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[will1ams0n]

“I swear if we get caught I’m actually going to kill you”

Summary: Leah’s GF has been busy during her injury period, meaning they’ve been like ships in the night. Reader decides to surprise her at one of her games

Warnings: Fluff mostly, slight sexual references, bad writing and formatting due to this being my first time writing on tumblr…

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“I swear if we get caught I’m actually going to kill you” I say laughing ever so slightly, but only after I’d come around from the initial shock of being dragged into one of the empty kit rooms of the football grounds, with lips attached to my neck and hands around my waist, the roar of the crowds were dying down post match, everything seemed quieter even though it was all just as hectic. It was mostly due to the captivating presence of the woman in front of me, nothing else in the world existed when I was looking into those blue eyes,

“Just shut up then and kiss me already” she mumbles back, her hands tightly gripping my jacket pulling me ever so closer into her as if it was her lifeline, as if I’d disappear if she were to let go,

“Well, as you asked so nicely” I reply, smirking as I give the beautiful blue eyed blonde a quick peck on the cheek, causing her to huff and let go of one side of my jacket, in order to grab my neck to pull me back into her again, this time making sure my lips reach her intended target, her own.

Leah and I weren’t a secret by any means, that wasn’t the reason for the secretive make out session in the kit room, we were however low key to the public eye. It had been just over a year, but even around team mates Leah didn’t like to let her tough leader like persona slip too far. She held tightly to the fact she was the top, and she was right the majority of the time, but lets just say even she has her guilty pleasures, and they were pleasurable for both parties involved.

So this is how we found ourselves here. Making out like teenagers post game in the grounds. I had joined arsenal much later than Leah. Being a transfer from another club in the WSL. We’d hit it off straight away, becoming fast friends and an unstoppable duo in the midfield. It wasn’t until a fair few months (and a couple of drinks) later, that we ending up making out during an intense game of truth or dare. The team had cheered, and we were left blushing. Well I was blushing, Leah was left smirking with her arm round me, almost claiming me as hers already. The next morning we went to breakfast together, and the rest was history really.

However I’d recently suffered an injury after a nasty tackle. I was undergoing rehab and wasn’t allowed back on the pitch until cleared, which was taking a frustratingly long time. I was longing desperately to be back on the pitch and with my team again, but instead I had jam packed schedules of rehab, and media content due to my ever so slightly more clear schedule. So I was attending TV interviews and radio shows, talking to journalists and rather just feeling like a performing monkey. With everything going on I hardly had any time for myself, let alone my girlfriend. Most of the times getting back once she was already asleep, only to find her gone before I’d woken up. The rest of the time it was vice versa. Leah and I were ships in the night. I was exhausted and wiped. Leah knew and could tell and her texts were filled with love and concern, and constant reminders to take it easy. Knowing I was pushing myself in rehab so I could get back out there sooner rather then later. I’d get warning messages, and not to subtle glares from across the gym when she’d pass through to give me some water, or just a quick kiss.

I missed her. Her warmth, her laughter, that damned smile. Leah would insist though that she missed me far more, at least that’s what she whispered into my ear when I walked into the kit room before her game earlier today. She wasn’t expecting me. I hadn’t told her in fear that I might get called in for a last minute commitment and I didn’t want to get either of our hopes up. To be honest I was looking forward to the surprise of it all, seeing her blue eyes sparkle, and being able to spend the entire rest of the day and the next with each other besides this game, which was a sure fire victory anyway.

I was going to be watching from the box, and had already stopped by there to drop off the majority of my stuff off before heading down to the changing rooms to see the team before kick off. Most of them I hadn’t seen at all in the time I’ve been off, I missed them a lot, we were this large dysfunctional family. My hands were slightly clammy at the though of being able to spend actual time with my girlfriend again, and by the time I arrived at the door to the changing room I was expecting to almost die of a cardiac arrest my heart was beating so fast.

All of their eyes shot up to the unexpected intruder, but the second of silence was immediately replaced by cheers and jeering from the girls. I smirked as they ran up to say hello, some patting me on the back, others messing up my hair, Katie practically jumped onto me, wrestling me slightly however jumped back when she heard someone clear their throat from across the room. I looked up to meet the eyes of the woman I’d fallen in love with, and whilst they held a sparkle they also held an element of warning for me to be careful, and for Katie to back off and not injure her girlfriend any further then she already was.

Leah had hung back from the multitude of warm wishes and embraces, my eyes were keeping track of her from the minute I walked through the door and I could see her practically buzzing with excitement. It had been so long, forever it felt like, and this was the longest and closest we’d been in a room together whilst awake. I knew why she was hanging behind, wanting me all to herself when she finally reached me.

“Hey” I finally called out to her, grinning even wider if that was possible when it was finally her before. She just huffed in response and pulled me into her arms. Ignore the jokes and jeers from the team around us.

“I missed you” she mumbled into my neck, and I just shut my eye breathing her scent in. She was warm, she was safe, she was home.

“I missed you too baby” I whispered back, squeezing her so tightly, wanting to convey everything that couldn’t be said in front of the audience of our occasional childlike colleagues and comrades.

“Trust me, not as much as I have” she rebutted quietly as she pulled back, the low tone in her voice revealed her true meaning behind the statement. To anyone else it would seem innocent, but knowing the smirk on the blondes lips, I knew better.

I just laughed, pushing her fully of me gently, resulting in the most adorable pout coming from her, I rolled my eyes and placed my hands on her cheeks, using my thumb to flatten the crease forming in her brows.

“I love you baby, and trust me when I say I want you to show me just how much you’ve missed me, but first, you have a game to win” I stated, pushing her towards the door that the rest of the team had just started to walk out of, getting ready to line up.

“For you. A game I’ll win for you” she said throwing me a wink before running out the door.

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This is my first attempt at writing a WOSO fic, so please bare with me haha. This is also my first time posting on Tumblr…having figured the whole thing out yet, but it’s a work in progress.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Better Of Two Evils

Summary: After Damian’s flirty nature comes to life, you’re left to deal with its aftermath with no other than the Demon King and his Human vessel.

Pairings: Bálor x F!Reader x Finn

Warnings: +18, smut, slight heresy, mentions of worship, p in v, oral (f receiving), curse words, slight dom x sub.

A/N: This is my birthday gift for the amazing @theworldofotps , she wanted a sequel to Salome so I hope you like it, babe. I wish you nothing but the best in your new journey and I hope it’s filled with all good things one can have in life! I love you so much, thank you for being my friend, and for being one of the most amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet in my life. You truly deserve the world and I hope you have an amazing day love ya.

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Of Damian’s flirty nature, you were already aware of, not only because of Finn’s endless warnings but also because you’ve witnessed the Puerto Rican man’s charm over women a handful of times now.

Damian flirts with everyone, literally everyone. No matter the age, gender, or ethnicity, he always found a way to captivate whomever he interacted with. And it was no different with you.

“Wow, mami” Damian whistled when you entered through the club’s back door. “You’re gonna give a man a heart attack”.

Your outfit was less than impressive, since it was a low night at the club you decided for a more casual look: a navy blue velvet tracksuit, along with a pair of black All Stars summed up your outfit for the night.

“Always a charmer, huh?” You chuckled, unaware that Finn was approaching you from behind.

“What can I say?” Damian smirked “A beautiful woman has the power to bring out the best in me”

“And your best is to be an ultimate flirt?” You narrowed your eyes playfully

“When it comes to you, yeah” the amused wide grin on Damian’s face was more than enough to make you giggle.

“You’re a menace, sir”

“Sir?” His eyes widened in surprise, not wasting the opportunity to tease you further. “Mami, if you’re gonna start calling me that then we just might have to go upstairs right now” Damian winked at you with a smirk plastered on his lips. “I’ll even rent the VIP room, just for you”.

Now you have to laugh. A little more than you should’ve, but who could blame you? The guy had great timing and impeccable humor.

“Wow, how could I say no to that” Your nonchalant tone left no room for doubt that you took his teasing in an amicable way, similar to two siblings poking fun at each other, you had no intentions of taking this to a more intimate level, and neither did Damian. It was all lighthearted. Everyone knew that, everyone could see that, except them. To them, this suddenly became a pissing contest, a dispute, a challenge. One they never lost and didn’t intend to lose.

“The shipping of new furniture arrived this morning, Priest”. The doubled voice resonated from your lover’s body, the tenor contrasting with the bass as both voices complimented each other with each word. “Go unpack it…now”.

“Isn’t that Dominik’s j-“

“I said NOW!” The bass voice screamed, settling its dominance. Finn’s eyes began to shift colors. One remained blue as the other turned a fierce shade of orange-red.

“Ok, Boss” Damian set his hands up as a sign of submission. “Chill out”.

Before Damian could even blink, Finn stood in front of him. His face got so close to Damian’s that they almost seemed the same height.

“If you ever dare to tell me to ‘chill out’ again, those will be your last words in this pitiful earth before you become hellhound’s breakfast!” The demon left no room for debate. Bálor learned how to tolerate humans after being in Finn’s body for over 40 years, that didn’t mean he liked them or that he wouldn’t kill one for fun. The only human Bálor seemed to truly like was you, but that could easily change if his pride is on the line.

“Bálor, he was just-“

“Silence!” He growled at you, voice bubbling with hatred, “If you dare to speak one word to defend him, little girl, you’ll know a side of me that you’ll wish you’d never met!” His fiery gaze fixed on you as he pointed to Finn’s room. “Go and wait for us there, and don’t make me repeat myself!”.

Reluctantly, you walked up the stairs, mouthing “I’m sorry” to Damian as you reached the top.

If there was a god, you were praying to him now, silently begging him not to let Bálor hurt Damian just because of a lighthearted teasing.

“He doesn’t listen to anyone’s prayers, why would he listen to yours?” Bálor’s voice rumbled in your ear, quickly making you turn around to face him at the foot of the bed.

“Do you think you’re that special, pet?”

Oh, he was mad.

At first, when you met him, Bálor called you “pet”, it was a deprecating term at the time, filled with disdain. But after a while, you became “little girl” when he was in a good mood, “my pet” when he was annoyed with you, and “pet” when he was mad at you.

“Are you God's precious little thing? That’s why you think He’ll hear you, huh?” When only silence answered him, Bálor growled loudly “Answer me!”

“No-“ Your voice was cut off by the sudden pressure of Finn’s hand amplified by Bálor’s strength around your neck.

“Good. Because HE won’t hear you! You belong to a demon and a human, the only god you should ever pray for is ME! I’m the only one who’ll hear you, and when you do pray, make sure to keep your eyes down on the earth where I am, because I’m not up in the sky, pet. Your help won’t come from up there, so stop searching in the clouds!” His hand abruptly left your neck, causing you to give two steps back due to the lack of force around your throat.

“Kneel”

Your brows furrowed at his statement, trying to understand the reason for that order.

“You were praying, weren’t you? Humans usually do that on their knees, no?! So go on, pet, kneel at your god’s feet and pray”.

“Bálor, please, let me-“

“I.said.kneel.and.pray”

Bálor pushed you down on the floor, making your knees hit the black hardwood floor with a thump. A small cry escaped your lips, your watery eyes looked up to stare at him, who had now taken full control of Finn’s body. His thick veins were black, red irises, canines sharp as razors, hair jet black, and nails tainted black at the edge.

You hoped to every sacred being that your next move wouldn’t anger him even more, but you remember when Finn once told you “Bálor is like an ice cube, cover him with some warmth and you’ll watch him melt”.

“Can I please touch you?” You asked with a meek voice, but he didn’t answer. You took this as a silent green light and pressed your palms against his torso.

“I didn’t mean to enrage you, my lord, I’m deeply sorry”. The correct word to use would be ‘upset’ instead of ‘enrage’, but Bálor didn’t deal with feelings and vulnerability well so you knew how to choose your words wisely by now.

“But trust me when I say that there was no ill intention on my part nor from Damian” You felt his abs harden at the mention of the name, the color of Bálor’s eyes began to dance like the most aggressive fire and your hands soon began to travel up and down his stomach, using touch to soothe his raw emotions.

“You’re the only one for me. You and Finn are the only men I’ll ever want, the only men I’ll ever need. I don’t want anyone else” Your hands began to travel down his abs, reaching his v-line that you traced with your nails. “Only you can satisfy me, only you can drive me insane with just a look”.

Your hands now stopped at his black jeans, one hand began massaging his crotch as the other caressed his lower belly - the most sensitive part of Bálor. “Only you can make me ache for you for days on end, only you know how to make me cum in mere seconds, only you can make me so hungry for your touch that I feel like I’m about to lose my mind if I don’t have you”.

“I don’t like when you respond to the flirtation of other men, pet”

“Damian flirts even with the walls, sir. He flirted with you, countless times” You tried to reason, feeling his cock begin to harden underneath the black jeans.

Bálor let out a small huff as you continued “Am I lying though? You know he did, with both you and Finn. And I always laughed at it because I knew there was no ill intention behind it. In the same way, there was none between him and me. You know that” You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on his clothed erection, “You’re the only one for me, my king”.

“On the bed” Bálor lowly hummed, cupping his hard cock with his palm.

You felt someone pushing you onto the bed from behind, panic covered your features until you saw who it was.

“You’re gonna join us?” Your soft smile pressed against the bare skin of his abs. His hands gathered your hair, softly pulling your head down to rest on the mattress.

His hand pulled the zipper of your jacket down, humming in approval at the sight of your bare breast.

“Came prepared I see” Finn grinned, head leaning down to close his warm mouth around your nipple.

“My good little pet” Bálor spoke from your right, the bed dipped as he knelt on the mattress. His hand pressed your cheeks together, causing your lips to open in a partial pout. “Let’s see how much you can handle it” He chuckled, grabbing you by the hair to quickly turn you around to lay on your stomach.

Your vision was blurred, your voice hoarse from so much screaming and cursing. Two became one, same body, same face, different details. One was sweet and sensual, the other was rough and raw. They were the perfect match, both drove you crazy in their way. The sun and the moon, night and day, dark and light, good and evil, residing within the same man, one born in hell, the other, heaven sent. Either way, you loved the duality, loved the experience, and most importantly, loved them.

“Shit, shit, shit” You whispered in a hurry as Bálor rapidly moved behind you, his cock slipped in and out with such ease that made you wonder how long you could take this.

