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cherryobx · 5 months ago

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turn the radio up - I have so many songs I want to share with you sjsj. but they all seem difficult to write with bc ofc my music taste is basically really emotional songs jsjs. but a classic that i’ll always love is iris by the goo goo dolls !! maybe that could be a cute one with like comfort or something? but idk, you’re the writer hihi. so do with it whatever you want <3

Iris

summary: you go looking for JJ after a big fight with his dad and it ends with a confession of feelings

a/n: it was supposed to be based on that song but i got kinda carried away so this will have to do lol, also, i was too lazy to proofread so let me know if you spot any mistakes

wc: 1.8k

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of JJ's dad (deserves a warning), happy ending tho

“Have you guys seen JJ?” You barge into the chateau where all of your friends are currently watching a movie on John B’s old and kind of broken TV. Well, everyone except one.

“Weren’t you two supposed to go ‘midnight surfing’ together?” Kiara asks from her spot on the floor. Even if she would’ve fit on the couch, she preferred to sit on the floor as she found it more comfortable.

“We were but he never showed up.” Your voice is full of worry. He never just stands you up like this. He’s late all the time but he always shows up eventually. He’d never do this to you intentionally which is why you’re so worried in the first place.

“He probably just fell asleep,” John B butts in, eyes glued to the TV screen in the corner of the room.

“Yeah, go check his place, see if he’s home,” Kie suggests. “Do you want me to come with you?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. Stay and enjoy your movie. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You rush out of there as fast as you arrived, grabbing your bicycle and biking towards JJ’s house.

JJ doesn’t live very far away so you’re there in a couple of minutes. In fact you can reach everywhere in Kildare in a very short amount of time. It’s a small place.

Leaving your bike in the driveway, you creep up to the window of his bedroom. You didn’t want to take the risk of knocking on the door and running into JJ’s dad. It’s a small risk since he’s away most of the time but it’s a risk you’re not willing to take.

The light in his room is not on but the light from the moon reveals enough, he’s not there. If JJ’s not in his room he’s not home. It’s as simple as that.

Your worry increases. If he’s not at the chateau and if he’s not at home, where the hell is he?

You walk back to where you left your bike and start walking away from there, pushing the bike beside you. You need a second to think. Where could he be?Why didn’t he call? Did something happen? With his dad maybe? It’s very possible. JJ’s dad is not known for his kind heart and sweet words. You suspect that might be the cause because nothing else could make JJ miss hanging out with you. Especially without saying anything.

Where would you go if you were JJ?

You walk and ponder for a while. There are not very many places JJ would go in a time like this. Usually he goes to the chateau or your place because they’re more his home than his actual home ever was.

Then it dawns on you. There’s this place that JJ showed you a couple of months ago. He made you swear not to tell anyone. Even made you pinky swear. He said it’s his secret spot, somewhere he goes when he needs a moment alone and space to think.

It’s a really beautiful place and it became your favourite spot too. It’s not far from the chateau but it’s hidden enough to be private. There’s a big oak tree near a small creek. When it’s sunny, the sun shines through the leaves and makes the water sparkle and it’s magical. Beautiful, really.

You’re sure that’s where he must be.

Hopping onto your bike you ride there in a record time. You leave your bike at the side of the road and push through the bushes and trees to reach this secret spot of JJ’s. Well, yours too now.

And there he is. JJ’s sitting on the ground, on the green soft moss, his back leaning against the oak tree. His knees are pulled up to his chest and his hands are resting on them. Even if he hears you approaching, he doesn’t turn his head to look. He just keeps looking ahead.

It’s even more magical in the middle of the night than it is during the day.

You sit down beside him carefully so as not to startle him. “Hey,” you say softly.

His face is covered in various cuts and bruises.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is raspy and devoid of all emotion. He still won’t look at you.

“I came looking for you. You didn’t show at the beach. I was worried.”

“You shouldn’t have.” He throws a rock into the creek and the splash of water sounds so loud in the quiet of the night.

“What? Why?”

He stays quiet. His lips are pulled between his teeth as if to specifically stop himself from speaking.

“JJ, talk to me.” You place your hand on his.

“Got into it with my dad again. It’s nothing. Just go.” He shrugs your hand off, physically pulling away from you. It hurts because JJ never denies physical touch from you. In fact, he craves it. He initiates it most of the time. His hands are always on you no matter what. It’s one of the things you love about him so much. Among many other things.

“You shouldn’t be alone here.”

“I don’t want you here right now,” he bursts out, finally looking at you. His eyes are red and so full of hurt.

You're taken aback by his words, mouth agape at his outburst. “What?”

“You heard me. I don’t want you here. So just go home. I don’t care.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Even though his words hurt, you stand your ground and don’t back down. He needs you there. At least, you’d need him in a situation like this, you think.

“Then I’m going.” He stands up and starts to leave.

You shoot up from the ground and grab his hand to stop him.

“Let go of me.” He stops and stares at your hand gripping his wrist. It must be painful with the way you're digging your nails into his skin but you don’t let go.

“No.”

“Y/N…” he warns, his tone low and angry.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Let the fuck go of me.” He’s actually angry now but doesn’t make a move. You know he doesn’t actually want to go.

You’re desperate now. “Why won’t you talk to me? I’m right here JJ.”

“I want to be alone right now.”

“Do you really?”

“Yes.”

“You’re a fucking liar.”

He seems genuinely taken aback by that. “Excuse me?”

“You fight with your dad all the time. And I get it, it’s hard and I’m sorry. But you never pull away from me like that. Never. I know you like the back of my hand, JJ. There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“It’s none of your fucking business,” he snarls.

“Your problems are my problems, right? Isn’t that what you said to me when I was sick last month and you wouldn’t leave my side? What happened to that, huh?”

There’s a beat of silence where the only things heard are the running water, rustling of leaves and your angry breathing.

He sighs and you feel him relax in your grip but you still won’t let go, scared that he’ll flee as soon as you do.

“We fought.”

“I know.”

“About you.”

Now you’re genuinely aghast. “What?” You blink in confusion, your grip on his hand loosening.

“He said some stuff I can never say to you and I couldn’t see you after that. I couldn’t bear the thought of facing you after the things he said.”

“What did he say?”

“I won’t tell you.”

“Tell me.”

“No. And don’t fucking argue because I will take those words to grave with me. I’ll make sure of that.”

You nod. Maybe it’s for the best.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Am I okay?” he chuckles dryly. “Never been better. I feel like a fucking loser, a failure with an asshole for a dad. And I’m so fucking alone that it physically hurts in here.” He places his hand right over his heart.

“You’re none of those things, JJ. Not to anyone, not to me.”

“Who’s the fucking liar now?”

“I’m not fucking lying, JJ!” You force him to look into your eyes. “Your dad might be an asshole, a big one at that, but you’re not a failure or a loser. I don’t know how but didn’t turn out like him. You have a future. He threw it away. And you’re not alone. You have us,” you refer to your friends. “And you have me.”

You place your other hand on his hand that’s still on his chest. “You’ll always have me.”

“Not in the way I want. Not in the way I need.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You know, I’ve never taken anyone here before.” He looks around his secret little getaway. “You’re the first person I’ve shown it to. The only one I thought it was worth showing to.”

Your eyes remain on his face as he talks, taking in his features.

“I’ve never wanted to take anyone here before. I didn't understand why I wanted to show you this place so badly. Why it mattered to me if you liked it or not? And then I realized I’m in love with you and I’m absolutely fucked.”

I blink slowly, mouth agape, as I try to process his words. “You’re in love with me?”

“Yeah. And I know it’s stupid and I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because it fucking ruins everything. You’re never gonna wanna speak to me again and things are gonna be so awkward and-”

I interrupt his rambling. “Have you even asked me what I feel?”

“What?”

“You go on this tangent about how your feelings for me are horrible but you don’t even know how I feel. So ask me. Ask me what I feel for you, JJ.”

“What do you feel for me?”

“I feel like I want to hit you, JJ. I’ve been in love with you for like… ever and you didn’t even seem to notice. I’ve made it very clear. Hell, everyone else except you knows that I’m head over heels for your stupid ass.”

“Are you serious?” he asks.

“Of course I’m fucking serious, JJ. You think I’d tell you this for shits and giggles?”

“You-” he wants to say something but seems to think twice and before you know it his lips are on yours. His hands are on the sides of your face, pulling you close. You melt against his body, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“That was for shits and giggles.” He pulls away, completely out of breath.

“Totally,” you say and pull him back against your lips for another kiss.

“But I mean it, JJ,” you state when you finally separate again.

“What?”

“I’ll always be here for you. Through the bad and through the good. Always. I promise.”

“So do I.”

“You better,” you jokingly threaten and he laughs at that.

“Do you wanna go to the chateau? The others are watching a movie right now.”

He denies your offer. “No, I’d rather stay here with you for now. If that’s okay?”

“It can be arranged.” You smile up at him and his face lights up.

“Good.”

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dinogoofymutated · 6 months ago

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I absolutely adore how you write Kurt,

Could you write something for Kurt being concerned for an overworked reader?

And or a reader that struggles with sleep?

SFW!Nightcrawler/GN! Reader The amount of comfort that this man gives me UGH! He's just so caring and sweet, but I worry about him :( He's been the therapist friend in basically every episode in 97' and he deserves some comfort too so I added basically the reverse version of these headcannons at the end as well! Sorry I didn't end up writing anything for sleep, I've written a fic with some sleep struggle themes here but I might end up writing some seperate headcannons for that later! TWs: Themes of burnout/exhaustion. Mentions of the Genosha attack and Remy's death/funeral, religious themes. As always, reader written while picturing Fem! But no pronouns mentioned. I'm doing my best with adding German dialect while Kurt speaks but I'm not super knowledgeable, so let me know if there's something I need to change!

Kurt makes it his absolute mission to make sure you're always taken care of. Food, emotional support, laundry, dishes, Hell, he'd give you the sun and stars if you needed them. He just cares about you so much, and he never wants you to feel like you're alone in this world.

This being said, when he feels that you're overworking yourself, he's not afraid to let you know.

When he first starts to notice it, He'll check in on you more often. He'll pull you into a hug and give you kisses and he'll only leave when you reassure him that you're perfectly fine.

If you're still overworking yourself after this, he will outright tell you that he loves you, but you need a break. You can't go on like this and he's concerned about you. He doesn't purposely give you the sad puppy eyes, but seriously, how could you think about saying no to that face?

He really likes to brush his hands through your hair when he's trying to help you relax. He'll move your head into his lap on the couch and hum you softly to sleep. He might take you to bed, but he won't wake you up unless he absolutely has to. He won't go as far as to turn off your alarms, but he just wants you to rest.

However, if you know you're overworking yourself but still refuse to let yourself stop, or take a break, he's going to be a little more "aggressive".

Your computer screen is giving you a migraine, you feel like you want to tear your brain out of your head, and plainly? You just can’t sit still. You had been in this spot for about six hours straight. The last time you actually got up was to eat dinner, and even then you had only relaxed for what, thirty minutes? You can’t really remember.

You sigh deeply, leaning back in your chair as you massage your temples. Working for the budding country of Genosha was certainly not for the weak. You needed to have this paperwork finished and faxed before the end of the week so that talks of Genosha entering the U.N. could continue. It was such a hefty amount, but it was necessary. Everyone else had done their part, and all you had to do was make corrections, edit, and make sure everything was in top shape. You’d been working on it for about three days straight, and with the finish line in sight, you didn’t want to stop now.

Oh, but your head hurts so bad, and you feel like you're starving. You look from your computer to your copy machine and the huge stack of mostly finished paperwork on your desk. You just want it to be over with, you decide it’s best if you just push through.

“You haven’t moved from that spot since lunch,” You hear Kurt state. He comes around the side of your chair to brush some stray locks away from your forehead, and you do your best to give him a smile, although it’s obvious the expression is pained.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” Your voice comes out a little gravelly from being silent most of the day. Kurt’s hands begin to gather your hair and caress the back of your neck lovingly. His hands feel good, grounding. You close your eyes to appreciate the feeling and miss the sight of Kurt’s frown.

“Let’s get you to bed, Liebchen. I can tell your head hurts.” Kurt’s tone is gentle, although displeased, and it makes you feel guilty when you shake your head and pull away, leaning forward as you restack the paperwork on your desk.

“I can’t. I’m almost done with this whole U.N. thing and the sooner it’s over, the better.” You mumble stubbornly. Kurt shakes his head at you, pulling your rolling chair away from the desk before you can get your hands on something else. You don’t even have the energy to express your shock as Kurt takes the papers out of your hands, using the table to straighten them before placing them in their proper place. He tuts at you as he does so, and continues to save your files and power down the computer despite your protests.

“My apologies, love, but I won’t let you rot in this room for another moment. I understand how important this work is to you. Giving Genosia a voice that the world can hear is a very noble cause, and yet it is still a cause that can wait till tomorrow, Ja?” You open your mouth to attempt to protest again, but your head hurts so bad, and you are so tired. Kurt takes your hands to help you out of your chair, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pulls you into a gentle hug.

“Okay. But-” You don’t finish your sentence before Kurt is tucking your face into his shoulder, sparing you the view as he Bamfs you away. When he lets you go, you’re standing in your bedroom. You’re thankful that he spared you the sights, knowing that it would have just made your head worse- but it didn’t change the fact that you hadn’t been remotely done in the office.

“-I still need to lock up, Kurt.” You start to say, but he’s gone in a puff of smoke before you can even finish the sentence. When he makes it back a few minutes later, Kurt sends you a cheeky smile, lifting his tail to show you the keys he must’ve snagged from your pocket earlier.

