#yes you’re Rude but you were There. you were there and you kept pushing and you stayed by his side

[lanternlightss]

loop ….

[gh0stsp1d3r]

nah cause all i can think abt it rafe being an absolute DICKHEAD to everyone but you. like he 180 changes when ur around and it completely baffles everyone.

OOOOH yes. everyone tellin you “he’s a dickhead, I don’t get why you’re with him.” And youre like “wdym? he’s the sweetest boy ever.” because you nd him and literally like this everyday

his friends hate it sm. I imagine it would go something like this

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Everywhere Rafe went, you followed. His friends never had the balls to say anything and just let it happen.

At parties, he was drinking and leaning in his chair, talking to Barry, who currently smoked a joint. A man sat in front of them, offering them an amount of money for the gold from the cross.

Rafe shook his head at the offer.

“That all?” Rafe asked him, unamused.

“I mean,” the dude scoffed. “How much would you take for it?”

“This bar is at least 5 grand. If you don’t got the money, fuckin’ stop wasting my time.”

“How is that five grand?”

Rafe rolled his eyes, irritated as he shut the case the gold was kept it. “Yo, what the fuck did I just say? Stop wasting my time. Get the fuck out.” He nodded, the man scoffing and shaking his head, standing up and walking away.

Rafe seemed irritated, his eyebrows furrowed and his face rested in an annoyed expression. That was until he glanced up and saw you walking towards him.

The man that had tried to buy the gold pushed past you, making you furrow your eyebrows at his rudeness.

Rafe had seen it, his irritation and anger bubbling once again. You just shrugged it off as you continued your stride to your boyfriend.

And he saw your bubbly demeanor, bouncing around happily as you walked towards him with the sweetest smile. He melted, the corners of his lips twisting up to form a smile. You fell into his lap, clearly drunk as you slurred out his name happily, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“Hey, baby.” He mumbled softly and quietly, hands rubbing circles on your legs.

Barry raised his eyebrows at Rafe, Rafe motioning for him to leave, his old glare back before he turned his attention back to you.

“You tired?” He asked you quietly.

“Yeah. Wanna go home, Rafey.” You whined and complained. And with anyone else, the nickname would have had someone 6 feet under.

“Alright. We’ll go home. Lemme just clean up here, Kay’?” He patted your ass softly, gently getting you off his lap.

“‘Kay.” You mumbled tiredly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and waiting, but before he could even turn around to you, you were fast asleep on the couch.

He sighed, shaking his head and smiling again to himself.

[remuslupinslittleslut]

No, like this

Anon asked: I need more of the teach me dynamic like that was so hot. The way Remus helped Sirius ate you out using his hair holy fuck that was hot. maybe it’s like Remus gets jealous cause it’s close to the full moon so he shows the boys how to properly fuck a girl and it’s super rough maybe and then James and Sirius are just there jerking off like super turned on by the scene cause wow Remus is really good at making reader be loud.

And YES! I love this dynamic and this ask was so very lovely and gave me so much inspiration THANK YOU BABE <333

Here's a very jelly remus, pre full moon, showing his friends how to fuck his girl hot damn

Masterlist. (Teach us part one. And part two. Though it can easily be read on it's own, just the same dynamics <3)

“No, you’re doing it all wrong,” Remus growled.

You were laid out on your back, James on top of you, hips moving against yours at a steady rhythm. It was good, really good. But the full moon was getting closer, and Remus was aggravated, jealous and very territorial of you.

James whined at the harsh words, and you kissed his nose telling him, “You’re doing well darling, keep going.”

He did, though not quite as confidently as before. His head came down to rest in the crook of your neck, and you felt his cheeks were heated from embarrassment. You and Remus had taught both James and Sirius a lot since your first night together, and they’d both made great progress, all the while Remus was perfectly okay with sharing you – as you also did share him with his friends.

James had just started to get it right with each thrust again – making you moan and whine, telling him what a good boy he was being – when Remus interrupted yet again.

“No, move,” he said, standing up and pushing James off of you, making all three of you gasp (Sirius wouldn’t miss this show for anything in the world), “let me show you how to fuck her properly.”

It was, to put it plainly, rude. You would have to talk to Remus about it later, that he can’t act that way with your littles, but he was so sexy, towering above you, hands tugging at his buckle, trying to free himself for you. You knew what was to come would be life changing-ly amazing, and you did not want to get in the way of Moony when he was tearing at the seams of Remus like this.

Remus was finally naked, standing next to the bed, where James still lay, “I said move.” James did, shying away, trudging toward Sirius’ bed.

“Arms above your head, darling,” he said, steadying his body above yours. You did as you were told, knowing not to argue at this moment. “See, you’ve gotta tell a slut what to do, she’s too dumb to think on her own.” This wasn’t really true – though you loved letting go of all your common sense to let Remus take full control, so you did.

He didn’t give any warning before he pushed himself into you, widening your tight little hole, taking your body from you. “Little sluts like this don’t need to be warmed up, she can take it, right love?” You nodded, knowing you hadn’t been given permission to speak.

His hips snapped against yours at a brutal pace, it almost hurt, you knew it would later, but the way the head of him pushed against your walls felt too good. While he was fucking you, he kept narrating the whole thing, “yeah, that’s right, touch your little cocks to my girl, hear that? My girl. You’ve gotta move faster, harder, like this.”

It was so hot, having your life fucked out of you by your boyfriend while your other two partners watched, touching themselves. You could finally show them the Remus you knew, the Remus who could make sure you didn’t walk straight for days – he’d been so nice and soft since you invited James and Sirius, but now he was back, with his back-arching, toe-curling, orgasm-giving sex.

You hadn’t been quiet for a while, and when your orgasm washed over you, the sounds coming from somewhere deep in your throat only got louder. “There you go, see this, this’s how you make a girl come.”

Pulling out of you, Remus kissed you once, deep and hard and dirty, before he flipped you over, pulling on your hips to make your ass stick out. Leaning down over you, he kissed down the back of your neck, biting and pulling at the skin, hard teeth scratching soft skin. “You ready, little one?” He asked, almost softly, and when you nodded your head he pulled back and pushed in, in one sweeping motion. The angle from this position was even better and you felt your eyes roll back as you dropped your head against the pillow, feeling another orgasm come creeping.

Holding himself up with one hand on the headboard, the other kept a tight hold on your hair. “Now this is how you fuck a girl real good, she won’t be able to think straight when I’m done with her, shame you’ll never be this good,” the cockiness could be heard in Remus’ voice as his hips kept pushing against yours, your ass shaking with every thrust. “Go on then, come, all over your hands from watching my girl take my cock, go ahead… You too, princess, go ahead, let go f’me…”

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered some grunting from the other bed, though most of your senses were filled with Remus, the wet sound of him thrusting in and out of you, the smell of him on the pillow, of both of your juices mixing somewhere further down on the bed, the taste of him left on your tongue, the sight of a veiny arm holding him up, the feeling of him all over you, against your back, the hands in your hair, his cock inside you, pulsating and ejaculating, filling you up with white, hot spurts of cum, the feeling of it running out of you, the wet patch on the bed between your legs.

And then… nothing.

When you woke up, it was to a hot, wet rag on your face. “Hi, love,” Remus said, kissing your forehead, hand holding your cheek still. “Welcome back, you went out for a bit, but don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you now, okay baby?”

Smiling, you reached your hands up – not a small feat, considering your arms felt like boiled spaghetti – and took a hold of his face to pull him back down to you, pressing your lips against his.

“And now this is how you perform proper aftercare, don’t ever skip that,” he said, a pointed look directed at his friends, who he was about to treat with some of the same love that you’d received.

Tagged: @remussbitch

[akirqx]

how to properly comfort a wild Miya Atsumu

— a guide.

Step 1: ask the atsumu what’s wrong.

You know you’re going to be listening to him rant for hours when he comes home in a bad mood.

The opening and then the sudden slam of the front door to your apartment takes your attention away from your phone.

You look up to see a bothered boyfriend with a slight pout to his face as he abandons his belongings on the floor and heads straight to plop himself right on top of you on the couch.

It wasn’t exactly unusual for him to do this, so you figured he was just extra tired today and continued whatever you were doing on your phone.

It wasn’t until he kept dramatically sighing and shifting every minute that you figured you should probably ask him what’s wrong..

“Are you okay tsumu” you put your phone down next to you, making eye contact with him.

“It’s ’bout time ya asked” he pouted, shifting once more so that he basically bear hugged you. You sighed, rolling your eyes as he wasted no time explaining.

“I practice with a bunch of idiots” here he goes again..he complains at least once a week about the same thing.

Step 2: do NOT push the atsumu away because he’s all sweaty (do not).

You listened to him rant for a couple of minutes, the warmth of his body providing as a blanket for you even if you weren’t cold.

“Tsumu….i love you but you’re so sweaty.” You sighed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp which only resulted in him tightening his hold.

“Don’t be rude” he pouted looking straight up at you as he used your chest to hold his head up. “What, can’t cuddle my girl now?”

“No, please shower” you lightly push his face away, only smiling at his deepened pout.

“No”

“Yes”

“No”

“Yes”

Step 3: if you didn’t listen to step 2, a kiss will cheer the atsumu up!

After your boyfriend lost the battle and showered, he returned to the couch. Not one word being said and instead of him laying on top of you, he sat on the other side of the couch, turning the tv on.

This made you raise an eyebrow and stare directly at him. He refused to make eye contact, even though he knew that you knew he knew you were staring.(lmao sorry).

“Tsumu” you called out, watching him pretend to be soo interested in whatever was on tv

“Seriously”

“…”

You sigh and crawl up to where he sat on the couch, forcing yourself into his arms, which, wasn’t hard since he would never miss the chance of holding you.

You lean up to press a sweet kiss on his cheek, and Atsumu immediately turned to look at you, a cheeky grin now plastered on his face.

Step 4: give into the cuddles.

Now that you are in his arms, his upset mood from earlier seemed to vanish. And now? Now, you were stuck cuddling for the rest of the night. Good luck !

ok I hate writers block ik this sucks..

This was also inspired by a post I read a couple of months ago ! I’m really sorry I’m not sure who it’s from or even which character it’s for since i read it like back in April (I think) but this is inspired !!

also plsplsplspls send me requests or prompts or smtg plsplspls

[marvelsmylife]

Irrationally jealous

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Plot: Azriel becomes jealous when he finds out Cassian has been visiting you a lot lately, so he decides to reminds you that he was the first one to bed you when you first moved in.

A/n I’m sorry this is so short. This is more of a drabble. Nesta is next though and things are going to get kinky with her (followed by a Nessian threesome).

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Fourth Wing Masterlist (I know this has nothing to do with this story, I just want you guys to be aware that I write for Fourth Wing as well)

Azriel was seething as he watched you make out with Cassian before disappearing into your room. This wouldn’t be a big deal if it weren’t for the fact that Cassian has been staying over for two consecutive weeks. Yes, he knew you didn’t belong to him, Rhysand and Feyre hired to bring them all pleasure when they wished. Still, a part of him that felt like you did belong to him.

As soon as Cassian left, Azriel appeared at your door. “Cassian, for the last time, you have to tell Nesta- oh Azriel, how can I help you?” You asked.

Instead of replying, Azriel just lifted you into his arms and carried you into your room. Azriel wasted no and got both of you undressed and was between your legs. “Azriel, go easy. I’m still sensitive from Cassian,” you arched your back as you felt Azriel’s tongue flicking your clit while he curled his fingers deep inside you.

“Never mention another male’s name while my fingers are inside you,” Azriel warned before removing his fingers and replacing them with his cock.

You were panting heavily as Azriel took you in every position he knew. A part of you felt like he was trying to mark his territory as he bit, licked, and sucked every inch of your body. “Mine,” Azriel growled possessively, “You’re fuck mine.”

“Yes, gods, yes,” you chanted, “I’m yours Az. I’m all yours.”

Just then, Azriel felt something snap in him. He stopped mid-thrust and stared deep into your eyes, “Are you ok?” you asked Azriel.

Azriel quickly nodded his head before he continued his actions. Reaching down, Azriel started massaging your clit until he felt you cumming around his cock. “That’s it, cum. Fuck, you look so hot when you cum,” Azriel groaned into your ear as he continued to thrust until he came as well.

Azriel kept moving until he felt his cock softening and reluctantly pulled out. “Gods, I missed you in my bed. Why haven’t you visited me?” You asked while Azriel covered your neck with love bites.

“Cassian has been hogging you,” Azriel replied bitterly, “He’s lucky he’s my brother, or else I would have murdered him already for taking so much of your time.”

You found yourself rolling your eyes at Azriel’s comment before replying, “He’s having a difficult time with Nesta, and I’ve been fucking him to distract him from his troubles. You, my sweet shadow-singer, will always be my number one.”

Azriel felt his ego boost at your comments and was ready to go again when you stopped him. “I don’t mean to be rude, but we can’t go another round or spend the night together. I’m leaving for the day court in the morning.” You could see the hurt in Azriel’s eyes, but he nodded and started getting dressed. When Azriel was at the door, you called his name, “I’ll see you in two months.”

Pushing aside his hurt, Azriel replied, “I’ll see you in two months,” before exiting your room and started to wonder two things. One: if what he felt while you were having sex was the mating bond snapping into place for him. Two: if you were his mate, would he have the right to tell you that you couldn’t have sex with anybody else but him. Azriel just shook his head and disappeared to his room.

@lilah-asteria @saltedcoffeescotch @golden-canyon @nayaniasworld @slut4acotar @mybestfriendmademe @nocasdatsgay @harrystylesfan2686 @heartless-tate @fussel9913 @123345566 @paleidiot

[ginax0916]

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Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

Genre: Angst & fluff

Synopsis: What happens when they’re both jealous with feelings for each other, but won’t admit it?

(It starts off with texts but it’s a regular story after)

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Y/n pov:

Why does he care so much? It’s not even like we’re dating. Plus he brings girls over all the time why’s it such a big deal that I have a date. It’s like he’s purposely saying all these bad things about him so I’ll cancel the date. I truly don’t get what he means, Jason is a nice guy every girl simps over him. Not to mention he’s captain of the football team. But I mean what can go wrong, we’re just going out to dinner then coming back to my place and there, done.

But part of me feels regret. I don’t know why but I feel regret for not listing to Matt now that Jason is only 5 minutes away. What if he’s right? What if he really is just putting an act on to get into my pants? No he would never. Matt’s just jealous and trying to scare me. After all we’re just roommates.

*knock knock*

Oh fuck. Jason’s here. Suddenly my nerves are increasing. My hands are sweaty and my dress is too tight. What the fuck do I do.

“Hey Jason”

“Hey pretty, you read to go?” He says. But for some reason it feels weird when he says it.

“Uh yea let me just grab my coat” I say as I walk to my bedroom and put it on. Before I walk out I see myself in the mirror. Is the dress too short? Too slutty? Suddenly I’m overthinking everything.

“Ok let’s go” I saw as I walk back to him.

“You look beautiful by the way” Jason says. Yet it still feels weird.

“Thank you. You look good too” I say trying to convince myself that he does.

We get in the car and he starts driving, about 5 minutes into the car ride I feel his hand creep onto my knee. And it keeps moving up till it rests on my inner thigh. I wanna push his hand off but I don’t want to be rude.

“Is that fine?” He asks.

“Uh yea” I could’ve said fucking no.

The rest of the ride is filled with an awkward and uncomfortable silence.

The whole dinner was extremely awkward. We barely agreed on anything and he kept making weird comments about how good my body looked in the dress. I just wanted to be done with it and go home.

“You read to go?” Jason asked. Fuck yes I am.

“Yea let’s go” I say.

Gladly he payed for the dinner which was nice of him, but it still doesn’t change the fact that the night was extremely uncomfortable.

We get in the car and I expect him to turn it on but he doesn’t.

“Are you gonna turn it on?” I ask trying to sound as nice as possible.

“You look so pretty” He says as he puts his hand on my thigh, too far up for my liking.

“Oh uh thanks” I saw trying to move away from him.

“That dress makes you look so good” Jason mumbles as he gets closer to me.

“I bet it would look even better if it was on the floor”

“Wha-” I get cut off my his lips on mine.

“What the fuck” I raise my voice as I push him off of me.

“Come on don’t be a brat” He grabs my face and attempts to kiss me again.

“Get the fuck off me” I scream as I try to unbuckle my self.

“I said don’t be a fucking brat” Jason raises his voice as he grabs my body and tries to pull me over to his side of the car.

“I said get off me you jackass!” I scream and I push him hard enough so he lets go and I get out of the car.

As I’m walking away from the car I hear the engine start and before I can move away he drives by me speeding through the puddle that was on the ground, making it splash all over me.