In the meantime, Finn watched you, his hand lazily stroking his cock beside you in bed, admiring every little frown, every gasp, every moan, every plea. Your eyes instantly closed when Bálor hit your sweet spot, but they instantly reopened at the prickling feeling on your cheek.

“I didn’t say you could stop looking at him!” Bálor stated, landing another burning slap against your cheek, “Don’t you dare close those beautiful eyes, my pet”.

Finn smirked, leaning forward, placing his flattened tongue against the burning skin of your cheek. He gave a few kitten licks until the skin lost its vibrant reddish color, “You taste so good”, he licked again, only changing the route of his tongue.

Finn danced the tip of his tongue across your skin, traveling down your belly, stopping right above your mound. Bálor grinned at the sight, pulling your leg to rest on his shoulder.

“Oh my fucking god” You moaned loudly, feeling the tip of Finn’s tongue circling your clit as Bálor’s cock grew harder inside you. “I’m gonna die, I can’t take it”.

“Of course you can, love” Finn’s muffled voice echoed between your legs.

“Not only you can but you will, my precious pet” Bálor snarled in your ear “Because we won’t be done with you until the sun rises”.

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sunburns & dragons (charlie weasley & reader) 2/??

CHAPTER DIRECTORY

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CHAPTER 2: If you thought last night's dinner was terrible, you are proven wrong the very next morning. What could be worse than the return of Charlie Weasley, who lands right back in England, in the middle of a conversation about dating his older brother? (3.9k words)

CHAPTER 2: FASTER WE'RE FALLING

Leaves crunched under your feet as you walked across Diagon Alley. The town was still draped in silence at just a half hour past dawn, and there was a distinct fall chill in the morning air. The chill wasn’t the only thing lingering; you were replaying the scene you’d caused at dinner yesterday. You and your father were at obvious odds this morning when you passed each other in the hallway. When he’d curtly announced he had important business and therefore wouldn’t be at breakfast, you were elated. 

But that was all the reminder that there were only thirteen days to find a lover. A true one or not. 

Not much else was open at this hour except your favourite café, Cauco, which was also known as Cauldron Concoctions. It was most renowned for its brunch but was a beautiful restaurant at all hours of the day. 

So, you walked like a woman on a mission, holding a tray of drinks, trying your very best not to spill it on the cream sweater that you’d layered over an oversized white dress shirt. The faint sun would undoubtedly swelter in a couple of hours, so you had an option to peel off layers. 

“Good morning!” you called as you pushed the door open with your back to Weasley Wizard Wheezes. 

“Good morning!” George called back.

“We’re not open yet,” Fred said, standing by the entrance. “Make like a tree and leave.”

“Ignore him, (Y/N),” George instructed, throwing his towel onto the table. “Seeing your beautiful face always brightens my mornings.”

You couldn’t hide a smile at both the banter and the relief being here brought you. Fred and George had been your best friends since your first year at Hogwarts. In a way, you supposed forgotten misfits always found each other. They taught you how to be yourself and to stop caring about other people’s opinions. Your friendship carried strongly over the years and beyond graduation. They’d seen you through your best and worst, and was your stronghold when you were having trouble with your family.

“What’s this?” Fred asked, eyes falling on the tray you were carrying. 

“Fuel,” you responded.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” Fred complimented, snatching a latte for himself and George. He wafted the sweet scent of pumpkin and made a pleased expression. “But I have a peculiar feeling that drinks mean…. you require something.”

“Not always,” you said. 

Fred rolled his eyes. “Out with it. What kind of trouble did you get yourself into?”

“I said some things I shouldn’t have.”

“Okay?” Fred quirked an eyebrow. “What else is new?”

“Ever since my cousin’s wedding in France in August, marriage is all my mother will talk about,” you confessed. “She’s pressuring me to get married, despite there being multiple steps missing in between. My father is pissed off that I’ve embarrassed him by ditching the sons of his friends at the country club, so he’s strong-armed me into entertaining Goyle for dinner.”

“And you agreed?” Fred asked. 

“Of course not,” you said, irritation creeping in at the thought of rolling over to Lucius’s demands so quickly. “I told him I already had a boyfriend.”

“Which isn’t true,” George said. “Unless something’s changed since last week?”

“I mean, it can be true,” you said. “I just haven’t been able to find anyone to make my statement true.”

“I thought Malfoys had a whole web of connections,” George remarked.

“Malfoys never burn bridges, Malfoys never lose,” you recited. “But I’ve broken so many of these sayings that I may as well renege my last name.”

“Is this a proposal for me to fill in the gap?” Fred asked excitedly, holding a hand over his chest. “I’d be delighted to go out with you. High time you asked.”

You laughed. “You couldn’t keep a straight face if your life depended on it.” In truth, you would’ve loved to take Fred with you. Just his last name would absolutely piss off your parents, namely your father and so much so that Lucius might actually crush the wine glass in his hands. And you had so much built-up anger for his favouritism of Draco over you that it would be fulfilling to see it—the idea of you and Fred Weasley—unravel.

“Do you want to rent someone else instead of taking this clown?” George asked. “We can offer some old friends, maybe some siblings, but be careful with who you choose.”

Siblings. 

You had to laugh at the idea. “You’d offer me a sibling?”

George nodded. “Slim pickings, but yeah, I can pull some strings.”

You sifted through some faces for your own amusement. You knew Ron was happily taken, Percy was never going to say yes, and Charlie was never in England. So, you naturally landed on Bill. Bill was the eldest. The age gap between you and him, a whole eight years, would be enough to make Lucius’s head implode. What could a 31-year old want with his sweet daughter? That would be corruption beyond even his understanding. You hadn’t seen Bill in years, and you were never in school with him. But from quick glimpses of when he’d come home during vacations, you could remember long hair, piercings, and a fang earring that Molly was always trying to tug off at the table. 

Wait—

Why was this actually a good idea?

The prospect of the chaos he could cause at the dinner table made your heart ache happily. 

And like the last pair of heels in your size at Madame Malkin’s, you just had to have Bill Weasley. 

“Well, anyone in mind?” George asked. 

“Bill!” you said confidently.

A moment of silence. 

“(Y/N),” George managed to get out. He was breathing through clenched teeth, trying not to implode with laughter.

“What?” you demanded.

“You’re a fucking homewrecker.”

“What?” you spat.

“Bill is married,” George lectured.

“What?” you trilled.

“Yeah,” Fred added matter-of-factly. “It’s taken mum a while, but she finally came around on their wedding day a year ago.”

“Charlie was blasé about the marriage, he was just happy to be best man,” George said, providing background. “Percy figured that since Fleur was the global liaison for the same company Bill worked at, it was considered a workplace romance and so he professionally advised against it. Almost reported Bill, his own fucking brother, to human resources, but we reckon he was just jealous. Of course, Ronnie was mad because he’s wanted Fleur for himself since his fourth year. And Ginny, well, maybe it was a cultural shock for her, but she hated the idea of Bill and Fleur.”

“And now you want to tear them apart? This only gets better!” Fred rubbed his hands together. Then, a serious look crossed his face. Then, he wagged his finger. “Actually, you should do it. You can get back at her for stealing Davies from you during the Yule Ball.”

“No one told me they were married!” you protested, heat tickling your cheeks. “And I didn’t know he’d married Fleur of all people.”

You remember the uproar that Fleur caused in your sixth year during the Triwizard Tournament. She was this perfect blonde magnet that literally hypnotized every man that walked by to the extent that even you were jealous of her. In a way, she was everything your parents wanted you to be, and you’d never fit that mold. 

“You should stay in town more often, but you were taking your annual Tour de France last year,” Fred said.  “Maybe you could’ve crashed the wedding. Mum would’ve probably preferred you as his wife anyway.”

You made a face at Fred, grossed out by what he was inferring. “I’d only want him for a weekend.”

“Sure, o-okay.” He swung around and resumed unpacking some boxes. “Keep thinking about it, (Y/N).”

With a hmph, you sat down on the couch in the middle of the store. This seat was usually a hotbed for parents, sitting for hours waiting for their children to finish perusing. It was weird being here without the usual bustling crowds doing a last haul before rushing off to Platform 9 ¾. All the kids were back in school, and now it was just the occasional local or group of tourists.

As Fred worked in front of you and George mounted a ladder, you sipped on your latte and drummed your fingers on the leather couch. You were running through other possibilities in your mind like a madwoman. Bill’s occupancy left a hole in your heart despite you never even considering it until George brought it up. Worst case, you could head to a bar tonight and propose the idea to a guy drunk out of his mind. You knew you were amenable to mostly anything when you were three drinks in, hence the lingering scars on your legs from when you were drunkenly running around London after midnight with Fred and George last year. And maybe it was better that way, not knowing who was going to play your boyfriend. 

As you mused, a loud crack rang out in front of you. You barely flinched. You were more than accustomed to random loud noises having been around Fred and George for so long. 

“Charlie!” Fred’s voice rang out. 

You slowly looked up and saw a tall figure towering over you. You assumed that, from Fred’s comment, this was Charlie turned away, standing in front of you, inches from your knees. A worn jean jacket covered his noticeably broad torso. You could see the gleam of a silver necklace circling his neck. Long and wild ringlets of ginger hair grazed his shoulders.

“Hey, long time no see,” Charlie greeted.

“Don’t you know it’s bad manners to apparate directly inside?” Fred mocked. “Charles Weasley, how many times have I told you? You should always apparate outside the house and then knock until your host invites you in!” 

“You’re open, mum’s not here, so what’s the problem?” Charlie said with a shrug. He took a step back. In a split second, you realized what he was doing. 

He was trying to sit. On the couch you were on.

Without recognizing you were right there. Holding a cup of steaming coffee. 

“Hey, watch out!” you warned, but it was too late. 

A crushing weight was quickly falling on your lap. You bent your free arm to brace for Charlie, hoping your forearm would lighten the impact on your legs. He’d always sported more muscles than any of his siblings, and if even Fred was heavy enough to knock the breath out of you, you couldn’t imagine trying to support Charlie. The issue was that your other arm was the one holding the coffee. And as Charlie landed on you, your latte spilled everywhere, staining your freshly-starched blouse and the softest wool sweater you’d owned.

Just as quickly as Charlie had sat down, he got up.

“Whoa!” Charlie exclaimed after realizing there was someone behind him. “I’m sorry,” he said. He turned around to assess the damage he’d done: a hot splotch of coffee on your now brown sweater, dribbling down your thighs to your knees and down your legs. 

“Good thing it wasn’t a white t-shirt,” Fred snickered. “But maybe you would’ve liked that, Charlie.”

Charlie burst out laughing. But when you shot him a look, he quickly bit his tongue. “I’m sorry about spilling it on you, erm—”

“(Y/N),” you finished for him. 

“(Y/N) Malfoy!” He slapped his head, a bright smile resulting from the action, like there was happiness shooting from his palm. “How could I forget you?” Charlie extended a hand to you which you took. The first thing you noticed was how callused and rough his hands were, likely sculpted from his work with dragons and other beasts. The second thing you noticed was that you barely had to do any work; his muscled arm lifted you with ease until you were on your feet. “Mum can fix you up,” he said. He pointed to the left breast of his jean jacket where a button should’ve been. Instead, it was a ripped seam. “A Peruvian Vipertooth got cheeky with me and snatched my button off. Mum’ll have to take a look at repairing it so you may as well come with me.”

“Why are you even here in the first place?” Fred asked. “Did all the dragons escape under your care?” He paused for a second, letting his imagination run wild. “Have you been debarred?”

“I was forced to take my accrued vacation time,” Charlie said. “Amongst other things, but we can talk about it later at home.”

“You should make it up to (Y/N),” George called from the second floor, after leisurely watching the debacle.

“Oh yeah, of course,” Charlie responded. He eyed the now empty cup of coffee on the side table. “Do you want to get another cup of coffee?”

“Smooth,” George sang. “Not even a minute back in England, and already trying to woo a lovely lady to go out with you?”

“You know me,” Charlie admitted, his hands in his pockets. “I don’t like wasted time.” He cocked his head at you. “What do you say, (Y/N)?”

“It doesn’t matter to me,” you said. You had more worrisome things to attend to than a lost coffee.

“I don’t mean just coffee, Charlie,” George corrected, descending the ladder. “Did you hear the rest of the conversation before you sat on (Y/N), or have you stopped eavesdropping?” 

“I’ve only kept the bad habit of apparating in where I shouldn’t,” Charlie said with a wink. You blinked at him, confused.

“Let me fill you in,” Fred offered, stalking over to Charlie’s side. “(Y/N) was asking us about the best way to break up Bill and Fleur’s marriage.”

“What?” Charlie guffawed. “You’re not serious about that, are you?”

“Talk about a loose interpretation of events,” you murmured. You didn’t want to add fuel to Fred’s fire so you kept silent.

George shook his head and explained in your defense. “(Y/N) shot herself in the foot last night and is on a mission to find a boyfriend to take to dinner before she’s forced to marry Goyle.”

“Gross.” Charlie contorted his face. “I only knew his older brother, (Y/N), but if the younger Goyle is anything like him…”

“I’m not marrying him regardless of what happens!” you protested. “We also don’t have to talk about it here.” You looked over at Charlie. You were embarrassed. You hadn’t seen the second eldest brother in years and now all of this drama was unraveling as his welcome home present.

“Whoa,” Charlie said. “Let me take you out for a date first before we meet your parents, (Y/N).”

“That’s not—”

George just hummed. 

“Here, take this,” Charlie said. He quickly shed his jean jacket and handed it over, the chain around his neck dangling as the material swept it. He wore nothing but a white t-shirt underneath.“Cover up the stain before we go to,”—he grabbed the empty white cup and inspected the lettering,—“Cauco? You’ll bankrupt me before our second date, (Y/N).”

“Charlie is more of a Coffee Pot kind of guy,” George said with a snicker. He was referring to a cafe near Knockturn Alley where the price was more palatable than the coffee. 

“Hey, don’t share my finances in front of (Y/N),” Charlie protested. “Come on, (Y/N). Let’s get going.”

“You really don’t have to,” you said, giving Charlie a last chance to escape. 

“I insist,” he tutted.

You sighed in surrender.