“Did you-”

“Lock the file cabinet? Yes. And I turned off your lamp, and closed the curtains before I locked the door.” Kurt kisses your temple as he sits you down on the bed, beginning to take your shoes off. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you taken care of.” You feel like your heart might explode with the overwhelming fondness you’re feeling right now. When he’s done with your shoes, he carefully helps you undress and change into pajamas, something he knows you struggled with when you were as exhausted as you are now. He makes sure to tuck you into bed before he himself goes to change. It doesn’t matter how much pain you felt at this point, when he crawled into bed you couldn’t stop yourself from curling up close to him, pressing tired kisses to whatever part of him you could reach. Kurt simply chuckles, pulling you into an embrace as he whispers sweet encouragements for you to sleep.

“Kurt?”

“Yes, Meine Liebe?”

“ ‘Think you could Marry me?”

Now just because Kurt will do everything in his power to keep you from reaching the point of burnout, doesn't mean that he himself will stop from reaching that point.

Kurt is a genuinely good person, right to the core. He likes helping people, he likes to care for others, but he doesn't always ask for help when he needs it. It's not that he doesn't have emotional intelligence for his own feelings, he just tends to soothe himself by assisting others. Even then, to an extent, that's not healthy coping. There is only so much someone can carry alone.

After the attack on Genosha, there was a lot of work that had to be done- and Kurt, being a familiar and dependable face in the many religious communities, was needed constantly in a tumultuous time when many turned to religion.

It's been a struggle for the two of you, much of your time together being cut short in one way or another, and the longer you spent away, the more worried you became.

It all came to a head after Remy's funeral.

Remy’s funeral was… Rough. To say the least. No one was coping very well, especially not Jubilee. You had walked out to the cars with the group after the last of the dirt had been laid, making sure to give her a tight hug. The X-men were the only real family she had ever had, and now she had lost a brother. You had let her sob for a moment, listening to her cries and the sounds of doors, opening and closing.

When everyone had loaded up and was ready to head out, you noticed that Kurt wasn’t there. You told everyone that you would catch up. You had a feeling you knew where he would be.

You find Kurt in an empty church. He’d shed his outermost robes at some point, and was sitting silently on a pew. His eyes are closed and his hands folded, praying. You don’t disturb him as you sit down, simply reaching a hand out and placing it on his knee, squeezing it to let him know you were there. When he finishes, he places his hand over your own, opening his eyes as he looks down. His tears are flowing freely, and he leans into your touch when you wipe them from his cheeks.

“I’ve been told that there is strength in a man that freely mourns, but… It’s silly. I can’t help but wish that I was stronger.” Kurt’s almost whispering as he speaks. You feel a lump form in your throat, your stinging eyes welling with tears for the countless time today. It hurts so unbelievably to see someone you love hurting so much, knowing that there is so little that you can do to make the pain go away, even if the loss is shared.

“It’s not silly. I think that a lot of people feel the same- especially right now.” You say. You take hold of his left hand, tracing the cool metal band on his finger. You compare it to the one you wear, and find yourself thankful that the hand that bears his is still warm. You think of Rogue and Remy. The life they could’ve had together, if only they had been given more time.

You lean your head on Kurt’s shoulder, and he rests his head on top of your own.

“You don’t have to carry it alone.” You whisper eventually. Kurt says nothing, lacing his fingers between yours. “I know we haven't had a lot of time together lately, but as long as I’ve known you, you’ve carried so much on your shoulders- but you don’t have to do it alone. That’s what I’m here for, remember?” Kurt laughs lightly at your words, squeezing your left hand before lifting it to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

“You are a gift that I’m not entirely sure I deserve, my love,” Kurt says. You scoff at him, frowning now as you look up to meet his eyes.

“Lying is a sin, Kurt.” You say playfully. His smile is blinding, and you gasp as Kurt Wagner of all people rolls his eyes at you.

“Even if it was a lie, which it isn’t, as long as I have you near, Schatz, Heaven will be in reach.”

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stevebabey · 2 years ago

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Eddie loves to complain.

It’s a known fact to Eddie, to Wayne, to every single sorry son-of-a-bitch who winds up being friends with him, that Eddie loves to complain. Half the time he opens his mouth, it’s to let an absurd about of bitching fall out of it. Trailer trash with a trash mouth, is what he calls himself sometimes, always with a wry grin.

Even more so, Eddie loves to complain about how Steve Harrington seems to get everything he wants in life.

He gets the big house at the end of the block, the spot of captain of the basketball team (not that that’s a position Eddie would ever gun for), the stupid title of ‘King Steve’ that let him soar through high school, untouched.

Missing homework? Well, King Steve Harrington just gets a gentle reprimand, a reminder to make homework a priority next time. Whereas, Mr. McKay had nearly popped his eyeball out in stress when chewing Eddie out for his missing homework in the very same week.

Double fucking standards. He’s pretty sure he’s seen Steve get free shakes down at Harper’s Diner which made Eddie scoff— as if the likes of Steve Harrington can’t pay for his own shakes.

So, yeah, to Eddie? Steve Harrington gets everything he wants.

It becomes so much of a habit — bitching and blaming King Steve for every other minuscule inconvenience as well — that even when Eddie has the week from hell and his entire worldview is shifted, quite literally, upside down, he still complains about Steve.

Because, damn it, even at all this, Steve is better than Eddie is.

Ignoring the fact it’s definitely not Steve’s first rodeo, Eddie can’t help but keep the bite in his tone. It feels a bit too humiliating, being kept bed-ridden in Steve’s empty mansion due to wounds that need tending to every day. Hidden from angry mobs because he’s that unlikable in this town.

Worse, is that even though Steve got a bite taken out of him too, he seems just fucking peachy compared to Eddie.

Pathetic Eddie who can’t even change his own bandages yet. Steve’s more gentle than Eddie probably deserves for all his bitching at him.

Because, of course he bitches. Eddie can’t help it; some defence mechanism from within that isn’t sure how to handle the fact Steve is, like actually genuinely, a decent person. It’s worse when Steve waves it off. Shrugs off his pointy comments, might make a comment about being ‘someone’s grouchy and tired’ but is still so fucking nice.

Until the one day he doesn’t shrug off the comment— this time when Eddie makes a complaint, whinging and grumbling about can’t believe I’m stuck with Steve Harrington playing nurse, Steve narrows his eyes. Then he sighs.

“What’s your problem with me, man?” Steve asks, not unkind, just probing. He’s still winding one of the bandages around Eddie’s torso, the latter propped against the bathroom sink.

Fuck, this bathrooms massive. It’s bigger than Eddie’s entire room at the trailer. He hates it for that. He hates that he’s had more gentle touches in this bathroom in the weeks living here, with Steve, than he had in his whole 20 years since— well, since his mama died really. He tries not to think about that much.

Eddie really glad he asked; he thinks he’s had this whole speech prepped since sophomore year and Steve’s stupidly fluffy hair and smarmy grin walked through Hawkins High’s front doors. Charmed his way to top of the school with his stupid perfect life.

But, well, not all of that is true anymore. Eddie knows there’s quite a few holes in his original fantasised idea of what the perfect life of Steve Harrington looks like. Doesn’t matter, Eddie’s still got a bone to pick. He’s stubborn that way.

“What’s my problem? Did you meet yourself in high school?”

Steve winces a bit at that, his eyes ducking away but his hands keep moving, winding the gauze slowly and carefully. He doesn’t say anything, thinking, but Eddie rolls on regardless.

“Dude, you get— you have everything. You have the house, the popularity- shit, half the population of the school had the hots for you.” He doesn’t mention that he was at one point part of that population. Might still be if Steve keeps being so nice to him. Damn, he’s easy.

His tone as he talks tells a completely different story though, all annoyed and dramatic. “I once saw Miss O’Donnell wave off a failed test just cos. Just cos you were you! That’s the same fucking test that failed me the first time round.”

Eddie waves his hand around, on a roll now; he’s had plenty of practice with bitching about the likes of how Steve Harrington has it all.

“I know all this shit is, well, not fuckin’ ideal but even then! It’s like, of course, you’ll roll out of this with some badass scars that the chicks will dig.”

Steve is still listening intently, Eddie can tell because his eyes flick up to meet his every couple of seconds. His hands keep working.

Eddie huffs and winces at the pain that radiates up and down his side. “If you had these scars,” he gestures up and down. His side is undeniably worse than Steve’s own, they both know. “It would just be badass. Survivor shit, yanno? On me, it’s just, like, shitty mutilation.”

The sentence hangs in the air and Eddie feels his embarrassment creep up by how quickly that turned into a pity-fest, which absolutely not the point. The point is that Steve gets it all and Eddie gets nothing — and that’s how it’s always been.

Steve says quiet for a bit thinking as he ties off the end of Eddie’s bandage. He has to pull it tight and Eddie winces again, another flush on pain. Even if it’s not as embarrassing as it had been in the beginning, Steve taking care of these wounds for him, Eddie still hates it.

“So, that’s your problem with me? You think I get everything I want?” Steve asks plainly, pulling his hands back and folding them across his chest. Eddie hates how handsome he looks doing it. Then hates himself for noticing it.

“In a manner of words, yes.”

Steve uncrosses his arms and suddenly leans forward, planting his hands on either side of Eddie’s hips on the bathroom counter. He leans into his space and Eddie has to force himself not to pull back instinctively. Steve’s face is very close to his.

“And... if I want you?” Steve asks, voice dipping quieter in a way that makes Eddie’s stomach tighten. He represses a shudder and only after, do the words dawn on him; there’s no hiding the way he gets a little wide-eyed and fuck, he just looked at Steve’s lips. Wait, what? Eddie’s heart is thudding like a trapped rabbit’s, wild and quick.

Steve’s stare is intense, eyes a little darker than usual. He looks at Eddie and just for a moment, his gaze drops to his lips. Steve licks his own, his knuckles on the counter growing whiter as he grips it tighter and steels his nerve.

“Do I still get everything I want?”

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sturniololoco · 10 months ago

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could you write a sturniolo sister fic where matt gets a girlfriend and the sister is the closest with matt but the girlfriend is horrible to the sister and when she tries to tell matt he doesn’t believe her and they get into some kind of argument until matt hears his gf say something to the sister?

Sister In Law Gone Wrong

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: language, an annoying bitch?

Note: I'm so sorry if your name is Brittney btw

SLS/N's POV

Moving in with my brothers was exciting, but hard. especially when I found out Matt has a girlfriend.

In my eyes, no one deserves them. I always envisioned my brother's girlfriends, or boyfriends for Nick's sake, to be just as kind as my brothers are.

But Matt's Girlfriend was an absolute bitch. And I haven't even been there for three days.

It was my third day in my new home. My brothers have been helping me unpack all my stuff for the past couple of days, and we were finally finished.

I was so excited to be done because Matt promised me that we would go play putt-putt at his new favorite spot in L.A.

I was getting ready to go, throwing on some cargo jeans and a cropped sweater. I walked downstairs and Chris walked over to me, giving me a spin, saying,

"Damn sis! you look bad!"

I playfully hit him on the shoulder and covered my red face as Nick and Matt began hyping me up with Chris.

I walked over to the couch and sat down next to Matt. I was about to ask him when we were about to go when the front door opened and hells began clicking up our steps.

Matt's girlfriend, Brittney, walks into the room.

She walked in like she owned the place, throwing her purse on the table and laying across Matt's lap, covering half the couch.

"Are you ready to go or what?" She asks Matt, sassily, while pulling out her phone, opening Snapchat, taking a selfie with her tongue out, and then posting it to her story.

"Uh, we're going somewhere?" Matt replies, looking as though he has no idea what she's talking about.

"You're taking me to dinner, I'm hungry," Brittney says. "You will take me, right Matty?" She says, giving him a pout and taking in a baby voice.

"Uh, I mean yeah sure. Lemme get me keys." Matt looks at me guiltily as he makes his way to the kitchen, grabbing his keys. He quietly mouths I'm sorry to me as he walks down the stairs, following Brittney.

I give him the most reassuring half-smile I could muster before he's gone, and I hear his car pull away. I feel the tears well up in my eyes and emotion stabbing at the back of my throat.

But I quickly try to wipe them away as Chris comes and sits next to me. But to my surprise, he pulls me into a hug and says,

"I know kiddo. It's ok if you're upset, I would be too."

I press my forehead into his chest as he cradles my head, willing the tears not to come, but a few slip out. I pull away from Chris's embrace.

"I'm fine! I'm good, really! As long as Matts is happy I'm happy." I say, trying to move off the subject before my disappointment settles in even more.

Chris nods, giving me a sad smile as he stands up.

"Hey why don't I order pizza and we can play Monopoly?" Nick says, trying to lighten the mood. I nod, smiling. Might as well make fun out of a crappy situation I thought to myself.

After about 2 hours of monopoly, three slices of pizza, and a bowl of ice cream later, I was getting tired. I yawned and stood up, telling my brothers, that I was heading to bed.

"Sweet dreams kid," Chris says, ruffling my hair as I hug him goodnight. I then walk over to Nick and give him a kiss on the cheek.

"'Night!" He says.

"Oh, when Matt comes in, could you tell him goodnight for me?" I ask my brothers before going upstairs. They glance sadly at each other, then say they would. So I walked upstairs to get some rest.

Chris's POV

About 30 minutes after SLS/N went to bed, Matt walked up the stairs, throwing his keys on the table, and then flopping down on the couch.

"Wow. Nice of you to join us, especially when the one person who wanted to hang out with you has already gone to bed! Brother of the year right there!" Nick says sarcastically, saying exactly what I was thinking.

Matt rolls his eyes, and mumbles,

"Relax, I'll make it up to her" Matt gets up and walks to his room and shuts the door. I look at Nick and we both sigh in defeat.

SLS/N's POV

I'm awake early the next day, around 8:00. None of my brothers are awake yet, so I decide to cook breakfast. I get out our mini waffle maker and the Bisquick. I also decide to make some bacon and sausage.

Not long after I start cooking, I hear the front door creek open, and foot straps come from the stairs. I turn to see Brittney.

What a great way to start my morning.