“You’re fucking kidding”

I sit on the curve of the parking lot, soaking wet in disgusting water and pull out my phone to text the one person who warned me this was going to happen.

He’s gonna kill me.

I stay here where he told me freezing because of the water and my jacket is soaked so it’s not much use. But soon enough I see Matt’s car pull up in front of me.

“Oh baby what happened? Why are you soaking wet” Matt says the second he gets out of the car.

“You were right. I should’ve listened I’m sorry” I sniffle as I feel tears swell up in my eyes.

“Hey hey it’s ok don’t cry. You did nothing wrong” He says while wrapping his arms around me holding me close.

“But you warned me and I was bitch and didn’t listen” I start to cry, keeping my head on Matt’s chest.

“No you’re not a bitch. You just made a mistake and now you can learn from it yea? You didn’t know this was gonna happen don’t bring yourself down for it” He comforts me.

“Here put this on and I’ll take you home and then you can tell me everything that happened how does that sound?” Matt asks as he wraps his coat around me.

“Mhm yea” I nod.

“Come on let’s go sweets I don’t want you to get sick” He grabs my hand helping me get up and we get into the car.

Instead of there being an awkward silence, there’s a comforting silence.

I look over to Matt and I feel butterflies in my stomach. The way the moonlight shines through the window lighting his face up. The way his blue eyes reflect the stars in the sky. The way his jawline is so sharp and defined and his cheekbones more prominent than ever. The way his nose compliments his face oh so well. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about my roommate, it’s not right.

But what if I don’t wanna be just roommates with Matt anymore?

Should I make a part 2 for this or no??

[ellecdc]

poly!moonwater x mute!reader? Maybe them learning sign or comforting reader when someone makes fun or says something rude to them.

🥹🥹🥹 this is so cute omg. thanks for your request!! 🤟🤟🤟

poly!moonwater x mute!reader (gn)

You kept your face pointed downwards at your textbook and ignored the two shadows seating themselves across the table from you, hoping that if you minded your business, they would too.  

People weren’t always very understanding of your condition, and those who pretended they were usually just asked a lot of very imposing questions; if you could hear, why couldn’t you talk? Were you ignoring them? Were you faking it? What was your deal? And contrary to popular opinion, speaking louder and repeating themselves didn’t change the fact that you still couldn’t speak to them.

“Y/N, right?” You heard a voice come from in front of you. You grimaced slightly but tried to rearrange your face before looking up.

Sitting across from you was Regulus Black and Remus Lupin; the latter having been the one to speak to you.

You nodded yes to his question, which earned you a beaming smile from the scarred boy.

“I’m Remus, and this is Regulus.” He said, motioning towards the younger boy with his head. You offered the best smile you could muster and nodded hello to the two of them.

“What subject are you working on?” Regulus asked, attempting to peek at your notebook. You pulled the textbook from under your elbow and showed them the front cover.

“Herbology.” Remus narrated. “I’ve always been pants at that, honestly.”

You smiled gratefully at the two; most people don’t put much effort into trying to converse with you once they realize it requires a touch more effort on their end.

“What’s your favourite class?” Regulus asked then, causing your stomach to drop.

They had to know, right? They couldn’t not know. Did they think you would finally talk if only you wanted to badly enough? Or was this a prank? You didn’t think pranks were the younger Black’s thing, but you knew Lupin hung around with a folly crowd.

You’re not sure how long you’d been sitting there spiralling when you felt a gentle nudge to your wrist. You looked to see a piece of parchment and a quill being pushed towards you by Remus.

You looked to him then, trying to see if you could spot any malevolence in his expression.

You couldn’t.

You cautiously took the quill and parchment and scrawled out your answer quickly. Passing it back and trying to ignore the burning of your cheeks or the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

Remus beamed at your response. “I love that class too.”

“May I ask something that might come across as terribly forward?” Regulus asked suddenly, causing your heart rate to spike.

“I was only wondering how you converse with your friends or family; what’s most comfortable for you?”

You let out a steadying breath and accepted the quill and parchment back from Remus to quickly write “sign”. 

Regulus smiled at that, and you weren’t sure you expected a Black to be capable of an expression so soft.

“Wonderful.” He said as he pulled out a heavy book from his bookbag; a muggle book entitled “BSL for Dummies”. 

You felt your eyebrows migrate into your hairline as your mouth fell open.

“Now, if it’s not terribly inconvenient for you, do you think you might be able to help us learn?” Remus asked, smiling kindly at you.

You nodded quickly, mouth quirking up into a smile as Regulus helped turn the book towards you so he could ask “is this the right way to ask someone out on a date?”

[targaryen-dynasty]

KINKTOBER SLEEPOVER.

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Modern!Maegor Targaryen x fem!Reader

Based on this request

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; p in v, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, age gap, power imbalance, rough sex, degrading, power play, size difference

WORDS: 1.3 K

NOTES: Thanks for your request @hypocritic-trash-baby! This sleepover really shows me how difficult it is for me to write something with less than 1.5 K words lmao. But I still had so much fun writing modern!Maegor. Hope you like it!

If you had known that working three hours overtime each evening was a part of the job when you had applied, you would not have taken it – regardless of how damn hot your boss was. 

Maegor was just your type. He was in his mid 40s, incredibly tall and bulky, but not fat, and allowed you to savor your feminine energy, despite you being his junior personal assistant and supposed to assist him. Whenever he was around, you didn’t have to bother opening doors, and if Maegor heard of someone being rude to you, it was only a matter of time until that person would crawl back to apologize. 

And not to talk about the looks he gave you. 

It was thrilling. 

You scarcely saw the violet hue of his eyes whenever you were around him, always dark blown with something you couldn't quite decipher. Even if you weren’t alone with him, he undressed you with his gaze, and it always strayed to your middle, lingering there a bit too long. 

You felt desired, and it was no surprise your confidence got a good boost from it. 

This was the main reason for the skirts of your office attire getting progressively shorter, always straddling that fine line between being appropriate or unfitting. 

It was another endless evening in the office, though this time, you and Maegor were completely alone. All your colleagues had left earlier to attend the birthday party of Maegor’s senior personal assistant, Alys, while she had passed all her tasks over to you. 

… what somehow brought you into the current predicament. 

Your chest was pressed flush against the wall of Maegor’s office. He had ripped your precious heart motif tights between your legs, had pulled your thong to the side and had rucked your skirt up around your waist. 

Maegor towered over your small frame. One of his paw-like hands held your arms locked behind your back, while the other cupped your chin to tilt your head back, forcing you to arch your back to accommodate his cock as he pounded into you with reckless abandon. 

“Waited so fuckin’ long for this,” Maegor grunted into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your flushed skin. “All those short skirts…,” he trailed off, seemingly needing a few seconds to regain his breath. “... you were just beggin’ for me to fuck you, huh?”

Your mouth hung agape, and with his hand tilting your head back to a point it was borderline painful, you weren't quite able to make any more sounds than breathy whines and whimpers. “Y-Yes,” you mewled, the sound straining your throat to the point you had to cough once. 

Maegor seemed to notice your struggle, and even though his hips didn’t slow down, he was generous enough to ease the grip on your face, allowing your head to bow forward. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, your name leaving his lips so smoothly, you almost came just hearing it, “takin’ my fuckin’ cock like the good girl you are.” While his hand kept your arms pinned behind your back, his other grabbed your thigh to raise your leg, draping it over his forearm as he braced it on the wall. 

The new angle had you seeing stars, his cock repeatedly attacking the sweet spot inside of you to the point you felt the urge to pee. Every moan hiccuped in your throat each time his hips slammed into yours, his heavy balls slapping against your aching clit, but not once giving you enough stimulation to push you over the edge. 

“That’s it, ‘m gonna get you all nice and ready for me. Gonna fill you up to show everyone you’re mine.” He said it as if he had been waiting for this just as long as you had, if not even longer. “Just knew I had to breed you when you pranced into my office for your job interview.” 

As he bent forward, he rested his forehead against the back of your head, looking down to where his cock was repeatedly disappearing inside of your cunt. “G-God, please, daddy… harder,” you whimpered, pressing your eyes shut. “N-Need you t-to… cum in me.” 

Your words made the animal behind you groan. “That’s what you want, huh? Bein’ fucked full of my cum until you’re pregnant with my child?” 

At this point, your mind was blank, his merciless pounding and words forcing every thought right out of your brain. You whined a string of incoherent words, rambling one ‘yes’ after the other. 

You could feel his thrusts becoming more and more erratic, a sign that let you know he was about to topple over the edge. With a few more thrusts, he fucked into you, until he released a breathy groan that heralded his orgasm. His twitching cock spilled his load deep inside of your cunt, and you squeezed him ever so tightly in response, milking him for every drop. 

While you thought he was done with you as he pulled out, a bit disappointed you didn’t get to come at all, your doubts were quickly pushed aside with his strong arms wrapping around you, turning you in his grasp, and lifting you from the ground. You squealed at the sudden action, more so when the coldness of his desk seeped into the naked flesh of your arse. 

Before you could say anything, he draped your legs over his shoulders and plunged his cock back into your cunt, his seed mixed with your arousal serving as lubricant. 

“You’re mine,” he growled, a threatening edge to his husky voice. “I fuckin’ own you and this sweet cunt of yours. Breedin’ you over and over, until I’ve knocked you up. Want everyone to know that I fuck you.”

His possessiveness intimidated you, but you didn’t complain, not when it meant you got to be fucked like this for the rest of your life. 

“You gonna look so fuckin’ radiant with a swollen belly.” You looked up at him with half lidded eyes, drool dripping from for parted lips – a clear sign that he had most definitely fucked you dumb by now. “Gonna be so, so full of me, pigeon, don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Mae–Da-Daddy, please,” you called out desperately, not caring if it was loud enough to be heard outside of his office, since no one was there to hear it in the first place. Finally, you felt the heat in the pit of your stomach building again, the coil ready to snap at any given moment. “I want it, please. Need it so bad.”

Maegor smirked wickedly at you, and reached between your bodies to press his thumb to your clit, dragging it over the little bud in circles. It had your moans growing in volume as your climax washed over you, your convulsing walls clenching tight enough around Maegor’s thick cock to trigger his second release of the night. Your boss came with a shuddered breath leaving his lips, and by the way his jaw set, you could tell that he was slightly overstimulated already. 

You wanted to prop yourself up on your elbows when he pulled out, but his hand was quick to push you down again. A gasp escaped your throat at the impact, wanting to see just too badly what he was up to when he bowed forwards and brought his hand to your abused cunt. 

The uncomfortable feeling of being overstimulated filled your veins as Maegor dragged a thick finger through your folds, eventually sliding it inside and using it as a plug to stop his seed from oozing out of your cunt, making sure it wasn't fruitless. 

A few seconds passed until he pulled your thong back in place and fixed your skirt, helping you down his desk. When you met his dark blown gaze, you knew the insatiable man in front of you wasn’t satisfied.

“I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

[zz0mbi3]

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖?

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢, 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔 (not really), 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 '𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕' 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴

'And I could be a pretty girl, won't ever make you blue

And I could be a pretty girl, I'll lose myself in you'

The blue polish spread across your nails as you guided the brush with concentration. You were humming nothing in particular, but you were happy to be spending some time with your best friend after the past few months exhausted you. 

“I keep telling him to use the door,” Wanda’s voice broke you from your focus from your half-painted nails. “I swear, you’d think he’d remember.” She was talking about Vision, as she was almost always doing so. You were so close to pushing them into a room together and not letting them out.

She set the smoothie Nat made her down on the nightstand, tucking her leg under the other as she rested beside you once again.

Your lips quirked up in a soft smile as you chuckled, meeting eyes with her. “Maybe he just wants to see you that badly,” you bump her with your shoulder and go back to fixing the nail polish that dripped onto your skin.

You her ‘tsk’, an old habit she picked up from her mother years ago. She had dropped the Sokovian accent, but her mannerisms and habits were still with her, a subtle way to keep her culture alive now that the area was destroyed. 

You held your fingers up to your face, blowing soft air out of your mouth to dry the polish as the strong scent stung your nose. The color was a calming blue, light, but not quite the kind of blue one would find in the sky.

Perhaps you liked the calming color, perhaps it reminded you of the color the sea turned when storm clouds reflected on its surface. 

Or perhaps it reminded you of someone in particular. 

“Wanda!” 

You lifted your head up at the familiar voice, attention once again taken from your nails. Wanda lowered her head towards you, a soft smirk pulling at her lips. 

Of course he had to come in now. 

“Here comes your favorite person,” she joked, earning a telekinetic shove from you that left her tumbling over onto her burgundy rug. She giggled and sat herself back up, flicking her wrist and sending your hair flying in front of your face with a flash of red. “Don’t be so rude.”

“Wanda?!” The voice rang out again, and as you pushed your hair out of your eyes you saw the person you both dreaded and wanted to see, Wanda’s twin.

“Yes, Pietro?” She asked, fighting the urge to mess with you again and instead looking up at him. 

He leaned against the doorway, his eyes glancing at you for a split second before turning back to his twin. “I didn’t know you had a guest over,” He smiled, looking back at you. Unlike his sister, his Sokovian accent was still strong, and he hadn’t made any effort to change it.

“We all live in the same compound,” She replied, screwing the lids back onto the polish bottles and placing them on her nightstand. “And you’re barging in here.”

“You left the door wide open,” he spoke to her, but kept staring at you. You stared back, a smile spread across your features despite your best efforts. 

You couldn’t help it when you fell for Pietro. In fact, it was entirely an accident. You remembered meeting him in the middle of the issue with Ultron, right when the stakes were climbing to their highest. You didn’t know him well then, you barely knew anyone well then. You were new. Naturally, though, you used your abilities to help clear out as many people from the doomed country as possible. 

'You were helping a family of five onto the hovercraft when Pietro sped past you, rushing to cover Clint, who was holding a young boy to his chest. That’s when you felt the wind of jet engines above you, and when you looked up to see Ultron controlling the jet, you knew what his objective was. The guns started to click on the side of the jet and all you remembered doing was holding your hands out and stopping the bullets before they could hit either Clint or Pietro.'

That was nearly a year ago. And you were sure he hadn’t forgotten the situation.

Who would? You had saved his life.

“I’m hungry,” his voice broke you from your thoughts and you peeled your eyes away from where they had been stuck staring. His face. You could swear you saw him smirking at you. 

Wanda caught the shared glances between you two and hummed, settling herself in a comfortable position, her back sitting against the side of her bed. “Go cook something.”

He whined. “But you make better food.”

“You’re the older one.”

“Oh, yes, because I learned how to cook well in the twelve minutes it took for you to be born after me-”

“I’m just saying-!”

You laughed quietly at their exchange. Despite everything, the two still acted like the siblings they were. Despite the loss of their parents, the torture HYDRA put them through, the experiments, the ruination of their home country, they were still each other’s safety. You were happy the both of them still had that. 

Wanda rolled her eyes at her brother and looked at you, the gears turning in her brain. “How about you go help Pietro?”

Your head shot over towards her, your eyes widening a bit. Pink spread across your cheeks and you shook your head at her, giving her a warning look. 

‘Don’t make me.’

‘I will,’ her voice rang in your mind, sending chills down your spine. You almost always forgot she was able to speak to you without having to actually talk. 

She waved you off anyway, an oh-so-genuine smile still on her face. “Please? I’m…busy,” she picked up her red-bound journal and waved it in front of her.

You could hear Pietro mock her in a high-pitched voice from the door. “'I’m too busy writing in my little diary to help my poor brother cook'. Soră enervantă.” 

You watched as she chucked a book at him with her magic and he yelped. 

“Oh, you’re busy?” You said accusingly, standing up and crossing your arms. “What came up that made you so busy?” 

She thought for a moment, shyly holding up the journal while also trying to come up with another excuse for herself. 

Of course, she didn’t really need one, you knew she was spewing bullshit. 

However, on cue, Vision faded through her wall, looking around with a slight mechanical whir to his movements.

Pietro’s jaw clenched as he saw him and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Hey, no, no, no. What did I tell you about coming into my baby sister’s room like that?”

You snorted.

“Twelve minutes older~” Wanda said in a sing-song voice, smiling down at her lap at Vision’s company.

The robotic man looked between all of you, his features blank as they almost always were. He looked between you and Pietro, then back at Wanda. He picked at the gray sweater he was wearing for a moment. 

He took a moment to analyze everyone, trying to comprehend the situation and the tension in the air. “Let us go for a walk,” he said to Wanda. 

She lifted her head up and smiled at him. You stood up by the door, arms crossed, both upset at her plan to get you and Pietro to hang out, but also happy that Vision was there to keep her company. 

“A walk?”

“Yes, a walk,” He nodded, his robotic voice ringing with an English accent, Jarvis’ voice. “The fresh air would feel nice, I believe.”