As you accepted the jacket, you couldn’t help but notice the faint scars running up his forearms. Some were evidently deep scratches from what you assumed were caused by dragon talons. The rest had to be burn scars. A shudder ran up your spine and you willed yourself to stop thinking about it.

You looped your arms through Charlie’s jacket. You were immediately enveloped in the scent of cinder and ash, like you were transported into a deep grassy forest in the middle of autumn. The frayed hems of the jacket reached midway down your thigh and were sufficient to cover the ugly mess on your sweater. You popped the collar of your dress out, rolled up the sleeves, and followed Charlie’s lead out the door. 

Cauco was brimming with business when you arrived for the second time today. It was situated in a particularly attractive part of town where the higher-end stores stood. The open air terrace spilled onto the cobbled streets. Lavender and wisteria hung from the roof providing beauty and shade. It was full of patrons enjoying a morning coffee, much more of them now than when you’d walked in earlier. As you strode past the glass door that Charlie held open, you realized the inside was no better. Every seat underneath the high ceilings was occupied. Beautiful and fresh pastries, a collection of breads, tarts, and cakes, lined the glass displays. The espresso machine was pristinely polished. You and Charlie passed by a line of people in queue to be seated. 

“I reckon we should just get this to go, yeah?” Charlie said. He tilted his head to the right, trying to see the menu printed behind the counter. 

“You were thinking of sitting down?”

“I haven’t been able to properly relax in hours. Sleeper trains are terrible.” He extended his arms over his head in a stretch. “And I don’t fit too well in the berths.”

‘I can imagine,’ you thought, looking at the taut muscles he was working. As you looked up at Charlie, you realized there was so much you hadn’t noticed about him before. Maybe it was because you’d only known him before your body was flush with hormones. After all, you’d barely spent two grades at Hogwarts with him before he went off to Romania. And he was much too cool and preoccupied with Quidditch to pay attention to you. 

Charlie wasn’t the tallest Weasley child but his broad shoulders and frame more than made up for it. You’d put him right next to Fred and George in terms of height, but he just looked physically more intimidating. As if, if he had to brawl with Fred, you’d place all your bets on Charlie. You’d place the estate on him in any sort of fight. Charlie’s jaw was chiseled, the angles cutting like glass and meeting to form a square chin. A faint dimple unveiled itself when he laughed, which was often. His brow was cocked, eyes angled, and he wore a permanent smirk, as if he was always calculating his next move. When the sun caught him just right, his eyes were the colour of the sea: bright blue blending with a ring of aquamarine in the centre.

Charlie exhaled as he eased the tension in his body. “So, what are you going to do?” His voice was deeper and huskier by nature. You hadn’t heard it in ages and had almost forgotten its distinct quality.

“What about?”

He bit back a laugh. “The Goyle thing.”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “It feels nice to get it out in the open, at least. I might have to chat up a random bloke at the bar.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” Charlie warned, his brows furrowing. “That can be dangerous.” Then he leaned in a little closer, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “You know, you can always ask me.”

“No way,” you deflected with a laugh. You weren’t sure if he was serious. 

“But you were considering Bill?” He placed a hand over his chest. “I’m offended. I’m more fun than him.”

“That was a joke,” you mumbled. “I didn’t know he was married, otherwise I wouldn't have said anything.”

“I didn’t know he was married either,” Charlie admitted.

“What? I thought you were the best man.”

“I was,” Charlie said. “But it all happened so fast. One day, he’s saying he’s met this girl. Next week, he’s in love. Then, he wants to propose, and before I know it, I’m standing at the altar.” Charlie chuckled. “Bill just knows what he wants. There’s no such thing as wasted time with him.”

“But there’s wasted time with you?” you teased.

“Likely, yeah. But let’s rewind, you said there’s dinner involved?”” Charlie wound the topic back to your predicament. “I’m famished, even more so thinking about what dinner is like at the Malfoy manor. How many courses would it be?”

“Seven,” you responded.

His eyes lit up. “I might even pay to go with you.”

Before you could respond, a young woman called you up to the counter. For a fraction of a second, you caught her eyes looking at your oversized jean jacket. And for a fraction of a second, you felt entirely out of place dressed like this in such an upscale establishment. 

Charlie leaned in slightly. “Morning.”

“Good morning,” the young woman responded, red dotting her cheeks. Now, her eyes were locked on Charlie. And you were starting to understand why.

“May I have two lattes, a jambon beurre,” he leaned back and to observe the pastries in the display. “And a pain au chocolat.” Then he turned to you and asked: “Do you want one, too, (Y/N)?” 

“I’m alright,” you said. 

After Charlie paid for the order, you were instructed to wait off to the side so as to not disrupt the dining patrons. You were near the kitchens, so the noise of clattering dishes, clanking cutlery, and chatter was all-consuming. 

Charlie leaned down and whispered, “I reckon my body will eat itself if I don’t feed it enough.” 

As if he needed to justify his order.  Still, you laughed. “I wouldn’t want that to happen. The dragons need you.”

A natural silence landed over you and Charlie, small talk running low, and you began to glance around the restaurant. The host at the front was a man in his fifties. His name was Jacques, a familiar face. He’d been working here for ages, for as long as you could remember. His suit was perfectly pressed, his grey hair perfectly slicked back, and he was standing ready for the next patron. When two men walked in, Jacques recognized them immediately. 

‘As any good host should,’ you thought.

“Good morning, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Lemieux,” Jacques greeted pleasantly. “Your table is ready for six. Please follow me this way.”

“Hey,” Charlie said. He’d obviously been following where your eyes trailed off to. “Isn’t that your dad?” 

As if silenced by a hex, no words came out. Especially not when Lucius slowly turned to his left, his steely eyes immediately recognizing his own daughter. Irritation immediately crossed his face when he processed the ridiculous outfit you were wearing—the oversized and frayed jean jacket which was clearly not yours. His face only got redder when he appraised the man standing beside you. The man who your jacket clearly belonged to.  

A Weasley. 

And you could imagine what putting two-and-two together resulted in: breakfast after a morning romp in the sheets with Charlie Weasley, wrapped in his jacket after he’d shed all your clothes.

“Excuse me for a second,” Lucius said to his business partner, swallowing his anger for appearances. Mr. Lemieux nodded and followed Jacques to the table instead.

Without a word and with just a quick jut of the head in the opposite direction, you knew exactly what your father was commanding. With a gulp, you followed him.

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[janovavalen]

—soft skin ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

aegon Il targaryen × niece!reader

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ short story au

—part one — two — three — coming soon

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ summary: the two of aegon and y/n never got along. never—all until aegon catches the oh so wonderful, sweetheart y/n targaryen at a club.

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ word count! 3257!

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ warnings! drugs (cocaine, alcohol, weed) typical targaryen incest, small obsessive/obsession if you squint, smut, arranged marriage

this fic will NOT follow the story line/plot of HOD! although i made up this au, i do not own house of dragon nor do i own the series, books, and characters! all rights

the next morning things were a little different from the night before. of course, like any other two individuals who go to a bar and end up leaving to have sex in one's house, they’re bound to wake up and feel awkward. especially when the drinks and drugs they took were off in the morning.

y/n woke up with her head turned to the window as the open bed was cold and smooth. groaning with her hand automatically laying atop her head at the pain that throbbed through it.

her face twisting in discomfort she sat up to feel her chest and shoulders be smacked with the coldness of the house. looking down in slight concern and confusion at the coldness she saw her breasts out in the air with no covering.

‘what the fuck…’ covering herself with the silk sheets she looked around at the strange environment to see the a huge window that showed the city down below. marble walls painted dark green that almost look black. the room itself was dark all around as the only light that came through was from the gray sky.

looking around a bit more hopefully to find her clothes or—hell, anything to cover up. she found a button down shirt that wasn’t the one she wore last night but it’ll do.

picking it up and seeing she couldn’t find underwear, y/n’s feet touched the cold feet of the floor below her. the smell of weed and food being clouded into the house itself as she looked around.

the dark long hallway had small pictures on the walls and random expensive things on small tables.

looking at one of them she scoffed at the architecture of a naked woman with huge breasts and the man hugging her legs almost sucking her as she looked down at him.

touching the table that held it, the coldness from it deeply into her fingers she mentally noted—everything in this place is cold.

walking herself down the hall hesitantly with her hand touching the darkened wall she went down the stairs and saw an even bigger downstairs.

the living room with a black clothed couch and dark green carpet under the couch with a glass coffee table that had some empty beer bottles on the top of it. there was a ball table off into the distance with more beers atop it.

once she settled all the way downstairs was where she met the man she fucked last night.

his white hair was lightly tied back into a small ponytail as he wore not shirt but only black sweats.

‘your awake, thought you died along the night’ he scoffed.

‘you’d wish i did…making breakfast, huh?’ she walked over to him and pressed her body against his back as he hummed in agreement to move around the eggs on the plate.

‘never knew you cooked—‘

‘oh i don’t…this is from my mom. i’m just warming it back up. it was in the refrigerator’ he admitted while y/n smiled a little.

‘i could have cooked for you, my mom teaches me some things along with the maids of my house’ y/n let her hand work its way down his back and over the scratches, her scratches.

smiling to herself a bit before moving away with her legs out in the open, welcoming the cold air to swiftly pass her. she let her fingers dance across the white marble table of which was squeaky clean…surprisingly.

walking more over to the large window that looks down on the city below she admired the view. the overlook was beautiful, the clouds however, blocked the sun itself from shining and showing its brightness.

her thoughts causing her to block out the noise around her, she thought of home. and how utterly angry her mother and father would be when she gets back home. especially since at this time they would be checking or even escorting her out of her apartment and back home to their open arms in waiting.

she never complained, never argued, never fussed, kicked or cried when it came to them being over protective. she understood to her mothers extent that’s she means extremely well and wants nothing but the best for her.

but y/n never wanted to be grown up, wrapped in bubble wrap and closed off from the world.

y/n likes to thinks that’s the reasoning to her rebellious ways.

as she looked at the overview of the apartment window, aegon made his way over to him with a new blunt in hand and glass of wine in the other. y/n failed to notice his presence before he let his head place itself between her shoulder and neck, inhaling her scent.

‘i see you’ve taken a liking to the view of the city. seems like you haven’t seen a view like this before, which i would not believe’ he scoffed as she shook her head and crossed her arms. the warmth from his chest that was pressed against her giving her comfort in a way.

‘hm…you’d be right. i have seen views such as this. much better ones actually. your window seems to only capture the darkness and gloom of the city. i promise you there’s much better than this’ she grinned while tilting her head a bit more to the side as he started to kiss down her shoulder.

‘hm, really? then maybe you can promise to take me one day?’

‘me take you?’ y/n scoffed while turning around. swiftly and softly prying the wine cup from his hand.

‘i thought that was supposed to be the other way around, no?’ she tilted her head to the side a bit before taking a small sip of the bitter sweet wine.

‘you need more wine, sweeter—i can get you some if you’ll like’ she teased while walking up the stairs as he got a clear view of her ass.

scoffing and inhaling a bit of his blunt as he felt his pants get a sudden tightening, he reluctantly followed her up the stairs a bit farther than she actually was.

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‘then that would mean i’d have to give you something in return’ he hinted while she sat down on the bed with her legs crossed and the wine in hand, taking another sip.

‘did you just completely forget about your breakfast—‘

‘no i put it away, i was only making it to impress you—if breakfast is what you want let me get you something better than some heated up. how about breakfast later?’

‘later?’ she pressed up an eyebrow with a small smile as he got closer to her, him now being closer to her face as she uncrossed her legs and allowed him to slip his way in between them.

‘mhm, later—‘

‘well then what’s now?’ she looked down at his lips before his eyes, which he noticed and did the same.

he didn’t even have to reply before he greedily pressed his lips against her own which she was quick to follow with, her head being moved up a bit at the forcefulness of which he delivered.

as she kissed back more gingerly she tried to hold her grip on the wine to make sure it didn’t get spilt on the sheets. he noticed that her hand wasn’t touching his body as he would have liked it too which made him quickly turn around to grab it from her hand and place it on the coffee table.

when he went back to her, both of his hands held her face close as he slid himself closer to her between her legs.

groaning into her mouth, she smiled a bit before kissing him more forcefully as he followed her, the two of them in sync.

the next move he did—completely startled y/n. he let go of her face and grabbed onto her legs to have her sitting on his lap. both of her knees pushed against the comforter as he held her hips down his own.

her hands now holding his face, aegon gripped her hips as his breath quickened. she noticed this and decided to moved her hips slowly making him groan into her mouth which she swallowed with her kisses.

‘fuck—‘ aegon grunted as she started to move a bit quicker.

the intensity she was feeling had her get lost in them as she completely stopped kissing him but didn’t move her mouth away. except they were caught in an open mouthed kiss as he kept his slightly lidded eyes on her closed eyes that were focused and lost in pure pleasure.

aegon ached and needed to be plushed and wrapped around her warmth, pulling her body up and off of his hips to redirect her back onto the bed which drew out a frustrated whine as she lost her high—he hurried and pulled down his sweats.

‘don’t you worry, baby. you’ll be pleasured. you’ll cum being wrapped around me. full, and tight’ aegon grunted as she looked into his eyes and nodded her head. her chest quickened up and down with heavy breaths.

pumping himself to prepare as a bit of pre cum started to leak form his aching tip, he closed his eyes before pushing himself into her making her moan out.

‘shit…oh my—‘ she mumbled while he slowly moved in and out to fit himself around her pussy.

her legs wrapped around him just like the night before he quickly went to grip her thigh. his fingerprints making small dents in the soft plush of her skin. this causes him to be in her deeper, his soft tip lightly grazing over her sweet spot making her gasp.

‘keep going—harder’ she encouraged as he gripped his shoulders with a bit of force while he worked his hips to thrust into her own.

the skin to skin contact creating an echo in the room around them, y/n went to moan out as she felt her high peeking its way through only for him to place his lips above her own, making a sloppy kiss.

‘i’m cumming…i’m cumming’ y/n breathed as he got faster with more force—‘cum around my cock’ he told her—to him it was more of a beg, a beg to feel the tightness of which would be wrapped around him.

just as aegon said this she came, her pussy clenching around his cock, making him cum deep inside herself. the both of them cumming as he softly mumbled her name in her lips while she kissed him slowly and in a daze.

the moment was completely soft. warm and slightly wetted bodies pressed against each other as their chests grazed each other with each breath they took from the rise and fall of their lungs. y/n’s still wrapped around his hips that were unmoving, still attached to herself.