She struts into the kitchen and takes a waffle off the stack, then digs through the fridge for the syrup.

"Is this keto-friendly?" She asks me.

I shake my head saying,

"Um, it's Bisquick."

She rolls her eyes sits down and begins to eat. She eats nearly the whole thing before pushing her plate away and saying,

"What the fuck is this shit? you think people will actually eat this?" She laughs at the disappointed look on my face.

"I can make you something else if you like," I say, being way too nice to someone I want to slap across the face. Before she can answer, Matt walks into the kitchen, looking sleepy and disheveled.

"Oh good you're awake. Can we pwease go get Starbucks Matty? She says in a baby voice. Matt nods and she practically skips to the car, leaving her dirty dish on the table.

Matt walks over and gives me a hug. He must have noticed something was wrong because he said,

"You okay? Your eyes are lookin' watery."

I look down and say,

"Have you noticed that your girlfriend is a little mean" But I instantly regret saying that.

"SLS/N! How could you say that! Just because the attention isn't on you anymore doesn't mean you get to say that about her!" H says, raising his voice, which he never does.

He spins around and walks out the front door, leaving me there in the kitchen. The tears well up in my eyes as I began to clean up breakfast, throwing away all the waffles I already made.

I didn't want to be by myself this morning, especially after the breakfast flop. I walk downstairs to Chris's room.

The door is cracked and dim light is coming from inside. I knock lightly.

"Come in," I hear Chrls's morning voice say. I enter the room to see him lying in his bed watching his phone. I walk over and crawl into bed next to him, snuggling into his side. He notices something is wrong the minute I lay down.

"Alright, spill it, kid." He demands

I told him everything that happened this morning.

Matt's POV

I get into the driver's seat, flustered due to my argument with SLS/N. I hear Brittney sigh, and I look over at her.

"Why are you in a mood?" She asks, giving me a pout. I run my fingers through my hair, and say,

"My sister is just being a little difficult is all."

I hear her scoff and let out a low chuckle. I look over at her confused.

"Yeah, no shit. She's such a little brat. And she can't even make a waffle right." She keeps scrolling through her phone as if she doesn't even realize what she's saying to me, SLS/N's brother.

"What the fuck did you just say?" I asked, feeling stupid for not believing SLS/N.

"You heard me, I said she's a brat." She replies, popping the gum in her mouth.

This was a new feeling for me. I've never felt so upset or mad. I remember all the times I let SLS/N down because of some stupid girl. I'm such an idiot.

"Get out of my car," I say through gritted teeth.

"What- but- Matty, baby c'mon, you know I didn't mean that!" She struggles to correct herself, but it's too late. The damage has already been done.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Car." I say, one last time. She flings her car door open and runs to her car, speeding out of the driveway. I quickly run back inside, trying desperately to come up with a solution to make it up to SLS/N.

SLS/N's POV

Still snuggled into Chris's side, I heard the front door open again and footsteps walking closer.

Matt peeks his head inside Chris's room, where we are. He clears his throat and says,

"Hey, um Chris, do you mind if I talk to SLS/N for a second?"

Chris looks at me and I nod. He stands up and brushes past Matt while he walks out of the room, mumbling,

"Don't fuck this up."

Matt walks over and sits next to me.

"I...I'm sorry. I should have listened to you over Brittney. I was stupid to think that my little sister would ever do that and I was wrong." He starts tearing up a little at the end of his apology.

However, I was happy that I had my Matt back again. I quickly give him a hug, knocking him back onto the bed. We giggle and laugh as we wrestle.

"And if it's okay with you, I'd like to make it up to you. How does putt-putt sound kid?" H asks, a smile playing on his lips.

"Yay!" I shout, standing up and jumping up and down on the bed, only to be tackled again by Matt.

That night Matt and I went on a little brother-sister date. We went Putt-putting, and Matt won both rounds of course. Then we went to get ice cream before heading home.

We laughed and danced to music in the car, happy in each other's company again.

Guys! School got canceled again tomorrow! I'll try and post some extra for you this weekend and finish some requests!

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo

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iarrelm · 9 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel Swap AU - Charlie. Vaggie. Angel Dust.

Alastor, Husk, and Nifty

Here's the other half of my swap au! I think Charlie and Angel were my favorites out of the six to draw lol

Charlie -> Alastor

In this AU, Charlie's thoughts on sinners are more heavily influenced by Lucifer instead of her mother. Somewhere deep down she still really cares for her people and hates seeing the exterminations come every year, but after spending some time walking around them, a part of her also thinks they might deserve it sometimes.

She's still pretty estranged from her father. She's sort of angry that she's so influenced by him because she wants to love her people so much.

Because of that, she also makes sure to get a much better handle on her demonic powers.

When Lilith goes missing, Charlie decides to start taking a more active role in hell by making deals with sinners.

Mostly, what they consist of is her just asking them to be better. Some of the sinners do take the request from Charlie seriously, but most of them break the deal the moment she leaves their sight.

Does she do anything about those demons? Well, violating a deal with the Princess of Hell does have consequences. :)

(She doesn't do much. She just scares them a little bit.)

Word spread around that the Princess was making deals and some details may have been embellished a bit. Rumors snowballed and eventually she become someone to be avoided at all costs.

She happened to hear about the Hazbin Hotel by chance as she walked by a shop with an old radio in front of it.

She tells Alastor that the only reason she's helping is because she's bored. Everyone else in Hell is avoiding her, after all.

She actually desperately wants to be proven wrong about sinners. She wants to see that they'll try to be better not because she's threatening them to, but because they want to.

Vaggie -> Nifty/Husk

Brought in by Charlie to be the hotel's housekeeper. She has zero experience with this job, but she's a quick learner and Nifty is a decent teacher when she doesn't just grab the mop or broom and do it herself.

She owes Charlie her life. She never made any kind of deal with Charlie, but after Charlie saved her from bleeding out in an alley, she'd do anything to help the demon out.

The two of them aren't dating, because Charlie is under the impression that Vaggie is a sinner. And because of her complicated thoughts on sinners, not to mention the hostile way Vaggie interacts with other people, they didn't end up becoming very close.

Vaggie also doesn't really trust Charlie completely. She seems friendly on the outside, but the deal making seems sketchy.

Vaggie is still a fallen angel/exorcist. And because Charlie has some level of distrust towards other demons, she suspects that something is off but doesn't have enough information to confirm anything.

After being brought to the hotel, she mostly avoids everyone and does her work quietly.

Angel Dust -> Husk/Nifty

Instead of meeting Valentino, he met Charlie.

He was the first sinner that she ever made a deal with. In exchange for her protection, he would do her a favor.

When Angel first heard that he wanted to laugh, but she reminded him a bit of his sister. Not to mention, who better to make a deal with than the Princess of Hell herself, right? He supposes owing her a favor isn't the worst thing in the world.

Because he doesn't make a deal with Valentino, he never moves into the Vee's Tower, which means he spends a lot more time on the street trying to find a place to stay. It leads him to figuring out exactly what to say and do to get a free room for a night until he can find some way to pay for his own.

Charlie offers to help him get his own place but he declines because even if he does feel a bit of a soft spot for her, he doesn't really trust her yet.

He gets really good at reading people. He can tell at a glance if someone is worth trying to talk into letting him stay for a night or two. And also whether or not they'd be dangerous to try convincing as well.

After awhile he ends up meeting Charlie more and more often and eventually they become friends. By that point, their deal has been paid, but now they help each other out just because.

When Charlie calls him to the hotel, he's happy to help. He's the second most enthusiastic person about the hotel, right behind Nifty.

He doesn't know shit about bartending though. He's pretty bad at mixing drinks, but he is really good at charming people, so that makes up for it. Most of the time.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel swap au #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #my art #i had the most fun designing charlie and angel #charlie's outfit is more inspired by lucifers with the coat tails and boots #and for angel's i looked up bartender outfits and the striped vests they wear looked amazing on him #this au is an excuse for me to think about slowburn chaggie enemies to friends to lovers 50k words

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intimacyequalsdeath · 1 year ago

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 18: Harry Warden

Day 18 coming right up! As always I hope you all enjoy <3, I will be honest though and say it has been forever since I've actually watched my bloody valentine so I'll try my best to do harry justice here.

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, NSFW.

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Soft baby boy. Checks on you multiple times and makes sure you have anything and everything you need. A bath? done, A drink ? done, A snack ? done. Literally ask for anything and this man will run to the store if you don't have it at the house.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

After years of working in the mines, Harry is pretty fit. I could see his favorite part of himself being a tie between his chest and his arms as both show all his years of hard work to put food on the table.

On you it's your smile, Harry's been through a lot, but with you he feels like he's at home. Your smile brings a comfort to him he hasn't experienced in forever.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Harry wants babies (If you have the equipment to make them) so always inside you. If you can't get pregnant he'll probably still cum inside just to avoid a big mess to clean but if he does make a mess it'll be a cold day in hell before he lets you clean it.

D is for Dirty Secret:

If he could get away with it, He'd lock you up in the house and never let you leave. The people outside, the ones who let him sit in that mine and almost die, don't deserve to see you or have you in their presence. Your his baby and he wants you all to himself.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

Harry... isn't the most experienced person. You might have to help him along the first few times. He knows what goes where, and how to make you feel good, But in the actual sex department he's a bit lacking.

F is for Favorite Position:

Even though he hasn't had the most experience Harry fucks like a dog. Doggy style is his favorite by far. He likes bringing you to your hands and knees for him. Knowing he can do that to you and no one else can thrills him.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

He isn't the most serious but he's not really goofy either? He's more so just really soft and fluffy during sex.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

It's a bit unruly since during his time in the minds he kinda lost the will to care for himself, so you might have to remind him to continue with the upkeep of it. If it gets too bad he takes care of it without reminder but don't be surprised if it slips his mind.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

Very romantic, He's all about wining and dining you. He's really into foreplay just to get the two of you in the mood but its the most tooth rotting foreplay you'll ever experience.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

He does it every so often. If you were with him when the mine accident happen then he definitely jacked off to the thought of you in the mines to keep himself somewhat sane.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Praise kink: Tell this boy he's doing a good job and he'll cum on the spot whether he's inside you or not. You've made him cum in his pants more then once with this.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

At home in the bedroom. Like I said your his, he doesn't want anyone that isn't him looking at you in any type of way. He would have to end them if they did and he doesn't wanna have to be killing people 24/7.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

The thought of wanting nothing more then to please you is what gets him going the most. He aims to please and wants you to be as satisfied as possible.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

No degrading you, No hitting you or even being mean. He's just not into it and would never even think about hurting you even if it was for fun during sex.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

Major giver. He'll let you give him a blow job here and there but he loves giving you oral. If you ask him what he wants to eat nine times out of ten the answer will be you.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

Slow and sensual all the way. He'll get a bit rough when he gets desperate but he wants to make love and make the most of it.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

He hates quickies. Why would he go for a quickie when he can give you the actual real full fledged thing. If you like them that's fine but don't expect him to like them.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

He'll experiment within reason, Like if it's something that may hurt you or anything, it's a hard no. However if you bring something up he finds interesting then he'll be down to try it out with you.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

This man used to be a miner, he has all the stamina in the world from doing that for years. He will give you breaks and stop after awhile but he could literally go for hours on end.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

He doesn't have much experience when it comes to toys so if you bring up one night you'd like to try them he's all for it. He might not like every single toy but there are a few he does really like and a lot that he loves to use on you.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

He thinks teasing is mean, and he's not about to be mean to his baby. If you wanna tease him just a bit to get him worked up then go for it he doesn't mind but don't be too terribly mean to him just some playful teasing.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

He grunts but that's about it, Harry isn't a big noise maker in general and he doesn't talk much either so don't expect sex to be any different.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Soft Harry is soft, he loves cuddles and really anything where he can just hang out with you. So after he runs your aftercare bath expect him to sit on the toilet and have him just hang out with you, no talking, just you and him being together.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

Harry's got a big thick dick, About 8 inches and a good amount of girth to it.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

High as fuck but only for you. He's never felt this way about anyone before and as far as he's concerned the sun rises and sets with you and so does his sex drive.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

He waits awhile. He likes to make sure your entirely ok before even thinking about sleeping. He also likes to cuddle and just hold you for awhile too. If you had any doubts of his feelings for you, you won't after this.

#slasher fandom #slasher x reader #harry warden #harry warden x reader #my bloody valentine #Fictober #halloween

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aceviscontiswife · 10 months ago

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Late Night Visit | Danny Johnson

Danny pays you a visit after a very successful night, you help him celebrate.

I figured that since I started this blog with Danny, I should return from my very long absence with Danny.

Afab!Reader. Warnings: 18+!!! PRE-ENTITY! Pre-established relationship. Little plot before smut, lots of f-bombs (sorry), Talk/descriptions of murder, Mating press, degradation, talk of murder during sex, overstimulation. NOT PROOFREAD… oops.

It was a cold, rainy, miserable night in Roseville. Most people were staying home, curled up in bed and sleeping to pass time. Danny was not, nor was the woman whose life Danny had worked so hard to take. She was a fighter… something Danny had not expected but he eventually managed to take her down. Her screams were like music to his ears, and the bloody scene her murder had left? Tonight was a success.

However, Danny was left feeling pent up. He had to tell someone about how good he did, about how skillfully he dug his knife into that woman’s chest… he needed you. God, you were the best reward he could think of, and Danny definitely deserved his treat. Despite it being nearly midnight, Danny began making his way to your apartment, still wearing his bloodied cloak and mask. Not like anyone would notice him anyways.

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You were woken up by a tapping on your window. The rain had died down a while ago, so when the tapping didn’t stop you figured you might as well see what was going on. Flicking on your bedside lamp, you look on in shock as you spot what was causing that annoying tapping.

Danny?