“No, no, no,” Pietro started shaking his head and stepped towards him, making you put your hand on his chest to push him back out into the hall. “What fresh air do you know of?”

“Okay, Pietro, let’s just go-” You said and pushed him out of the room and into the hall while he was having his fit. “You two enjoy the…fresh air?” You made eye contact with Wanda, who shrugged.

Once you were out in the hallway, Pietro continued to mumble and complain, even after the door was shut. “The fresh air?! What does he know about fresh air, honestly!”

You huffed out a laugh and shook your head, grabbing the sleeve of his blue jogger and pulling him towards the kitchen. “I don’t know, probably everything? He has everything ever studied in his database, you know.”

“Psh,” he rolled his eyes at that, glancing down at your face.

“Mhm, I think you’re just overprotective.”

He scoffed at you slightly, pulling at the hand you had on his sleeve. He stayed quiet for a moment, the only sound being your combined footsteps hitting the metal floors. “Sure, prințesă.”

Your face turned bright pink at the nickname. Of course, it did, you loved when he called you that. 

His eyes were trained on the nail polish you had on, the same blue color of his training suit. The corner of his lips pulled up, and you swore you saw his ego inflate just a little bit at the sight. 

‘Shit.’

After a bit, he pulled his arm away from you and walked into the empty kitchen, stretching his arms over his head, which you had to dart your eyes away from in order to avoid shamelessly staring. 

Despite the amount of Avengers that lived in Tony’s compound, the rooms--excluding everyone’s bedrooms--felt empty and lifeless. If they could all agree on anything, it was that Tony could not decorate to save his life. That’s why you were thankful to spend so much time in either your room or Wanda’s, except for Steve’s weekly ‘Sunday family dinners’, which were always hectic. 

“What do you want to eat?” You asked, opening up the cabinets, which were almost always stocked with random spices and ingredients. At least you knew you’d probably never go hungry. 

“Food, maybe,” he smirked, leaning his elbows on the table and watching you. He used the table to stretch out his back, probably from a long run. 

“Food, maybe,” you mocked, trying to mimic his accent under your breath.

You heard him chuckle behind you, the back of your neck burning hot to match the blush on your face. 

“Do I annoy you, prințesă?” He leaned over the sink, washing his hands under warm water. 

You swallowed, taking out items to cook a nice salmon. “Sometimes,” you said as you closed the cabinets above your head. 

“Ah,” You heard him straighten up, drying his hands on a hand-towel and walking behind you, watching you over your shoulder as you poured the oil into the pan. “You’re doing it wrong, you know.”

Your jaw clenched a bit, fighting back an insult. You exhaled, putting the bottle back onto the counter by the stove as you clicked the burner on. “All I did was pour the oil.”

“Yes, but…” He took the packaged fish from beside you and moved past you to work at the kitchen island. “You will burn it if you leave it sitting there while we work on the salmon.” He peeled the plastic covering off the top, crumpling it in his hands and playfully tossing it at your face.

You stopped it mid-air with your powers, staring at him with an unimpressed face. He only smiled at you before turning back to the fish as he placed it down on the cutting board. 

You watched him as he prepared the fish to cook. “I thought you didn’t know how to cook.”

“I never said I didn’t,” he corrected you as he sliced the skin off the fish, placing the knife back down on the counter and grabbing the seasoning. “I said that I like Wanda’s cooking more.”

“Hm.”

“Hm,” he mocked. 

You stepped away from the stove, letting the oil sit in the pan as it heated up and grabbed the asparagus from the fridge, as well as some onion.

The two of you worked on the food separately, standing right next to each other at the kitchen counter. You swore he was watching you out of the corner of his eye.

You both worked in silence for a little while, the only sounds being the chopping off vegetables and Pietro’s quiet humming.

Once you were done, you moved over to dump the chopped food into the stove, failing to realize just how long the oil had been sitting there and how close it was to catching flame. 

Before you even had the chance to dump everything into the pan, Pietro had sped over and pulled you back right as the oil caught on fire and lit up on the stove. Thankfully, you were able to telekinetically catch the food before it hit the ground, placing it back on the counter while also trying to catch your breath.

Pietro reached over quickly and turned the stove off, the smell of burning oil burning at your noses. After a couple more seconds of recovering from the shock, both of you started laughing.

He held a hand to his chest and looked at you. “This is why you should start listening to me, fată drăguţă.”

You started calming down from the laughter, a smile still on your face. “What’s that?”

He froze, but a smirk stayed on his face. “What’s what?” He began to play dumb, picking up the pan after putting the fire out and placing it in the sink to wash off the oil residue. “That I said you should start listening to me?”

“No…” you said, putting your hands on your hips. “The other thing.”

He chuckled under his breath, scraping the oil off with a spatula before placing it back on the stove and generously dousing it in oil once again. “Don’t worry about it.”

You just stared at him in confusion for a second and then tried to scoot past him to get to the fridge to put the rest of the vegetables away.

"Oh-ho-ho, see," he points the spatula at you. "I knew you would be difficult, I know you."

"Oh, am I being difficult? Huh?"

"Yes, you are," he said in a soothing voice. "That's what I love you for."