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after their shared showers which resolved into round two, the two of them got dressed in different clothes. aegon had clothes from helaena’s previous stays which only made up to her moving out and back with their mom who saw it coming.

y/n at the moment was getting her hair nice and done before seeing her parents which she knew was probably beyond worried sick about her for not being home right now. especially since last night.

y/n was later informed that a bodyguard snitched and exposed that y/n had left last night and never came back home.

jace and luke were blowing up her phone—mostly jace. of how worried they were and how mother was furious—her dad did his thing and tired to keep her calm given the fact she was known for blowing up with anger a lot so this wasn’t his first rodeo.

when she was done with her hair she hurried and rushed her items that were taken out of her purse and back into the bag, hurrying to her phone and putting it into her purse as well.

aegon has just now been getting out of the shower after their moment, he caught a glimpse of her slipping on one of her boots making him hurry and wrap the towel around his waist and rush to her side.

‘where are you going?’

she didn’t reply until her shoe was tied tightly—‘i have to get back home, my parents and brothers are worried…i’ve overstayed my welcome’ she mumbled while slipping on her next shoe.

aegon’s heart was practically racing. he’s very self aware that he’s only met her last night but he’s been trying to deny himself of being slightly enfranchised with her overall behind once her mother and brother told him about her when she was born.

he’s never met her until now and the moments they shared can’t just be overlooked. he’s done this countless times—more than he’d like to admit but for once he actually caught himself being actually interested into a one night stand.

he hoped the affection they shared with each other made it out of the bedroom.

‘no…no you haven’t you can stay for as long as you like—i don’t mind, i really don’t—‘

‘aegon..’ y/n huffed out while moving her white hair behind her ear that had fallen while she was tying her shoe.

moving next to him to where his chest was close to her own and his head looking down a bit to be eye to eye with her. y/n placed a hand onto his wet chest and she passed it lightly.

‘i have to go, and if this is meant to be something more…maybe we’ll meet again…’ she gave a tightly lip smile while looking between his lips and eyes which he noticed but focused on her eyes, her eyebrows frowning sadly a bit as she kissed his lips softly. aegon subconsciously moving in sync with her.

pulling away from him slowly which had him almost chasing her lips to be back on his she stepped back—‘bye’ she mumbled while gripping her purse around her shoulder.

he watched her form walk out of the bedroom in a rush and down the stairs as he stood frozen. unable to follow her, scared to actually see her walk out of the door.

the grip on his towel grew tighter as his heart burned for her. his eyebrows frowned with the distant thought of some imagined reality that she came running back into the room to wrap her arms around him.

seeing it wasn’t true, he knew what he had to do. he had to get her back. he had to get her back into his arms where she could stay, safe and sound.

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back at home y/n gotten one hell of a greeting. the second she stepped foot into the doors of her parents home her mom, rhaenyra ran to her and clasped her hands along her face checking her for any bumps and bruises.

daemon—her dad—did the same hit from a distance, seeing the way she stood a little limped and how y/n would subconsciously lean forward a bit, a bit odd to him since she never faltered in her stance.

‘where were you! i was worried sick! do you know how worried i was?’ her mom yelled as she gripped her face.

‘i’m sorry! i’m really sorry i didn’t mean to leave for so long, i just wanted to go out with a friend and thought i'd be home a little sooner but it got really dark and i didn’t want to be out in the dark since i know how much your warned me about it. i'm really sorry mom, i promise i am’ y/n held her moms hands that were still upon her face with comfort.

rhaenyra looked her in the eyes with sorrow and recurrence as she sighed and gave in the tough motherly act, bringing her daughter in for a tight high immediately.

y/n always loved her mothers hugs. they were the right amount of tightness and warmth that gave her the impression she was being loved by a weighted pillow or blanket. that’s what y/n used to call her mom sometime when she was a baby, her blanket.

daemon was the same, only he gave small, short and sweet hugs. sometimes even shoulder pats or a head pat which he mainly gave to her brothers. he was only really overly affectionate to rhaenyra.

sighing as she let go and gave a small smile to y/n who gave one back, rhaenyra let her go but not before giving her arm one last squeeze to send her on her way.

which y/n openly took and went to her room after daemon gave her a small hug and kiss on the head.

as she walked to her room she couldn’t ignore the fact that jace and luke were following her.

‘stop following me like a bunch of creeps, you could get pepper sprayed for something like that out in the open’ she mumbled as they scoffed and walked to her side.

‘where were you!’

‘you seriously fucked up your chances of living in that apartment anymore’

‘what? seriously?’ y/n sarcastically gasped as she looked at jace and rolled her eyes as he lightly pushed her making her laugh a bit, luke shaking his head with a smirk.

‘there's no way you actually went out and stayed out? where’d you even go?’ luke asked as they approached y/n’s room.

when she opened her door, they were quick to follow and shut the door behind them, ready to fully involve themselves into the juicy story they were about to be told.

y/n smiled to herself at remembering the night and morning she had. body of which made her spend a night that she would most likely remember for the rest of her life.

turning around as she took off her shoes, balancing herself out with holding onto the table that held small decorations.

‘well…i drank’ y/n looked as they let their jaws drop.

‘i danced and sang, i even smoked a little’ she smiled more as they looked at each other as if they were being told the most craziest thing ever.

‘what?!’

‘no way!’ they both replied as she laid down next to them on her bed, the two of them moving to be near her more while she laid on her back and looked at the ceiling.

‘mhm…i even met someone’

this made jace’s jaw open even more if it was humanly possible. jace almost flipped the bed when she told him.

‘what….wait wait—you met a guy?’ he asked lowly.

‘hey, it could’ve been a girl—‘

‘stop joking y/n did you actually?’ he asked. y/n noticed his worrisome eyes and sat up to comfort and ressure.

‘jace it was okay, nothing serious happened anyway…we only talked.’

and fucked—she mentally thought to herself as she laid back down next to luke who played with her stuffed animals.

‘do you even know his name?’ he tested as she shrugged.

‘no, i can’t remember’

its aegon…our cousin.

‘hm…typical. you better hope this type of news doesn’t get out in the open and back to mother. that’ll be the day she really changes on you’ jace warned before walking out of her room. luke took his sign to leave and gave y/n a small smile before leaving himself.

the words of jace giving her reason to really think of what she’s done and the extent of things it could ruin for their family.

[in-a-daddy-state-of-mind]

My Favorite Addiction (Drabble)

Pairing: Javier Peña x gn! reader

Summary: Your only addiction is the sight of Javier Peña in the morning

Word Count: 794 

Warnings: Mention of smut, Mentions of drugs and drug trafficking, I think that’s it but let me know if there is anything else. Just in case MINORS DNI

Notes: Just the idea of waking up next to this man would not leave me so I thought might as well put it down! Very excited to start writing more. This is the first thing I post here so aaaaaa let me know thoughts. 

If you had one addiction it was to the sight of Javier Peña in the morning. You always woke up before him and got to see perhaps the only moments when this man was fully relaxed. He was all golden skin, broad shoulders, and messy curls.

It hadn’t always been like this. The first messy encounters you had with Peña didn’t lead to morning afters where you got to stare at his sleeping figure. The first times were all supposed to be the last. You accidentally went to the same party, you accidentally ended up in the same bar, you accidentally were rooming in the same hotel. All with the same ending of you quickly dressing and leaving Peña, checking every corner to see if no one saw you. No one could see you. Pablo Escobar’s accountant couldn’t be sleeping with a DEA agent.

And yet it became an addiction. The more you tried to resist it the more you found Peña’s arms. No one fucked you like he did. Your second favorite view was the look of concentration mixed with pleasure as you two fucked to the soundtrack of your screams. God, Javier Peña was the best lay you ever had and you were enchanted.

You knew the dangers of it but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret that first night in a dim lit club far away from Escobar’s prying eyes. His soft lips on yours, his hands finding your bare skin, his arousal making itself known against your legs, his soft curls between your fingers. In retrospect, that was when you doomed yourself.

Javi slowly moves shifting to face you and rub the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning.” He whispers in his raspy morning voice.

Another beautiful thing you just couldn’t get enough of.

“You staring at me again, cariño?”

As much as you tried to hide it he knew all your secrets. You still didn’t know why he wanted you to be an informant it felt like he could tell everything he needed to know from you without even asking.

“Guilty.” You whisper back as he makes his way to find your lips.

You kiss him back softly. The morning kisses are always different from the nights. Softness making way from the hunger. Comfort being drawn from the passion. You couldn’t decide what you liked best.

“Do you want to stay? Maybe go grab some breakfast. I’m off of work today.” Peña asks in a tone that sounds almost hopeful.

“I can’t, Javi. They’ll start wondering.”

You hate denying him. You hate having to leave. But after that first time, after you slept with Peña and was quickly escorted after to Pablo for him to explain exactly who you had just shared a bed with, you knew what you were getting into. This was the price for keeping Javier Peña.

“Escobar can fuck off.” Peña mutters protectively wrapping his arms around you.

“You know it’s not that simple.” You utter avoiding looking him in the eye.

Instead you choose to trace the veins in his arm. Trying to distract yourself from what you know comes next.

“Yeah. I know.” Javi utters. “I’m a death sentence.”

“One I signed willingly.” You joke opening a small smile.

He moves his hand to cup your cheek, brushing away a piece of hair that fell on your eyes. You look back up and meet his eyes. His eyes. You loved those eyes.

“I could take you away. I could put you somewhere he wouldn’t find you.” He pleads.

“We talked about this. He would find me. If not, he would kill my family.”

“You’re not even an informant.”

“Yeah, but you are the enemy. I’m supposed to stay away.”

“We could stop seeing each other.” Javi suggests scared you will actually say yes to it. You had in the past but it never stuck before. Nonetheless he fears.

“Sure. We could. But I would give us two weeks before one of us breaks and we are back here again.”

You laugh together with him before he returns to attack your lips.

Somehow enemy didn’t feel like the right title for him anymore. You couldn’t fit those words and the man you grew to know together in your head. You desperately wanted to, but you fell to his charms and you don’t think there’s any going back.

So instead you lay around with him a little longer. You kiss and hold each other until you finally get up and get dressed. Almost like routine you make your way out of his dingy apartment and back to your own. All the way the only thing in your mind continues to be how Javier Peña was the most addictive and dangerous drug you had come upon.

[lowkeyerror]

I think I’m gonna need some more Selina Kyle IMMEDIATELY PLEASE

Maybe a cute Drabble on how you guys met like meet cute but obviously in a way that makes sense with Selina. Like she thinks you just want to be with her for one night and leave but turns out your in it for the long haul and want to actually be in a relationship. And just a lot of cute fluffy interactions and all the pet names 🥰

Every Night

Word count: 651

Notes: pure fluff, lil drabble, not my gif

DC Masterlist

The first time you laid eyes on Selina, you felt as though cupid had shot an arrow directly into your chest. You were at a club, your friends invited you for a night out and refused to let you decline the invitation.

It was sheer luck that the woman had been already looking at you. Nerves hit you hard when she approached you.

The first thing she said was," This doesn't really look like your scene, sweetheart."

" It's not."

" Then how about me and you go somewhere else," she suggested.

Y/n tilts her head as she thinks. Something Selina found extremely adorable.

" I don't know if it's smart for me to go anywhere in Gotham with a hot stranger that I've just met in a club."

Selina chuckles," Pretty and smart, well isn't that a dangerous combo. I'm Selina and I promise I'm as trustworthy as I am attractive."

For some reason, your gut was telling you to leave with this woman. Your senses were fighting hard, but your heart was too curious. So you left with her that night, and it was the best decision you had ever made.

Selina showed you finer things in life, things that you were certain only Gotham elitists had access to. She also showed you the beauty hidden in the slums of the town. That was the duality of Selina.

She was charming and flirtatious. It was impossible for the night to end up anywhere except with you under her.

Part of her expected you to be gone in the morning. Instead, she was pleasantly surprised to find you curled up in her arms, snoring lightly.

She took the time to really get a good look at your features. Selina had an eye for valuable things, and in that moment she was fairly certain that you were the most valuable thing she ever laid her eyes on.

" I'd say something snarky about a staring problem, but I like it when you look at me," your voice had a twinge of morning rasp to it.

" Well, you managed to surprise me. You know, I usually wake up to an empty bed." Selina lightly traced patterns on your arm.

" I find that hard to believe." Your eyes tried to lock on hers, but she's focused on the patterns she's making.

" You'd be surprised."

You took her hand in yours," I'd stay here until you asked me to leave."

Selina let a genuine laugh tumble out of her lips," I was that good, huh?"

Your face heated up at the insinuation," I- you were, but you're a lot more than just good in bed. I find myself wanting to know everything about you."

" Oh really," her eyes finally snapped up to yours, and you find yourself melting.

" Really… Let me make you breakfast?"

It was an innocent question that once again caught Selina off guard.

" Are you going to burn down my kitchen?"

You chuckled gently," No, I'm actually pretty good in the kitchen. I can make anything you want."

" Is there a catch to this?"

You thought for a moment," The catch is that you have to go on a date with me."

Selina kissed the tip of your nose," That all, sweetheart?"

"That's all I want."

Selina pretended to think about it, but her mind was made up the second you asked her. Instead of answering your question directly, she responded with her breakfast order," Ham and cheese omelet, don't short me on the bell peppers or green onions, Y/n."

You pecked her lips before rolling out of the bed," Yes, chef."

Selina sighed blissfully as you left the room. She really liked you, and that was rare for her. She wanted you to know everything about her, even her alter ego. Catwoman would spoil you with all of your heart's desires, she wouldn't be able to help herself.

Anything for her girl.

[revelisms]

Excerpt: What You Needed

After years, Jinx and Vi are reunited—and starting to make amends.

From ‘heron blue,’ an AU where Vi and Jinx reconnect under different terms. Slow, rocky relationship rebuilding, found family messiness, and political schemings. CW: Abandonment issues, dissociation, psychosis, dysfunctional family dynamics Full story on AO3

Her painted fingers clink out a red-capped glass bottle, and hold it stiffly across from her. "You...still like the cherry ones, right?"