Did he have no fear of getting caught? He was covered in blood, still wearing his signature Ghostface outfit, and practically banging on your window! You get out of bed, only wearing one of Danny’s shirts—that he had left here the last time he came over, and quickly open your window.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You whisper harshly, helping Danny inside before shutting your window and looking up at him with the most annoyed yet concerned look you could muster. “I’m not allowed to pay my girlfriend a visit?” You could practically feel him grinning at you from under his mask, Danny knew how to get on your nerves quicker than anyone. He also never stopped by your apartment after one of his… nights, at least not without having changed first.

“You are, but… why?” Your question was only met with a chuckle as Danny reaches up to take his mask off, revealing the face you had come to love more than anything. As well as a look in his eyes that seemed to answer your question before Danny could. “Tonight was amazing, doll. I can’t wait to tell you how well I did… but right now, right now I need you more than anything.” His words brought heat to your face as well as your core, a tingle running down your spine as Danny takes a step closer to you, his eyes practically undressing you then and there.

Danny got like this after a successful kill. Before you came along he would just handle things by himself, but now that you’re here? God, he couldn’t wait to have you. Without waiting for your response, one of Danny’s gloved hands grab your chin, tilting your head up until your eyes met his. Danny wasted no time in quickly pressing his lips against yours, the lustful urgency behind his moves enough to make you whimper against his lips.

Danny guides you towards the bed—you blindly stepping backwards until the back of your knees came into contact with your mattress. Danny gives you a soft push, breaking the heated kiss and causing you to fall back onto the bed in the process. Looking up at him, you could see just how badly Danny needed this. He wasn’t himself, no, he was Ghostface—primal, bloodthirsty, and ready to get what he wanted. Arousal rushed through your system at the sight, and you were sure your panties were already getting soaked.

“Fuck,” Danny starts, already beginning to take off his cloaks. “If you don’t want this, then you better say it now doll.” Danny pauses for a moment, giving you one chance to back out. You knew what you were getting into, you might be the one and only person Danny loves, but he would always put his needs first—and his need was you.

“I want this.” You reply, a lustful tone dripping off of your tongue that you had never heard before. Or at least not this intense. Danny only nods, continuing to removes his cloaks until they fell into a heaped, bloodstained pile behind him. A smile paints his features, dark brown eyes somehow darkening as he begins to undo his belt. “Good.”

His belt now undone, Danny tosses it aside and unzips his pants, letting them fall to his ankles before kicking them aside. He was left in his boxers, his bulge straining against the fabric and a wet patch forming where the tip of his cock would be. It was now your turn to undress, and you wasted no time in doing so. You took off your shirt, about to take off your pajama pants as well before Danny swatted your hands away and did it himself. He chuckles upon seeing how wet you were, the sight spurring him on even more.

“Fuck it, I can’t wait any longer.” It was Danny’s version of a warning, and before you knew it he was on the bed, pinning you under him. Your legs wrap around his waist, but Danny grabs the back of your thighs and pushes your legs back until your thighs were pressed against your chest. Danny pulls his boxers down, pulling away just long enough to finish taking them off and tossing them with the rest of his clothes.

Your panties however, were simply moved to the side. Danny couldn’t be bothered with taking them off. “You’re already so wet, doll… did seeing me all bloody really get you that fucking excited?” Danny clicks his tongue, lining his cock up with your entrance. No prep, but with how eager Danny was, you didn’t expect any. His words sent a spark of arousal down your spine, your pussy clenching against nothing as your clit practically begged for attention.

“Please, Danny—“ You were cut off by Danny, who suddenly pushed into you without warning. Your heels dig into his shoulder blades, a strained gasp escaping your lips as your eyes screw shut. Danny groans, pumping into you at a quick pace. “This what you wanted? To be pounded like the slut you are?” You didn’t respond—you couldn’t respond, a loud moan interrupting any of the words that wanted to leave your mouth.

Danny growls as he thrusts into you, reaching down to kiss and bite at your neck, leaving marks that you were sure everyone would see the next time you went out. Neither of you cared, however, as Danny chuckles suddenly and pulls back, grabbing your chin and forcing your attention to be on him.

“Wish you could’ve seen it, doll… she was—fuck, she was screaming so loud, had me worried for a second that someone might hear.” Was he really talking about that now? Anyone else would have been utterly disgusted, but for some unknown reason, it only turned you on more. “She bled so much… Stabbed her so. many. fucking. times.” Danny groans, a moan escaping his lips as he drills into you, hands grabbing the back of your thighs and locking you into the press he had you in.

You could already feel that all familiar knot growing in your stomach, your gasps and moans growing louder and needier as you try to warn Danny. “D-Danny-! ‘Can feel it- don’t stop!” Danny laughs at you, not easing up on his brutal pace whatsoever as he brings you closer and closer to your peak. “Look at you, already about to cum. Such a whore, barely started and she’s already gonna cum.” His words, while rude, were all you needed to topple over the edge, your pussy clenching around Danny’s dick as you cum with a strained gasp and yell of his name.

Danny could feel his orgasm building closer, but he held it off, fucking into you until you were writhing and squirming under his grasp, hands grabbing at his biceps as you try to escape the painfully pleasant overstimulation.

“Gonna fill this pussy up with my cum—shit, you feel so good. ‘Feels better than killing that bitch, that’s for fucking sure.” You cry out as Danny’s pace begins to grow sloppier and sloppier, still managing to hit all the right places, leaving you seeing stars. Tears of ecstasy were dripping down your cheeks, only filling Danny’s darkest desires as he bring a hand up to cup your cheek—the softest thing he’s done so far, his lips crashing against yours.

Danny groans, muffled against your mouth as you feel his hot cum fill you, his thrusts only letting up for a moment before they start back up. You weren’t sure how much you could take, but Danny didn’t seem to care. You were in for a long night, and you knew it.

You whimper, squirming underneath Danny as the pleasure begins to be too much. Danny knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he’d be damned if he stopped any time soon. “You wanted this, doll. I’m not stopping until you’re practically full of my cum.”

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Trying to get back into writing after taking a freakishly long break is… hard. Still, I hope you enjoyed this (that I totally wrote at 1am & while super sick)! Love ya. ❤️

#dead by daylight #danny johnson #ghostface dbd #ghostface x reader #ghostface #ghostface x y/n #ghostface smut #danny johnson dbd #danny johnson smut #dbd smut #need him

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samandcolbyownme · 8 months ago

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Summary: Reader shows up to inform John B about Ward Cameron and Reader's Father having a deal for moving the gold. Rafe doesn't trust her, so he stays close to her, making sure she doesn't get any info that she can take back to John B, but something throws him off.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, enemies to lovers, angry arguing, fighting (physical and verbal), heavy flirting, sexual innuendos, rough hate sex, hair pulling, choking, rough actions, praise kink? Breeding kink? biting, unprotected sex, oral (f rec), cream pie, just filth

Word count: 9.2K | unedited

Ever since I see the tiktok of Rafe screaming, "I'm talking now!" It has been ON MY MIND so enjoy my very first Rafe Cameron One shot.

Also, I was high when I wrote this so if it doesn't make sense I'm sorry

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A feeling of anxiety washes over your body as you continued to eavesdrop on your father's phone call.

You listen to him sigh, "Yes, Mr. Cameron, I can assure you that it is the same gold that John Booker Routledge is looking for."

You feel your heart sink.

You pull your phone out, immediately texting Kiara, Hey. I need to talk to you. Asap.

You immediately get a text back, Come over.

You rest your head against the wall again and sigh quietly, still listening. Your dad lets out a sigh, "Yes. I can also assure you that that will not happen." He pauses, "Yes I will tell her myself."

You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's talking about, "You are welcome Mr. Cameron, yep. Tomorrow at 1, got it."

You stand up, making your way back to your room and quietly shutting the door. You give it a few minutes, and you finally hear him close his office door,

You open your door, pretending not to have overheard his last phone call, "Hey dad." You smile up at him and he gives you a smile, "Hey, sweetheart."

You furrow your brows, "Dad? Is everything okay?"

He lets out a sigh, "Oh yeah. Everything is good here." He gives you two thumbs up and motions behind him, "I have to go get a crew pulled together."

"For what?" You tilt your head and he smiles, "We got a job. A big, overseas job."

You widen your eyes, "oh my gosh. That's great!" He nods, "It's not, going to be an easy.. job. I know that, and as much as I hate to say, we could use the money.."

You nod, "No, I get it. Just, be safe okay?"

He nods, "What are you doing tomorrow between 12 and 3?"

You think quickly, coming up with an on the spot lie, "I might just spend the night at Kie's or something." You start to walk away and he nods, "Alright, I'll see you sometime tomorrow."

You nod, watching as he walks away. You pull your phone out and text Kiara, On my way.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

She just stares at you, "Did you tell John B?"

You shake your head, "I want to." You take a deep breath, "I know in my heart my dad doesn't want to do this but.." you stop talking and look down.

"But what? Y/n?" She reaches out, "What's going on?"

You look up, exhaling your breath and your voice is low, "We could use the money."

You can see her face shift and she frowns, "I'm sorry, y/n." You shake your head, "and I know he's thinking of the money he needs and I'm just.. torn."

"Hey, hey. It's okay." She moves over behind you, hugging your neck, "It's okay. You do what you feel right."

"He deserves to know. My dad knew his dad and that just.. not telling him doesn't feel right." You take a deep breath, "Let's go to John B's."

"Are you sure?" She asks and you let out a sigh, "John B deserves his chance. This is it." You point to yourself, "I am his chance."

She smiles slightly and you motion, laughing slightly, "Go ahead."

"Once a pogue always a pogue." She pokes you and you roll your eyes, "Yeah, yeah." As you stand up you grab her shoulder, "No one else can know about this."

She nods, "Top secret hush hush. Got it."

Once you arrive at John B's, you get out and stand there for a moment.

"What the hell is this?" John B says walking out of the door, "Well I'll be damned. If it isn't the kook princess herself."

"John B, let her alone." Kie says walking around to you, "You're going to hear what she has to say."

John B's face drops when he reads the seriousness of the situation, "Oh shit, okay." He walks you inside and you all sit on the couch, "Hit me. What's up?"

"I know where the gold is." You stare at him, watching as he leans forward. His face completely in shock with what you just said, "What?"

You nod, "I know where the gold you've been looking for is." He looks at Kie and she nods, "Just wait."

She motions for you to keep going and you look back at John B, "I overheard my dad on the phone, he doesn't know I'm here, but anyway.." you take a deep breath, "My dad is helping ship it overseas.."

John B stares at you, "Who."

You swallow, hesitating to say it, "The Cameron's."

John B stands up and a second later you and Kie are standing in front of him, "No. no. John B." Kie yells, "Listen."

He steps back, sitting down, "What."

"You can't just go break into their house, you've already almost got caught last time trying." Kie jabs, "We have to come up with a plan."

"Get JJ and Pope here. Now." John B stands up, nervously chewing on his finger nails as you text JJ, Come to John B's NOW!

As you hit send, you get a text from your mom, Are you at Kiara's? You need to come home.

"Guys." You look up, "I gotta go." You stand up and John B grabs your arm, "No, wait. We need to come up with a plan."

"I filled Kie in on that plan, she will fill you in." You wave as you walk away, "I'll text you, and if anyone asks, Kie, we were at your house."

"Okay!" She tells and you run out of the door and to your car.

Being seen with John B's crew or around anything even related to them is a bad image for you right now.

Who knows what Ward would do if he found out it was you who fucked up his plan.

Mainly to say, you value your life more than anything right now, so you're about to tip toe through these next few weeks.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"I'm home!" You tell as you walk in through the side screen door, "Mom?"

"Living room, sweetie." She answers and you can feel your heart race, getting faster the closer you get to them, "Hey." You say as you walk in, "Everything okay?"

"Sit down, honey." Your dad lifts his head and points to the chair, "We need to talk." You sit down look at him, "What's going on?"

He takes a deep breath, "That job.." he pauses, "I told ya about this morning.."

"Yeah? What about it?" You ask, trying not to show him that you already know.

"I need to tell you about it. It's been eating at me since you left this morning." Your dad leans back, "The job we're doing.. is for the Cameron's."

"Why?" You snap, "Of all people?"

This part wasn't acting, you really did hate the Cameron's, well.. two of them.

Ward and his son, Rafe.

He tilts his head, "I know. I know, but that's not the worst part."

"Oh great. There's something worse than the Cameron's." You roll your eyes, looking at you mom and she gives you a look.

"What we're transporting is.." your father pauses and you fight back the urge to scream the rest.

"John B.." he continues, "The gold that he went to hell and back for.. that's what.." you can tell he's getting teary-eyed and you sit up, "So Ward Cameron has John B's gold? The gold that he, literally almost died for?"

Now you were pissed.

"I don't.." you stand up, one hand on your chin, "Tell me why you would even-"

"Because we need the money, y/n." Your father yells as he stands up, "That money will get us back on the water now. Not in a few months. Right now."

"And that's more important than-"

"Don't ask a question you already know the answer to." Your father shakes his head and you scoff, "Ah I see. Okay."

You go to walk back out the door and your mom asks, "Where are you going?"

You stop, letting a sigh, "Kie's. I'm sleeping over there."

Instantly your father answers, "No you're not."

"What do you mean? I can't even go to my friends house now?" You scoff and your dad nods, "Sure, but only if they aren't close enough to tell John B."

You laugh, "This is ridiculous."

"Actually, y/n. It's really not. It may be like a life or death decision for you. But it's not. You want to know what real life or death decision looks like?" Your father points to himself, "Mine. This is Ward. Cameron we're talking about here."

"What your father is trying to say honey.." your mother steps between you and him, "..is that we both agree that it would be safer for all of our lives if you stay away from Kiara and anyone else who would tell John B.. okay? But it's only for a few weeks."

You stare at the floor, "Fine."

"Please. Be serious about this." Your mom sighs and you look up, "I'm serious. I'm so pissed off right now, but I'm good."

