flashing with mischief. “seems like he really likes it.”

you swallow hard, trying not to think of the way your heart pounds at the sound of the silly nickname in his voice. tearing your eyes away from lily, you try to mask the embarrassment blooming on your face. even when the pair of you went to the library after your evening meal, he had taken to calling you ‘mouse’ without even realizing it. almost affectionately. you’d been reeling with butterflies the entire time, unable to focus on studying for your upcoming exams.

“kind of endearing, isn’t it?” continues marlene. “i mean, he gets this dreamy sort of look in his eyes when he’s talking to you… and it’s sort of a sweet nickname, if you think about it…”

“oh, come on,” you interject, as if they’re being ridiculous.

“no, honestly, y/n, you’re a bit oblivious,” lily adds. “he definitely thinks you’re fit.”

marlene smiles as you glance between the two of them, nodding her head in agreement. “and don’t lie and say you don’t feel the same way,” she warns.

“guys–”

lily narrows her eyes at you, “no lying.”

“i see you going all starry-eyed when you’re with him!” marlene sits up at the end of your bed, clasping her hands in her lap as she looks at you expectantly. “i’d bet ten galleons you curl up in your bed at night and dream of snogging remus lupin.”

“oh my godric,” you mutter, placing your hands to your burning face. you can’t bear to look either of them in the eye. you hate that they know you so well, and even worse that you’re doing a horrible job of hiding your crush on one of your best friends. it’s a miracle that no one’s gone blasting it all over the school yet.

“so it’s true?” lily prompts, leaning in to better hear your admission of guilt.

you huff, “don’t make me admit it.” your voice comes out as a whine, and that’s how they know they’ve got you. your secret has been exposed, and they’re having a giggling fit over it.

“next thing you know we’ll be finding moony and the mouse, curled up snogging in the common room,” says marlene, sounding smug.

“shut up,” you plead, though you can’t help the stupid smile that comes onto your lips as you shake your head.

“breaking all sorts of rules,” says lily. “including mine!”

lily’s one explicit rule: no marauders hooking up with her friends. a tried and true method of keeping the boys (mostly sirius) out of yours and marlene’s pants. it’s been foolproof.

“oh, shove it with the rules, evans,” marlene retorts. “you’d forget all about them once the four of you can go on silly little double dates.”

you feign a gag, and it sends them both into fits of laughter. “i am not going on any double dates.”

“no,” says lily, breathless, “i don’t think remus would like that very much, either…”

˖ ࣪⭑˖ ࣪

“where’s your chaperone, mckinnon?” it’s sirius, lounging on one of the sofas in the gryffindor common room. his wand is in his hand, flicking back and forth as he sends a tiny spark of light bouncing around the common room. he’s bored, waiting for the return of remus and james, probably to cause some trouble.

marlene crosses her arms over her chest. “she’s wrapped around your best friend, black,” she says, a faux-disgusted look plastered on her face. “they’re in a broom closet, snogging each other’s faces off…”

“ugh,” sirius says, dropping his wand as he leans up on his elbows to meet marlene’s gaze. “i showed james that bloody closet. now he’s gone and defiled it…” he flops back onto the couch, looking slightly sickened.

“can’t keep their hands off each other, the pair of them,” sirius continues after a moment.

marlene laughs, settling into one of the plush armchairs near the sofa sirius occupies. “you’re telling me.”

“what about moony?” sirius asks.

“studying with y/n.”

sirius nods, having expected that answer. “y’know, they’re as bad as lily and james. worse, i think,” he says. “it’s a nightmare, having to watch him fawn over her like a little lost puppy. i mean, ‘m supposed to be the canine here…” he shakes his head.

“you should hear y/n,” marlene counters. she’s not thinking as she speaks to sirius, not realizing she’s going on about your crush that you explicitly asked her not to discuss with anyone, especially not james or sirius. “the girl’s just dreaming of being shoved into a broom closet with remus. i wish they’d get over themselves and get a room.”

there’s a second of quiet between them, before marlene realizes what she’s just done. her eyes widen, and she blinks as sirius turns to look at her. she opens her mouth, though no words come out for a moment. “sirius–”

“well, i don’t know about shoving but–”

“sirius, listen to me,” marlene threatens, her voice sharp. “you can’t say anything. please. y/n will kill me.”