Vi takes it from her, slowly, criss-crossed on the blankets across from her. "You bet," she says softly. Her mouth makes a strange twist: not quite a smile. She turns the bottle in her hand. "Still like blueberry?"

Jinx screws off the cap of her own, a glittering spin off the stones. "Uh, yeah—best of the bestest."

The lights hum around them, a pleasant, blitzy static. Jinx draws up her knees, curls her arms around them, and sips. For a long, horrible moment, there's nothing for them to say. Nothing she can get out: the questions stuck in her stomach, in her heart, like lead on her tongue.

Why did you leave me—?

"When...when did you build this?" Vi's looking at the decorations all around them, the paint and the color and glow, with a quiet awe.

Jinx wonders, for a moment, if she means the alcove or the club itself. They'd kept the bones, but rebuilt it all, straight from the ground up. No more smelly storeroom—too many ghosts; all boarded up now. They'd cleaned and sanded and revarnished the floors; painted the rooms, retiled the bathrooms; brought in that beautiful imported glass to bubble around the walls, a new addition to the spaces wholly their own on the third floor, with the same old staff kitchen and storage closets and divots in the walls. 

Jinx shrugs, bobbing her knee. "Oh, I dunno—years ago."

Vi's smiling, now. She looks down at the bottle in her hands: twists off the cap. "I...I missed this, y'know. All your creations."

It lights up something in Jinx's heart, like a little lamp tuned to life. "I—I never stopped, really," she says, a flash of her teeth. "Painted up my room all pretty—oh—I just got this new color in from that big guy in the third district." She props closer, with a brightening grin. "It's, like, the prettiest blue—gonna put it on Whambo. He's gonna be a nail bomb. And I might use it for some details, on Fritz—he's a smoke flare, mostly, but he can double as a firecracker launcher—cool, right? I've been trying to get the combustion ratio right, for ages, but the thing keeps fizzlin' out too early—that old doc's tried to give me equations, but ugh—anyway. Work in progress, Fritz."

And then she's telling her about Jabberwock the ray gun, that she'd engraved with the emblem of a little seahorse—and about the Zing-Dusters she'd built: the respirators they used in the air dispensaries, that she was making a new model of—and the water filtration systems they were going to pilot in the rotted hovels of the Sump, once they got the right treated metals in.

She tells her about Tullo the mechanic, a giant of a man, with hair to his knees and tattoos gaudy as a pirate's, who she gets her imports from. Tullo, who Sevika got in a fight with the other day, after he'd called her arm just for show—and Sevika was a big old ogre, just as awful as ever: she ate blood sausage and grits for breakfast—yeuch!

She's rambling, on and on: the words pouring out of her: a runoff of shaky-laughed, tense-shouldered babbling.

There's so much she doesn't say.

She doesn't tell her about Little Man. She doesn't tell her about the voices in her head, or Mylo or Claggor, or her stuffed rabbit nailed to the wall, or how she spent years and years trying to carve herself in the chasm she'd left behind, not knowing why she wasn't enough, good enough, worth enough to bring her back; or how Silco would find her beating her hands bloody in the old arcade, or how he never laughed, not really, and never, ever cried, except when he talked about Vander, and then he nearly did both; or how, sometimes, when Sevika laid her arm around her, it almost, almost felt like hers—and she does not tell her about how Powder is dead and gone and drowned, drowned in a well, drowned by Jinx's own hands, and Jinx—Jinx is strong, now.

The voices ring through her ears: a pitching, endless drone.

It's too quiet, again.

Jinx swallows, fidgeting. She lifts her eyes from the roof. Vi is just looking at her, looking and frowning, with that burning sort of sadness Jinx hates. She's looking at her, and not saying a word—and for all Jinx doesn't tell her any of that, she is terrified that in some small, terrible way, she knows it, all the same.

"You're quiet," Jinx mumbles. She rips her eyes down, again.

Vi reaches over, wraps her hand beneath her own. "I know—I know. I'm sorry, I'm just..." She huffs out a breath, turning away, staring at the bustle of the streets. "I'm just thinking." She's nervous: her hands heavy and fiddling, so warm over Jinx's own. "It's—it's just..." Vi clears her throat. "It's been so long, I've been—I've been so worried about you."

Jinx scrapes her nail over her thumb. Those words hit something unpleasant inside her—worried about you—plunge a sickly chill in her stomach: a blazing knot of self-disgust, of rage; of sharp, splintered old hurt.

The words trapped in her throat bubble out, before she can stop them. "Why..." They stick like grease on her teeth. "Why did you leave me?"

She knows they cut at her sister. She knows they sting.

Part of her wants them to.

Vi looks down. She weathers her thumb over Jinx's own. "I—I tried to get back to you, I promise." The same as she'd said, before. "I did—but I—"

"You left me." It sounds so pitiful coming out of Jinx's mouth, and she despises herself for it. She yanks her hand out from Vi's own: tucks it under her knee. "I didn't—I didn't understand—"

"I know," Vi hushes. "I know, I—there hasn't been a day I haven't regretted it. Not a single one, from every damned night I was in that cell—but I—I just—" Her shoulders sink. She's looking away, forcing air through her teeth. "I needed time." 

Something blitzes up Jinx's neck: leaves her head twitching.

You're not ready!

She scowls slow at the tiles. "Away from me."

"That's not—"

I told you to stay away!

Jinx scrapes her nails against the stones. "Things changed, when you left." Air shudders against her teeth. She fights the heat broiling in her throat: blinks it quick out of her eyes. "I—I changed," she whispers.

Vi's hands fist between her knees. Something in her turns venomous: like it did in Silco, when someone said something that got under his skin; when he let his words turn harsh and biting, looming over his constituents, a shadow of a monster with red-tipped wings.

"If I'd known you were here," Vi is saying, a low firmness in the words—and Jinx knows where they're going, before she even speaks them; feels her shoulders draw firm as stone. "If I could have—I would have done anything to find you; I would have got you out of here, as soon as I—"

A numbness washes through Jinx's veins.

"Got me out," she repeats.

She feels so far away from herself. Floating. 

She's seeing Little Man, with his hair still short and his arms still gangly: his hand shackled around her wrist, hard enough to crush her, pleading to a girl who didn't exist—Powder, come with me, please—we've found a place in the sewers, away from all of this, where you'll be safe—whatever he's done, I'll make sure he never gets to you, again—

"I don't need you to save me," Jinx bites out. Tension gnaws through her fingers: turns them white-knuckled on her knee. 

Mylo's wrong, Powder. You're stronger than you think.

You're strong, now—just like you were always meant to be. 

She wrenches her head from the words, the memories: Vi's fist colliding with her cheek, Silco's thumb sweeping against it. "I never needed you to save me, I—I needed—"

Because you're a jinx! Mylo was right!

Jinx is perfect.

"Someone else," Vi mutters. Jinx falters, ice in her lungs. Stares wide-eyed at her. Vi is frowning at the green glow beyond them, rasping her thumb against the wrapping over her knuckles. She takes in a hard, gritty breath, and eases it out. "I know," she continues. "I left you, and he—" The look in her eyes turns so strange: bitter, scathing. "He showed up." It's like the words are pulling out her teeth. Her thumb presses hard into her knuckles. "And maybe, that's—that's what you needed."

Jinx tries to swallow. Heat burns and burns in her throat. "You want me to hate him," she tests, prickling with spite. "You don't want me to be here." Flashes of color outside the edges of her vision: eyes and faces and howling words. "You don't like him—you don't like any of them—well, none of you all liked me, either—"

"That's not true—"

Ghosts are picking at her ears and clawing at her arms and too loud.

"—because I—I was just some—some loose screw, screw-up, always screwing things up—shut up!" She wrenches her head into her hands, squeezes it tight, tight between her nails, to keep her skull from splitting open. "Shut up, shut up!"

Vi's looking at her like she's broken, a wind-up toy with all the cogs gone: like something she doesn't know how to fix. Carefully, her bandaged hand lays over her knee. "That's not true, and you know it," she says gravely. The words crack. "We loved you, Powder. Vander, and Mylo, and Claggor—"

"Don't." Jinx seethes it out, feral: wrenches herself away from Vi's burning hand. "Stop." She breathes long, cavernous, heaving. "Stop, don't—I don't want to think about them—I don't want to think about them, I don't—"

Vi closes her eyes, clenches her jaw. "Okay."

"I don't," Jinx hisses again. There's too much color in her eyes, too much noise in her head. 

Vi's holding her. She doesn't remember when she started holding her.

[mysteriousgrl444]

how to romanticize and enjoy school more :) 🎸🌱🌟

for high schoolers and middle schoolers :)

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1. Make yourself breakfast and energizing drink ⭐

For keeping yourself energized and fulfilled for a long day of school is important! So if your not doing this already make sure to make yourself a nice nurturing breakfast and maybe some coffee with!

A tip to romanticize your morning is to take a cute picture of your coffee everyday and post it! Maybe on Tumblr 😏

2. Bring your headphones (or earbuds) to school to jam out to music whenever you're allowed to🎧

I find it really relaxing and comforting to just listen to music I enjoy while just doing some schoolwork. I think listening to a playlist on Spotify while doing something school related has really made me enjoy school way better.

A tip for non-distracting music to listen to while studying or doing schoolwork is Mozart and other classical artists. It's super calming and it doesn't make me lose track of my homework 💗

3. Put more effort into your outfits and makeup 🌺💋

I usually do my makeup and prepare what I wear everyday for school. Wearing cute outfits and beautiful makeup mostly every school day, really helps me feel better throughout the day cause at least I feel cute!

But also I don't recommend to do it EVERY SINGLE SCHOOL DAY because then you will feel more stressed out from your looks then actually just enjoying that you dressed up that day.

I usually get cute every 3 school days in a school week and for the other 2 school days I just wear natural makeup and just a crop top and sweat pants 🌻

4. Engage in class more! 💌

Even if you know you might be wrong or are not sure, engaging in your class makes it way more enjoyable because you're actually doing something and not just observing.

5. Bring a book with you to read ⭐

6. Study in public places or with your friends

7. Bring a journal to write in when you are bored

8. Make a Pinterest board of school motivation!

9. Watch a ep of a tv show that places in high school everyday before school ;)

10. Join clubs and after school activities 🌟

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬ ₊˚.

heyy, I doubt that anyone is ever gonna see this, but I totally forgot about my Tumblr phase in life and I was just going through my old blog posts and drafts and found this!, I haven't really looked through this but I hope to whoever sees this, it reaches towards if they feel any anxious or excited about school coming up!~ have a great day!

sincerely, mysteriousgrl444

[forever-rogue]

honey, honey you’re my favorite drug

AN | You might love worshiping Eddie, but he loves spoiling you just as much! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

Eddie’s Turn

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You’re staring, Munson,” you’d felt your boyfriend’s eyes on you almost the entire time since you’d been watching the Breakfast Club. Well - you’d been watching the movie and Eddie had been watching you. At first you’d thought he would stop but he never did, which amused you endlessly, “what’s wrong, honey boy? See something you like?”

“You already know I do,” his smile was soft as he leaned and pressed a chaste little kiss to your cheek. There were a thousand facets of Eddie, but there was something extra special about him when he was so gentle and tender with you. You turned so you could face him, leaning in to kiss his lips. His hands found your waist as he pulled you into him, the movie playing in the background already long forgotten. In your excitement you almost caused him to fall backwards onto your bed, “easy there, angel.”

“No,” you teased softly, “you can’t kiss me and then expect me to behave. That’s practically torture.”

“Well, I’m going to have to disappoint you,” he turned you over so you were lying underneath him, caged in between his arms. You looked at him with big, wide doe eyes and he felt a whole new rush of affection towards you. He loved you, he did so very much, but you still managed to make him fall more in love, a little bit every day, “I’m going to take my time to make you fall apart, angel.”

“Eddie,” you pouted at him, which only made him laugh affectionately, “you don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he insisted quietly, tilting his head down so he could pepper your face with soft, sweet kisses, “let me take care of you as you should be, my love.”

His big, brown eyes were watching your every expression intently as you offered him a small nod. Eddie was nothing if not a generous lover, always making sure you were taken care of before he even thought about himself. This was just a prime example of that, but who were you to deny him what he wanted? You reached up and put a gentle hand on his face, gently stroking his cheek before nodding, “y-yes…please.”

“There you go, pretty little thing,” he tenderly brushed a few rogue locks of hair out of your face. He brushed his knuckles over your cheek before ghosting the tips of his rough, calloused fingers along on the contours of your face, still managing to keep his touch soft. A small sigh escaped your lips as your eyes fluttered closed, “how are you so fuckin’ beautiful?”

“‘m not, Eds,” you already felt drunk off his touch and he’d barely gotten started, “you are.”

“I am,” he agreed with a cheeky little smile, “but I have nothing on you. My pretty, beautiful girl.”

You pouted at him, silently begging him for another kiss. He leaned down and nudged your nose with his, lips hovering just above yours. He was so close that you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your cheek. You breathed him in and let yourself fall almost drunk off his smell; he smelled of cologne and cigarettes and clean linen. It was all Eddie and all consuming. 

He finally pressed the most gentle of kisses to your mouth before kissing down to your jaw and dragging his lips along your jaw. You could already feel the warmth pooling low in your belly and you weren’t sure how long you were going to last until you desperately needed him. You heard a quiet little giggle in your ear as he nipped at your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine. 

“Your eyes are really pretty,” he sat back so he was perched on your waist, working to keep some of his weight off, despite the fact that you liked him on top of you; he was like your own weighted blanket. He was watching you so intently, his gaze so tender that you almost felt shy. You tried to hide your face in your hands, but he was faster and wrapped his fingers around your wrists and pulled your hands away, “don’t get all shy on me now, angel. You don’t have to hide from me.”

“Eddie,” he was sure that there was no sweeter sound than his name dripping from your lips like sweet, golden honey, “I love you.”

“I love you,” his smile was megawatt, threatening to break his face in half, “you’ve got such bright, big eyes with the prettiest lashes. And your nose, ‘s beautiful too. It suits you perfectly. And your lips; so soft and pouty, they were meant to be kissed, and kissed often and well.”

“Only by you,” you insisted firmly and he nodded in response as he brushed his thumb along your plush bottom lip, “and you’re all mine.”