Your mom holds her stare and holds out her hand, "Mhm." She clears her throat and you look up, laughing, "Are you fucking kidding?"

She tilts her head, "Language, and yes."

You slap your phone into her hand and roll your eyes, "This is bullshit." You walk over to the door and step out.

You turn, eyes filling with angry tears as you walk around the house. You make your way over to and then down the steps and step onto the sand.

You walk out a few feet and sit down, legs bent with your chin resting on top.

You wrap your arms around your legs and sigh.

You close your eyes as a very familiar, and much hated voice, sounds from behind you, "You look a lot like my new business partner's hot daughter."

You roll your eyes, lifting your head, "Go away, Rafe."

"Aw c'mon. I just got here." He sits down right next to you and you look over at him, "Did you watch me come down here you fucking weirdo?"

He laughs, shaking his head, "No, I just happening to be looking out my bedroom window the same time you walked down here."

You shake your head, "You're insufferable."

He laughs, "Well get uses to it, baby. I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot of you in these next week."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You lay your hands on your forehead, "I just wish people could trust me for once."

"Once a pogue, always a pogue." Rafe mumbles and you look at him, "You make that sound like it's a bad thing?"

"I'm pretty sure it is." He nods, resting back on his hands, "Come on, darlin'. Tell me one good thing about that dumbass group of friends?"

You roll your eyes, "I'm not doing this."

"I don't think you have a choice." Rafe looks up at you, "Oh yeah mean talking to me, yeah I get it." He laughs to himself and you walk away, "See you tomorrow."

You continue to ignore him as you walk up the steps to your deck. You sit down, taking in everything that just happened.

You hear the sliding door open and you look up. Your mom walks out and comes over to you, "You know..." your mom starts out, breaking the silence, "Your father wouldn't be doing this if he didn't have any other choice."

You nod, "I just.. Kie is my only friend I like to see."

"Why doesn't she come here?" Your mom sighs, "Just as long as we're home."

You nod, "That works.. tomorrow?"

"The Cameron's are coming over to discuss the plan for this move, so probably not tomorrow, honey." Your mom tilts her head, "I'm sorry."

You shrug, "It's fine. I guess I'll just go hang out in my room." You stand up and make your way to your room, to which you were in for a long, boring night.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

THE NEXT DAY

"Honey. Can you wear a nice dress today?" Your mom calls from outside your door. You groan, "Why a dress?"

"We need to look nice because they always look nice." Your mom tells back and you groan, "Fine." You get up and rummage through your closet until you come across a white dress that gives you an idea.

Rafe thinks you're hot, so why not fuck with him.

You truly belive nothing will happen, it's Rafe for Christ sake.

You hate him.

You pull it out and slip it on. The way the top ties, exposing your cleavage in the best way. The split midriff and the way the skirt part of it hugs your hips and drapes down over your thighs, is the absolute cherry on top.

You put on your black strappy wedges and head downstairs.

"That's cute. I like that." Your mom point to your dress and you smile, "Thanks."

You couldn't lie. You thought Rafe was hot, too. But, he was still a fucking asshole.

"They're here!" Your father says walking over to the door. He opens it and your mom gathers you and your older brother, Maverick, beside her.

"Hello, Mr. Cameron!" Your dad says as he opens the door.

"Please. Call me Ward, this is Rose, and my son, Rafe." Ward motions to them as he walks in, "Beautiful home."

Liar.

"Thank you." Your mother smiles, you know my kids, Y/n and Maverick."

"Hey Mav." Rafe says with a nod, and Maverick nods back, "Hey." You smile at all of them, fighting back a smirk when you see that Rafe's eyes are not on yours.

You shift your weight onto your left leg, then you cross your right leg over. Basically flaunting yourself at Rafe subtlety.

He knew it.

"Please, come in and sit. Make yourselves at home." Your dad says leading them to the living room. Rafe turns his head, eyes moving up and down your body as he walks by you.

You bite your lip and follow behind him. You sit diagonally from him, but it's very telling to your father for if he's looking at you.

He smirks, hiding it with his fingers as he looks at your father's talking.

"So, I just want to go over the most important thing here, first if that's okay."

"Please." You mom says with a nod.

"Y/n. Sweetheart." Ward starts and you notice Rafe's face twitch, "Yes, Ward." You look at him and he sighs, "My boy here says you're friends with Kiara Carrera."

You nod, "Yep. But don't worry, my parents did a great job at cutting ties for me."

"Mm." Ward chuckles, "Anyway, now that we got that out of the way.."

The next two hours are spent being, basically ridiculed for keeping a friend you grew up with. Yeah, it made sense in the long run, but at the same time, it just didn't.

You'd just zone in and out, thinking about the possible outcome of this.

How to get information, then how to get said to information for John B?

You slowly readjusted your legs, giving Rafe, who is now the only person sitting on that side of the room, a decently good view.

His eyes raise from your thighs, slowly making their way to your eyes. He tilts his head, licking his lips as he nods.

You fail to fight back a smirk and you look down.

"Well, I think we took up enough of their time today." Ward says, standing up with a groan, "I'm sure we'll talk tomorrow." He laughs and your dad laughs too, basically hyping him up.

You stand up as everyone else does and you happen to be right in front of Rafe.

"If you're doing this on purpose.." Rafe leans in and whispers just loud enough for you to hear, "Just know that you're going to pay for it later."

His words send chills down your spine and you follow your mother out, panties growing wetter because you know his eyes are on you.

You keep it together, breathing through the feelings he gave you.

"Alright." Ward waves, "Thanks for having us."

Your mom nods, "Anytime. Please."

"Yep." Ward nods, "See you later."

Rafe looks at you, giving you a quick wink, "See ya later."

You chew the inside of your lip, smirking as you watch Rafe turn and leave, "Bye." You wave as he glances back, giving him a little smile.

You drop your hand as soon as the door closes and you look at your mom, "Was that nice?"

She nods, "Worked for me." She goes to the fridge and pours herself a glass of wine. You make your way up to your room and sit on the windowsill.

You open the window, with major hopes of someone coming to talk to you tonight.

You walk to your bed and lay down, waiting to waste away another night.

A FEW HOURS LATER

You feel a light tickle on your cheek, waking you up, "Mm." You groan, slapping your cheek when that tickle feeling reappears.

You hear quiet laughter and you snap away, moving up onto your knees, "JJ?!" You whisper quietly, "What the fuck are you doing here!?"

"I figured I'd come by after hours one of these days to confirm that you in fact, do not have your cell phone." He motions to your hand and he looks at you, "You get bitchy when you're woken up."

"If you don't like it, don't do it." You shrug, "Easy fix. Now what are you doing here?" He holds his hand up, "First off, I never said I didn't like it, and two.."

He sits down on the bed and looks at you, "I'm here to collect information."

You shrug, "I don't have any right now. I mean they met today but it was mainly about prices and shit. He's paying a lot to do this."

JJ nods, "Well. I mean. Yeah. It's Ward Cameron and his psycho minion Ward Jr."

You nod, "I don't know how I'm gong to get you guys information. My mom says I can have Kie over, but only when we're supervised."

You roll your eyes, mocking your mom and JJ laughs quietly, "We can just keep doing this. I'll send someone else next time."

You nod, "That would be great." He pulls you in for a hug, "Take care of yourself, kid." He kisses your head and you nod, "I will. But just to let you know, Rafe is going to be glued to my side. He knows I'm friends with Kie."

"Yeah, he isn't going to let you alone. He's our biggest threat." JJ sighs, "We'll make it work."

Right as JJ stands up there's movement in the hall.

You both freeze, waiting until it's silent for a little bit, "Okay." You whisper, "Go and be careful getting down."

He nods, giving you a thumbs up, "I got it." You watch as he climbs through the window, locking it when he jumps down.

Over the next few days, the Cameron's make their appearance in your home again, actually they were there every day.

Rafe making his more often, and usually when it's just the two of you.

As must as you wanted to let it bother you, spending time with him really wasn't all that bad. You'd usually just hang out on the beach or by the pool.

But you'd spend the days talking. You were honestly kind of infatuated with the way he was when it was just him and you alone.

He almost seemed like such a genuine person.

Key word, seemed.

"Alright, kids. Why don't you run along and play now." Ward chuckles, "The adults need to talk."

You hold back an eye roll at being called a kid, "I'll just take a walk." You mumble and walk away towards the door.

"Me too." Rafe says, following you out of the door. You stop, turning to look at him, "You don't have to. Please. Take a day off or something. I insist."

He laughs, "You're funny." He lays an arm around your shoulder, "Come on." You groan as you walk with him, "This is so boring."

Rafe rolls his eyes, "Please. You've been walking for two seconds." You laugh, "Wanna go to the beach?" He nods his head, "Yeah. I can go for the beach."

You smile, "I just need to grab my suit." You turn back around, walking towards the house and Rafe follows you.

Literally.

Up the stairs and into your room.

You pull the suit out of your drawer and look over at him, "Do you mind?" He shrugs, "Only if you do." You laugh and roll your eyes, "Turn around."

He sighs as he turns around, "what a killjoy."

You quickly change, throwing on a big t shirt, "Okay." He spins around, eyes moving down your bare legs, "Okay."

You grab what you need and walk out and down the steps, "I need water. I'll be right back." He nods and you walk to the kitchen.

You bite your lip as you think of a way to hear stuff, but that's quickly spoiled when Rafe walks in.

He leans against the door frame, "What's takin' so long?"

You shrug, "Sorry." You screw the lid to your cup back on and walk over to him. You squeeze between his body and the door frames, "Can you move pleaae?"

He laughs, turning go face you, "Can you say excuse me, please?" You roll your eyes and walk away from him.

"You roll your eyes way, too much." Rafe laughs, "An I know I don't annoy you that bad."

You laugh, walking out the back, "I beg to differ." You walk down the steps to the beach. You look around, "So.. I'm going over there. I don't know about you."

"Hey, that's where I'm going." Rafe gives you a smirk, "Crazy world, huh?" He walks with you over to the spot and sets his bag downs.

You can feel his eyes on you so you lean down to set your bag on the sand, "can I help you?"

"In what way are you offering?" Rafe fires back and you scoff, "Not any that you'd like." He pouts, "Oh boo hoo."

You can't help but laugh, "you are.. irritating."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"You know.. I almost want to tell you that I had a good day.. but I don't think I will." You laugh as you walk up to your door.

"Listen I can be an asshole if I wanna be." He smirks, "I mean, I kinda wanna say that I did, too.. but I don't want you to actually start to like me."

"I'm going inside now." You point to the door and laugh as you push it open. You turn around, smiling at Rafe, "Thanks for hanging out with me today."

"Anytime." He smirks and walks away.

Over the last week, you been trying to collect as much information as you could. Scouring your dad's office, trying to listen in through the walls.

You found out the day that they're moving it, so that's big news.

You just haven't found the where part out yet.

Rafe on the other hand, was a totally different feeling, and you were feeling many of those towards him.

The amount of times he sees you has decreased. You're upset because it's always right when you start to actually like someone.

It's almost like he grew cold to you.

When they come over for meetings with your father, Rafe barely looks at you anymore. He barely says two words to you.

It's like you're invisible to him.

A soft knock on your window snaps you from your thoughts and you look up, smiling as soon as you see Kie.

"I got the date they're moving it, but other than that. Nothing else yet." You say as you help her step in.

She stands up, "We at least have a date. Now we just have to wait for more to come." She sits down on your bed, "You okay?"

You shrug, "It's nothing."

"It's something if it bothers you this much. What's up?" She looks at you and you sigh, "Rafe and I were-"

"Oh no. Please don't say it." Kie closes her eyes and plugs her ears and you laugh, batting her hands away, "No, no. Oh my god. Kie no."

She sighs, "Oh thank god."

"We were becoming, almost friends? And then he just.. turned, so I don't know if it was something I did, or what."

Kie lays her hand on your arm, "You did nothing. I promise you. Rafe is just an asshole who doesn't see how much a girl is worth." She leans in, "He didn't put his hands on you, did he?"

You shake your head, "No. He never even raises his voice at me."

"I mean.. it's Rafe. He'll figure it out." She sighs, "I'm gonna go before we risk any more time." You nod, "Oh fuck. Yeah. Tell the guys I miss them. Oh and here!"

You write down the date on a piece of paper and hand it to her, "I will." She waves and climbs down. You turn around making your way down and out to the pool deck, sitting in one of the loungers.

You try to convince yourself, over and over again, that it's just a crush because he's the only one you have to talk to right now, and that it will eventually just go away.

But you can't seem to let it go, no matter how hard you try, Rafe is always on your mind.

You ended up falling asleep on the deck chair, so you wake up outside. You sit up, looking around and you jump slightly when you see Rafe sitting in the chair on the other side, "Hey, Rafe."

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up." He gets up and walks over to you, "Are you going to the Barlow Party tonight?"

You stand up, "I don't think my parents are giving me a choice, why?"

He shrugs, "I was just wondering." He points, "I gotta go." You shake your head, more stubborn than ever, "No." you turn, "You can't just not talk to me or see me all of a sudden and then just pop up whenever? What's going on?"

"Y/n. Just-" he stops and you cut him off, "Rafe. Talk to me."

He stares at the ground for a second before turning to grab your shoulders as he rests his forehead against yours, "I'll see you tonight, okay?"

He pushes himself away from you and walks around the house. You stand there, just shocked at this whole situation.

You manage to pull yourself together and go inside.

"You hungry?" Your mom asks and you shake your head, "No. I'm okay." You sat down with a sigh, "Do I have to go to this party tonight?"

Your mom nods, "If I do, you do."

You groan, "I hate this." She sighs, "I know. I want you to be able to see your friend, but at the same time, you know we can't risk it."