You might've possibly been the stupidest person for skipping over that.

~~~

“I’m sorry,” Wanda said, sitting crisscrossed on your bed later that night. “He called you what?” She dropped the braid she was working on in her own hair, draping it gently over her shoulder

You bit into the brownies you and Pietro had made after dinner, crumbs spilling onto the plate sitting on your lap. The two of you were watching ‘Golden Girls’ on the TV, enjoying another slow night. You licked the icing off your lips and spoke. 

“Fată drăguţă, I think. That’s what it sounded like at least.”

The dim lighting made it difficult for you to see how she was staring at you, her mouth dropped open slightly as if she was looking at the stupidest person in the world. And at the moment, she swore yshe was. 

“Fată drăguţă,” she repeated, shrugging her shoulders. A sarcastic look spread across her face. “Oh, yeah, fată drăguţă, that means nothing at all!” You felt a gust of magic smack you upside the head.

“Ow!” You said, nearly dropping your plate onto the green comforter covering your legs. “What-”

“That means ‘pretty girl’,” she said, making your eyes widen at the information.

Pietro called you pretty girl, out of nowhere, while you two were simply cooking?

Of course, you decided to play dumb. “What, the smack upside the head?” You laughed, looking back at the TV with an egregious amount of blush spreading across your face. “Thank you, Wanda, you’re pretty too.”

She glared at you after that, staring at you with a perplexed look. After a moment she just rolled her eyes and put her plate on your nightstand, before rolling over onto her side and laying her head on your pillow. “Vei fi moartea mea,” she mumbled.

“What was that?” You asked, turning to look at her, eyebrows raised up in confusion.

“I said ‘love you, sleep well, friend,'” she lied and closed her eyes.

You shut the lights off and set your plate beside the bed, rolling over and pulling the covers over yourself as well. You closed your eyes for a second before they snapped back open.

'Pietro said he loved me'.

"Wanda," you reached over and shook the woman's shoulder, earning a shove from her. "Pietro said he loved me."

"I know," she said, staying with her back turned to you. "I heard."

You sat there thinking for a moment before smacking her side. "I hate that you can read my mind."

She giggled. "I hate that I can read everyone's too, now sleep."

[hazbinhotelxreader]

Stressed Carmilla x female reader smut

Words: 783

“Stress Reliever”

A/n: I posted this yesterday but saw it was on mature…so I’m reposting it.

A/n: lol I’ve done a lot of Carmilla stuff. I’m working on Lucifer too! I just find carmila easier to write since I’m attracted to females (and her the most out of the show). But anyways hope you enjoy!

(Requested by: Erin26_94 on AO3)

Warnings: submissive Carmilla, Dominant reader, gentle sex, praising, gay sex, oral(vaginal)

Info: takes place after “Whatever it takes”. Carmillas stressed out due to velvette and the meeting, and she is gifted with some pleasure from you.

Carmilla sighed softly as Zestial left the room. She went over and grabbed some alcohol, pouring it into the glass again but then drinking the bottle instead. Velevtte had stressed her out greatly. Almost exposing Carmilla being responsible for the death of the exorcist.

She sat down at the table and rested her head on her hand, closing her eyes to take a deep breath to calm herself down, that’s until she gets a knock on the door. “Come in.” She commanded sternly. You enter the room with a concerned smile, carmillas expression immediately softening, so did her voice. “Mi amor..is there something you need?”

“Odette and Clara told me you were feeling a little stressed, so I came to check in on you” you said softly and concerned, walking over to her and kissing her gently on the side of her head. She sighed softly and looked up at you with tired eyes.

“Yes..Velvettes catching on my love..” she admits and rubbed her forehead out of stress. “Such a respectless brat…” she grumbled frustrated with today’s meeting.

You chuckled at her insulting one of the VEES, after all they were pretty respectless, and rude, so they kinda deserved it. “Want me to help you take away that stress my love?” You offered as you traced her thigh

She looked up at you, and nods. “Yes..I would love that..what did you have in mind?” She asked, leaning in the chair more comfortably now.

“Well…I can let you release that stress out with something more….passionate~” you say seductively and continue to trace her thigh.

Carmilla blushed softly. “I’m not sure love..we are still in the office..I’d rather not-“ she was cut off from her worries by you.

“Don’t think about that okay? We’re the only ones here and it is late, no one’s going to come in..tonight is to focus on you. Okay?” You reassured, moving your hand up to her hips.

She sighed softly in relief. “Okay then…I trust you on that my dear..” she said and stood up, making you push her to sit on the table. She was slightly confused of what you were doing but didn’t question it and allowed you to continue.

You got on your knees and started to pull off her pants, she blushed as she looked down at your figure. You discard the pants and set them on a nearby chair, and you start to trail soft kisses up and down Carmillas thighs, making her shiver and arch her back in response. “You’re so good for me..” you praised her softly and kiss up towards her sensitive sex.

Your hot breath hits carmillas sensitive folds, causing her to let out a soft gasp and grip the edge of the table. “Mi Amor….” She choked out, arching her back and wanting release. You gave into her wishes and started to leave long licks onto her pussy. She moaned out and used all her strength to not grab your head and push you into her. You continue to leave long and soft licks and kisses onto her core, your fingers massaging her thighs.

Your warm tongue finally enters her sobbing and tight pussy, you tasted the inside of her as her thighs tighten around your head, making your breath hitch. “Ohhh…Mi Amor…keep going…” Asha said breathy and placed her large claw onto the back of your head to push you in more while her thighs kept you in place. You moan and thrust your tongue in and out of her, your hands gripping onto her large thighs and holding her tight. “oh mierda….yes..yes..” she moaned out as she got closer to her climax.

Your eyes shut tight as she throws her head back in pleasure, crying out your name as her hips grinded into your face, her large hand holding your head into her and fingers twined into your hair, her large thighs holding you close.

You taste the familiar salty and warm liquid fill your mouth and you swallow every drop of her precious cum, milking the rest out with your mouth. You pull away and pant, standing up and gently kissing Carmillas lips, she wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed back, her tongue dancing with yours. Your lips parted, strands of pre-cum and saliva connected your mouths, and she spoke up, panting softly.

“Your incredible Mi Amor….”

[katsukikisses]

birds of a feather: chapter two [hawks x reader]

chapter summary: keigo invites you over for the first time and lets you check out his wing-keeping kit. in the process, you learn a few things about his world.

chapter tags: childhood friends; neighbors trope; alternating povs; taking care of keigo's wings as a love language.

cw: prejudice; socioeconomic differences?

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“'Do not enter' is written on the door way, Why can't everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay, — Alex G, Treehouse

The first time Keigo invited you over, you were ecstatic. 

The invite in itself was long overdue: the two of you had been friends for a year and neighbors for nearly two, so the fact that you’d never once stepped foot in his house during that period seemed like an intentional oversight. You didn’t mind always hanging out at yours’ (rather, you quite liked having Keigo inside your house), but you were insatiably curious about how your hybrid friend lived. You wanted to know what color his bedsheets were, what kind of cereal lined his pantry—everything there was to know about a person, really. 

However, your parents always told you that inviting yourself over was very rude, so you never pushed. You figured there was a reason for his hesitance and eventually stopped asking “ Your place or mine? ” on the walk home from school, letting your house become the default hang-out spot. That’s why, when, on a gray, inconspicuous Tuesday, Keigo asked if you’d like to come over, you were completely caught off guard.

“Wha—?” you sputtered, suddenly having lost the ability to form sentences, “Me, over? House?”

Keigo looked pleased at the state you’d been reduced to. “Yes, you-over-house,” he mocked, “We can even us-play-video games.”

“Shut up,” you reddened. “I’m just surprised since we usually go to mine. B-but I don’t mind going to yours at all! Let’s hurry.” 

You shifted your backpack higher up on your shoulders and began speed-walking down the street, leaving Keigo behind you. You didn’t want to give him the time to change his mind. The blonde snorted, but quickened his pace to match yours. 

Soon, the two of you made it to your street. You took a brief moment to dash inside your own house and yell that you were going to Keigo’s—eliciting surprised Okays from your parents—before dashing back across the street to Keigo’s side. Laughing at your eagerness, he unlatched the front door and entered, leaving you to follow. 

Your first impression of the Takami household was that it was similar to yours: staircase left of the foyer, living room connected to the kitchen. The similarities were to be expected, given that your houses were most likely built by the same construction company—but that was where they ended. Unlike your house, which your mother kept fastidiously white and empty, Keigo’s was full of life. The walls were painted a pretty sage green, and lined with pictures of Keigo, his mother, and an older couple you assumed were his grandparents. The windowsills were also filled with all sorts of plants and herbs, adding a welcome splash of color to the room. It was a stark contrast to the sad, blank interior of your own abode—Keigo’s house had character .

“I know it’s not as nice as yours,” Keigo apologized as he watched you take in your surroundings. “My mom insists on keeping all these dumb plants and—”

“Keigo, I love your house!” you exclaimed, cutting him off. “It’s so much prettier compared to mine. I wish Mom would let us paint our walls or keep plants, but apparently Architectural Digest says that’s not Beige Chic , or whatever.”

Keigo smiled. He knew he shouldn’t have doubted your reaction. “Okay, well once you’re done admiring my pretty house, come upstairs so I can beat you at Mario Kart.”

Your eyes flashed excitedly, immediately leaving the picture you were inspecting to follow after Keigo. “Sure you will. Hey, remind me again who’s the reigning champion?”

The blonde gave you an irritated look, but before he could retort, you were pushing past him up the stairs and into his bedroom. This was what you’d been most curious about on your walk back, and you couldn’t wait any longer to see it. Ignoring Keigo’s words of protest, you opened the door.

“Wow,” you blinked at the sight. “It’s very…angry.”

You didn’t know what you’d been expecting, but it hadn’t been… this . Keigo’s bedroom was practically devoid of anything except for Endeavor , his favorite superhero. The walls were plastered with posters of the flame hero, and a row of his figurines lined Keigo’s desk. Atop his twin-sized bed sat a small Endeavor stuffie, which smoldered at you menacingly from across the room. 

You spun around to face your friend. “Keigo, I didn’t you were a fanboy!”

In the doorway of his room, Keigo flushed a red that rivaled his plumage. 

“It’s not—I’m not a fanboy ,” he sputtered, “I just happen to like the show! And they always have a lot of his merch at the thrift and—you know what, I don’t need to explain myself to you. Just sit down.”

Laughing, you took a seat on the carpet and faced his XBox. “Whatever you say, fanboy .”

Keigo valiantly ignored your comment and began rifling through a box of controllers. You took this time to take in the rest of his room, which, aside from the Endeavor paraphernalia, was completely unassuming. There wasn’t much furniture other than a bed and desk, and what little else Keigo did possess was painted in dull shades of grey. The only splash of color was the green sweater he’d been wearing yesterday, now stuffed haphazardly into his drawers. Your eyes lazily followed the outline of the cabinet, until they reached the small box resting atop it.  

“What’s that?” you pointed to the box curiously.

Keigo looked up from where he’d been setting up the XBox—an ancient thing he and his mom had scored at Goodwill—and spotted what you were pointing at. “Oh, that’s my wing-keeping kit.”

“Wing-keeping?”

“Yeah,” he shifted his wings, letting them catch rays from the window. The red plumes gleamed like rubies. “You didn’t think they were naturally like this, did you? This kind of exquisiteness requires serious upkeep, YN”

“Oh,” you said dumbly. The sight of Keigo’s feathers fluttering was nothing short of mesmerizing, and, for some reason, you liked that he was showing off to you. “Can I see the tools?”

The words left your mouth before you could think about them. You watched as Keigo’s wings immediately came to a still, and you internally groaned. Here we go. 

Over the course of your year-long friendship with Keigo, you’d come to learn a lot about the blonde. You knew that he liked superhero shows (specifically Endeavor: Legend of the Flame) and that his favorite subject was History. He could run a 7-minute mile—the fastest out of all the fourth-grade boys—and was a fiend for fried chicken. You knew that, despite being relatively popular, he didn’t really like the other kids at school, and you were probably the closest thing to a best friend that he had. And most importantly, you knew to never, ever talk about hybrids around him. 

At first, you figured he was just annoyed by your questions. As the only hybrid in your class, Keigo was constantly being probed by your classmates about his wings or eye markings. He’d never ignore them, of course, always answering their queries good-naturedly—but the tight-lipped smile he wore during those interactions betrayed his agitation. As your friendship progressed and you interacted more frequently with the blonde, though, you realized it wasn’t just questions about himself that irritated Keigo—it was whenever humans talked about hybrids at all. The week your class covered Japan’s history of hybrid discrimination, Keigo had resolutely faced the window and didn’t take a single note; and whenever Endeavor fought a hybrid villain on screen, Keigo huffed and asked to skip the episode. Little incidents like those deterred you from asking any questions related to his bird appendages, and even more from inquiring about the reason behind his anger. 

Thus, you’d gone an entire year avoiding discussing anything hybrid-related with him. You figured that, as with him not inviting you in, he’d eventually get over it—you were sitting in his room right now, weren’t you? Plus, he couldn’t hate humans altogether if he was friends with you. There must be a logical reason behind his behavior, you reasoned.

Except, you’d blown any chance of that happening, now that you opened your big fat mouth and asked about his wings. And the first time he invited me over, too, you bemoaned internally. You’d at least wanted to see the kitchen before you got kicked out!

“Um, sorry,” you backtracked, “I don’t know why I asked that. It’s personal, I know—sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Keigo replied, equally hesitant. He took a deep breath as if preparing himself for a daunting task. “Um, if you really want to see, I can show you. The tools, I mean.”

Your jaw nearly fell to the ground. “Really? I can see?”

“Yeah, it’s no big deal,” he said, sounding as though it were absolutely a big deal. He walked over to his cabinet and swiped the kit off the top. You watched, disbelieving, as he made his way back to you and deposited it unceremoniously in your lap. 

The first thing you registered about the kit was that it was heavy—heavier than it looked. It was constructed of smooth wood paneling and about the size of a book, with no indication of what resided within it save for a small feather engraved on the top, and perhaps the faint smell of essential oils emitting from it Your fingers fluttered over the ridges of the box, and, with one final seeking glance at Keigo, you lifted the lid off the top. 

As the smell suggested, the inside of the kit was lined with various vials of oil, each labeled something different. Laying next to the oils, their sharp edges cushioned by the velvet interior, was a collection of tools: shears of various sizes as well as several brushes and clippers. They glinted menacingly in the afternoon light, causing you to reign in a shudder; you couldn’t imagine using tools like that on your own body. 

Keigo watched your expression carefully. “I have to trim and condition my feathers about every two weeks,” he explained, “Or else they’ll get tangled and torn.” 

“I didn’t realize they required so much attention,” you tore your gaze away from the box and faced him. And, for the second time that day, your mouth moved before your brain. “Can you show me? How you do it?”

“…Sure,” he said after a momentary pause, looking faintly bemused. “It’s been a while since I last trimmed them, anyway.” 

He began picking out various tools and oils from the box. You leaned forward, eager to see which ones he chose. When it came to Keigo, it was like you could never know enough. 

He lined the three oils he’d grabbed—labeled “primaries”, “secondaries”, and “contour”, respectively—on the floor. “The different oils are for different parts of my wings,” he said, extending out his left wing as he spoke. “My primary feathers are these long feathers out here, and the inner ones are called secondaries. And these are my contour feathers, which make me more aerodynamic—they help me fly better, basically,” he amended, noticing your blank stare. “But before I do that, I have to trim them.”

As he finished his explanation, he removed a large tablecloth from the bottom of the kit and unfolded it on the floor. He picked up one of the shears he’d taken out earlier and began trimming off the edges of his wings. Red tufts fluttered to the floor, like autumn leaves shaken out of a tree. You stared, enthralled, before his earlier words registered in your mind. 

“Wait, fly? I thought you weren’t…allowed to,” you trailed off, realizing you were approaching dangerous territory. Hybrid Limitations were one of the most contentious topics in Japan, and you figured that Keigo, as an avian hybrid, would have his share of thoughts on it. 

Instead of becoming upset, though, he merely shook his head. “I’m not,” he confirmed. His words were punctuated by the steady snip of shears coming down around another feather. “This kit was passed down to me from my grandfather, and during his time there weren’t restrictions on winged hybrids. So it still contains flight-care stuff.”

“Oh,” you said, “Do you wish you could fly?” 

Keigo peered at you through the folds of his wing. Randomly, you were struck by the memory of the first time he came to your house; cold and wet, focused on drying off his wings while you chattered annoyingly at him. 

“Maybe,” he set down the shears and picked up one of the vials of oil. Surprised, you realized he was already done with trimming. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get to, though.”

Keigo gave his wings a firm ruffle, shaking off any lingering feather trimmings. Then, he poured a small bit of oil into his palms and began carding them gently through his longest feathers—the primaries, you recalled. You watched in silence as he worked down his wing, coating each plume in a thin layer of oil. Usually when Keigo was focused on something, he had a look of intense concentration on his face: brows pinched, eyes narrowed. Yet, now, his expression was relaxed and peaceful—this must be calming for him.

As he got closer to his inner feathers, though, he had to strain his neck to oil them properly, and his tranquil expression dissolved into a more concentrated one. “My mom usually helps me with the back,” he explained, sounding slightly frustrated, “It’s harder for me to see back there and—”

“I can help you,” you said. Keigo’s hands stilled in his wings, and you wondered a bit too late if your offer had been inappropriate. But you’d already breached all sorts of boundaries today, so what was one more? 

Keigo cleared his throat. “Um, sure. Come, uh—come closer.” 

“Okay,” you shuffled over to behind him. “Um, what do I…”

“Grab the oil labeled ‘secondaries’.”

“Okay.”

“Pour a little into your hands—yeah, that’s good. And let it heat up a bit in your palms.”

“Okay.”

“Now, you see the feathers at the bottom of my wings? The shorter ones.”

“Yeah.”

“Work the oil into them, from the root to the ends.” 

“Okay,” you gulped. Your hands, covered in a sharp-smelling oil, shook as you reached toward the feathers. I have to do this right , you thought determinedly—you couldn’t bear it if you accidentally hurt Keigo. 

Slowly, you grabbed the outermost feather and began working the oil into it. If your own hands hadn’t been shaking so badly, you might’ve noticed the way Keigo’s wings shuddered, too. 

After you got through the first few feathers without doing any damage—and leaving Keigo content, seemingly—you became more confident in your abilities. Your movements were more fluid, and your shoulders untensed—you could see why your friend found this relaxing. 

Once you finished the secondaries, you moved on to the last section: his contour feathers. You picked up the appropriately labeled oil and found that it was much fuller than the other two. Recalling what he said about not being able to fly, you sadly realized that those feathers probably didn’t get as much use as his other ones, therefore needing less maintenance. With newfound vigor, you uncapped the vial and poured a generous amount into your palms.

“I hope,” you began, “That you get a lot of use out of this oil one day.”

“I hope not,” Keigo replied, “That’s the most expensive one.”

(He knew what you meant, though.)

It was rare for Takami Toomie to see her house during the day. 

Well, it was nearing evening, technically, but sunlight was sunlight. Between her job at the restaurant, the hospital, and…the other one, she’d practically become a vampire—she couldn’t remember the last time she came home before midnight. But today all the stars had aligned perfectly: her coworker had agreed to cover her shift, the hospital hadn’t called her in, and—best of all—the fried chicken ordered from their restaurant never got picked up, leaving it up for grabs. 