“I’m all yours, angel,” he confirmed sweetly, “always have been and always will be.”

You hummed in content as you put your hand on his and held it to your face, “you’re like my prince, Eds. Like Aragorn mixed with Legolas.”

“And you’re my dork,” he couldn’t help but blush at your little comparison. He’d fallen in love with you almost upon meeting you, but he’d almost asked you to marry him then and there when he learned that you were also a full fledged nerd like him. You had to be some sort of dream - his dream girl. But now, as he watched you lying under him and giggled, he realized just how real and special you were, “my own little Éowyn.”

“Flatterer,” you grinned at him, “Eds.”

He hummed softly as leaned down to kiss your neck, taking his time to leave love bites all over, soothing them with his tongue. He wanted to make sure everyone knew you were his, and you loved letting everyone know too. His deft fingers moved to the buttons of your blouse and he paused for a moment, looking at you to make sure it was okay to continue. You nodded softly and he carried, undoing each button with attention and detail, pressing a kiss to each bit of soft skin as it became exposed to him. You bit your lip to keep back the soft sounds that were bubbling up, not wanting to show just how quickly you were already coming undone. 

Once he had all the buttons undone, he tapped your hips and you leaned up so he could push your shirt off your shoulders and tossed it to the side. He quickly followed suit with your bra, which you eagerly pushed off and threw into the void. You laid back down and wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close to your body. 

“You’re so soft,” he wished gently as you carded a hand through his soft, wild curls, “how are you so fuckin’ soft? Like a dream.”

He pressed a row of kisses along your shoulders, before repeating the same actions to your collarbones. Eddie reached for one of your hands and laced his fingers through yours, giving you a soft squeeze before he kissed the valley between your breasts. Your back arched ever so slightly into his touch, and you could feel him smile against you. 

“I’m getting there, eager thing,” his words held no malice as you playfully huffed. He turned his attention to your breasts, using his mouth on the one and his free hand on the other. One of the many wonderful things about Eddie was that even though most people would consider this moment innately sexual, he managed to make it feel so special and intimate. 

He planted wet, gentle kisses all over your soft, supple skin, drawing soft whimpers from you. Eddie knew exactly how to touch you, what you liked, and how to draw out all those pretty, harmonious sounds you made. He looked up at you as he released your nipple from his mouth, spying the blissed out look on your face as your eyes fluttered closed. It was a sight to behold and more precious and beautiful than any art he’d seen. 

“Open your eyes,” he whispered softly as you exhaled shakily before granting his request. You found him smiling softly at you, his brown eyes twinkling and soft as he looked at you, “your skin is so soft and sweet, always knew you were an actual angel.”

“Eds,” you tugged on the collar of his well loved and worn hellfire shirt, desperate to have him back at your lips. He wasted no time in obliging you, working his way back up your body, playfully smacking loud, wet kisses all over your torso. You were giggling like crazy by the time he reached your lips, “hi.”

“Hi,” he replied playfully as he nipped at your chin, “you know what else you are?”

“A clown?” you joked as he dramatically scoffed before putting a finger to your lips in an attempt to silence you. You pressed a kiss to his finger and his expression softened, “tell me.”

“You are so smart, kind, funny, giving, and caring,” he held up his fingers as he counted off his list and you were ready to tackle him and hold him as tightly as possible, “do you want me to keep going? ‘Cause I can keep going on and we'll be here forever.”

“Stuck with you forever?” you asked as he nodded, “that doesn’t sound too bad. I was kind of hoping that would happen anyway.”

“Duh,” he teased, reaching for your hands and letting his much larger ones easily dwarf them. He brought them to his lips and pressed kisses to your knuckles as you stared at him in wonder. Eddie caught your eyes and tilted his head to the side, looking at you like a puppy, “what, angel?”

“Nothin’,” you promised, “just really love you is all.”

“I really really love you,” if you weren’t already a soft, pilant mess under him you would surely have melted into a puddle. He shimmed down your body so he was looking up at you from between your legs. His hands were running up and down your jean covered legs, making you giggle from the ticklish sensation. You were wiggling in his grasp, which caused him to pin down your hips, “always so sensitive, baby. Want me to stop?”

“No!” you almost shouted at him and he made an amused sound in response. Your cheeks warmed up under his amused gaze but you only offered him a sheepish smile, “keep going please.”

“As you wish,” he popped the button of your jeans and undid the zipper, tapping your hip so you’d lift them slightly. He slid them down your legs and tossed them into the pile along with your shirt and bra. He dragged the tips of his fingers along with your skin, causing goosebumps to well up. He wrapped a hand around your ankle and lifted your leg up so he could press light kisses to your calf. The way he treated you was nothing short of pure reverence and adoration; he really did treat you like you were the most precious thing in the world. To him - you were. 

He repeated the action to your other calf, before lying between your legs and resting his head on your tummy. You had so much affection for this man that it seemed unreal sometimes. You reached down and carded a hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, which caused him to preen into your touch, “pretty boy. My pretty boy.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed in agreement. He stopped your hand for a moment and played with your fingers, “I know that face…what’re you thinking, angel?”

“Can I ask you for  something?”

“Anything.”

“Will you make love to me, Eddie?” your question was almost whispered, but he heard it loud and clear and his eyes lit up.

“Yes,” he whispered back with just as much tenderness, “always. I love you, my wonderful girl.”

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

[thelittleboyfromloveactually]

The stewardess

Pt. 3

Chris Evans x reader

Prompt: you and collin go to a club for your night off, Chris isn’t happy.

Word count: 1931

Warnings: alcohol? Cussing???? Horrible writing

Authors note: omg guys! Thank you so much for the support on this series! I’m so glad you are all loving it as much as I am!

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

Not mine!

Even after working on the yacht for quite a while I would never get used to getting up early. That morning my stupid alarm woke me up. I sighed, i just wanted to sleep in. I grabbed my clothes and walked slowly into the kitchen. Collin was already up and was making breakfast.

“Morning” he said

I groaned “this isn’t fucking morning, i should be sleeping”

“You’ve worked here for so long and you still aren’t used to the wake up time?” He asked in disbelief

“Yup, never been a morning person” you shrugged while you made yourself a cup of coffee

He cleared his throat “you hair looks nice” he said. Wtf.

I laughed “collin it’s far too early for jokes”

“I’m not joking, it looks nice” he said genuinely

“Ok sure” i nodded still not believing him “alright gotta get to work” i raised my eyebrows and walked out. No one was up yet. It was so peaceful in the mornings. That was one nice thing. I finished setting the table and stepped back to admire my work.

“Goooooood morning!” It was RDJ

I turned around and smiled “morning! I hope you slept alright”

“Fantastic the waves always sooth me” he says down on the couch “may I have a cup of caffeine please” he batted his eyelashes.

I giggled “of course, I’ll be right back” I began to walk backwards and just as I was turning around I rammed into a wall.

“Woah there” or not a wall, it was Chris

“Oh my god im so sorry!” I apologized

“Hey hey, you’re good, beautiful morning isn’t it?” He asked

“Uh yes, yes it’s beautiful” he stared into my eyes “uh would you like a coffee? I am getting one for Downey”

“Yes please!” He said

Just as I was leaving Anthony came down I heard him say “where’s she goin?” “Coffee” said Chris

“Hey wait! I’ll take one too!” He yelled

I have a thumbs up without even turning back.

I came back with 3 coffees and handed them to each of the boys. Receiving a thank you from each one.

“Y/N will you round up the rest of the staff I have an announcement?” RDJ said

“Yes of course sir” I nodded and went off to collect the small rest of the staff

I found grabbed collin, and the maid, all the others hadn’t come with us to Monte Carlo. I brought them out into the living room

“Ahhh here they are” RDJ said and stood up clapping his hands together “according to our fellow captain we will arrive in Monte Carlo tonight! I am feeling kind today and I’m also craving Chinese takeout so I’ve decided to give you all the night off! He said cheerfully

“Oh that’s so kind, thank you!” I said

“Yeah thank you sir” said collin

“Of course! You all deserve some fun! Work hard, play hard!” He announced

We served breakfast and then cleaned up while the boys went to their rooms and did whatever they did behind those locked doors. We tidied up the whole boat so the work for tonight would be minimal. They came out for lunch. Chris updated me on the book he was reading. And RDJ gave me and collin our paycheck so we would have cash for tonight.

The night came quickly, and with it our arrival to Monte Carlo. It was a gorgeous city especially at sunset. I finished everything up and then went to my room to get dressed. I picked out my black dress that was detailed with rhinestones on the straps and the neck line. It was short and tight but complemented my figure. I grabbed my glittery bag and did all my hair and makeup. The sun had completely set by the time me and collin were ready to go.

You met collin at the door to the dock and headed on your way. Before you could even get out the door someone was calling your name.

“Hey wait one sec! Y/N wait!” It was Chris

I turned to face Him and smiled

“Where are you headed?” He asked

“To this club, it’s super awesome” I told him

“Oh…a club huh? That sounds fun! Just you know? Be careful” he said swallowing hard

“Yes yes of course” I smiled and turned to leave

Me and collin walked to the club together

The night was nice. The lamps lit up the streets, the breeze blew through my hair as me and collin walked arms linked to the club RDJ had recommended. I was leaning into him for warmth. We arrived at the club shortly, the building was practically throbbing. We walked in and my senses were automatically heightened. The noise of people trying to yell over the music that was at the highest possible volume. The smell of cigarette smoke, sweaty bodies and alcohol. I even caught a wiff of perfume as a girl walked by me. The lights flashing, the people jumping. Tonight was gonna be a shit ton of fun.

“Come on!” I yelled to collin, my voice being drowned out by the music. We walked over to the bar and ordered a round of shots. This is the only atmosphere me and collin really got along in. The bar tender brought the shots over along with a piece of paper with numbers on it. I looked at it curiously. Collin laughed

“It’s his number” he yelled

“Ohhhhh, welp” I grabbed the shots, handing one to collin. I rised my tiny glass “tooooo….” I couldn’t think of something

“To the mid looking bar tender who thinks he can pull you!” Yelled collin. We clicked out glasses together and drank the shots. We placed them aggressively back on the table.

“Another round please!” I yelled

After what seemed like only five minutes, me and collin were stumbling over our feet and slurring our words. It was almost 3 am and we still technically had work tomorrow. Right now though, we danced on the crowed floor to songs of all languages.

Another hour went by in less than a second. People started to clear out only the young locals remained. I walked over to the bar and plopped down on one of the stools, almost falling off.

“You know, I think we should head back” said collin sitting next to be. I could barely understand a word he was saying. Not only were his worlds slurred together into one but he was talking way to quietly and I was also DrUnK.

“Mmmmmmmmm yup” I nodded my head “probableee”

We stumbled out of the club giggling. The walk hom seemed to take forever and I’m actually suprised we didn’t get lost.

By the time we were walking up the dock my phone told me it was 4:45am. One fun day it would be tomorrow. The lights were still on.

I tripped as we walked in. Collin caught me and I began to laugh. Then I saw Chris stand up from the couch.

“Oh hello Mr chris!” I said

“Y/N” he walked over to me and collin “I got it from here man” he tried to take me out of collins arms

“No it’s fine I got her” said collin pulling me in tighter

“Here give her to me” Chris said more sternly

“No i said it’s fine” said collin

“Hey! Listen just take your fucking hands off of her” Chris had begun to raise his voice

“Ugh stawp it gooys” I Squirmed, trying to get out of collins arms. Because collin was kinda drunk he dropped me, and I fell to the ground. “Can you guys shush? I’m trying to sleep” I said and layed down on the floor and closed my eyes as if I was going to sleep.

I heard Chris sigh. Then I felt a pair of strong arms around me.

“Fuck you man! Just because your some celebrity dick doesn’t mean you get to play with her fucking feelings! She doesn’t like you, you know?! Don’t even think about doing anything to her!” Yelled collin

“Listen kid, let’s talk about this later, I don't have time for your bullshit.” Said Chris

“Fuck you!” Collin screamed as Chris carried me off

We walked up the stairs. Wait what? Up the stairs? My room was under the deck. I then felt him place me gently on a bed. A bed that was much softer than mine. He pulled the blanket over me. I felt the weight shift. The other side of the bed dipped down. He got under the covers. He rustled under a little and then was still. That’s when I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up. My head felt as if it would explode any second and the brightness of the sun shining through the window did not help whatsoever. I tried my best to remember what had happened last night. All I knew was that I wasn’t in my bed. Who’s it was? I had no idea.

I groaned and got up. Next to the bed was a tall glass of water with some pills next to it. I quickly gulped them down. I stood up, head rush. I paused and let it pass before walking out and down the stairs into the main living area.

The table was set for one. I saw Chris leaning on the railing and looking out at the harbour. I walked out and stood next to him. He turned to me

“Oh you’re up!” His eyes seemed to light up when he saw me

“Yup” I could barely see a thing “I think I’m going blind”

Chris laughed and pulled off his aviators. He placed them on my face, “better?”

I nodded

“Hey Y/N” it was colin “you’re awake! I made you breakfast” he tilted his head towards the table. A beautiful stack of pancakes sat on the once empty place.

“Oh thank you so much!” I hugged him and I heard Chris scoff

I walked over and sat down. Chris pulled out the chair next to me and sat down. He smiled at me. Man he has a nice smile.

“Can i get a some sunny side up eggs too please” Chris said to collin

“You already had fruit and avocado toast” said collin rolling his eyes

“I need my protein” said Chris. Collin sighed and walked off “thanks bud!” Said Chris

I giggled

“Did you sleep well?” Chris asked leaning onto his elbows

“Uh yeah yeah I did”

“My bed is pretty soft huh?” Fuck “RDJ was saying the sheets are like Egyptian cotton or smth like that” of course it was his fucking bed

“Wait um nothing like…nothing happened right?”

“I don’t think I know what you mean” said Chris, the smirk on his face only grew

“You know?”

“No i don’t I think you are gonna need to be more specific”

Jesus “ok fine, did we have sex?” I asked

“No. No we didn’t, see that wasn’t that hard.” He was smiling. So impressed with himself. A few minutes later collin came in with a plate of scrambled eggs

“I asked for sunny side up”

“You get what you get and you don’t get upset, bud” collin said and walked off.