“ah, marls, that ship has sailed,” he laughs, sitting up. “moony’s in for a treat.” he practically leaps from his place on the sofa, looking awfully haughty as he plans to expose the blooming feelings between the two of his friends.

“sirius!” she hisses. “i’ll give you five galleons to keep it to yourself. please.”

sirius tuts, shaking his head. “sorry, love. i’ve no need for your money. besides, i’m doing all of us a favor here.”

marlene deflates before him, feeling extremely defeated as she watches sirius leave the common room, a new swagger in his step. dread clouds her senses as she realizes she’s going to have to tell you that she revealed your crush on remus.

˖ ࣪⭑˖ ࣪

“you’re looking awfully chipper this morning,” comments sirius, eyes skirting over you as you join him in the corridor.

“it’s hogsmeade weekend,” you say simply, hooking your arm through his to lead him down to the entry hall. it seems the rest of your friends have left already, none of them keen on waiting for you to return from the greenhouses this morning after helping professor sprout harvest flobberworm mucous for extra credit. “thanks for waiting for me, by the way.”

“someone had to,” he says, sounding a bit sheepish.

you roll your eyes, used to his faux disdain at your expense. “how’s moony?” you ask as you join the rest of the students making their way down to hogsmeade. the full moon was a couple nights ago, and you hadn’t seen your beloved lycanthrope in far too long. he tended to avoid you when it was, ahem, that time of the month, and though you thought it was unnecessary during the day, you understood. sirius and james could deal with him when he was in that state, but none of them liked to risk having you or the girls anywhere near his furry little problem. it was thoughtful, honestly.

“exhausted,” replies sirius. “he wanted to wait for you, but lily didn’t want to leave him alone. reckon she was scared he’d fall asleep standing up and get a concussion.”

you laugh half-heartedly and wonder why remus didn’t decide to stay behind and get some sleep. you worried about him, oftentimes wondering if he was truly taking care of himself properly. each time he went out to the shrieking shack he returned with new scars, looking more and more ill as the weeks went on. it was a wonder he was managing his classes and keeping decent marks.

you chatter back and forth as you make your way to hogsmeade, sirius recounting their latest excursion in the shrieking shack. you finally make it to hogsmeade, spotting lily’s bright hair shining in the sun, and the goofy look on james’s face as he does some impersonation of one of your classmates, that you just happen to catch the tail-end of.

“who’s that you’re mocking, prongs?” you raise your eyebrows, arms crossed as the group begins marching towards the three broomsticks.

“i’ll have a guess,” says sirius. he thinks it over for a second, then a lightbulb seems to go off in his head. “that hufflepuff fifth year, what’s his name? the burly one, tried out for seeker and wrecked his broom into the stands?”

james erupts into a fit of cackling laughter, nodding his head. “yes, yes!” he claps, looking quite pleased with his interpretation of the hufflepuff boy’s less than graceful dismount. remus laughs softly, while marlene rolls her eyes.

“not everyone is as adept as you on a broomstick, potter,” says marlene.

“i’m only joking,” james says, shrugging. “‘sides, it’s not like anyone’s gonna tell the poor guy. what he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.” the dark-haired boy winks as he opens the door to the three broomsticks, waving you all inside.

you nudge remus in the side as you stand in the crowd, waiting to push through the gaggles of students to find a table big enough to fit all of you.

“hello, mouse,” he says, voice tired although he’s sporting his usual smile. sirius was right. he looks awfully haggard, and a lot like he should be in bed instead of traipsing through hogsmeade.

“how are you feeling?” you ask, concerned. your conversation is overshadowed by the chatter all around you, which you’re thankful for. it’s unlikely anyone could overhear the two of you discussing his delicate situation.

“i could go for a long nap,” he says, truthfully. “missed you, though.”

your heart leaps in your chest, and a shy half-smile finds its way to your lips. “you don’t have to exhaust yourself just to see me, rem,” you say, flushed.