Toomie recalled staring at the steaming bucket of chicken for the entire pick-up hour, and then snatching it up as soon as time was up. She’d flushed when her coworkers saw her shove the food into her bag, but their judgment would be nothing compared to the joy of seeing Keigo smile—something that happened too infrequently for Toomie’s liking. Though, it's not exactly like I encourage him to be more carefree... 

Shaking off her guilt, Tookie pushed through the front door of her home. She smiled at the sight of rays filtering in through the window and meandered over to the kitchen, where she set down the bucket. A glance at the clock told her that Keigo was already back at school, and her smile widened. They could eat together! 

She grabbed her phone from her bag and began searching for the LNs contact. She assumed Keigo was with them, considering he slept over practically every day now. It was a development she tried not to be too bothered by, as she knew it was lonely for him here. Still, she couldn’t help but be wary of the situation. YN seemed like a sweet kid, on the few occasions she’d met them, but one could never be sure…

She sighed as finally found the contact. Keigo would be a little upset at being called back early, she figured, but his disappointment would definitely disappear as soon as he saw the chicken. Plus, the two of them hadn’t had dinner together in forever. Reaffirmed in her decision, Toomie made to hit Call on the contact—but just as her finger was about to tap the screen, she heard the faintest sounds of conversation emanating from upstairs. 

Toomie paused. It sounded like two kids...did Keigo have a friend over? Curiously, she made her way to the stairwell and strained to listen, wings shifting nervously behind her. Keigo never told her that he was bringing someone over, and he wasn’t the type to sneak around behind her back, either. Immediately, terrible thoughts filled her head. What if someone had followed Keigo home and they were hurting him upstairs? Or what if someone had broken in and were robbing them? Panicked, she dropped her phone and sprinted up the stairs, wings flapping madly behind her. They ached from disuse, but she didn’t even register the pain. Her only thoughts were Keigo, Keigo, Keigo. 

She threw open his bedroom door, and the sight that greeted her was more horrible than any robbery or bullying. Keigo was sitting on the floor, wings spread out to their maximum length, while you kneeled behind him, gently carding oil through his inner-most feathers. Next to you was Keigo’s wing-keeping kit—a gift from his grandfather, her father —with various tools and vials spilling out of it. Everything was out in the open for you to see.

At the sound of the door hitting the wall, Keigo turned around. “Mom?” his eyes widened. “When did you get back?”

“Just now,” she replied, her eyes flitting between the two of you. “You didn’t tell me you were having guests over, Keigo.”

Hearing this, you sheepishly stood and bowed to her. Your hands, still covered in oil, hung awkwardly in the hair. 

“I’m sorry for coming over uninvited, Takami-san,” you apologized, “I should’ve had my parents call you.” 

At the sight of your nervousness, Toomie’s agitation subsided. “It’s alright, YN-chan,” she said, attempting a kind tone. But her day had been long and she’d worked the night shift beforehand and—she just wanted to have dinner with her son. “I’m just surprised, is all. Plus, it’s Keigo who should’ve said something.”

She turned her attention back to her son. “You need to tell me when you have hu—people over, Kei.”

She barely managed to cover her slip-up. Keigo raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her. 

“Well, I didn’t know you were even going to see them, since you don’t usually get back until later. Why are you back this early anyway?”

Toomie groaned internally. Wasn’t he a little young for the rebellious stage? “I got off work early,” she said tightly, “And I thought we could have dinner toge—”

“Is that chicken?” Keigo cut her off, finally registering the mouth-watering smell wafting from the kitchen. His wings, freshly clipped and conditioned, raised excitedly. Toomie couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.

“Oh, well then I should probably go,” you said awkwardly, wiping your oil-covered hands off on your school uniform. Toomie wished she could’ve told you to not do that, as wing-keeping oils were notoriously difficult to get out of clothes—your skirt would permanently have greasy handprints on them now. But before she could say something, you were nimbly sliding past her in the doorway and into the hall. 

“Please enjoy your dinner!” you smiled at the two of them. 

Keigo jumped up from his spot on the floor and ran after you. “Wait, YN,” he said, “Don’t go yet.” 

He glanced briefly at his mother, asking her an unspoken question. But the woman was looking at you, still wringing your hands awkwardly in the hallway.

Toomie exhaled softly through her nose. After all those free dinners they gave Keigo, she thought miserably, Practically every day of the year…how could I even come close to repaying them? 

“Yes, YN-chan, we would love for you stay for dinner,” she lied, “Do you like fried chicken?” 

Your eyes practically sparkled as you thanked her excitedly, assuring her that, yes, you loved fried chicken. As the three of you made your way down the stairs, Keigo pulling you by the wrist, Toomie couldn’t help but mourn her lost dinner. The bucket was a share-size, yet with how much Keigo ate, he could probably put away the entire thing—it had been a stretch for the two of them to share, much less three people. Looks like you and Keigo would be enjoying an adult-free dinner, tonight. Toomie sighed, resigning herself to a trip to the konbini. She’d refrained from snacking on kitchen scraps and sent-back meals as she usually did during her shift, not wanting to spoil her appetite, and this was what she got. Honestly, with her evening plans now canceled, she might just head back to work—clearly, she could use the extra money. 

Toomie watched as Keigo tugged you into the kitchen and began pulling plates and silverware out of the drawers. She wondered how she could gracefully bow out of the dinner—kids didn’t really think too hard about those sorts of interactions, but she also didn’t want you to report back to your parents that Toomie didn’t bother spending any time with you. She was already going to be the mom who brought back a bucket of fried chicken as dinner, for God’s sake.  

Still ruminating over her dilemma, Toomie didn’t notice you seemingly lost in your own thoughts. Even as Keigo set the dinner table—for three people, the little idealist—you remained standing, simply staring at the bucket. 

“Actually, Keigo-kun, Takami-san,” you started, spinning around to face them, “I have a good idea! My parents are having yakisoba tonight, along with some other vegetables. Fried chicken goes great with yakisoba, doesn’t it? We should take it over to my house and eat together! My mom’s always asking you to come over anyways, Takami-san.”

You finished with a bright grin on your face. Toomie only blinked in response. 

(Perhaps you deserved a little more credit than she gave you.) 

“That’s really nice of you to offer, dear. I think we’ll take you up on that.” Toomie managed. From across the kitchen, Keigo gaped at her—she knew he’d expected her to decline. “You’re too kind, YN-chan.” 

You, too, seemed shocked that Toomie actually accepted—a deserved reaction, considering the amount of times she’d turned down your family’s invitations in the past. But you recovered quickly, your blinding grin overtaking your face once more.

“It’s my pleasure,” you said brightly. You picked up the bucket of chicken and started out the door, suddenly heading the whole operation. “I hope we can eat before the sun sets!” 

Keigo hurriedly shoved the plates back into the drawers and dashed after you, calling for you to wait for him. Toomie smiled at the sight, before sighing again and walking over to the fridge. She began rifling through its contents—some leftovers from work, a pack of expired beer—in hopes of dredging up a side dish. Impromptu as this dinner was, she couldn’t be so pathetic as to only show up with cold fried chicken. 

Yet, even as Toomie peered into her frighteningly empty fridge, she couldn’t help but feel content with the outcome of her evening. Absolutely nothing about it had gone to plan—but Keigo was smiling, wasn’t he?  

Maybe YN would be good for them, Toomie admitted. 

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author's note: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I'm sorry it took so long to come out. This chapter explores more of Keigo's life since the first chapter was very reader-focused, but Toomie's also able to give us an outsider's perspective on YN. I think due to having very present and communicative parents she's become emotionally intelligent at a young age (which I see in a lot of the kids at the private school I work at lol); however, a lot of the practical application still depends on socializing with kids her age and besides Keigo she doesn't have a lot of practice with that…but we'll see more in the coming chapters 🫣🫣

Thanks for reading and I can't wait to see you guys in the next chapter!

[lani-heart]

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parings -> riki nishimura x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> n/a word count -> 2.4k

abstract -> he's perfect how he is... but can maybe change for her.

y/n’s perspective

“Niki, we always do this” I whined as he locked himself in the bathroom. I needed to get him ready for tonight’s party. If I didn’t have to go I wouldn’t… but with my family pushing me into choosing a major in business, they're making me befriend other kids who are from wealthy families. 

“Please… I don’t want to go alone” I begged but he didn’t respond. It was running late and the driver was gonna be here soon… so I might have to go alone today. 

I gave up trying to convince him and I went to do the final touches. Grabbing a jacket, fixing my makeup, and grabbing everything I needed. 

When I left my room, I couldn’t help but smile. 

“You’re gonna go with me?” I asked and he nodded. “I can’t let you go on your own” he muttered and I chuckled. “Besides, look at how forgetful you are,” he said as he pulled my hair roller off my bangs. “Oh,” I said genuinely forgetting as he laughed at me. 

“Do you–” “Yes, I have my tail ring on. I’m ready, now let's go before your dad starts calling”

Riki Nishimura was a stray hybrid I met when I was a kid. We were on a vacation trip to Japan when I saw him. I offered him some food I had on me and he took it from me to eat it like he was starved. 

My parents were already wanting to get me a hybrid so I begged them to keep him. In which they reluctantly agreed. However, when we found out he wasn’t a normal black cat hybrid they agreed. 

He was a panther hybrid and has been with me for years. We grew up together… However, my parents never liked how rowdy he was. Even now they tell me to get another hybrid, one that could join me in dinners, parties, and one who is overall more well-behaved. 

I wasn’t gonna let them replace him. He was my best friend, my number one confidant. Besides… who needs a fancy and well-behaved hybrid? Niki was way more fun!

niki’s perspective

It was the same old party they threw with the same kids as their rich human parents and new collectibles. They liked to collect new hybrids where they’d show them off and then throw them away… but not y/n. 

Without her, I probably would still be mistaken for an overgrown cat hybrid on the street. It doesn’t mean I liked being gawked at and set a price on what they’d trade her for me. Of course, she’d never let them... I’ve seen how annoyed and angry she gets and it made me happy she cared so much. 

I cared for her too… She was clumsy and an idiot so she needed someone to take care of her. So I'm here… at a stupid party filled with spoiled rich kids. 

Not to say she isn't spoiled… she is. However, I never questioned that she loved me. She always makes that clear with everything she does for me. 

“Oh! You’re y/n right?” I heard and I saw a girl behind us with what smelled like a bird hybrid. “Mmhm… have we met before?” she asked why I didn’t think so… I would’ve recognized her and her hybrid. “My name–”

I didn’t care what she had to say… I just didn’t like how her hybrid kept on staring at me with those eyes of his. What was his problem?

I was cut off from my thoughts when suddenly the topic of discussion became me… 

“He’s really pretty and exotic too! I just haven’t heard good things about him, you know?” she said and I had to refrain from growling at her. Who was she to talk right in front of my face about me? And to y/n?

“Jay here is well-behaved! He’s from America you know–” Is that supposed to make him impressive? Congrats bird you’re a pet! “–it's just a shame you know. I wanted a bunny or maybe a cat hybrid” she pouted and I could see his disappointed expression. 

“Oh, Niki is really sweet but he’s solitary–” “You should invest in a social hybrid you know?” she cut her off to say. Rude… why would she need another hybrid when she has me?

“I like the way he is, he’s been with me since we were kids so there's no way I could ever replace him like that,” she said and I felt proud. 

“I heard about how much you care for him. I guess rumors were true” she said and I knew she was amongst those who talked about why she couldn’t get a nicer and social hybrid who smiles and dotes on her. I do dote on her… and I’m only nice to her. Everyone else was pushing it. 

“What is he if I can ask?” she said and y/n only sighed while looking up at me. “He’s a puma hybrid from Japan,” she answered. “Woah! I heard puma hybrids were rare! I thought he was just a cat… makes sense then for how tall he is.” she said as she got closer to me. 

“Oh please don’t do that. You’ll make him uncomfortable.” y/n said as I went behind her. 

“You should take him to the training you know. It's for the hybrids who need manners… they are opening classes in your university for hybrids'' she said… she stalked y/n to know what university she was in? She needs a life. 

“Oh… I know of them. I think he is just fine the way he is” y/n said and she bowed. “If you’ll excuse us,” she said and we walked away from the pair. “She was a bitch” y/n muttered and I laughed.

“Calm down, you have an act to uphold,” I said and she sighed. “y/n?” I said and she looked at me with her eyes filled with determination to answer to give me anything I asked for. “Why didn’t you tell me your uni is having hybrid classes?” I asked and she sighed. 

“They're mainly about etiquette. She said how to take care of your owner… how to behave in a social setting, etc” and I nodded. 

“I want to go,” I said and her eyes widened. “But you're perfect–” “No, I’m not… I caused you a lot of trouble. I heard your dad get mad again this morning. He didn’t want me here because of last time” I said and she shook her head. 

“Yah! Don’t do that!” she scolded and I smiled softly. 

“Please? You said you would give me anything I asked for. I want to be a better hybrid for you” 

“I can’t believe I'm agreeing to this,” she said and I smiled. “Thank you for letting me do this,” I said and she sighed. “I hate that the class requires collars though. I would’ve rather you had the tail ring instead” she complained and I chuckled.

“You’ll do great in your midterm, okay? Don’t worry about me” I said as I kissed her cheek. “After we’ll go for some Japanese food,” she said and I grinned. “Takoyaki!” I yelled and she chuckled. “I’ve been craving some curry udon,” she said and I nodded. 

“I’ll do my best for you,” I said and she smiled. “You already are. Don’t change, okay?” she asked and I nodded. I just wanted to improve for her… 

When I entered I was immediately overwhelmed with the many scents of hybrids. I ignored the stares of the familiar scents and went down into the big lecture room. 

I sat down in the middle of the third to first row, not expecting others to approach me. “Ah! I’m not late!” I heard as I saw a Golden

A Retriever hybrid suddenly entered… he didn’t have a collar nor the scent of a domesticated hybrid. He grinned at me and I suddenly regretted staring… “I’m Jake, and you are?” he said as he approached me and sat next to me.

I heard the laughs around us, probably of me socializing with another hybrid. “Riki,” I said and he nodded. “I think your collar is cool!” he said and I chuckled. “Of course it is, I chose it,” I said and he looked confused. 

“Your owner must be kind,” he said with a wagging tail and I chuckled. “Hey, isn’t that miss l/n’s hybrid?” I suddenly heard a bunch of whispers and I sighed and slouched down to my chair. 

“Oh? Do they know you?” he asked and I scoffed. “Don’t get it mixed up, they know OF me, they don’t know me” I said and he nods 

“They seem to know your owner,” he said and I scoffed. “They don’t know her…” I muttered. “Is she nice?” he asked and I laughed. 

“She’s perfect” 

y/n's perspective

“I thought you were going home after?” I heard and I saw Wonyoung with Seonghwa. I nod, “I do, I just need to pick up Niki, he’s taking etiquette classes,” I said and they both froze. “Your dad is making him take classes?” Wonyoung said and I chuckled. 

“No, he wanted them for whatever reason. I tried to convince him otherwise but he insisted” I said and they both looked at each other. “Oh shut up the both of you,” I said and they chuckled as they caught up with me. 

“He’s so spoiled if you just fold like that,” Seonghwa added and I scoffed. “You do spoil that cat a lot” Wonyoung teased and I rolled my eyes. “Have you told Hongjoong–” “He would kill me in my sleep if I ever brought it up” Seonghwa cut me off and I chuckled… that's true. 

We finally made it to the building where the hybrid classes are taking place but I didn’t see Niki… I saw the hybrids out already so where was he? 

“How long is it gonna take for him to come to you?” Wonyoung asked and I didn’t know. I looked at my phone, and the class should’ve already ended by now. “Why’d you even allow it?” Soenghwa asked and I sighed. 

“Cause he wouldn’t let go of it. He begged and begged… I couldn’t keep denying it” I said and they sighed. “She’s whipped for him, that's the answer,” Wonyoung said and Seonghwa nodded. 

“Oh? y/n!!” I heard as I saw the girl from the party again with her hybrid. What was her name again?

“You’re Wonyoung and Seonghwa, right? I’m e/n” she said. “I’m glad to see you’re having Niki taking this class,” she said and I sighed. “His name is Riki,” I said and she looked confused. “Oh? But you call him Niki?” she asked.

“That's a nickname that she only calls him, he will glare or even scoff if he hears you call him that,” Seonghwa said and it was true… I've called him that since I was a kid and yet he never let anyone else call him that. “This class should teach him otherwise,” she said and I had to refrain from scoffing. 

“Oh, you should look into a secondary hybrid,” she said and I glared. 

“I wouldn’t get another one,” I clarified. “Riki would get too jealous,” “Or he’d kick the other hybrid out himself,” Wonyoung and Seonghwa added. 

“But if you were to get one he’d have to comply with her. She’s the owner,” she said and I shook my head. “Well, I was thinking of something cute… maybe a fox? Ooh or a pretty cat!” she said while looking at herself in a pocket mirror fixing her lipstick while her hybrid looked at her with a sad expression.

“I wanna go home” I suddenly heard. Niki? 

“Why do you have scratches on your face? Are you okay?” I asked and he avoided eye contact when I grabbed his jaw to look at his wounds. He nodded, “I wanna go home” he repeated and I sighed. 

“Ok, just let me take this off,” I said as I took off his collar and took out his tail ring. “Riki!! You forgot… Oh. Please don’t be mad at him! He was only defending me!!” I saw a dog hybrid yell while he held Niki’s backpack. Seonghwa grabbed it, holding it for me. 

“Please, it's all my fault. Don’t abandon him because of me!” he pleaded and even bowed. I looked at Niki who looked away. “Why would I abandon you? Niki, what happened?” I asked and the other hybrid soon stood up but looked down to my hands. His collar? I sighed and turned Niki around when I clipped his tail ring. “Thank you for caring about him but he’s not in trouble. You should find your owner, they must be worried about you–” “He’s a stray” I was interrupted by e/n.

A stray? “Did you see? It's why they make the hybrids wear collars because they need to know by the end of the class who is a stray and who is owned. It's a mixture of people like us who pay and hybrids of low status who need major help like him. He’s probably also a runt” she said suddenly in disgust as she stepped back.

“Thank you for looking after Niki,” I said and he nodded with a small smile. I grabbed the backpack from Seonghwa as I looked at him and I saw his worried eyes. “Come on, I'm hungry,” I said as I dragged him away from the lecture hall and everyone else while I heard Wonnie and Seonghwa complain about me abandoning them…

“I still want that udon curry,” I pondered and he sighed. He grabbed his backpack and clipped his collar there as he walked silently. “Did you fight for him?” I asked and he nodded silently.

I smiled. “That’s very kind of you,” I said and from the corner of my eye, he looked at me confused. “What were they doing to him?” I asked and he sighed. “Called him a runt… a stray… useless. It was all when the teacher left for a break and I don’t know why I did but I fought for him” he said and I smiled. 

“That was very brave of you. I’m proud of you Niki!” I said with a grin and he smiled softly. “The teacher gave me a warning cause he said if he told you that you’d return me,” he said and I chuckled. “We’ve been together for years! I could never do that” I said and he nodded. 

“Still want takoyaki?” I asked and he chuckled. “Always!” he yelled as he ran ahead of me. 

“HEY!! NO FAIR!! YOU HAVE LONGER LEGS!!”

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what the fuck? [Reggie Peters x fem!Reader] (Julie & The Phantoms)

(~from the vault~)

You and Reggie have been secretly dating for a while now, and Luke seems to have caught on to that. Who would have taken Luke Patterson for such an observant guy?

Word count: 2,244

Warnings: a few paragraphs of making out I think that’s it

[...]

"What?"

"What a shame your parents don't use their cool-as-hell pool," you pointed out, looking at the sky through your shades.

"Their loss. But you know. There’s kinda no one around," he smirked, a mischievous look in his eyes to accompany whatever implications that came with his comment.