“Later we should go for a swim, it will help with the hangover” said Chris taking a bike of his eggs

“Sounds good!” I nodded and continued to eat my pancakes. I couldn’t get the idea out of my head now. Having sex with Chris. God, I needed to stop.

Pt. 4

[obriengf]

CONGRATS FOR 500 FOLLOWERS JEMMA!!! and for the prompt can you do “dance with me?” with stiles stilinski??? thank you <3

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"DANCE WITH ME?"

Your front teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you watched Stiles' nervous expression, his eyes wide and filled with anticipation for your answer. You'd been at the Winter Formal for just over half an hour now and you'd be lying if you said that you weren't sitting there, waiting for your date to build the courage to ask you to dance. He would shake his leg in nervousness, partially fuelled by his regular spurts of adrenaline, as you smiled gently at your friends moving in sync with their respective partners.

Large caramel eyes noticed how your lips quirked in wonder, a yearning expression settling over your eyes and parted lips. His heart jumped; guilt and admiration mixing into a strange concoction that forced the boy to now stand before you, his hand extended to accompany the utter sweet determination etching over his delicate features. You were smiling, wide.

"I thought you'd never ask". You replied, your eyes drawn to his warm pair as if by a magnetized force. They held a light, the same spark that dragged up and down your body when he picked you up, the same spark that ignited when he held your hand and whispered that you looked beautiful when he noticed how the mood lighting captured you perfectly. His anxiety was obvious, but you found flattery in knowing that it was because of you.

You were guided toward the centre of the gym, Stiles' hands splaying high on your waist. He didn't know how to act around you - the first girl he really liked, the one who actually accepted his invitation to be his date. Stiles believed you were well beyond his league but found peace when he saw that you looked to him with just as much adoration. He cleared his throat when the sudden feeling of your fingers brought him back to reality, your hands clasping around his own before dragging them a little further down your sides.

A deep red blush flooded his cheeks, even more noticeable under the purple-toned lights adorning the ceiling. You chuckled before dropping your forehead to his shoulder, "You can touch me, you know? No need to be conservative, Stilinski, I won't bite."

The way you pressed against him made Stiles' shoulders finally slump, contentedness coursing through his veins bringing a moment of peace to the boy. You hardly did anything, but he could already feel the effects of his ADD slip away. His cheek leaned against the top of your head before subconsciously nuzzling in closer, his confidence growing when your arms snaked around his neck, fingers dragging through the ends of his hair.

You were both swaying to the slow tunes echoing around you, Stiles managing to wrap his arms now behind your back until you were completely wrapped in his embrace. He sighed out softly through his nose, head dropping further down until his breath was fanning over your ear, "I was nervous to dance with you, that's why it took me a while to ask." He admitted, his eyes chasing yours as you slightly pulled away, curiosity now perking at your eyebrow, "I can't dance, you know, I didn't want you to have a bad night."

"I'm having a great night." You retorted quickly, daring to push back a strand of fallen gelled hair, eyes squinting softly at the feeling of your fiery touch dancing across his forehead. "And if it's any consolation, I can't dance either. This is as good as I can get. I just really wanted to be out here with you, in all honesty."

A wide toothy grin gathered between his cheeks; the animated side of Stiles, which you so often see, now coming to the surface. You could tell that he wanted to fist pump the air, reels of 'The Breakfast Club' coming to mind, but he settled for an enthusiastic head nod and excited gleam in the brown swirl of his gaze. The girl he liked actually liked him back. You both continued to sway, even through the now loud and fast-paced change of music scene, the other students fading into the background as you focused on the strange yet wonderful boy standing in front of you. He ducked to your ear one more time, "Thank you for dancing with me."

You smiled, "Thank you for asking."

[dragonmuse]

A Short History of my Blorbos,

There's a theme here, but I will allow you draw your own conclusions.

Ioluas from Young Hercules. A thief trying to reform while working alongside Hercules at a school for heroes. Dean O'Gorman my beloved, who makes this list twice. Basically figured out how to access fanfiction on AOL because of this man.

Julian Bashir from Deep Space 9. Awkward, arrogant, naive until the show breaks him down into component parts and he emerges a jaded, clear-eyed spy, who still fiercely sticks to his ideals. Just re-watched most of the series 10/10 still my man.

John Bender from Breakfast Club. Just a fucking menace. Angry. Horrible. A bleeding wound. Love 'em. The worst, obviously, but also the best because he is stuck in my bones.

Loki from MCU. I don't have to explain this one, I imagine.

Fili, from The Hobbit. The movies were very bad, but Fili, the doomed prince, had my whole heart. Dean O'Gorman strikes again because honestly they gave him the character depth of a mostly evaporated pond.

Dean Winchester. Crown Prince of Blorbos. Toxic masculinity on the outside, broken caretaker on the inside. What a mess, what a beautiful awful mess.

Brienne of Tarth from Game of Thrones. Love of my life, light of my heart. Probably the most straightforwardly heroic character on the list. My only female blorbo, which shames me, but my god if you only have one....

Hardison from Leverage! He's so fucking clever and loving and funny, god I love him.

My only recent book blorbo (but love him on the show too) Kaz Brekker. He's both a raging asshole AND has a found family that he loves silently. Catnip.

And naturally just like...every single person on OFMD. I cannot choose, don't make me.

[whodofthought]

Your Touch

Summary: You were Alcina’s weakness. She could never hold herself back when it came to you, and you’re not complaining but there’s someone else who also demands your lovers attention.

Pairing: Lady Dimitrescu x Fem Reader

Warnings: S M U T 😌 and marijuana 🍃

Part Two

Your lover had been giving you the look all day. Since the moment you entered the kitchen in your new dress she couldn’t take her eyes off you. The dress wasn’t really new just one of the few dresses you actually had from home before you had decided to move to that god forsaken village. You had never worn it before because most modern things you have Alcina detest but when you had found the black dress it was a happy reminder of times before you left America. The dress was tight it hugged every curve of your body. The sides of the dress were merely just ties from a string leaving a lot of your skin exposed. You could see your dragon tattoo that wrapped around your right hip through the side not leaving much to the imagination. You had added to the look by wearing your hair down, your long dreads retwisted and beautifully decorated with silver jewelry, your lashes and make up done flawlessly. Your matching diamond necklace and bracelet adding a bit of bling but nothing outshone your huge diamond rock on your ring finger. Your wedding ring would never stop taking your breath away. You paired the outfit with heels that laced up your legs as well. You had done your nails last week so it just all went together. You looked good, this was your clubbing outfit back home and you couldn’t wait to show Alcina. When you had entered the dining hall with your phone in hand. Alcina had greeted you without even looking up from her paper.

“Good Morning Draga Mea.”

Alcina’s nose took a long sniff of the air.

“You smell Devine…”

Alcina’s sentence cut short as she looked up at you. You were serving in every form of the word but you played innocent as you continued towards the table. Your three daughter had even turned to you mouthes wide open in shock. You smiled at everyone shining your pearly whites as you crossed behind Alcina towards your chair beside her.

“Good Morning Everyone.”

Your voice was soft and happy as you took a seat. Leaning back in your chair you crossed your legs as you gave your family your full attention.

“How was everyone’s night?”

You asked knowing the girls rarely slept.

“G-good (Y/N).”

Bela stuttered as she took in your outfit once again. You nodded looking at the other two for an answer. Cassandra and Daniela just nodded in agreement. You hummed as you looked towards your lover who had yet to take her hungry eyes off you.

“How about you dear, sleep well?”

Alcina always stayed in bed with you throughout the night wether or not she slept you don’t know but she always says laying with you helps her feel rested regardless. Alcina didn’t respond as her eyes locked onto your side. Traveling up and down she realized there was no straps breaking the sight of skin. You were naked under this dress and she knows it. After a rather silent breakfast you smiled at your family before excusing yourself. You started making your way towards the indoor garden Alcina gave to you. You weren’t far into your walk when you heard the familiar click of your lovers heels.

“(Y/N).”

She called out and you paused turning your head to meet the golden eyes.

“Yes my love?”

You responded shining your smile at her. You were putting on all the moves for today. You loved seeing Alcina look at you this way. Her eyes were possessive as she bent down towards you. You met her with a kiss before she leaned towards your neck.

“You make me loose control of myself.”

You hummed with a smile having heard this many times. Alcina had made it clear when it came to you, the world itself couldn’t stand in her way.

“Yes, my love, I know. You make me loose control to.”

You rubbed your hand against her cheek admiring your wedding ring on your finger and your lovers beautiful face.

“I sometimes still think this is all a dream. Your love is to perfect.”

Alcina’s small laugh brought warmth to your heart.

“No my sweet this is not a dream, this is real and you are mine.”

You smiled and kissed her cheek before backing away causing her to raise her eyebrow.

“Now that much we can agree on.”

You said with a smile before turning back towards the direction you were head.

“I’m on my way to the garden. Do you want to come?”

Alcina scrunched her nose and shook her head.

“I don’t like the smell of those plants. They smell way better once you’ve dried them out.”

You hummed and nodded you didn’t know how the smell was for her with her heightened senses but you didn’t protest.

“Well then farewell my love.”

You said as you continued your walk. No matter how much Alcina wanted you, she knew your plants were on a strict schedule you had to maintain. You had honestly been surprised when Alcina said yes to letting you grow your own plants but you guess since you usually get horny while your high on the strains you liked to grow she doesn’t much complain. You had your medical card because of your long term depression and Alcina never once judged you. You walked in and got your water mixture ready while you talked to your girls about how good they were growing. You pruned and took care of them making sure all your lights and temperatures were good. You then made your way to one of the side rooms your had built in and burped your previous harvest which was starting to smell phenomenal. Once you were done for the day you told your girls you’d probably be back to check on them once more before heading out. You went up to the top of the east tower up to your smoking room. You spent a lot of your time up here. You had made it into a relaxing mini library where you could sit and read and not be bothered. Sometimes Alcina would join you up here and smoke on her pipe as well. You went up today with no intentions of reading. You wanted your wife’s attention today and you were gonna have it. Two blunts later you were up and ready for some midday action. You didn’t even bother searching for your wife knowing when you called out she’d come to you so you went straight to your bedroom and climbed into your seat by the fire. You picked up the book you were reading the day before to seem like you were atleast doing something else besides getting slick between your legs for your lover.

“Babe.”

You called out. The term of endearment was not her favorite yet she never complained when you addressed her by it. Before long you heard the familiar click of her heels coming down the hallway.

“I’m in here baby.”

You heard the click of the door being opened looking up as your wife bended through the door way. You admired her as she straightened back out to her full height.

“Yes inima mea.”

Your heart fluttered, you loved when she spoke in Romanian.

“I missed you baby.”

You say with an overly happy smile opening your arms indicating you want a hug. Alcina giggled and smiled at you before crossing the room her long legs had her by your side in a few steps before she bent down towards you. Alcina took a deep breath in as you wrapped your arms around her neck.

“Mmmmh hello wife.”

You shifted your position to better hold your lover and Alcina’s eyes dilated. The smirk that crossed her face as she looked at you again caused you to bust out in laughter.

“What is it baby?”

Alcina ran a finger up your thigh which cause goosebumps to rise on your body.

“I’ve wanted you all day.”

It was all you need to hear you crashed your lips against hers in a deep passionate kiss. Alcina easily scooped you up and walked you to the bed before placing you back down. Once she pulled back you quickly got to work unstrapping your heels and letting them slide off before unzipping your dress and wiggling out of it. Alcina was right, you were naked. You started to tie your hair up as you looked up at your lover her now bare skin and loose curls fell over her shoulders.

God she is fine.

You thought to yourself as you finish lazily tying your dreads up so they’d be out the way. You climbed back in bed eyeing the strap around her waist before laying back in the position she had you in. Alcina rubbed her fingers along your dragon tattoo as she looked at you.

“A shame you couldn’t see your other tattoo from your dress.”

You bit your lip in anticipation as you mentally made a note to get a dress that showed off your back. Alcina bent down putting her body up against yours careful not to crush you. You put your hands on her shoulders rubbing them down her back then using your nails scratching them back up. Alcina let out a deep moan, you knew she loved when you had your nails done. You placed your hand on the back of her neck bringing her down for and kiss and kiss you she did. Alcina was a drug, one that was way way to good. If she wanted you she knew exactly how to get you to beg for it. Even just this kiss. You kiss her all the time, but this kiss she is letting all her want for you to come out in one kiss and you can’t help but moan into it. You feel a burst of moisture between your legs as you grind your body into hers trying to get her impossibly closer. You run your nails up her back again a bit harder this time and she lets out a loud moan into your mouth. She pulls back from the kiss causing you to whimper.

“Fuck (Y/N).”

The word made you shiver and grind into her harder.

“How do you expect me to take it slow when you do things like that.”

You knew Alcina was trying to be loving she wanted to show you her emotions, but you needed her and you needed her right now. You pulled her back down and put your lips to her ear.

“I need you to fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked. I am so horny for you mommy, I need you.”

Alcina’s eyes went black, the pure predator in her coming out. She grabbed your arms from around her neck before flipped you onto your stomach with your ass in the air. This was her favorite position, the big tattoo on your lower back that read her name surrounded by blood red roses was her favorite thing to see. You were hers, her name permanently etched in your skin, your ring shining on your finger it fed her possessive heart. The moment you’d said you would of been willing to get her name tattooed if the opportunity showed itself she had called in the tattoo artist you said you liked all the time. Alcina was there for the whole tattoo glaring at the guy wishing he would go any higher or lower on your body just so she could strangle him. Alcina had surprised you by also getting your name tattooed on the inside of her left arm. No one would ever see the tattoo besides you but you didn’t mind every night when she draped her arm over you and pulled you close the tattoo was there for you to see. (Y/N) in blue surrounded black roses. Alcina put her hands on your hips as she lined herself up. You were soaking as you gripped the sheets with your hands. Your lover plunged into you cause you to moan loudly. You heard her mutter under her breath as she tried to hold herself together. She pulled out to the tip before slapping into you again and getting into a rhythm. The noises coming from you are downright dirty, your uncontrollable moans to the loud slick, wet sound coming from down below. Alcina’s thighs were getting soaked with your juices as you rocked back into her strokes. She was grunting ontop of you, thrusting into you hard. The bed was rocking and hitting the wall anyone near this hallway would know exactly what was happening in here but you didn’t care. This was for you and only you, no one could make you feel how Alcina made you feel and you feel sorry for all your previous partners.