You nod, "yeah. I know." You stand up, "You don't need to remind me." You walk up to your room and start looking at what to wear for tonight's party.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You settled on the beige sundress with a maroon flower print. The off the shoulder cuffs and the flowy slit up your leg add the perfect touch of sexiness.

You put on your shoes and finish doing your makeup and by the time you apply your lipstick, your mother is calling for you, "y/n. We're leaving."

"Coming!" You yell back, letting out a nervous sigh. You were going to see the group tonight, but you might not be able to talk to them, which is frustrating.

"Y/n!" Your mom tells and your sigh hard, "Coming!"

You gather your things and hurry down the steps, "Are you sure it's a good idea for me to go?" You ask, with hopes they agree and let you stay home.

"You're going, now. Shoo. Out the door please." Your mom waves you with her hands and you groan, "Fine."

You make your way to the car and you head over to the Ballow's. They're super rich, so their house is absolutely incredible.

It was a silent car ride. No one said anything and they didn't because they didn't want to upset you.

Once your dad parks, you get out and wait for everyone. Your heart was racing, you really didn't want to be here.

You really didn't want to see Rafe.

"Alright. Come along now. Let's go." Your mom takes your hand and you walk in with her. You confirm you're on the guest list and now you were free to mingle.

You took a glass of champagne off the passing tray and downed it, quickly replacing that one with a full one.

You made your way through the crowed and you could tell that his eyes were on you. He was in the only spot you didn't look.

You look up, eyes meeting his. You bring the glass of champagne up to your lips, making sure he watches you take a sip.

He tilts his head, head nodding as he holds his lip between his teeth.

You roll your eyes and turn, walking out to the backyard.

So far, no sign of any pogue. But you did get another sight of Rafe and you could tell right then and there that he was undressing you with his eyes.

You didnt want to give him any satisfaction. He still had you mad, so you just walked away.

You walk up the stairs and lead against the wooden fence, looking into the fountain.

You feel someone walk up behind you and then move to beside you. Your heart skips a beat at his voice, "Can you tell me why Rafe hasn't taken his eyes off of me since he seen me walk up to you?"

You glance down at Rafe, his stare transfers from JJ to you.

He smirks, raising his cup slightly before he turns around. You shake your head, looking over at JJ, "Just Rafe being Rafe."

"Listen, I'm not going to sugar coat it, y/n. If you're planning on fucking over John B all because you let the enemy get into your pants.. at least tell me. Right here. Straight up, I'm all ears."

JJ's words make you straighten your poster, "Excuse me? Where the fuck did that come from, J?" You shake your head, "Rafe and I are not- no."

He look down, "I just.." he turns to you, placing a hand on your elbow, "It's Rafe. Like you said. I don't want you to be just another name on his-" JJ's voice grows louder,"-list of sluts."

And all of a sudden he's shoved back, Rafe moving to shove him again. You drop your glass, "Oh my go- JJ! Rafe! Stop!"

You go to pull Rafe back, but JJ swings, clocking him right in the mouth, "Take that, fucking bitch."

Rafe huffs and quickly strikes JJ, causing him to stumble back.

"Okay!" You scream, "Enough. Enough." You push between them, hands flat on Rafe's chest, "Rafe. Please."

He stares at you, laughing slightly aa he rolls his eyes, "Fuck. Fine." He motions to JJ, "get him out of here."

A few men drag JJ out, kicking and screaming like usual. Rafe walks out and disappears. You lay your hands on your forehead, "what the fuck."

You take a deep breath and walk outside, your main goal is finally Rafe. You see him sitting across the street.

You walk up to Rafe, eyes holding onto bis busted up face, "What the hell was that?" Your eyes move to the lit cigarette he puts between his lips.

"What the fuck?" You reach up and he allows you to pull the cigarette from between them. You toss it on the ground and step on it, "What's going on with you?"

Rafe scoffs, "Fuck this. I'm going home." He starts to walk away and you follow him over to his car, "Rafe."

"Rafe!" You walk faster to catch up to him, "What the fuck?" You yell and he turns to you and nods, "Get in."

You look at him, "Why?"

"because I'm not going to yell at you in front of everybody.. now get the fuck in." He points to the car and you sigh quietly before getting into the passenger seat.

He gets in, staring the car, "Why were you talking to JJ?"

"Is that what this is about?" You pout, "Honey, that's called jealously." Rafe glares at you and you tilt your head, "He came up to me and asked me why you were watching him as he walked up to me and then he asked if there was things going on between us."

"What did you tell him?" Rafe asks and you laugh in response, "What do I tell him? Honestly. We become close and then all of a sudden you're gone?"

"You don't understand." Rafe mumbles. You lean back in the seat, "So talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Don't just leave me hanging."

He shakes his head, "but that still doesn't answer my question, y/n. What did you say to him?"

You take a second to compose yourself, "all I said back to him was that I'm not and he said good and that he doesn't want to see my name end up on your list of sluts."

Rafe pulls into the driveway of his house and sits there quietly, "Do you believe him?"

You shrug, "I'd like to not." You sit there, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn't. Not for a few moments, "I'm gonna just gonna go inside. You can do whatever it is you wanna do."

He goes to get out and you do the same, looking at him over the car, "What the fuck do you mean"

He doesn't say one whole word the whole way in.

It was pissing you off and he knew it.

You follow Rafe into the office, shutting the door behind you, "What in the actual fuck is going on with you?"

"Just get out." He mumbles as he walks around to sit on the end of the desk, facing away from you.

You stare at him for a few seconds, shaking your head gently, "No."

His head turns towards you slightly, but he doesn't look at you.

"Hello? Are you going for talk to me?" You hold your hands out to your sides and then drop them with a smack on your thighs, and it's secretly driving Rafe insane.

He wanted you. But his father said he shouldn't be around you. They said you could be a secret weakness and boy, were they right.

"Y/n. Just." He sighs, looking down to shake his head, "Go. Please. Get the fuck out." He stands up, turning to face you and you can immediately tell that his vibe is off.

"I shouldn't have to explain myself to you." He starts, "Fuck." he takes a second to try and cool down, but his mind only can stay on wanting to have his cock buried deep inside of you as you moan out his name.

"No, actually you really should explain yourself to me." You say slightly louder, "What? I promise to not disrupt this secret little plan you have in the works and that gives you the right to just treat me like shit when you got bored of me."

He groan, "No you don't.." He runs his hands over his face, "I didn't get fu-"

You cut him off, "I literally have not talked to my best friend in two or three weeks? All because of you." You step towards him, "I've given up a lot for you. And you don't even see it."

His eyes bounce from your lips up to your eyes, "Did you tell John B?"

Your heart starts to beat faster, knowing how fast he will get angry, "Why do you think I told John B?" Rafe shrugs, "Friend of a friend told me what JJ really asked you.. so that's what makes me think that."

Fuck.

"Rafe." You step towards him and he says loudly, "Fuck. Y/n." He looks at you, "did you. Or did you not tell John B about our father's working together."

You hold your stare on him, "What are you going to do if I say yes?"

He balls his fists up and rests them on his cheek, "Fuck. You didn't. Y/n. Please tell me you're fucking with me.

His voice is at the level of a yell, "Did you fucking tell him or not?" You keep your stare, shrugging and Rafe groans, turning away before turning to you again, "You need to under-fucking-stand what you're doing, y/n."

You nod, "You don't think I know how dangerous your dad is?" You smirk, "Or how dangerous you are?"

He tilts his head and you step towards him, "I mean, you tell me. Should I be scared of you?"

He chuckles with a nod, "Goddamn right you should be scared of me."

You shrug, "I don't really get scared with you."

Rafe knows that he would never want to hurt you.

You know it, too.

Rafe holds his stare, "Y/N."

"Rafe."

Rafe starts to laugh and shake his head, "oh fuck!" He crosses his arms over his chest and lets out a dramatic sigh, "You are fuckin.."

He groans and you tilt your head, "Look, Rafe. I'm just here looking for a reason as to-"

He cuts you off, "Because.. being good, doesn't get you fucking anything. You of all people should know that, y/n." He scoffs and motions to you.

You raise your brows, "Excuse me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Rafe?"

He shakes his head, letting out a sigh, "I just.." he laughs, "You should just go." You shake your head, standing your ground, "mm. No."

"Y/n. Don't fu-"

You continue to speak over him, "All I want to know is what I did to make you treat me like.." you laugh slightly, looking at him as your tilt your head, "A pogue."

Rafe looks at you, shaking his head, "Nah, nah." He points his finger at you, laughing slightly as he steps closer to you, "You're not one of those." He leans in, his voice is loud, "You're a fucking kook and you need to-" his voice is louder, "act like one!"

All of your anger rises up, "Fuck you." You walk over and give his chest a shove. He grunts and wraps his hands around your wrists, "Whoa. Easy now, darlin'."

Rafe laughing fuels you more and you let out a frustrated groan, "Fuck you." Pushing his chest with each phrase, "Fuck you. Fuck you."

"Alright." Rafe says, calming you down, but you continue to ignore him, "Y/n." He squeezes your wrists, tilting his head and that was the last straw.

He clenches his jaw and lets your wrist drop, "I don't understand how you're having an issue here." He shakes his head, "I-I don't understand."

You stare at him, "I don't get.." you looks up, "How you can say that. Fuck, that's like saying my feelings don't fucking matter."

"They don't." Rafe scoffs, shaking his head with a gentle laugh, "I mean, not to me anyway."

"Oh yeah? Is that how you felt when you were staring at my tits while we sat in my living room with both of our families?" You raise your brows, "Or how you told me that if I was doing it on purpose, I would pay for it later?"

Rafe clenches his jaw and stares at you.

You smirk, "If you wanna play this game, we can play this game."

Rafe laughs, "Fuck this. Okay. I'm here to see if I need to stop my father from killing your father." He motions to you, "So now please, for fucks sake." He walks closer to you with each word, "Please. Fucking. Answer, so you can get the fuck out of my house."

You chose to ignore him, continuing to run your mouth to him, "I'm not done, Rafe." You step closer to him, "I think you like me. A lot more than you think you do."

He scoffs and you laugh, "So what made you punch JJ? Hm. Was it because you thought I was telling him about everything? Or was it because he touched me?"

It's very telling on which answer is the right answer, his face gave it straight away.

"Get out." Rafe nods towards the door, his eyes moving back to yours, "Or I'll call my dad right now and tell him that you told John B."

You stare at him for a few seconds before you speak.

You know what you're doing, "I don't think you'll do that." Rafe shrugs, "Try me."

"I'm not the one you're mad at?" You whisper, "Am I?"

"No." Rafe argues and you continue to argue with him.

You're basically in his face yelling a few minutes later, then all of a sudden he pushes you back, "Just Stop! Stop! Stop."

The angry rasp in his voice, not only slightly scares you, but also has you so inappropriately turned on.

"I'm fucking talking now!"

You're sat.

The way he looks at you, like he actually fucking hates you, has your walls quivering for him.

Did I finally break Rafe Cameron, you think as you fight back the wild urge to smirk.

"You- you think you can just fucking.. come in here, wearing all of th-these.. dresses that you pick out just for me?" Rafe lays his hand on his chest with a laugh, "You're going to bitch and moan about not being trusted but yet you willing still hang out with Kiara and the other dumbass pogues."

He groans, "Fuck, You just.." he stops, looking at you as he runs his tongue over his lips.

You tilt your head, hands clasped together behind your back, "I just.. what, Rafe?"

"You drive me so unbelievably insane." He shakes his head, dropping his hand from his chest, "like I actually am losing it over you."

You manage to keep yourself calm, "Why?"

"Beca-" he whines, "I can't have you."

You step over to him, "Do you think I could cloud your judgment?"

Rafe sighs, tilting his head back, "I want you, so fucking much that I think I would do just about anything you asked me to." He pauses, "And that's why I'm so fucking pissed because I know you want to help John B and I-"

"I told him." You admit, "They know the day you're moving it, too."

You were fully expecting him to explode again, but to your surprise, he didn't, "Yeah, I seen JJ climb out of your window the one night." He shrugs, "So I figured.

He just literally surprised you instead, "Fuck. Rafe, I-"

He cuts you off, "Partly why I punched him." He mumbles, "But yeah, and before you ask, no one knows."

You tilt your head, "How do I know you're not lying!" He laughs, "Trust me. If anyone knew, the deal wouldn't still be going through."

Makes sense.

"So what are you saying, exactly? Rafe. Do you want me dead? Do you just hate me? love me? What because I would really like to go-"

"Yes." Rafe says and you laugh slightly, "Huh?"

He walks over to you, hands on your hips and he nods, "I said yes. Because If you were dead, I wouldn't be standing here, kicking my own ass over what to do."

Your hands slide to his neck as he shakes his head, "Fuck." He presses his lip to yours. You stumble backwards as he walks you back to the wall, "I want to hate you for telling John B, but you have so much control over me, I can't."

He takes your hands from his neck and pins them above your head, "I think it's incredibly sexy that you're willing to rebel against my father. Me." He kisses down your neck,"I think about you all the fucking time."

Rafe's hand moves down your body and slips between your thighs, "The literal thought of anyone touching you, drives me to the point of wanting to end their life."

"Fuck." You whimper out quietly, lips parting as you feel his finger slip between the thin fabric of your panties and your skin, "You're so wet, baby."

Rafe presses his lips to your cheek, "This won't be happening again."

"Uh huh. One and done." You breath out, grinding your hips down to meet his fingers more, "P-please."

Rafe chuckles, "Whatcha beggin' for darlin'?" He teases as he presses his fingers hard against your clit, slowly rubbing slow circles, "Need someone to fuck you better than a pogue ever could?"

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes shut as he applies a little more pressure. He watches your face with a smirk on his, "Did you fuck any of them?"

You shake your head and Rafe tilts his head, "Ahh, be honest for me." You gasp as he slides his fingers back, circling your aching opening, "I'm.. serious, Rafe."

"But you wanted to?" He dips two fingers into you and you moan out, "Rafe."