"Huh. That's true. Funny," you kept on, feighing obliviousness.

He flashed that smile that made all the Sunset Curve fangirls melt and swam to you, your faces now inches from each other.

"Hey."

"You’re so stupid," you let out a laugh before closing the space between you, entrailing your arms around his neck before kissing him.

You didn't get to keep on at that for any long before you could hear Reggie's name being called from outside, instinctively making you jerk away from each other. The voice you heard was undoubtedly Luke's.

You all really did have this habit of just randomly showing up at each other’s places.

"Luke?" Reggie yelled back.

"Dude we called you like three times!"

"We're in the pool!"

"Oh sweet!" Luke exclaimed, and you heard the back porch being unlocked. In a few seconds, Luke (and Alex, apparently) were standing above you by the edge of the pool.

"Y/n?" Alex asked, brows furrowed together.

"Hey!"

"Uh why are you here?" Luke asked bluntly.

"Okay rude? I just came by and we decided to go for a swim."

Luke didn't seem to be buying it. "You just came by. For no reason."

"Did you not just do the same thing?"

"She has a point," Alex pointed out.

"Whatever. We’re going in!" With that, Luke took his shirt off in one swift motion, throwing it somewhere behind him on the floor, not caring about where it landed, and jumped into the pool. Alex went for a softer approach, taking his shirt off slowly and putting it on the floor with a safe distance from the pool, so it wouldn't get wet, before stepping in. The difference between them was so loud it was almost comical. 

You smiled to yourself as you watched them interact.

. . .

"Okay, you gotta tell me what’s going on." Luke had cornered you on your way to get changed after a few hours by the pool.

"What do you mean?"

"This was a date right?"

"Uh. This?" You motioned between you and him. "I'm sorry to break it to you, loverboy-"

He rolled his eyes at you. "Stop being funny. You and Reggie dumbass!"

You let out a nervous laugh. "What? No! I just came by! Don't be ridiculous."

"What so you just came by because you were bored or something?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't invite me and Alex because?"

"Oh is that what you're on about, Patterson? Are you sad we didn't invite you to hang out earlier? You and Alex get to hang out just the two of you all the time!"

"Yeah but that's a little different don't you think?"

"Whatever."

"Okay well yes I am a little upset about that but I get it, you know, like I'm not hurt about it."

"So why are you being so annoying about it then?" You questioned, half-joking.

"Why are you wearing Reggie's shirt then?"

"Because I didn’t come here planning on swimming! That's all!"

"Uh-huh. I don’t buy it."

"Well okay." You pushed him aside and walked up to Reggie's guest room, where you'd left your clothes.

. . .

"Bye Reggie!" Alex exclaimed, the last one to bid him goodbye.

Reggie waved in return, smiling.

"Oh wait!" Luke stopped walking, turning back around. "We should do something tomorrow."

"Okay," you agreed.

"Like what?" Alex asked.

"I mean we could go to the movies maybe," Reggie suggested.

You let out a laugh. "Not when I am this broke."

"What? I'll pay."

"For all of us?" Luke inquired, confused.

Reggie went visibly flustered. "No, I don't think I got the money for that."

"We could just go to the beach," Alex offered.

Not a bad idea. "I mean yeah. It’s pretty hot outside."

Luke looked at you with a quirked brow, and you knew it was about you having your arms crossed against your chest because of the night breeze.

You rolled your eyes at him. "You're insufferable you know that? It's hot outside when the sun is out!"

"Fine by me," Reggie shrugged, agreeing.

"Okay. Eight?" Alex asked.

"What? I'm not waking up at eight on a saturday!” You exclaimed in response.

"Why not?"

"That's too early! It’s gotta be at least ten!"

"Oh but that's no fun! We don’t wanna catch the 12AM sun, I don't wanna go home looking like fucking shrimp or something," Luke intervened.

"Fine. But I hate you. You should know that."

He blew you a kiss. "Love you too." 

Alex turned back to you, signaling he wanted to get going. "Okay. Eight AM tomorrow then. Bye Reggie!"

"Bye Reggie!"

"Bye Reggie!"

. . .

"You're really not gonna talk?"

"Ohmygod why are you so persistent about this? I already told you there’s nothing going on!"

"Okay did I miss something?" Right. Alex didn’t know what was going on.

"Well she is hiding something from us And I think it has something to do with Reggie."

"Oh," was all Alex said in return. He looked like he was thinking about something. You didn't ask.

"Well I know there's something and I'm gonna find out what it is."

"Well Sherlock Holmes, be my guest."

"Oh actually can I? Fought with my dad this morning."

"Can’t you go to Alex's?"

"Don’t think Alex wants any more trouble having to do with me."

You frowned in confusion. "They almost catch you together again? I mean if you still want me to pretend to be your-"

"No! I'm just trying to keep things cool. I think uh- I think I'm gonna tell them about it. Soon."

"Oh. Really?"

"Yeah. Just trying to make some money first in case they kick me out."

"They're not gonna kick you out," Luke got himself into the conversation again.

"Can’t really know."

"If they do kick you out, we'll find a way alright?"

Alex grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly, nodding.

You went back to Luke. "Okay. Fine. But you gotta get in through the window cause my mom's at home tonight."

"Can we eat something? I'm starving."

"Yeah yeah okay, when she's asleep."

. . .

"Are you really not gonna tell me?" You and Luke were both sat on the kitchen counter now eating sandwiches, your mom long gone asleep.

This was getting annoying. Since when did Luke Patterson become so observant?

"Oh my fucking god! I forgot how annoying you can be when you want to."

"Please? I can see the way you look at each other!"

"And how do we look at each other?"

"Like you're in love or something!"

"Are you officially going crazy? Are you doing okay?" You put you hand over his forehand, pretending to take his temperature.

"Just tell me!"

"This isn't a slumber party, Patterson, we’re not braiding each other’s hair and talking about boys."

"We could!"

"Tell me about Alex then!"

"Well what do you wanna know?"

It was pretty obvious he'd thought talking about his own boyfriend would maybe get you to admit there was something going on between you and Reggie, or maybe even just that you had a mere crush on him.

Luke went to bed very annoyed at the fact that talking about his own stuff got him nowhere with you on that topic.

. . .

“You sleep in my room, you eat my food, you annoy the fuck out of me and now you want me to paint your nails?”

“I thought you were my best friend!”

“We’re going to the beach! No one at the beach is gonna care if your nails are painted or not!”

“Ugh, fine! But you’ll paint them when we get back?” Luke pleaded, and you rolled your eyes, making sure he saw it. 

“Fine. But you’re annoying.”

“Gotta have something in my favor.”

You were done packing for the beach day pretty soon, getting on your way to meet by Reggie’s place. Alex was already there when you arrived. 

“It’s almost 9!” Alex exclaimed, and Luke walked up to him, draping an arm around his neck, and you knew him enough to know he was trying to distract him from the fact that he'd been late. Poor Alex, someday the three of you would cause him a heart attack.

“Well Y/N here wouldn’t wake up.”

“Fucking liar? He literally bugged me for twenty minutes about painting his nails and ended up with non-painted nails anyway. Why would you willingly date him?”

Alex laughed. “Trust me that’s something I ask myself everyday.” Luke pinched his cheeks, knowing he was joking. 

“You love me.”

"Yeah, yeah," Alex smiled, blushing.

“Could you guys be cheesy somewhere else?” Reggie asked, only having heard the last part of the whole conversation as he was just now walking outside, eyes promptly squinting because of the sunlight. He went inside the house and came back quickly with shades on.

“You’re just mad you’re single.”

“I’m not s- mad. I’m not mad. Just uh- annoyed.”

Alex looked at Reggie weird. Luke looked at you weird. Neither said anything about any of it, nor about the fact that Reggie, with his already very pale skin, was read all around now, from his cheeks to his ears and all the way to his chest, visible underneath the white tank top he was wearing.

Now, Reggie lived right by the beach, so the way there was really just crossing the street.

You settled yourselves down and stayed there, in silence, as you took the view in for a bit. And then obviously enough time passed so that Luke couldn’t take staying still anymore, sunbathing clearly being too calm of an activity, and he dragged you all to the water.

The water, which was stupidly fucking cold, which got all three of you yelling at him for, to which he just laughed in response.

You all stayed in there for a while, not really doing anything but talking and occasionally starting water fights against each other (with an honorable mention to the one game of chicken that was held also), until it was about 11. By then, you were all really hungry, so you decided to just leave.

Reggie’s parent’s were on a trip, leaving the house to yourselves, and you comfortably got to making lunch. Everyone wanted something different, so you just ended up making everything at once, which got you weird combinations like ramen noodles and tomato soup. Who the fuck eats tomato soup for lunch on a summer day anyway?

When you were done, none of you really had the energy to change, just letting your clothes air-dry as you still wore them. It was a really hot day, to be fair, so it didn’t take long. 

The tiredness of the morning at the beach mixed with being full and the summer heat got all of you to act like you'd just ran a marathon, too lazy to do almost anything.

“You guys wanna write something?” Alex asked, and everyone groaned in protest.

“If we can stand,” Luke pointed out. 

“Come on we haven’t written in days!” Alex said, getting up right away. You didn’t feel like it, but he was right, so you reluctantly did so as well.

“Come on you babies.” You called, as if you weren't gathering every ounce of energy you could to even stand. "Where's the bass?" Reggie lazily pointed to the guest room, and you nodded before getting on your way to grab it.

“Dude.” Luke suddenly sat up as soon as you were gone.

“What?” Reggie asked in return.

“She seems pretty comfortable around here huh?"

“What? So do you.”

“Why are you guys making this so hard? Just say you’re into each other and go out!”

“What?”

“You are into her, aren't you?”

“Uh-”

“Here! Okay no drums but I do think you brought the drumsticks?” Alex confirmed with a nod. “That’s good enough.”

. . .

“Well what did you expect you baby?”

It was the day after you went to the beach, and Luke, who had insisted on staying in the water longer than everyone else, had a cold. Like it always happened.

“Not this?”

Alex rolled his eyes at the weak answer, but couldn’t contain a smile. You couldn’t contain one yourself.

“Whatever. Bobby should be back by now, we should go get him.”

“In this state?” Alex questioned, as if not believing him.

“I’m not that terrible!”

Reggie laughed, patting him on the shoulder as he walked past him on his way to sit by you on the couch. “Yeah man sure.”

“I’m offended!” He grabbed Alex by the wrist, forcing him to stand up from the chair by the dining table. “We’re going.”

“But-” You protested, about to suggest calling Bobby instead of going over.

“You can stay,” Luke said, a smirk forming on his face. 

“What do you mean?”

“We’ll be right back! And you two will talk it out!"

"Talk what out you psycho?"

"You know what!"

With that, they left in a second, leaving you and Reggie puzzled, with the house to yourselves for at least a little while.

Well, Luke had left a lot to interpretation, right?

. . .

“What?” You asked in the midst of your laughter. Whenever you made out with him, you felt was this weird feeling of being completely alone, which sometimes had led you to rather unfortunate events in which you forgot his parents would be coming back home, or that the boys were waiting on you for something and you'd had to make up excuses or find some way to hide in some situations, even, but it's not like you would trade it for anything else.

Right now he was staring at you as you tried to kiss him, and you weren’t getting it.

“You’re just pretty.” You were sitting on the couch, your back pressed to the side of it, your faces inches from each other, your bodies flushed against one another. He had both his hands on your jaw and you had yours around his neck, and this was perfect.

You could feel your cheeks burn. It wasn’t fair, you know? The way he knew just how to do that. And how aware he was of it, too! You could see it on his face, he was very clearly proud of himself for having that kind of effect on you. Who would’ve believed you if you told them, Reggie Peters, sweetest guy you knew, had a thing for getting you flustered. “Shut up.”

He smiled that dumb smile of his. “You know, I think we should tell them.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. They seem to be pretty supportive. And insistent," he added.

You laughed at the last part. “I guess. Fine. When?”

He shrugged. “Soon. Today? When they’re back? I don't know, I don't think it has to be a big deal, right?

You thought about it. “Sure.”

He nodded excitedly in approval before leaning in again.

Kissing Reggie was always sweet, no matter what. You could be making out at full speed, like the world was ending, and you would still feel appreciated. When everything had started you'd wondered if things would start to feel different with him- too different.

But after a while, you supposed it was still the same Reggie, after all.

And right now he was very obviously eager. It usually happened when he got excited about something, like a new riff he wrote and was proud of himself for, or some cool clothes he found, or, well, like right now, you supposed because you’d decided to finally tell your friends you were dating. 

You couldn’t keep yourself from commenting about it.

“You’re eager.”

“You’re hot.” You were always taken aback when he said things like that. Sure, Reggie wasn’t just that sweet innocent childish boy everyone insisted on seeing him as, but it was always odd seeing him get like that. In a good way, obviously. 

He resumed to kissing you, his hand descending to your waist, pulling you even closer. Suddenly, your back was pressed against the couch seat, and he was on top of you, but he was really careful as to not press his full weight on you, as he always was.

You were certain this boy would be the death of you.

You laced your hand to the hair on the back of his head, deepening the kiss even more, and he grabbed your other wrist with his own, pinning it right beside your face before intertwining your fingers with his. It was intimate in its own way with him, and it was hot and it was sweet at the same time and your head felt like it was buzzing, unable to think of anything else, really. Then you could feel his hand move down your waist to one of your thighs and he had the nerve to smirk against your lips when you involuntarily let out a sigh and-

“Okay what the fuck ?”

You were startled by Bobby’s voice, immediately jumping away from each other, ending up at opposite ends of the sofa, both panting, not having realized how out of breath you’d been until you pulled away. At the entrance of the living room stood Luke, Alex and Bobby, who, well- apparently had gotten back from his trip- all looking flustered at the scene they’d just witnessed.

Bobby and Alex were looking anywhere but at you, but Luke was wide-eyed, making direct eye contact with you specifically.

“So you were hiding something from me!”

“Huh. Surprise?” Shit, you were never gonna live this one down, were you?

[dreamingofmarauders]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐎𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙬𝙤

James Potter x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Summary: In which an Order mission goes wrong and James realizes that you may not hate him as much as he thought.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fighting, blood, crying, injury, swearing

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“You all are to be in the area around L/n Manor tonight.” Dumbledore said to James, Sirius, Marlene, Remus, Dorcas, Fabian, Gideon and you one evening at another Order meeting. You visibly had paled upon hearing the name of that hellhole. It was a building that haunted your nightmares even today, after all, you had only managed to slip away from your vicious family’s clutches not too long ago.

“L/n Manor?” You asked hollowly, hoping you had misheard.

“Yes, Miss. L/n.” Dumbledore replied making you shut your eyes for a brief second. “You will be leading the mission.”

“M-Me!?” You sputtered.

“Indeed, as you would have the most knowledge of the area, it is the best choice to have you direct the mission. All I want you to do is to see if you can collect intel and if needed, duel and capture any death eaters. The more of them we can take down, the faster we can end this war.”

You nodded, still in disbelief but you vigorously shook your head. Now was the time to work against the wrongdoings of your family. You straightened yourself up with an air of determination.

“As you wish, Headmaster.”

And an hour later, you along with the rest of the members for this particular mission, found yourselves scattered around the outside of L/n Manor.

You watched on while gritting your teeth as anger washed over you, as looking at just the mere building that you had spent years suffering in ignited a fire within you.

“Aw, why so upset at the sight? It’s home sweet home after all, darling.”

You jumped at the sudden voice, slapping a hand over your mouth to prevent a shriek from escaping.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Potter!?” You hissed at James who merely shrugged his shoulders while bearing a mischievous grin on his lips.

“Thought I’d grace you with my glorious presence.”

You raised an eyebrow as you scoffed, “You sure you’re not, Sirius Black?”

This made James let out a chuckle and you immediately slapped a hand on his mouth, making him stare down at you with wide eyes.

“Are you trying to get us caught?!”

However these words just flew over James’ head as he stared at you, making you squirm slightly in discomfort under his intense gaze and you removed your hand, returning your eyes to the Manor. The young Potter however kept staring at you, his body feeling something he had not felt many times before.

“It’s rude to stare, Potter.”

At that, James snapped out of his trance, folding his arms over his chest.

“I was not!”

“You were.”

“Was not!”

You hummed, “Whatever makes you sleep at night.” You answered, grinning teasingly.

James opened his mouth to retort, however a huge rock blasted behind him, making you both scream and raise your wands as you got into battle form, standing back to back.

“Shit!” You said, “Where’s the attacker-“

More explosions and yells cut you off as your fellow Order members were also suddenly attacked by death eaters. You made a move to get to them but James pulled you back as three dark figures materialized around the pair of you.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You cursed. This was not supposed to happen. They had somehow figured out you were coming. Again.

Voldemort’s followers had merely been waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack, after having lulled the Order into a false sense of security.

“Confringo!” Someone shouted and a spell headed your way, which you quickly deflected. Meanwhile James was doing the same. You both remained back to back, throwing spell after spell at the dark figures.

“Immobulus!” You shouted and this time the fast moving light managed to hit one of them directly on the chest, freezing the death eater entirely. You pushed on with a new air of determination at your victory, and shot another spell at the other figure, who, watching their partner fall defeated was distracted and failed to notice the spell too late, and also got knocked over.

You let out a small air of relief as you heard James behind you take down the final opponent the two of you had.

“We have to get to the others!” You shouted, as chaos rang all around you. James nodded, however your eyes widened as you saw another masked death eater appear over his shoulder, who had raised a wand at James’ back.

“Sectemsempra!”

You shoved James out of the way.

He fell to the ground which made him glare in anger as he thought you were finally showing your true colors. However when he looked up, his face drained of all color.

You were writhing on the ground, blood seeping through your clothes and pooling around your body rapidly. You let out cries of agony as pain shot through your whole being.

James rushed towards you, dropping onto his knees.

“No! No! No! No!” He muttered as he tried to stop the bleeding, all his attention on your small frame that he had forgotten the threat was not over. A bright light zoomed his way but Sirius had managed to make his way over and deflected the spell, and fired one of his own, which took down the death eater.

“Prongs!” He yelled but James just stared at your form, fussing over as he tried to heal you. “PRONGS!” Sirius shouted, making James look at him. “You have to take her back, we’ll take care of the rest.”

James nodded, picking up your body and turning on the spot. He stumbled as he landed near the outskirts of the new safe house acting as Headquarters currently, with you in his arms.

He looked down at you and fear filled him up. You were slipping into unconsciousness as your eyelids were dripping closed.

“Fuck!” He said, “Come on, stay with me, Y/n!”

You could barely see him as you were slipping into the darkness, but you managed to mutter out. “At least I’ll have died for a good cause, huh? Celebrate all you want, P-Potter…” Your head lolled back as your eyes rolled into your sockets.

“Shit, you’re not dying on my watch!”

James kicked open the door and rushed in, catching the attention of Molly Weasley.

"Oh dear, what happened?" She asked as James rushed you into a room, laying you down on the bed.

"I-I don't know. One second everything was fine, the next second she was on the ground. I don't know what spell hit her b-but I can't stop the bleeding." James rambled his eyes fixed upon your form.

Could he really have been wrong about you this whole time?

"I can't get the bleeding to stop." Molly stated, straightening.

James paled even more, if that was even possible.

"But there must be something we can do!" He exclaimed in panic. "She can't..." He broke off, not being able to voice the thought.