“This pussy is all mine.”

You heard her growl and you couldn’t help but moan another wave of hot liquid running from your center. Taking that almost as permission Alcina’s pace picks up as she starts fucking you harder and faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You let out. You want to touch Alcina you want to hold her close but you know with the state she’s in you aren’t changing positions. You rock back against her thrust harder as well getting her impossibly deep. You felt a familiar tension building as you stop meeting her thrust. You put your hand back against her stomach to get her to stop but she just grabs your hand and holds it against your back.

“Don’t try and run from it now.”

You whimper as she pounds harder into you.

I’m gonna…

You don’t even get to finish your thought as she bends pounding into you again hitting the perfect spot. You squirt around the strap as she continues to pound you at an angle. Alcina let’s out a strong huff as your liquids come out. The sounds coming from your bottom are you now embarrassing, sounding more like she’s pounding into water your noises are echoing off the walls. You close your eyes stomach tying into familiar knots as she continues.

“Baby.”

You let out, it’s somewhere between a whimper and a moan but she hears your nonetheless.

“I’m about to cum.”

Alcina bends holding you by your hips and curling her top half down. She runs her fangs across your neck them having extended probably do to her extreme arousal.

“Don’t you dare.”

Alcina’s voice is deep and scratchy which turns you on even more. She immediately starts slamming you. Going faster and harder than before you do everything you can to hold back your orgasm, basically screaming at this point your moans are loud as she pounds you. Running one hand up your side she trails up your arm interlocking your fingers.

“You better not cum totul pentru mine.”

You squeezed her hand to balance yourself doing everything to hold back your release. Her super strength and stamina had proved to you before she would never slow down. Your sobs of pleasure mixing with the sound of the bed slamming the wall would make you think no one would be dumb enough to knock but sure enough your moans where interrupted by three loud bangs on the door. Alcina ignored it the first time continuing to rock into you but the second time the person knocked she paused causing a loud wine from you.

“What?”

She roared out with anger clearly dripping from her lips.

“Mother Miranda is on the line.”

Y’all’s eldest daughter Bela answered from the other side of the door.

“Tell her I’m busy with an important matter.”

She said before looking down at you, as she went to slide out again Bela responded.

“I did an hour ago now she’s demanding your audience on the phone.”

Alcina faltered before letting out a very angry grunt. Fully pulling out she backs up off you causing you to let out a very needy very angry whine.

“I’m sorry dove.”

You let out a huff and glare her direction. You slide and get out of the bed standing on shaky legs you angrily storm into the restroom and lock the door. When you come out of the restroom after cleaning your self up Alcina’s gone you let out an angry huff before sitting infront of her vanity and taking off your lashes and makeup. Once you were done you rubbed face oils into your face. You walked into the closet throwing on a pair of sweatpants and one of your old t-shirts, you slipped on your slides and went up to your tower. Locking the door behind you, you grabbed a book and a lighter before sitting down to try and enjoy the rest of your night. It is hours before you hear your door handle wiggle. You listen to hear if it is one of the maids and scowl when you hear Alcina huff on the other side of the door. Before you even allow her to speak you yell out

“Go away Alcina.”

You only referred to her as her name when you were very angry. You only hear a slight scoff as she breaks the handle and enters anyway before closing the door back. You roll your eyes at her looking back at your book not interested in talking to her.

“Try not to act like such a child dear, it’s unattractive.”

You laugh coldly as you put out what you had been smoking. You stand marking your page before setting your book on the small coffee table in the middle of the room.

“Goodnight Alcina.”

You said as you went to make your way past her. She grabbed your arm turning you to face her as she bent down.

“I’m sorry Mother Miranda was rather sour today.”

You only laugh coldly again in response.

“Of course Mother Miranda’s sour mood is distressing you. Next time you need a little release perhaps Mother Miranda can help you with that to.”

You say coldly before snatching your arm out of your wife’s hand and leaving the room.

The nerve of her to come and mention Mother Miranda to me.

You went straight to your shared bedroom and crawled into your side of the bed. The sun had set but you knew it couldn’t be that late into the night. This was earlier than you usually retired but you were upset and at least if you were asleep Alcina wouldn’t bother you. You don’t know how long you had been asleep but the click of your door being opened brought you to your senses. The familiar smell of Alcina had you closing your eyes again not even giving it a second thought. At the relax of your heartbeat Alcina must of assumed you went back to sleep. You heard a defeated sigh escape her lips as she shuffled more than likely stripping for bed. You felt her side of the bed dip as she crawled under the covers it didn’t take long for you to feel one of her big hands reach to pull you close to her. She made a displeased noise when she felt clothes covering you body but pulled you flush against her nonetheless. Having slept since your anger you weren’t really mad anymore maybe because in this sleepy state you didn’t really remember being mad you just wanted your wife close to you. You cuddled back into letting out a content sigh subconsciously rubbing your name on her arm.

“Soție.”

Alcina spoke softly and you hummed in response already close to sleep again.

“I’m sorry I was inconsiderate of your feelings earlier. I was in a bad mood because I was taken from you I didn’t consider you also being in a bad mood because I left.”

You only hummed in response wanting to sleep. Lips on your neck caused your eyes to shoot open as a devilish hand pushed your sweats off your body.

“Here my love let me make it up to you.”

You trembled as she lifted your leg opening you wide open. She held your leg up and wrapped her arm around your middle holding you close with her other hand she began rubbing your clit all the while sucking on your neck leaving marks. You moan loudly the position was highly intimate and you loved it. You put your arm over the arm holding your center never wanting it to leave. Experienced fingers danced between your lips before diving into your wet folds you let out a gasp as you gripped Alcina’s arm.

“Te iubesc atat de mult draga mea.”

“I love you too Hon’.”

Alcina shot you a huge white smile loving when you called her that. Your accent shining through in moments like that.

“Baby.”

You panted out grabbing her attention.

“Yes my beloved.”

“Kiss me.”

Alcina smiled before sweetly placing her lips on yours. Adding a third finger as she simultaneously worked your mouth you moan loudly into her.

“I just can’t control myself, I’m addicted to you.”

Alcina panted into your mouth before kissing you deeply again. You smiled happily into the kiss letting her devour you. Your breathing started growing harder as knots grew in your stomach it didn’t take you long after the state she had left you in earlier to get built back up.

“Cum for me dear. Show me how good I make you feel.”

You didn’t hesitate. Your back arched away from your lover as your eyes rolled back your orgasm taking over your body hard. Your lover continued to pump into you as you road it out and as you started to come down you felt her fangs sink into your neck. You panted hard before cumming again at the sensation of her feeding on you. Alcina moaned at the taste of your blood drinking you down before pulling her fingers out releasing your neck and sucking on her fingers.

“You taste heavenly.”

You heard her purr before she licked at the would on your neck.

“I love you so much Alcina.”

You happily sighed reaching for her face and bringing her head to lay on your chest.

“And I you (Y/N).”

You ran your fingers through her hair for a while before snuggling in and going to sleep.

[fictitiousbeing]

I HAVE A TYPE

I am well aware that I have a type, and it's rather noticeable. However, with that being said, I still wanted to know just how similar my childhood obsessions are to one and other. So, I present 10 of my crushes from when I was roughly 13 and younger. I may have aged and matured since then, but I have found my taste in men to have remained the same.

***The following 10 men, or rather characters, were selected randomly from a plethora of contenders, and are presented in no particular order.

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Masterlist

1. Ardeth Bay (Oded Fehr) in the Mummy (1999) and the Mummy Returns (2001).

Ardeth is a badass Medjai, who evidently has trouble guarding Hamunaptra and the Creature.

2. Michael Corvin (Scott Speedman) in Underworld (2003) and Underworld: Evolution (2006).

Michael became the first of his kind and he looked good doing it.

3. Van Helsing (Hugh Jackman) in Van Helsing (2004).

Gabriel, oh Gabriel! He ended up killing the girl, but he also ganked Drucula while he was at it.

4. Aragorn (Viggo Mortensen) in the Lord of the Rings trilogy (2001-3).

Aragorn may respect Eowyn and he might even be engaged to Arwen, but he is without a doubt in love with Legolas.

5. Cort (Russell Crowe) in the Quick and the Dead (1995).

Cort may have turned to preaching, but when push comes to shove he still knows how to use his hands (in both a gun fight and during his extracurriculars).

6. Amsterdam Vallon (Leonardo DiCaprio) in Gangs of New York (2002).

Now, now Amsterdam, Bill the Butcher didn't know what he was saying when he said you have no heart.

7. Tom Hanson (Johnny Depp) in the series 21 Jump Street (1987-91).

Officer Hanson is a pretty boy and a by the book kinda guy, but he can probably teach you a few things about handcuffs.

8. Will Turner (Orlando Bloom) in the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise (2003-17).

Aye, avast! Will's father was indeed a bloody pirate - a scalawag.

9. Jimmy Hickok (Josh Brolin) in the series the Young Riders (1989-91).

Jimmy's a good boy, but hot-headed with a quick draw. queue the song bad company by bad company.

10. John Bender (Judd Nelson) in the Breakfast Club (1985).

Bender's a criminal, but you can always share your jewelry. Particularly your earrings.

What can I say? I liked what I liked, and I still do... I obviously have a thing for beautiful long-haired brunets. I will not apologize.

***I am aware that some of these movies may be considered violent with coarse language and mature themes/content - essentially unsuitable for young children, but I watched them and I turned out just fine. At least I think I did.

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Types Of Ships

The types of ships I have supported as a fan in my many fandoms. I can’t speak for every fan, but maybe one of these will relate to you. WARNING! This is gonna be long. You may disagree with some examples, if you do GET OVER IT. Also some ships may be from the same anime so mixed feeling alert incoming.

The Canon Ships

These are the ships that you shipped because they're canon. The creators and everyone behind the scenes guided you to supporting their choice. Rewarding you and every other fan with adorable and can’t help but love scenes. By time these ships become your OTP you’ll be pleading for them to finally become canon because you know it's going to happen, eventually. 

Personal Examples; Natsu x Lucy from Fairy Tail, Inuyasha x Kagome (honestly f*ck Kikyo the zombie) from Inuyasha, Midoriya x Ochaco from Boku No Hero Academia, and my favorite Hinata x Naruto from Naruto/Naruto Shippuden.

When I first started getting into anime, I was only a fan of canon ships. I may have found other ships cute but because they weren't possible in canon I never thought about it with my imagination. Learned to get rid of that thinking quick, LOL!

P.S Hinata deserve better than just being a love interest!

The Gay Ships

I would love to say if they were a het couple I would still ship it, but it almost 100% possible its because there gay that I ship it. In a heteronormative society sometimes you just need a good old gay couple to hard core ship, whether there canon or not.

Personal Examples; Steve Rogers x Bucky from Marvel, Santana x Brittany from (hate to love this show) Glee, and my one of my many gay favorites Aziraphale x Crowley from Good Omens

The Only Support As Fanon ships

Some ships you know should never be canon, but you can’t help but dream of the possibility. Something just draws you to the beautiful mess that would be that ship.

Personal favorites; Charlotte x Ichiya from Infinite Stratos, Hawks x Dabi from Boku No Hero Academia, my OTP of guilty pleasures Bakugou x Midoriya from Boku No Hero Academia

Seriously, never let these ships be canon. My head might explode because of how much is wrong with it. So many toxic relationships

P.S Loveeee Barbarian Bakugou or Dragon Tamer Bakugou design, either way he doesn't have a shirt on so I’m good!

The Enemies To Lovers ships

Didn’t realize I was so into these ships until they recently became a bigger thing over the years.

Personal Favorites; Logan x Veronica from Veronica Mars, Garcia x Alvez from Criminal Minds, Claire x Bender from Breakfast Club, Lux x Amity from Owl House, and my one of my all time favorites Catra x Adora from She-Ra Princesses Of Power

OH COME ON, SHE JUMPED INTO FIRE FOR HER! HOW DO YOU NOT SHIP THAT!!

The Stumble Upon A Great Fanart, Fanfic, Donjin, or Video And Now I’m On Board ships

All of these ships I genuinely had zero interest in until their fandoms hit me over the head

Personal Favorites; Lisanna x Bixlow from Fairy Tail, Yang Xiao Long x Blake Belladonna from RWBY, and wow there is sooo much fanfiction for them Harry Potter X Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter

The Background Couple Ships

That couple thats always behind the main pairing or even further into the background but even a glimpse of them keeps the ship alive even if there not together.

Janna x Tom from Star Vs The Forces Of Evil, Pacifica x Dipper from Gravity falls, and all pairing from Monthly Girls Nozaki-kun (seriously there all hilarious and would be great together)

The Equal Footing Ships

Especially canon couples sometimes the ship feels uneven. Sometimes it’s there appearance but sometimes it just how one partner treats the other that you can’t help but ship another couple since each person in the relationship seems to have met their match.

Shego x Kim from Kim Possible and Kaito x Shinichi from Detective Conan.

The Cry So Hard Ships

When the pairing you’ve been rooting for never happens and all you can think is, ‘whyyyyy!!!’

Personal Favorites; Yui x Hinata from Angel Beats, Kaori x Kosei from My Lie In April, and Hatori x Kana from Fruits Basket

The Childhood Ships The ships you saw growing up that made you the fan you are today Personal Favorites; Ned x Moses from Ned Declassfied, Quinn x Logan from Zoey 101, and Sam x Freddy from ICarly

The OTP Ships

The couples that you can’t stop squealing, daydreaming, reading fanfiction, looking at fanart, and yearn to see how their children look

Personal Favorites; Percy x Annabeth from Percy Jackson, Cress x Thorne from Lunar Chronicles, Ryuuosuke x Rita from Sakurasou No Pet Na Kanojo, Anya x Damien from Spy x Family and my recent top favorite Sasaki x Miyano from Sasaki to Miyano

This defines their relationship so much ❤️

Thanks for reading to the end, especially since I know how long this is. Took me a while to type it all. This is dedicated to the fandoms. If you're a fan in any of my fandoms, I hope it's nice to know someone can relate to loving love.