“i don’t mind.” he shrugs. his hand bumps yours as you stand, watching sirius push through a crowd of confused looking third-years, heading for a table in the corner. he hooks one finger with yours for half a second, before the two of you are following your friends to the table.

you swear the touch sends your whole body vibrating, your heart beating loudly enough that you’re sure everyone in the pub can hear it. you take your seat, head swimming as you settle down and order a butterbeer when madame rosmerta comes for your orders.

after the three broomsticks, your group splits up. james and sirius flit off to spintwitches sporting needs, james muttering something about new quidditch gloves. marlene and lily run into mary macdonald outside of honeydukes. which leaves you and remus.

“right, mouse, where to?” remus looks to you for direction, having brightened up a bit since having something to drink. he’s much less ill-looking, although you notice a fresh scar creeping up from beneath the neckline of his sweater. your eyes skirt over the wound, but you jerk your attention away before he notices.

“how about gladrags?” you wonder aloud. “i saw a nice blouse in there on the last hogsmeade weekend. ‘course, i talked myself out of buying it at the time, but i really want it…” you realize that you’re rambling, and stop before you can embarrass yourself.

“after you,” he offers his arm, and you try not to look flustered as you take it.

gladrags is empty as ever, very few wizards doing any clothing shopping at this time of year, it seems. the cashier is an ancient elderly lady, who shouts hello at you as you enter. you reply, but she’s got hearing problems, and you’re not loud enough. remus shouts a greeting back, earning a smile from the lady and a fit of giggles from you.

“poor old woman,” remus says, amused.

“hush,” you say quietly, although there’s no risk of her accidentally hearing you.

“sorry,” he says, eyes still crinkled as he smiles. “now, where is this lovely blouse?” he inquires, quirking an eyebrow. you finger through the racks, looking for the pale-coloured, silken fabric. you finally find it, the last shirt on a very back rack.

“what do you think?” you ask, holding the fabric up against your front, peering down at it.

“hmmm,” remus examines the fabric, taking the tail of it between his fingers. “looks like a blouse.”

you roll your eyes. “this is why i don’t go shopping with boys,” you say, laughing softly.

“maybe you should try it on,” he suggests. “i’m sure it looks better on.”

you nod. “good idea,” you flit off to the changing rooms. remus waits for you, your coat draped over his arm as he waits for you to change, listening to you curse as you fiddle with the buttons on the blouse. you adjust the lace outlining the neckline and the sleeves, smoothing the fabric as you eye yourself in the mirror.

“okay, rem, what do you think?” you thrust open the curtain to the changing room. remus’s eyes widen a tad, and you swear there’s a flush of pink across his cheeks. he forces his gaze up from the dip in the silken fabric that accentuates your chest, and meets your eyes. you shift under his gaze, looking hopeful.

“erm,” he clears his throat, brushing a strand of hair off of his forehead. “much better on, absolutely. very pretty, mouse.”

“i thought so, too,” you agree, turning away and sweeping the curtain shut behind you. outside, you hear him swear under his breath and the sound of shuffling. your hands tremble a bit, your nerves getting the better of you. the complement, coupled with the bloody nickname. it’s enough to have your head spinning, wishing you could just grab him by the shoulders and kiss him silly. in your mind’s eye you see the almost bashful look in his eyes as he took in the sight of you, and you can’t focus on anything else.

after a few moments of struggling with the stupid buttons, unable to undo them, you hear his voice on the other side of the door.

“okay in there?” he asks, closer now. the sound of his voice sends a jolt through you.

“i’m all right,” you respond. “can’t get these bleeding buttons undone.”

it’s quiet for a second. “need help, mouse?”

you freeze. he sounds like he genuinely wants to help. you tell yourself he’s just a friend offering help to his friend. deep down, though, you’re hopeful. maybe your feelings are not as one-sided as you thought…

you struggle with the buttons for another second, then concede. you peek out of the changing room, ensuring there are no witnesses, before dragging him inside by the sleeve of his sweater. there’s a split second of tension, his gaze finding your half-unbuttoned blouse before it lands on your clearly flustered expression.

he laughs gently. your brows pull together.