"I'm going to get Lily, she's training as a Healer anyway. Hopefully she can get the situation under control." And with that, Molly rushed out the door, leaving James alone with your dying form in the room. The silence was suffocating, but it was your rasped breaths that were scaring James.

You had saved his life and taken the blow of the spell. He couldn't let you die, even if he did hate you before. He just couldn't let you die. He wanted to be able to make it up to you.

Lily rushed in, followed by Molly, wide green eyes surveying the situation before she pulled out her wand, beginning to mutter incantations. However, you were turning more pale by each passing second as every healing spell failed to work.

"Evans!" James cried out in panic, "Why isn't it working?"

Lily frowned, staring at your body in thought before muttering another incantation, "Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur."

The words almost flowed like a song and James watched with relief that the bleeding had ebbed away, and it appeared that the wound was being healed. He released a shaky breath and rubbed his face.

Molly, having muttered something about preparing a good meal for you, walked out of the room, leaving James with Lily working over you.

Lily straightened, her face looking slightly pale.

She was feeling sick, now knowing what the spell created by her former best friend really did. She still couldn't believe the man now was the same innocent boy, who had introduced her to the magical world.

"I can't believe it." She breathed out.

"What?" James asked, tensing up. Lily turned to face him.

"The spell that was used on Y/n was something I had once seen in Severus' potions book. I-I hadn't realized what the spell did but now I know. I can't believe he once used to be my best friend." Lily explained. "If I hadn't ever seen the counter-curse to it in his book, Y/n would have been..."

Dead.

Lily shook her head, getting rid of the thoughts roaming in her head.

"I'm surprised to see you this stressed though, Potter."

James' brows furrowed, "Meaning?"

"I mean you hate Y/n, but now you're here worrying and so panicky, it's ironic." The redhead answered.

James frowned, "I was not!" He cried indignantly before he slumped. "She saved me."

Lily's eyebrows shot up, "Saved you?"

James nodded, "She pushed me out of the way and the spell hit her." He said, looking at your now sleeping form. "I just don't understand why."

Lily gave him a sympathetic look. "She isn't bad as you perceive her to be. Y/n was nothing but kind to me at school."

James blinked owlishly. Lily sighed, giving him a pat on the shoulder before exiting the room.

He had once pursued Lily, chased after her endlessly but the redhead never agreed and soon, James was so crushed he decided to move on. Although, now he stared at you, wondering why he felt this feeling he hadn't felt in years.

A feeling that had only ever filled his whole being when he was chasing after Lily.

He shook his head, slapping his cheeks lightly. What in the world was he thinking?

James stayed by your side as Lily came back and gave you some potions like the Blood-Replenishing Potion, due to the severe loss of blood. He stayed by your side even after everyone had returned from the mission. He stayed by your side well into the night.

Guilt was eating him up and he truly wanted to make it up to you.

He eventually fell asleep by your side, both your breaths coming out in a synchronizing manner.

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A/N: Hey all! So the fight scene was one big chunk of the original idea I had before I decided to make a series instead, so yeah. Hopefully you all liked it! I'm not good at writing fight scenes so hopefully that wasn't too bad! See you all in the next one! <33

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[petersbaby]

Thoughts - perv/bestfriend!eddie x perv!reader

Warnings: female masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), smut, daddy usage

A bit of a short one >:)

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You had gotten to a point in your friendship with Eddie that you didn’t need to formally knock on doors, you kinda just walk in. This might seem rude to some, but it’s just your dynamic. You’re comfortable, you trust him, you have no reason not to. Today, however, this system did not work to your advantage.

It’s a Wednesday after school, you came home and did your routine. Shower, eat, homework, listen to music. Except this time, you didn’t get quite past the shower part.

You had stood in the hot water, letting it run all over you, purposefully trying to push back thoughts of Eddie that would sneak their way into your mind. Sometimes you’d indulge in them, it was your guilty pleasure.

Thinking of him in a way that you shouldn’t, imagining what he would feel like to fuck. The thoughts won in the end and you shut off the shower quickly, throwing on some clothes and going to your room.

You threw yourself onto your bed, laying back and letting your dominant hand find it’s way between your legs. That hand dips into your pajama shorts, beneath your panties, and it’s fingers started to rub lazily over your clit.

You let out a deep breath, relaxing into your own touch. It quickly became not enough, frustrating, and you reached to open your bedside table drawer. From within it, you find your toy- a dildo, not too big, but not small.

It works, no need to change what works. You push your bottom layers off of you and down your legs, spreading them. You spit in your hand and stroke the toy with that hand- just in case you weren’t wet enough- but you were. Desperately wet.

It slid right in, and your head falls back, eyes squeezing shut. You go back to those thoughts, those thoughts about Eddie. You got lost in those thoughts, too far gone. Before you knew it, you were feverishly chasing a high with one thing on your mind.

“Eddie, please.” You breathe, plunging the dildo in and out of your hole, wet sounds and your moans filling the air. You had no idea he had come into your house. He walked straight to your bedroom door, knowing where it is, to tell you about something.

About what, he forgets, when he pushes it open. He watches for longer than he should’ve, it was admittedly creepy but he had been thinking about this for a long period of time. It was all unfolding, right in front of him.

Eventually it became enough, too much.

“….hey, y/n..”

Your eyes shoot open, looking over at your doorway where your very pretty friend was standing. You quickly and instantly stopped, pulling the covers up over your body as your cheeks burned.

“For me?” He asks casually, sitting down on your bed beside you. He looks at the toy in your hand, you’re frozen.

“No no no no, fuck, no no no.”

“This thing is nowhere near the right size, but I appreciate the thought.”

You throw it across the room for some reason, it felt like the best thing to do, and cover your face with your hands.

“Get out, Eddie. Get out, get out, get out.” You mumble, annoyed that he was being… well, what was he being? He didn’t sound mad or mean, he didn’t sound disgusted. He sounded maybe intrigued, with a little bit of his classic cockiness added in.

He’s honestly nervous, heart pounding in his chest, but can’t fumble this opportunity. He kept his cool the best he could despite the fact he got a boner the second he heard you moaning his name.

“Wha- you can’t kick me out, I just got here.” He says defensively.

“Just kill me” you groan from behind your hands. This was embarrassing, and embarrassing was an understatement. Mortifying.

He places a hand on your knee.

“I’ll leave if you really want me to, but it doesn’t have to be weird. If what I just heard was real and I wasn’t hallucinating, I do the same shit.”

“What??”

“Think about you. When I- yeah. I think about you too.”

“Really?” You start to show your face again, peeking through your fingers.

“Yes, really, so it’s not weird. Just- fuck, Jesus fucking Christ. That was so hot.”

“Stop it.” You start to blush all over again. What was happening?

“No, I’m serious. You don’t believe me?”

“No.” You say, shaking your head. There’s no way he found that appealing, finding your best friend being a perv and pretending they’re feeling you instead of a toy.

“Give me your hand.”

You reluctantly do so, offering it to him, and he pulls it more towards him. He ultimately places it on his crotch, so you could feel just what you did to him. It caught you off guard, shocking you initially.

“Oh.” You automatically say out loud. You don’t remove your hand, though, you let your touch linger and really feel more of him. You couldn’t see it but just by the outline, it was big and you knew it. You were enamored, just running your fingers along it.

“You… you like that?”

“Mhm.”

“You wanna uh, feel it better?” He asks hesitantly, but still really needing some relief from the tight constraints of his black denim jeans.

“Yes, please.” You reply, quietly.

“Jesus Christ. Okay, hold on.”

He unbuckles his belt, then makes quick work of his button and zipper. He pushes his jeans down his thighs, pausing.

“You can just take them off. If you want.” You assure him, and he’s glad. He kicks off his shoes and removes the pants from his body, sitting back and resting on his hands.

You look back down, a big tent in his loose plaid boxers present and prominent. Your hand returns, taking a hold of it through the fabric and squeezing gently, making him groan.

Soon enough, you trace your fingers on the waistband, waiting for permission. You really wanted, no, needed to see it. You’ve gotten this far, theres really no going back now. He takes his underwear off and tosses it with his pants, feeling a little weird about the situation but still really excited.

He was worried that maybe that would show through too much. He felt such a big need to act cool in front of you, and never really thought about the fact that that’s because he likes you. You wanted him too, he thought, there’s no way you didn’t.

He had thought that maybe once he led you to touch his cock that you’d shy away, be weirded out by it, but you embraced it. You kept fucking touching it, and now it was out, right in front of you. You practically drooled at the sight.

You get the urge and you have to do it, you have to take it into your mouth. You shifted, facing him and bending over slightly to reach the level of his cock. You eagerly lick it, right up the bottom side, and his hand immediately finds your hair. He grips it in his hand, pulling slightly.

“Holy shit.” He gasps.

You pull away.

“No?” You ask, confused on if he wanted the same thing you wanted.

“No, yeah. I mean, yes.” He stutters, trying to say the right words. “You just caught me off guard, sweetheart. If you want to, go ahead. Please.”

“Oh. Okay.”

You return to giving his cock some oral attention, licking the underside again and then taking just the tip pasts your lips. You lick the head, sucking on it gently, swirling your tongue around it. His hold on your hair tightens and you moan from the sting of it.

You let your mouth completely relax, taking more in inch by inch.

“Oh, shit, holy shit. Mouth is so good, baby.”

You think for a moment about these sudden pet names, wondering what your friendship would be like after this was over, or if you’d even still be friends. You pushed the thought to the side for later, because you wanted this so bad that it didn’t really matter, nothing really mattered.

You finally take him all the way, tip hitting the back of your throat, and he groans loudly. You set a pace, bobbing your head up and down on his hard cock and hollowing out your cheeks, sucking hard. After a bit of this, he stops you, though. He pulls up on your hair to guide you off. You look at him with big, dumb eyes and shiny lips wet with saliva and slightly puffy.

“I’m gonna cum, like, really soon if you keep that up.” He explains.

“You don’t want to cum?” You ask, tilting your head.

“God, I do. But I want to give it to you. The real thing, you know? This is about you more than it is me. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“You wanna fuck me?” You ask.

“Do you… want me to fuck you?” He asks back, curiously, trying his best not to overstep and suggest something you’re uncomfortable with.

“Yes, please.”

The fucking manners, they get him every time, make him weak. You’re too goddamn sweet for your own good.

He takes your answer and climbs on top of you, unsure of if he should kiss you or not.

“Fuck it, go ahead.” You breathe out, and your lips connect. Almost like you read his mind.

It felt so right. Maybe the best thing you’ve ever done. His lips were soft, pressing against yours delicately.

“Shit, I can’t believe this is happening.” He comments out loud, now lining himself up with your entrance but first running his cock through your folds.

“Soaking fucking wet. Shit.” He repeats.

“I want it so bad, need to feel you inside me.” You practically beg him, even though it’s only been a mere few seconds.

He obliges, pushing his cock into you.

“Ohhh, my god, Eddie. Oh, god, Eddie.”

You moan as he fills you up and stretches you around his cock. You sound just like you did when you were only imagining this, but even better, he thought. Your filthy dreams were coming true, for both of you.

You clasp your hands around the back of his neck to pull him down, back down to your lips.

He bottoms out inside of you, cock buried deep in your cunt. You breathe quickly, panting against his lips while you fully take him in. So much bigger than your stupid dildo, he was right. It stung but in such a good, intoxicating way.

“Good?” He checks in.

“So good, daddy. God, it’s so good.”

You don’t think twice about it, waiting for him to start moving, but see that he looks as though he’s buffering.

He had to be imagining things. What you just said, that could not have really slipped from your mouth so easily. It did, though.

“I like that, shit, please keep calling me that.”

He recollects himself and starts to move, pulling almost all the way out before slowly sinking back in. He repeats this a few times, then soon starts really thrusting at a steady pace.

Your moans were so sweet, they filled the air like a pretty melody and he soaked in them. So sweet, and so frequent.

Every single time he sank into you, you’d mewl for him, throwing in a few stray “daddy”s here and there. You were killing him. Actively fucking killing him. He had no idea that there was this side to you, and just how dirty it was.

He gradually increased his speed and force, eventually ending up pounding you into your mattress.

“Oh, my god, Eddie. Mmmh, oh my god.” You whine out, trying to catch your breath and collect yourself better but failing.

“Yeah?” He asks cockily with a smirk.

“Gonna cum.” You pant, just taking it while he ruthlessly fucks you.

“Good, good. Let me feel it.”

“Oh- mmm, my god, ah”

You throw your head back into the pillows, squeezing his cock and practically sucking him in. Your body shakes as you cum, and you continually chant his name.

Your body tenses up and then fully relaxes under him, and you open your eyes to look at him. He’s determined, flustered. He’s chasing his release too, one he needed so bad.

He slams into you for a few last times before stopping abruptly, cumming inside you. He had fulfilled your need and now was finally enjoying filling his own. When he comes down from his orgasm, he starts to look panicked.

“Oh, shit. Shit. Uh, shit.” He starts to ramble like an idiot, stressed out about possibly giving you a baby by accident.

“Chill. I take birth control.”

He lets out a sigh of relief and you giggle.

He collapses on your bed next to you, and you both just take in the moment, along with all the things that led up to this moment.

After a while, he breaks the silence.

“You know, just so you know… we don’t have to like, date or anything.”

“Okay.” You respond, simply.

“So….”

“Friends. With benefits. Assuming you wanna do that again, because I really wanna do that again.”

“Deal. I really do too.” He laughs.

[itsstrange]

First Impressions

Fandom: Ted Lasso, Sudeikis Fans

Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x F-Reader

A/N: A little something for all you Suds Fans. This will become a mini series, aiming for either 5 to 10 chapters, not sure yet, but it will contain Adult Content so be prepared for it! Warnings will be posted in the beginning of the Chapter!

Summary: “Uhm..,” He furrows his brows as he glances down at you then behind your head, then back to your eyes, “Is this the.. men’s restroom?” In Other words, You didn’t think you’d be meeting your celebrity crush just outside the restroom from a club.

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: (Yes) Will Contain Adult Content, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Jason Sudeikis Being a Soul, Etc.

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Enjoy! ✨💓

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Jesus it’s a maze here. You think to yourself as you do your best in walking through dancing bodies, ducking under wailing arms as they move to the music, brushing past couples who were determined in eating each other out, awhile doing your best in not spilling your drink. Nearly 30 bucks in this cup and you weren’t going to wait another 20 minutes for a new one nor did you feel like walking back towards the monstrosity of a crowd.

So, clutching and guarding your drink like it’s made out of gold, you push yourself to get through the sea of bodies. At one point you even had to dance your way through since that was the easier way to get by, but just as you were getting near the end a hand wraps around your waist, pulling you flushed against a firm body earning a yelp from you. Turning around you see a man grinding on you, sweat rolling down his temples as he moves to the music.

You shake your head at him signaling you weren’t actually dancing, just trying to get through but he clearly didn’t grasp that because he’s back to grinding at you. A laugh escaped from you as you go with the flow and somehow managed to slip from his hold without him even noticing, proving to you that he was extremely intoxicated in.. whatever it was he was on. Still chuckling to yourself— you continue to dance your way through dancing bodies till you’re free from the crowd, making you relax your tensed shoulders and walk the rest of the way to your booth.

You couldn’t wait to share what just happened with your friends, but just as you reached the table where they were talking amongst themselves, the smile that was on your face quickly fades when you don’t see a face with your group.

“Where the hell is Ethan?” You ask a friend over the blaring music,

A knowing look settles on her face as she points out towards the crowded dance floor.

“He started crying then left to the restroom,” The same look ends up on your face as you slam your drink on the table before making your way towards the back of the bar,

Back to the crowd, but at this point you didn’t care. Hell, you didn’t even danced your way through this time, you just rudely walked past them, earning some remarks from people but you kept walking till you made it to the other end of the bar/ club, you still didn’t know what kind of place this was because at one point it felt like a bar until out of nowhere it turned into a raver in here. Quickly you make your way to the restroom, except it wasn’t towards the woman’s, no, you straight up went to the men’s.

Where you noticed just how empty the hall was compared to the woman’s restroom. Looked like a damn airport line just to use the toilet, which had you considering in just using the men’s restroom to avoid such line, but the thought of having to use their space had you scrunching your nose knowing their restrooms weren’t as clean as the woman’s. At least club restrooms. Outside of here they can’t be the same.. right? They shouldn’t be.

Pushing through the doors you walk down the hall till you round the wall, finding Ethan leaning against the sink as he washes his face. The sight broke you, you always hated seeing your best friend cry no matter the situation, but right now you weren’t tolerating it.

Making your way towards him you grip his face before forcing him to look at you, noticing the slight jump scare from him but chose to ignore it as you stared deep in his dark blues.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Ethan says first, words coming out muffled considering his cheeks are squished by your hand,

“Neither should you,” You argue back, still not letting go of his face, “You know what else you shouldn’t be doing? Crying for that idiot!”

Ethan rolls his red eyes, settling them on the wet sink as you continue, “Screw him Ethan! He’s the one losing somebody incredible! He’s the one that lost, not you,”

You tell him, ignoring the way a man comes out from one of the stalls with a confused look as he slowly walks towards the sink where he washes his hands before quickly leaving the odd moment.

Ethan tries pulling from your grip with a roll of his eyes, but you tighten your hold on his chin as you force him to look at you before repeating your words again. Reminding him he’s worth more than some asshole who only wanted games, reminded him he never cries over a man who clearly doesn’t deserve him or deserve his love. Your words brought fresh tears from him but not once did you stop, you kept going, he had to know that he wasn’t going to be wasting his breath or time for some piece of shit who didn’t deserve him.

Tears falling down his cheeks he listens to you, taking in your words, weighing them, holding them dearly to himself like a comforting blanket. You knew he always loved your support no matter what it was for, he loved it and cherished it whenever you gave him a piece of your heart. From the first day of first grade, he knew you two would be joined to the hip, and boy was he right.

Nothing was able to separate you two. Yes arguments would happen here and there, but you two always managed to find each other again, your strong bond was there to keep you both together, reunite you both.

“So, fix yourself. Be a bad bitch and come back outside to have drinks,” You tell him eventually which he nods his head at you, “I mean it Ethan!”

You yell over your shoulder as you walk towards the door. Walking out the restroom you turn to your left without looking, eyes casted behind to hopefully find Ethan walking out the door which caused you to collide with a firm body. However, as you glance up to apologize, the words get caught in your throat along with your body going rigid when you lock eyes with familiar brown orbs.

“Oh sorry bout that,” It was his deep voice that confirmed it was truly him,

You knew his voice like the back of your hand. Being a fan of his work, of him, for so many years you just knew the low pitch of his voice like no other.