"Doesn't matter. You wanna know why?" Rafe asks, still slowly teasing you with his fingers hooked inside your pussy.

You whimper out quietly, "why?"

"Because once you get a feel for how I make you feel, no one else will ever satisfy you." His eyes are on you and you shrug, "Prove it."

He pulls his fingers out and brings them up to your lips. You open without being told and wrap your lips around his fingers

You hum slightly as you move your tongue to lick your slick from him.

A smirk grows on his lips, "Good girl." He pulls his fingers from your mouth and you just stare at him.

He made you weak, and he could see it.

He steps back but you reach out, grabbing his shirt, "Fuck me like you hate me." You walk over to him and his hand lays loosely on the small of your back, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Take it all out on me." You nod, "I want you, Rafe."

He quickly lifts you up, walking over to his desk. He reaches behind you, swiping stuff out of the way before setting you down.

His lips on yours as his hands reach up to yank down the top of your dress. He extracts a moan from you when his fingers twist and turn each nipples.

"You sound so pretty." Rafe whisper, "Gonna sound even prettier with my cock ramming into you."

"Please." You whine, pulling your dress up to expose your thighs. Rafe kisses down your neck, and slides his fingers up your thighs.

He pulls down the band of your panties and you lift your hips for him to slide them down over your ass.

He pulls them down your legs and over your feet, stuffing them in his pocket, "You might get them back later."

He winks and slides his hands to behind your knees, he spreads your legs opens and pushes them back.

Your hands lay over his and you watch as he steps back, giving him room so he can bend down.

You gasp loudly when his lips connect with your clit.

A hand lifts off or the back of your thigh to you slide your hand in place, "Fuck, Rafe." You moan, feeling two fingers slide into you.

You bite down on your lip and Rafe lifts his head from your clit, "Don't be quiet now, baby. Keep givin' it to me."

Rafe repeatedly curls his fingers in a way that makes you arch your back off the desk, "Fuck.." you whimper out, "Shit."

"Tell me who makes you feel this good." Rafe squeezes your thigh and slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt.

You let out a loud whine, "You do, baby."

"Who?" He asks, going back to curling his fingers and your mind is spiraling right now, "Y-you baby." He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and goes to unbuckling his pants, "Flip over."

You slide down off the desk, turning around to bend over it.

Your heart was racing.

Both due to the excitement of actually fucking Rafe and the anxiety you're having because you really are doing what JJ told you he was worried about.

You feel a hand grip your shoulder then it slides over to the front of your neck. Rafe tightens his grip slowly and pulls your head back.

You lean back as far as you can go and he leans forward, lips right next to your ear, "Say my name."

He slowly thrusts his cock into, immediately urging you to scream out, "Rafe! Fuck you make me feel so good."

His grip on your neck tightens and you let out a squeak. The harder he thrusts, the more you're vision is blacking out, "f-fu-"

You reach up and tap his hand. Rafe's hand immediately loosens its grip and moves to your shoulder, "Doin' so good at takin' me."

"Fuck, Rafe." You moan, "I'm gon- I'm so close." You push your hips back into his and he leans back, gripping both of your hips.

His thrusts turn animalistic, so good that it's actually starting to hurt you.

You whimper out, throwing your head back as the walls that ached for him, squeeze around his cock, "F-Fuck."

"Fuck." Rafe groans out, "So fuckin' tight around me."

He pushes as far on as he can go and holds himself still. You rock your hips, itching for the high of the orgasm he was just about to give you.

"Rafe." You whine, "P-please."

He pulls out, spinning you around to face him. He lifts your leg to his waist and you hold it there as he holds his cock steady to slip back into you.

Your head falls forward and you lean back onto your hand to hold yourself up. Your other hand goes to pull him in by the back of his neck.

His lips crash onto yours as his hips repeatedly pound against your body, "Such a fucking slut for me." Rafe groans against your lips.

You nod, moaning out, "Fuck, Rafe. Only for you."

He rests his forehead against yours and squeezes your thighs, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside of that perfect little pussy."

He looks at you and you bite your lip, nodding as your eyes roll closed to the feeling of his fingers on your clit, "Look at me, baby."

Your eyes snap open and you look up at him.

"Do you want that, too?" Rafe asks and you nod. He slides a hand up to the back of your head, gripping your hair tight, "Look at me. Tell me, please."

His voice is soft, whimperishly hot.

It unlocked something within you.

"I want you to cum in my pussy." You whimper out, "Fuck, Rafe." You dig your nails into his neck and let out a loud moan.

Your orgasm washes over, ripping strings of moans and curse words from your lips, "Fuck, fuck, fuck., R-Rafe."

He kisses your lips, swallowing your moans as he fucks you through your high, "Such a good girl." Rafe presses his lip to your forehead, his thrusts slow down, "But I still fucking hate you."

You smirk up at him, gasping as he thrusts his cock all the way into you, "Feeling's mutual."

He bites down on his lip, eyes locked on yours, "Maybe I should just hope I knock you up, hmm?" A smirk appears on his lips as he begins to thrust into you again.

You just stare up at him, chest rising and falling in a quick pace. You tilt your head back, moaning out as he squeezes your boob, "Just-" he lifts his to your chin, tilting your head forward, "Look at me, baby."

Rafe kisses your forehead, "just thinking about you being pregnant with my baby." He groans, tilting his head slightly, "Let everybody know that you're mine."

"Rafe." You whine out, feeling another orgasm coming on, "Fuck, fuck." You tangle your fingers in his hair and he leans in, "You gonna cum again, baby?"

You nod, face scrunched with pleasure, "Fuck. Yes."

Rafe attaches his lips to the side of your neck, earning a moaning you as he sucks a spot he knows for sure will be there tomorrow.

"Ra-Rafe!" You moan out, squeezing his cock with your walls. You dig your nails into his upper back and drag, earning a groan from Rafe.

His grip on your hips tighter and you feel him push his cock in as he spills his cum into you, "Shit." He shivers slightly and looks at you, "Damn."

You smirk, nodding as he sets your leg down, "uh huh."

He steps back, fixing himself as you put yourself back together. You stand up and you can feel the cum dripping from your beaten cunt, "Shit."

"What?" Rafe asks looking over at you. You laugh slightly, "I'm.." you sigh, "I'm leaking what you left inside of me."

He laughs, "Hot."

You roll your eyes, "No because now I have to walk home in-"

"Who said you're going home?" Rafe furrows his brows and you look at him confused, "I'm not going home?"

He shakes his head, "Remember how I said this isn't happening again?"

You laugh, "Yeah, I think I do."

He shrugs, "Well, I may have not meant that." You nod, "Mm." You smile, "I knew you couldn't do it."

"Couldn't do what?" Rafe asks getting defensive.

You laugh, "Calm down. Calm down. I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away."

"Fuck off." He rolls his eyes, "Come on."

"Wait, does this effect any of the-"

Rafe cuts you off, "It's either you get a shower with me or you walk home with my cum on your thighs." He laughs slightly, "Your choices, baby."

You sigh, "first option please."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·

Again, sorry if this sucks. I've never written for Rafe before, so this is new to me.

Thanks for reading, ilysm! 🖤

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yourmomwhitediamond · 8 months ago

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It is a prompt you desire?

Then a prompt you shall receive!

How about Rosie with a fem!S/O that's a talented (maybe was very popular when she was alive) pianist? Perhaps they knew each other when they were alive, and actually felt very strongly for one another, but due to the standards of the time they couldn't be together. But now that they're in hell, they don't need to worry about that anymore! Maybe the reader is a cannibal like Rosie as well, but that's for you to decide!

Anyhow, hope you like the prompt, and whatever one you end up going with from your ask box I hope you have fun writing for the best girl!

Thank you for this request. I did struggle a little with this one, so it might not be to your liking. I hope you enjoy it nevertheless!!

Warnings: cannibalism, fluff, and a hint of implied homophobia?

"Do you need a break?" You questioned, looking over your canvas to Rosie. You had noticed her small movements every time you peeked over to get a good look at her as you painted. It was obvious she was becoming uncomfortable, seated in the same position for just over an hour. And you wouldn't take no for an answer.

"No, I can last a while longer"

You sighed heavily and set your utensils down, "Rosie," You said in a knowing tone.

She too sighed and let herself relax. Her shoulders fell from their tensed state and her back slumped in defeat, "Okay"

A satisfied smile grew on your face as you stood and stepped over to Rosie. You offered a hand down to her and she took it gratefully, a delighted groan coming from her as she stretched her legs and back. With your hand still in hers you led her to the small round table where you had taken previous recesses. You patted the back of her hand before releasing it to go and get her some well-deserved pinky fingers and a hot beverage. As you prepared everything you could feel her eyes on you the entire time. You dared to take a look over your shoulder to make sure you weren't being paranoid. Turned out that your suspicions were correct. Her head snapped away, focusing her attention elsewhere. You chuckled and shook your head in amusement. The moment your back was facing her again, her gaze returned to you, watching your every move. You knew the layout of her kitchen like the back of your hand, which is strange considering you didn't even reside there. In all honesty, you spent most of your life in Rosie’s emporium/house than your own home.

It was touching to see how much you cared for her. You'd known her long enough to spot any signs of discomfort, stress and other things alike. She loved you for it. She loved you for many things. And it was only recently that she had discovered this love she felt for you wasn't platonic.

You swivelled back around with Rosie's drink and snacks, placing them in front of her. You took your place in the seat opposite her with a smile plastered on your face after Rosie thanked you.

"Thank you, darling," She reached her free hand out, palm facing up, gesturing for you to take it into yours. You happily obliged,"You're far too kind to me"

"Nonsense, you deserve the best" As she brought the drink up to her lips you kissed the back of her hand.

If your time in the living world was different, so would your relationship. Society frowned upon same-sex partners, so you both never had the chance to fully explore your feelings for each other. You were stuck in that time, mindset-wise, but if you weren't then there'd be none of this beating around the bush.

"Flatterer" Rosie spoke into her cup, hiding her smile and blush behind it.

Your smile turned into a smirk from her reaction so you carried on. You turned her hand and pressed your lips against her palm with your eyes trained on hers, "You're practically perfect in every way. But you already know that, don't you? Such an ethereal muse"

Rosie scoffed and lowered her cup, "You've only told me a thousand times before"

"And I plan to tell you a thousand times more, my dear" You were giving yourself mixed singles at this point, unable to understand why you were giving her these romantic gestures and flirtatious comments like every other day, but there was something else. You sensed something was off.

Rosie had slipped her hands away momentarily before scooting further forward and bringing them up to your face.

She seemed to think things over, trying to find the right words,"You know we're close friends"

Well that wasn't a clever way to start. It made you furrow your brows in confusion, but you answered nevertheless, "Yes"

Then your face filled with dread as you jumped to conclusions. The first scenario to pop into your head was her ending your friendship. That was happening, but it was going to be replaced with something far more than what you could've imagined. You didn't know that though, so you couldn't help but let your mind run wild with every single possibility anyone could imagine.

Rosie noticed your worry and gingerly caressed your face with her thumbs, rubbing small circles on your cheeks, "Don't look so worried, this is nothing bad"

"You're making it sound as if it's something negative" You argued in a whisper, your eyes drifting away from Rosie's.

"Darling," She sighed heavily, lifting your head to look her in the eye,"I'll get straight to the point. I love you"

There was a beat.

"But we aren't..." You trailed off, the realisation of her confession taking its time to sink in. Rosie felt, and saw, your cheeks heat up. There was no doubt in your mind that she could hear your heart thumping at an unimaginable speed as well. You searched her eyes, having doubts about whether she was being truthful or not. “We aren't allowed to love each other," You finished,"We were told it was a sin and-"

"We're in Hell, sweetie. There's no more being told who we can and can't love. It's not a sin. It's not why we ended up here," She cooed, bringing your face closer,"No more rules"

You took in a sharp breath and raised your hands to where Rosie’s rested. Never in your past and present life did you think you'd get a confession from her. But she was correct, there was no right or wrong in Hell and everything made sense now. You were no longer confused with your actions, thoughts and feelings.

You didn't think twice to close the gap and capture Rosie's lips, and she didn't hesitate to return the kiss. She felt you melt into putty. You leaned over the table to get more of her and hummed happily. It was at that moment you realised just how much you had been missing out on. Her lips felt like heaven against yours, they were so soft and plush. It was easily your new favourite thing.

However, it short-lived. Rosie started to pull back, but you were determined to keep it going, leaning further and further over the table to the point where you almost knocked the drink and snacks onto the floor.

Rosie laughed at your neediness and pecked your cheek when you eventually parted. Your face flushed and you sat back down, searching for the right words before admitting:

"I love you too"

It's late at night. I don't know if there are any mistakes. I'm going to sleep now. Night night my lovelies x

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lili863 · 5 months ago

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Animagus Pt 1

Matteo Riddle x MC AN: Enemies to lovers, Quidditch, banter, eventual smut, conspiracies, dark arts, manipulation, death eaters, Slytherin boys, action, romance, and 18+ material which will be mentioned in caption later in story Masterlist

Wynn Cromwell, a descendant of an ancient and powerful wizarding family, finds herself head-to-head with the infamous Matteo Riddle, son of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and leader of the Slytherin Elite: Lorenzo Berkshire, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, and Blaise Zabini. Thrust into a world of conspiracies, dark arts, and deadly secrets, Wynn fights to reclaim her most prized possession and uncover the truth behind Matteo’s mysterious agenda. But as their rivalry deepens, so does the treacherous dance of consuming hatred, desire, love, and lust. As alliances shift and dark forces close in, each must choose a side—save the wizarding world or destroy it.

"You want me to be a what"? You asked, confused.

"An animagus silly, its the solution to all your problems." Hermoine closed the book she was holding in her hands and proceeded to put it back on the shelves. You and Hermonie were just chatting the library after classes when you started venting about your problems on how to better sneak past into the Slytherin common room.