“what’s funny?” you ask, frowning.

“‘m sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “let me just…” he trails, hanging up your discarded coat before his nimble fingers come to the buttons on your chest. goosebumps rise on your skin, and you try not to shiver. you follow his movements, his face screwed up in concentration as he fiddles with the tricky buttons.

“i’m starting to rethink this purchase, considering it’s a nightmare getting off,” you say, pressing your lips together as his eyes flick up to your face. he smiles, amused.

“i think you should get it,” remus says.

“you think so?”

“yeah. especially if you’ll be needing my help taking it off more often.” you swear he winks at you, and your knees turn into jelly. has he really just said that? you blink for a second, one of your hands coming up to stop his fingers from unhooking the buttons.

“moony…”

“what?” he looks up at you, a teasing glint in his pale brown eyes.

your cheeks are pink, and your eyes dreamy as you look at him. his skin is warm where your hand is clasped around his, and despite his exhaustion, he’s never felt more alive.

“i– sorry,” he says, “you just— you look very beautiful. and i think it would be a waste not to buy this blouse when it wouldn’t look nearly as good on anyone else.” his voice has gone quiet. he swallows before continuing. “sirius said... well, maybe he was lying, but he said you have feelings for me... and i just wanted you to know that i feel the same.”

the butterflies in your stomach have turned to dragons, ravaging your insides. you’re pressed close to him, close enough to feel his breath fanning over your skin. inside your chest, your heart is beating fast enough that you’re sure it’s going to burst any second. with your free hand, you reach up and slowly trace the new scar on his neck, up to his face. you cup his cheek, your thumb swiping just beneath his clear eyes.

“can i kiss you, mouse?” he asks, the question barely audible.

“i would like that,” you say simply.

there’s a split second of hesitation, before he’s pulling you into him. his lips are softer than you expected, gently parting to deepen the kiss. you tighten your grasp around his hand, and your other hand snakes around to curl into the hair at the nape of his neck. he presses closer to you, very lightly, as if you’re delicate. you hum against his mouth, your head swimming as you finally force yourself to part ways. the blouse is still halfway undone, forgotten between the two of you. you’re drunk on his presence, wishing you were back in the castle so you could have him all to yourself, for as long as you’d like.

“we–um, do you want to get out of here?” you suggest, pressing your lips together. the ghost of his mouth against yours is driving you crazy. you feel incomplete without him wrapped around you. you want him touching you, forever.

“let’s get this off, quick,” he says, nodding. he struggles for another second with the pesky buttons, and then you’re slipping the blouse over your shoulders. remus adverts his gaze, and you can’t help but smile. such a gentleman. you adore him.

“is the coast clear?” you wonder, once you’re dressed and ready to go.

“think we’re all right,” he says. he leads you to the front counter, and generously pays for your new blouse, which he admits he likes very much.

“in fact,” he says as you exit the shop, “i think you should wear it again tonight.”

“really?” you ask, unable to mask the beaming smile on your face.

“mhmm,” he agrees, interlacing your fingers as he leads you down the street, in search of the rest of your friends. “actually, i think it’d be quite nice tomorrow night, too… and the night after that, and after that…” he trails, grinning as you smack him playfully on the arm.

it seems the rest of the group have been searching for you for a while, lily approaching with an exasperated look on her face.

“where have you two been?” she asks.

“we’ve been looking everywhere,” adds marlene.

“sorry–” you begin, but you’re cut off by sirius, who takes a step closer to peer at the two of you.

“why have you got that look on your face, moony?” he narrows his gaze at remus, who shrugs. “and you–” he turns to you “--your lips are all swollen. oh! merlin, you’ve been off swapping saliva haven’t you?” he makes a very long, exaggerated gagging noise to which james offers loud laughter.

“oh, shut up, sirius,” you mutter, shoving him as you begin your walk back to the castle. “you’re just mad that no one’s offered to swap saliva with you.”

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