“Uhm..,” He furrows his brows as he glances down at you then behind your head, then back to your eyes, “Is this the.. men’s restroom?”

Jesus fucking Christ say something!

“Oh uhm.. yes I’m sorry. I was just—.. my friend he was.. he started crying and then I just—,” You words jumbled together as you remain holding his gaze, however, Ethan coming out of the restroom stops your ramble, preventing any further humiliation,

“Okay bitch! You’re right! Fuck that piece of shit I’m ready for some drinks!” He yells but stops in his tracks when he stands next to you, recognizing the man nearly hovering over you,

“You must be the friend,” He comments with an amused smile, those dimples of his that have always made you swoon appear on his cheeks,

“And you are Jason Sudeikis,” Ethan points at him with a wide smirk,

Jason gives a soft chuckle, “That I am,” His eyes finding your own once again, smile widening even more when you both lock eyes,

“Well this here is my better half, (Y/n). Who is incredibly obsessed with you and your work,”

“Ethan!!” You scream with wide, embarrassed eyes as you look at him,

“What? You’re just staring at him like some weirdo instead of introducing yourself,” He waves you off with a roll of his eyes, causing your mouth open in horror, embarrassment and shock,

You seriously can’t believe this is happening. Can’t believe this is how you’re meeting your celebrity crush, at a bar-club while your best friend introduces you in the most embarrassing way. You honestly didn’t want nothing more than to be sucked to the ground where you can hide away, away from this moment, from him. You’re definitely not going out any time soon.

As if you’d ever run into him again.

Jason on the other hand kept looking between you two with an amused look, smile only widening the longer he kept his focus on your embarrassed frame, then softly chuckling once again when your hand slowly covers your mouth. Obviously you didn’t notice this since you were doing your best in avoiding his gaze.

“Anyways, it was nice to finally meet you. Enjoy your night!” Ethan yells over the music with a wide smile as he taps the man on his shoulder before walking past him,

Jason nods at him with a wide smile, following his dancing frame till he disappears in the crowd before bringing his gaze back to you, where you still stood in shock and embarrassed.

“He seems like a great friend,” He tells you, wide smile still plastered on his face,

You remain staring at him with wide eyes, words not being able to push past your throat, but with the little strength that you had you managed to let some words out.

“I am.. so sorry about that,” You say through your fingers, however, before he can say anything back a man walking by prevents him to speak, which you used that opportunity to walk away,

He watches your frame leave with quick steps, wide smile still on his face as he replays the little moment, being completely hooked on it. On you for some reason. He didn’t know what it was, but he was interested, causing a small chuckle to vibrate in his chest as he makes his way towards the restroom.

You on the other hand, the embarrassment that you felt was so strong that you were considering in ditching your friends and going home, because after what you just encountered? Yeah you definitely want to go home, but you couldn’t just leave them alone, couldn’t leave them out of the blue, or leave Ethan after giving him a whole lecture in the men’s restroom. Just suck it up, it’s not like you’re going to see him again, the voice says in your head as you squeeze your way through the dancing crowd.

So, pushing down that feeling and quickly making your way back towards your group, where they all laughed and talked amongst each other you convinced yourself to stay, because you knew the voice was right. It was such a large building, he could be anywhere inside, which would most likely be in the VIP section of the bar so there was no way you would run into him again, plus, there’s a high chance he just wanted to use the restroom before leaving. Which you hoped because you don’t think you’d want to meet him again, not after that encounter.

So, for the rest of the night you enjoyed yourself with your friends— after slapping Ethan upside the ahead of course— and forced yourself to not look around the building for him. Both to avoid him if seen and just to see if you can catch a glimpse of him again before he left, but after the fifth time of scanning your surroundings and not finding him anywhere you brought your focus to your friends.

Once finishing your drink and taking a few shots with your group, the encounter was buried in the back of your head. Forgotten for the night. You enjoyed the moment with your friends, laughing, singing, talking, dancing and drinking was shared with them as the night went on. After what seemed like your 7th shot— you honestly dont remember how many you’ve had— but the buzz began creeping its way up which made you slow down on your drinks. You were the designated driver that night after all, if you didn’t control yourself now, neither of you would make it back home.

You still continued drinking with them, just paced yourself as well as drinking water on the side. Your friends on the other hand were not counting their drinks by any means, they were determined to drink themselves into oblivion. It seemed like a great idea now, but knowing them all too well they’d regret it the following day. They always do.

At some point during the night, your group eventually scatters, three of them along with Ethan were on the dance floor with men they found, where your other friends decided to go home since they were in no condition to continue with the night. After making sure they got in their Uber safely and paid the driver a heavy tip— in case they empty their stomach during the ride— you walk back inside the building where you debated on walking back to your booth where you’d sit alone or walk to the bar where you can sit on the stools alone. After standing by the entrance like some weirdo you eventually decide on the bar.

You made your way through dancing bodies once again only this time you hardly struggled since the dancing floor had fewer people, considering it was two in the morning and the place closed at three. Yet that didn’t stop your friends from living it up.

Once at the counter of the bar, you sit in the corner which gives you a perfect view of your friends dancing. A small smile tugs on your lips at the sight, you were glad they were enjoying themselves they been through a lot these past few days, they needed this night. Stress reliever. Which is why you let them be till the bar closed.

As you switched your gaze from your friends to your phone then back to your friends, the bartender makes his way towards you, asking if you wanted to order anything before they closed in fifteen minutes. You hesitated, but eventually settled for another jack & coke along with two last shots for the night. Nodding at you he goes ahead and turns around to prepare your drinks. Three minutes later he places two shot glasses in front of you, but just as he did you didn’t notice a figure settling next to you until you hear them speaking out.

“Well if it isn’t peeping Tom,” That deep voice vibrates in your ear drums, causing a cold shiver to run down your spine when you know exactly who it is,

Slowly turning to your right you meet gazes with Jason, who had a large smile on his face. His beautiful dimples displayed on his cheeks.

“Hi,” He speaks at a normal level considering the music wasn’t as loud as it was before,

“H-Hi,” You respond with a stutter, shy smile tugging on your lips,

“It’s (Y/n) right?”

You nod your head, “Yeah,”

You honestly have no idea how your calm at the moment when you’re freaking the fuck out on the inside at the fact of him remembering your name. Which you’d like to point out the encounter happened fucking hours ago, yet, here he is, saying your name beautifully with that deep voice of his.

“I’m really sorry about.. earlier. My friend he can be..,” You shake your head with a heavy sigh through your nose, embarrassment rising once again when you think back to the moment,

However, Jason only waves you off with a smile, “Don’t worry about it, caught my attention didn’t it?”

A chuckle along with a shy smile escapes from you, feeling your cheeks heat up at his words. You still couldn’t believe how calm you were at this very moment, guess you can thank the alcohol in your system for doing most of the work in keeping your nerves down because you knew for sure having any sort of conversation with this man right here in a sober state would not look like this at all. So yes, at this very moment you were glad you took those shots earlier and glad you had ordered two more.

Which you quickly drank one to keep the nerves from rising.

In a matter of seconds you both fall into a deep conversation. It switched from topic to topic, from where you were from, to what you both like to do on your spare time, to what you did for a living which you then responded you owned a bar.

“Really?” He questioned with a surprise yet interest tone,

“Yeah, it’s my uncles bar but he retired a few months ago so now I run it for him,”

“That’s really generous of you, not many people would stay in the family business. That’s pretty cool,” His smile causes a shy chuckle to escape from you, then continues with, “This bar got a name?”

You nod your head with a smile, “Cohen’s Bar, it’s in Brooklyn,”

That got him to raise his brows at you, “You don’t say?”

“Uh huh,” You respond with a soft chuckle, earning a wide smile from the actor when he knew you knew he lives somewhere in Brooklyn,

Another few minutes passed by, more stories were shared with each other which you couldn’t help but smile widely whenever he spoke of his personal life in such high spirits. Regardless of who he’s become over the years, he always had that love and brightness in his eyes when speaking of his hometown or old memories of his childhood. It was truly amazing. Not only because you were talking to this amazing man right here, but because you’re getting to know him in a personal manner and that alone you cherished deeply.

“So, what is the great Jason Sudeikis doing at a place like this?” You ask, curiosity poking at you when you have a feeling this isn’t his typical Friday night,

Despite him being to award shows and carpet events, you didn’t take him as the type to also pop in to clubs for a night out. And if he was the type, then at least you learned something new about him.

He smiles widely at your compliment, dimples deepening the wider his smile gets, never failing in making you swoon at the sight. Looking behind his shoulder for a split second, he averts his eyes back to you with the same smile.

“See those guys over there?” He motions to his left with his head, turning in the direction you spot a small group huddled in a booth talking and laughing amongst themselves, “My buddy in the white shirt, it’s his birthday, wanted to go bar-hopping, which explains why we are currently here,”

“Ahh,” You respond with a short chuckle, understanding his situation, which you then noticed he seemed completely sober compared to his group of friends,

It was also then you fully took in his appearance; hair beautifully styled upwards and parted to the right, a dark navy jacket rested on his frame with a black T-shirt underneath, grey jeans with some classic Air Jordan 3’s on his feet. He looked handsome as usual, never once has he ever disappointed you, despite him always wearing a hoodie in public for any occasion, him without it was just as dashing.

“So..,” His voices brings your focus back to his eyes that were staring fondly at you, “What is the beautiful (Y/n) (L/n) doing at a place like this?”

His flirtatious comment immediately brings heat up your cheeks, causing his own smile to widen when he catches the moment. He absolutely loved it how you responded to him, how genuine your smile and laughter would sound with any joke or story he’d share with you, how genuinely interested you were about anything he’d say rather than other people who always pretended to care just get something out him, whether it was regarding about work, a photo, an autograph, whatever it was they were looking for he’d always be able to read it off of them right away. But with you, all he read was honesty, genuine interest, and pure respect.

And that alone got him hooked on you. Your whole aura was absolutely inviting, lovable, sweet, funny, charismatic, he had just met you but boy was he absolutely in awe of you. Despite knowing you are a huge fan of him and his work, you still treated him like any other human being, you kept a conversation with him like any other close friend would. From the minutes or hour he’s spoken to you, he truly enjoyed your presence and has been wondering how exactly he can continue in enjoying your time without making it seem like all he wanted was to take you to bed.

From the moment he ran into you a few hours prior, he’s been interested in you. After he had used the restroom and went back to his group of friends on the other side of the building, his mind would often wonder back to the small moment he had with you, wondering if he’d miraculously run into you again. When he finally did find your frame sitting alone at the bar towards the end of the night, he couldn’t help the way excitement danced in his lower stomach. Then couldn’t help the way nerves overpowered that excitement in his stomach when he was able to capture your features under the glowing light, thinking just how beautiful you looked, how mesmerizing you were, how easily it was for you to halt his steps as he couldn’t stop observing your frame. He was indeed starstruck by your presence, just like how you were when running into him.

“See that group over there?” You point your thumb behind your shoulder without looking, causing a smirk to spread on the mans face at your mocking question but still sends you a nod when looking towards your friends, “They had a rough couple days, so I thought a night out would help make them feel better,”

Jason hums at you with a slow nod, bottom lip slightly pouting as he continues to look behind your shoulder, “Well I can definitely say that your plan was successful,”

You furrow your brows in confusion, not quite understanding his words until you turn to face your group where your facial expression changes from confusion to shock in less than a second. Standing shirtless on a medium coffee table, Ethan twirled his shirt in the air while the rest of your friends cheered him on.

“Oh my god,” You say in shock, embarrassment as your best friend continues twirling and twerking on the poor table,

Although, what you didn’t see was the way Jason had an amused smile on his face as he watched your group of friends living their life. However, in less than a second he sees you bolting from your chair when Ethan slightly loses his footing and falls off the table, landing with a loud thud on the floor, Jason follows after you to give you a hand but as he appears next to you he sees how your friend was hysterically laughing on the ground, along with your other friends.

“Jesus Ethan,” You say with a chuckle as you help your friend to sit on the ground, who was still laughing by the way,

However, a high pitched excited yelp comes from the man when he glances upwards, getting a sight of Jason crouching next to you as he helps you with your intoxicated friend.

“Oh my god it’s you again!” He points with a wide smile, then gasps when he turns to you, “Did you get his number?!”

Your eyes grow wide at his question, “Ethan!” You turn to look at Jason with an apologetic expression but only see how a wide smile is on his face,

He was enjoying this way too much.

“I’ll make sure to slip it in her pocket don’t worry,” Jason responds with that same wide smile before helping your friend off the floor and onto the table that nearly ended his life,

You on the other hand remained crouched as you tried processing his words. Was he being serious? Theres no way right? He can’t be, he’s just throwing jokes. There’s no way the famous Jason Sudeikis would ever give you his number! I mean.. he’s Jason Sudeikis and you’re… you! No one important. Of course he’s making jokes, that’s who he is, humorous. There’s absolutely no way.

Your other friends stumbling behind Ethan brings you out of your rambling thoughts, which also brings you to your feet as you quickly reach out for them before having another pair of friends on the floor.

“Okay, I think it’s time to go home now,” You tell them all, which of course earns you disagreement from all of them,

“You park close?” Jason asks as he stands up straight, hand still firmly holding on to Ethan so he won’t fall over,

“I got valet,”

He nods, then turns to behind his shoulder for a split second before looking back at you.

“Here gimme your keys,” You’re quick to decline his offer, you already made a fool of yourself and probably wasted his time by talking and helping you with your drunk friends,

“It’s fine really,” You try once again,

“Well from the looks of it, you’re gonna need all the help you can get,” He says, warm smile on his face as he motions his extended hand to give up your keys,

His smile, his eyes, his dimples, his inviting aurora was what made you give in. Giving him a tired smile you place your keys in the palm of his hand, which widens his own smile before looking behind his shoulder where he calls out to someone in his group of friends. A tall man in a plain black t-shirt , dark hair, comes walking towards you. Jason briefly gives him details of the situation you’re in and without another question or comment, the friend leaves with an inviting nod.

It was about 30 to 40 minutes later when Jason checks his phone, the screen illuminating his features oh so beautifully before letting you know your car is waiting at the entrance. Once you were certain the girls were able to walk on their own and grabbed whatever they were leaving behind, you give Jason a nod who easily lifts Ethan from the table before following you out the building. Every now and then you’d hear him laugh at something Ethan would say, you just hope it wasn’t anything regarding to you or regarding anything embarrassing otherwise he’d wake up in a ditch rather than a bed.

Stepping through the doors, your black 2023 Honda Sport Sedan was indeed waiting for you at the entrance, Jason’s friend standing next to it as he conversed with some security guards outside. Your friends drunkenly singing a random song brings the man’s attention towards your group, where he quickly gives Jason a hand with Ethan by carefully putting him in the backseat. Once everybody was inside, still singing their lungs out, you let out a heavy sigh, both from exhaustion and relief now that they’re in the car.

“You sure you’re good to drive?” Jason asks once he closes the door to the backseat,

You give him a nod, “I stopped drinking a couple hours ago,”

He narrows his beautiful eyes at you, that somehow look bright brown under the neon bar sign, but with a small smile tugging at his lips he hands you your keys. Definitely not being able to stop the way electricity runs through your fingertips at the slightest touch of his own, nor did you try and focus on how he purposely ran his fingers against your own for more than three seconds.

Oh how you wished the night wasn’t ending, how you wished you still had time with him, how you wanted to talk to him till the sun rose then fell back down. Talking with him was so easy and smooth, like molasses. He was so easy to communicate with, such a gentleman in all aspects, just like how you always pictured it and seen on interviews. He was so outgoing and welcoming, making sure you felt comfortable without even trying or even knowing. But now, sadly it was coming to an end.

After this night you’d definitely won’t see him again other than your screen, so of course you stood just outside the building staring into his eyes in silence. Wide smiles displayed on both your faces as if you both knew what the other felt at the moment. But it was you who broke the comforting silence.

Clearing your throat you shyly look away from his eyes, “It was really nice meeting and talking with you, I enjoyed it,”

His smiles widens, eyes never leaving yours, “Yeah same here,”

“And thank you again for..,” You don’t finish your sentence as you motion your hand behind you where your group of friends are now laughing hysterically in your car,

He slightly chuckles, “Of course,”

Another moment of beautiful, comfortable silence falls between you two as you both hold each others gaze once again. Clearly neither one of you have gotten enough of each other, but unfortunately, it was him who broke the silence this time.

“Drive safe?”

You nod at him again with a smile, “I will,”

With that you climb into the car, your friends singing off key to some song you don’t recognize, at least not when they’re the ones singing it. But as you get in, turn on the ignition, you glance out your window once again, sending him one final smile and a wave. Which he returns with those dimples displaying on his face once again.

Fuck how you’re going to remember this night for the rest of your life and oh how you wished it wasn’t ending just yet. But, life has to move on. You’ve got your path and he’s got his, both completely different from each other that it just will never happen.

This was a one time thing.

Or as they call it “one hit wonder” Regardless of what they call it or how it seems, you were incredibly grateful to have such an intimate connection— moment with Jason Sudeikis. Even if it was only for a couple of hours, you were still grateful. You wouldn’t have it any other way, would rather sit down with him and talk than spare a photograph or autograph, because rather than capturing that five second moment on camera, you rather have a memory of having a decent conversation with one of your favorite actors.

So yes, despite you not wanting the night to end, you were glad you got to talk to him for those remaining hours. Definitely a core memory.

However, you nearly tripped on your carpet of your room as you fished out your keys from your pocket. Just as you were going to place them on your side table you noticed something red sticking underneath your keys. Pulling it out you noticed it was your valet ticket, however, it was the neatly written phone number behind said ticket that made your foot get caught with the ripped corner of your carpet that had you stumbling towards your bed. Just barely catching yourself on the frame of your bed you continue to glance down at the ticket in your hand, still not quite believing in what you’re seeing.

But after numerous times of rubbing both your eyes and slightly pinching your skin, you believed your vision was not playing tricks on you. And the number was in fact permanently written on the back of your ticket.

Call Me

718-656-7785

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