"Although I hardly think what your doing is the best way to go about this"

"Well what would you do if you were in my place? I tolerated all his bullshit and look where it got me". You crossed your arms "Besides whatever Riddle gets he deserves it"

Hermione let out a resigned sigh. "Matteo Riddle is nothing but an immature boy trapped in a 17-year-old's body. I hardly think he's worth my time."

"Well, he's certainly managed to claim some of mine, and not in a good way. Ever since our paths crossed, he's been slandering my house and making my life a living hell. I even ended up in detention because of him. Detention!"

Hermione shook her head. "But it's not like you just stood by and did nothing."

"That's exactly it! Why should I? Just because I'm a Hufflepuff? They can label me however they want, but I refuse to be a doormat."

Hermione chuckled softly before handing you a book titled 'The Animagus'.

"That's for sure, but in the meantime, becoming an animagus might give you an edge."

You rubbed the bridge of your nose, memories of your ongoing feud with the Slytherin flashing through your mind. "Okay."

Determined, you took the book, knowing you had to sneak into the Slytherin dormitory. After all, he had crossed the line when he had taken something precious from you, and you needed it back.

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Slytherins, among the four houses of Hogwarts, boasted a notorious reputation. They were known for their cunning, slyness and a penchant for mischief. Within Slytherin, there existed an even more infamous group—the clique of wealthy, well-connected individuals, all with ties to the dark arts. Blaise, Enzo, Theo, Draco, and the infamous Matteo Riddle. The bane of your existence.

You couldn't fathom how you became entangled in their world, but it all began with a decision to try out for Quidditch.

Flying came naturally to you, a skill you loved and honed whenever you could. Despite your talent, you never considered trying out until your flying teacher practically signed you up herself. The only incentive? The promise of forty potential house points dangled before you. It was an offer too good to refuse.

So, adorned in your Hufflepuff Quidditch uniform, you ventured to the tryouts, representing your underestimated house.

The house often dismissed as ditzy, wallflowers, and notoriously poor Quidditch players. But you disagreed.

While your house didn't often make it to the finals—those spots were typically dominated by Gryffindor and Slytherin—it wasn't due to lack of talent. Rather, it was the incompetence of your team captain and admittedly their strategies.

In reality, your team boasted several skilled flyers only... it was pretty hard to convince people when convince when the first thing you see walking into the pit was a Hufflepuff nosediving to the ground after getting hit with bluddger.

"Oh bloody hell..." You muttered. Scanning the field you notice several houses at the tryouts stretching as they were called into the sky by Madam Rolanda.

You set your broom down and tried your raven hair up to a ponytail. It was jsut tryouts, nothing to be scared of. If you didn't make it its fine, it wasnt the end of the world.

Besdies- you took a quick look around

It didnt look like you knew anybodyu here so no one to embarrss yourself in front of.

Taking a deep a breath, you took your gloves and put them on trying to shake your nerves when all of a sudden a voice called out.

"Hey, Hufflepuff." You looked up, following the direction of the voice, and your eyes landed on a group of Slytherins lounging on the benches nearby.

Instantly your heart dropped.

You hadn't noticed their presence before, but it was evident from their scrutinizing gazes that they had been observing you. You recognized those green Quidditch uniform anywhere.

The infamous Matteo Riddle, leaned back agains the bench, a lazy smile on his lips stared you in amusment. You didn't know him quite well but you knew of him. And you also knew how ridiculoly handsome he was.

Brown eyes, curly locks, and a smile adorned on his lips that looked anything but friendly. But you could tell that didn't deter anyone.

"Me?" You pointed to yourself, hoping they weren't singling you out. Matteo raised his eyebrows, as if it were obvious before Blaise chimed in, "Considering you're the only other Hufflepuff brave enough to try out today, yes."

The Slytherins stared at you, their eyes assessing your entire presence, judging you intensely. Of all days, today was when the most talented flyers from the Slytherin Quidditch team had decided to grace the pitch with their presence.

Matteo and his entire bloody gang had shown up for tryouts.

"Don't look so scared Newbie," Matteo chuckled. "They can smell fear, you know." He gestured toward the group of flyers sitting high up in the sky, waiting for their next victim to pounce on.

The tryouts worked in a select group of flyers testing your skills on a broom, racing you, throwing bludgers at you, and seeing how many you could fend off on your own and how far you could go. Coach Rolanda would assess your skills and see if you had what it took.

You licked you lips determined not to seem fazed by their presence "Not scared, just warming up"

"Heard Coach speak very highly of you. Even offered house points just for you to come to the tryouts" Blaise remarked.

You tried to offer a small smile trying to remain humble when he continued "The team must really be desperate for Rolanda to place all her hopes on you"

They probably saw your jaw drop a little because they all started snickering afterward. Matteo huffed out a small laugh at your face before turning his attention back to the flyers.

What a bunch of grade A assholes.

"Maybe she see potential where others dont".

The group went silent after your reply with Matteo turning his head to glance back at you.

God, the intimidation they oozed was no joke.

"I am sure she did, in fact, I see it too. Hufflepuffs are great warm-ups for the season"

The group burst into laughter, as Matteo's smirk widened, a glint of challenge dancing in his eyes.

Okay, you take it back. He wasn't that good locking.

Grabbing your broom you walked closer to the group, stopping right in front of Matteo, with a newfound confidence, mostly anger, but you still had faith in your skills for the words swirling in your mind. You were gonna make him eat dirt today.

"Yeah? Why dont we do a little warmup today Riddle. Considering your last game, it looks like you need it".

Blaise scoffed a laugh nudging Draco with a knowing look.

"Oh?" he shot back, raising an eyebrow. "I take it you're a fan?"

"Fan? Hardly. I'm more of a critic. And I'm not blind to the fact that your team relies on dirty plays and brute force. I haven't seen any real skill in the air"

You watch him sit up, now inches from your face "There's no room for fairness and kumbaya in Quidditch, Princess. Everyone plays dirty."

The word Princess hits you with something, your stomach churning at the way he said it.

"Hufflepuffs don't play dirty," you interjected, your voice tinged with defiance.

Matteo's hands grabbed the loose Velcro clasp hanging around your waist and pulled on it, tugging you closer. You squeaked in surprise as he attached it back, tightening the gear you had been struggling with when you entered the pit.

"And that's why you're just a filler," he said with a smirk. He patted the hard gear on top of your stomach, sending you a few steps back with a self-satisfied smile.

The sting of his words and the embarrassment of his actions shot through like electricity, warming your cheeks, and igniting a fire within.

"Cromwell! You're up!" Coach's voice cut through the tension, yet you didn't flinch. Instead, you closed in on him.

But it seemed Matteo's grin only widened as you approached, even going so far as to lean in closer, thoroughly entertained by your presence.

"Come up in the air with me Riddle, and I'll show you exactly what a filler can do"

Matteo paid no mind to the chaos erupting behind him in response to your words. Instead, his gaze bore into yours, intense and unwavering.

With deliberate movements, he reached for his helmet sitting nearby before rising to his feet, bringing his face dangerously close to yours. Your heart raced as you blinked rapidly, attempting to conceal any hint of emotion, and instinctively took a step back.

Without a word, Matteo kicked up his broom and effortlessly hopped on, soaring towards Madam Rolanda.

You hastily mounted your broom, ascending into the air to await her verdict. As you hovered hundreds of feet above the ground, the adrenaline from your exchange with Matteo began to ebb away. Part of you almost wished that Coach Rolanda might reject his participation.

You watched in intensly when suddenly the team of flyers above began to descend.

Now you were confused. What's happening?

Suddenly, something zipped past you with lightning speed, causing you to gasp and retreat instinctively. It was Draco?

You furrowed your brows wondering why he was in the air when you decided to look back down.

The full blown panic set in when the entire Slytherin team started flying towards you.

Madam Rolanda's thumbs-up and smile from below were barely registered as you locked eyes with Matteo, who had settled at your level in the air.

What did he even say?!

"Damn newbie," Matteo remarked, spreading his hands wide as he gestured to the guys behind him. "You got the whole team together. I'm already impressed."

Your tongue poked the side of your cheek in a silent response.

"Time to check if your bite matches your bark," Matteo remarked, his tone challenging.

Your hands clenched at the handles of your broom, acutely aware that if you lost, it wouldn't just be a blow to your pride; it would be a dent in Hufflepuff's reputation, with little chance of recovery. Or maybe none at all if Rolanda decided she didn't want you on the team.

Suddenly, those 40 points weren't seeming all that worth it.

"Alright, team!" Rolanda's voice boomed across the field. "Get ready!"

Everyone sprang into position, bludgers at the ready.

Your job was clear: avoid getting knocked off your broom by the bludgers and complete five laps across the field without falling. It was evident they weren't going to take it easy on you. But with a deep breath and a steeling of your resolve, you closed your eyes, focusing on the task at hand. You knew what was at stake. You had confidence in your skills, and with a good strategy, the odds were as good as yours. And suddenly, as your eyes opened, you were locked in.

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You grunted, zipping past Theo, narrowly avoiding the bludger that flew right in front of your face courtesy of Draco.

One of your strengths in flying was your speed, and right now, with your stats, you were arguably one of the fastest flyers in all of the houses. That's why it caught everyone off guard.

Within moments, you had crossed the field, completing your fourth lap without getting knocked off.

"Alright, one more lap to go," you reminded yourself, the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you focused all your concentration on the game. You barely noticed the large crowd gathered below, all watching your performance. Even Rolanda was beaming proudly as she conversed with another professor amidst the commotion.

You observed the boys below, panting and staring you down, some in surprise, others in thinly veiled annoyance. But Matteo looked downright pissed.

You tried to ignore the bruises forming all over your body from the tackles you received from the other guys. It was only thanks to your quick reactions and nimbleness that you didn't get knocked off, either slipping away or coming to a sudden stop on your broom, letting them fly past you.

"Alright, players! LAST LAP!" Rolanda's voice echoed across the field, signaling the final stretch of the challenge.

As the final lap commenced, you pushed your broom to its limits, streaking across the field with lightning speed. Draco and Blaise, determined to thwart your progress, swooped in from both sides, aiming to tackle you off your broom. With reflexes honed from years of flying, you deftly veered to the side, narrowly avoiding their attempts.

But the challenge was far from over. A bludger was sent hurtling through the air by Theo. With a sharp intake of breath, you ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding the speeding projectile as it whizzed past, the rush of air stirring the strands of your hair in its wake.

Behind you, Draco and Theo gave chase, their determination palpable in the air.

Glancing back for just a moment you grinned watching them practically inhale your smoke when you turned your head back around and nearly shrieked in surprise.

Matteo stopped right before you, ready for your impact.

In that split second, you came to a sudden halt, relinquesing all magical energy from your broom which allowed to freefall with your broom, barely avoiding the collision.

Matteo shock was evident as he watched you, your stunt or rather trick as you call catching him off gaurd.

This maneuver demanded far more energy than one might expect. After investing intense focus into maintaining flight, you had to swiftly shift gears in a split second to initiate the fall. This not only avoided collision but also allowed for a sudden return to flight from the descent, requiring a rapid redirection of concentration and control.

But just as you tried to redirect your broom the momentum proved too much to bear, and you felt yourself losing control from the utter fatigue crashing onto you.

You were now flying towards the goal, desperation clinging to every fiber of your being, but you knew. You were not fast enough.

The manuver cost too much energy.

Just as the sight of finsh line was close enough for you believe your were going to cross it, a hand suddenly wrapped around, a force hitting your back sending you flying off your broom with a scream.

You could barely register Matteo plummeting to the ground with you, but one thing was clear.

You lost.

And it was all because of Matteo Fucking Riddle.

The two of you free fell , but just before you hit the ground, Levioso stops you two for moment.

And then you fall on top of him int eh ground with a grunt.

The roar of the crowd's gasps and screams seemed to reverberate in your ears, though it was more the rush of blood and adrenaline coursing through your veins that you felt. Anger quickly began to overtake you, fueled by the intensity of the moment.

As you rose, straddling him, Matteo huffed out a laugh. "That was some damn stunt," he remarked, his attention seemingly elsewhere as he gave a thumbs-up to his companions in the air, chuckling softly.

Without hesitation, you seized his collar, forcing him to meet your gaze, both of you slick with sweat and heated from the encounter. "Did you seriously just do that?! You could have easily pushed me off the broom, but you chose to bring me down with you!"

Matteo's scoffs "It's called Quidditch, Princess. Better get used to it."

"Yeah, well, next time you pull shit like that, do me a favor and keep your hands to yourself and just freefall alone."

"Says the one straddling and manhandling me."

"Fuck you, Riddle," you spat, releasing him and flinging yourself backwards onto the ground.

Matteo simply frowned as he picked himself up, seemingly unfazed by your outburst.

"Are you-?!" you began, only to be cut off by the approach of Rolanda, still acutely aware of Matteo's eyes on you.

"Madam Rolanda-"

"That was the finest display of flying I've seen in my years, kid," Rolanda interjected, her tone filled with admiration. "Never before have I witnessed a stunt executed with such finesse. Though there are certainly areas for improvement, your performance was nothing short of brilliant. And you, Matteo," she continued, turning her attention to him, "what's your take on this?"

You turned towards Matteo, huffing for breath, just waiting for him shit on you.

Matteo shifted his weight, his gaze lingering on you before he spoke. "I think Hufflepuff finally has some real talent this year."

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at the acknowledgment.

"Well, that settles it then! Welcome to Quidditch, kid!"

You eagerly shake Rolanda's hand, but your eyes remain locked on Riddle's back as he joins the other guys.

Something told you this, whatever it was between you and Riddle, wasn't over.

Just as you were about to leave, Matteo suddenly looked back catching your eyes, a menacing glare as if he didn't just praise your skills 2 seconds ago.

Yup, definitely not over.

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