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slytherinslut0 · 8 months

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Fred & George Weasley- Ours

Word count: 5k

Info: your friends with benefits, Fred and George Weasley, see some guy getting a little too close to you at a party; and decide they need to show you exactly who you belong to.

Tags: 18+, PURE SMUT, Threesome, Praise Kink, Degredation Kink, Oral (f receiving), Double Penetration, Anal, Good Sex, Forced Orgasm, Begging, Teasing.

"Who the hell was that guy?" Fred huffed, slamming the door shut to the quaint little study room he and George had just dragged you into not ten seconds prior. "I mean, he had his fucking hands all over you!"

George nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he leant against the desk. "All over you...in places only our hands should go..."

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your tight black dress against your thighs. You'd been sleeping with the twins for a few months now, mostly a fun, friends-with-benefits type of deal; but lately they'd become far more possessive, far more protective than usual. Sometimes it could be a little much, but you couldn't deny that their passion for your body made the sex other-fucking-worldly.

Sometimes it was fun to purposefully get them going, just to see how far they'd take it.

"What's the matter with you two?" You said, your innocent eyes darting back and fourth between the fiery haired twins, trying not to get distracted by the power of their strong, athletic builds; each of them towering over you as they waited your response. "Last time I checked, this wasn't a relationship. Not sure why you guys are getting so jealous."

Fred cocked an eyebrow. "Pretty sure we made it clear last time that you were ours...."

"...and only ours." George finished, the two of them drawing closer.

You swallowed, your heart racing with excitement at the direction you knew this little conversation was going in. You pulled your lip between your teeth, trying to hide your smirk as you backed up from them, attempting to keep space between your bodies as to not give in so quickly.

Pissing them off more only added to the fun.

"I don't belong to anyone," you whispered, voice a low murmur; cunt clenching as you watched a mischievous grin spread across Fred's lips; George's eyes narrowing in challenge. "And certainly not you two."

"Hm," Fred hummed, eyeing your body from head to toe, smirking as he snuck George a brief glance, the two of them circling around you now; like predators stalking their prey. "Sounds like she needs to be reminded of her place, doesn't she George?"

George smirked, wetting his lips. "She sure fucking does, Fred..."

Fred nodded. He'd had enough of the playing. "We're leaving."

Without hesitation, Fred and George each grabbed one of your wrists, George's warm breath washing over your ear as he whispered, "and don't try to fight it, princess..." his teeth grazed your earlobe. "You want us to make you feel good, don't you? You know we never fail to take care of you..."

Your head spun, oxygen missing you. Gods, of course you did. "Y-yes... you're right..."

"There's our good girl," Fred hummed, his lips ghosting over your other ear, lids fluttering shut at the collective sensations. "We're going to fucking worship you...make you feel things that no one else could ever, ever match."

Your breath hitched. "Oh..."

"That's it," George murmured, "you're ours, and tonight, we're going to make sure you know it."

Sensing that your defiance had now entirely crumbled, the twins shared a quick glance before they released your wrists, and moved toward the door without another word. Fred walked first, you in the middle with George trailing behind you, everyone in the corridors shooting you acknowledging glances as they eyed the three of you suspiciously, even though it was well over midnight and the party was coming to a close anyway.

As soon as Fred pushed open the door to his dorm room and ushered you inside, he locked it behind him--not wasting even a single fucking second before he looped his arm around your waist and tugged you against him; his back hitting the door as he held you snug to his frame, gripping your hips as he pressed your ass tight to his crotch. George stood in front of you, taking a moment to worship your body, taking a moment to watch your face as Fred's lips attacked your neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh with relentless urgency.

Unable to hold off any longer, George stepped forward, running his hands over your curves, eyes stark with lust. "You look so fucking beautiful tonight..." he murmured, softly pressing his lips to yours. "We couldn't wait to get you alone."

Fred hummed, nipping your earlobe. "And now that we have..."

"...we're going to make the most of it." George whispered, breaking the kiss.

Your lungs stalled as you watched him slowly drop to his knees before you, his hands gently urging your feet wider as he gazed up at you with an intense desire, watching you lose yourself as Fred tilted your chin to the side and crashed his lips to yours, inhaling a sharp breath through his nose as his tongue fought with yours to be the one in control.

George hummed, one hand exploring your thighs and hips, eyes intently watching the small ministrations of your face as he slipped his other hand under your dress and teased your clit through your panties; sending sharp bursts of ecstasy through your veins.

"You deserve to be worshipped, pretty girl...to have every inch of you adored..." George whispered as he slipped his fingers under your panties, teasing your throbbing core. "Look how fucking wet you are for us already..."

You gasped into the kiss, fighting to pull away and catch your breath but Fred's lips were relentless, working your mouth as though he wanted to map your taste into memory; to devour every single inch. Your eyes rolled as George slowly pushed a finger inside you, carefully stretching you open, his lips grazing and teasing the sensitive crevice of your inner thigh.

"Mmm, does that feel good, princess?" Fred purred, breaking the kiss, panting mouth falling to your jawline.

You nodded, unable to find words, head falling back onto his shoulder as he looped a hand under your thigh, pulling it up toward your chest and holding it there as to give George better access to your pussy--a smirk crawling across his lips as he watched you pant and squirm in pleasure from his ministrations, pausing only briefly to tug your panties down your thighs and toss them off to the side.

"So beautiful...so needy..." George murmured. "We're going to make you feel so good, love..."

Fred groaned, nodding in agreement. "Pleasure you until you can't take it anymore,"

Fred pressed his lips back to your neck, his free hand roaming up your stomach and groping your tits over the fabric of your dress--he groaned against your neck as you pulsed against him, feeling George's warm breath caress your folds as he brought his lips to the crease of your inner thigh again, teasing you.

"George..." you breathed, desperate for connection, your hands weaving through his hair in attempt to coax his lips to your pussy. "Please..."

With a mischievous smirk, he met your eyes, holding your stare as he pressed his lips to your swollen clit, his skilled tongue lapping at your juices and mixing them with his spit. You moaned, body lost in overwhelming pleasure, back arching and eyes rolling, but Fred held you firm against him; one hand still holding your leg up while the other held your chest--lips working your neck, teeth peppering it with purple possessions marks.

"Fuck, you taste so good, princess..." George purred, voice muffled against your pussy. "So fucking sweet."

You moaned, head falling back, and Fred's hand slithered up from your tits and tightened around your throat, ridding your oxygen supply and inflicting a delicious, intoxicating buzz on your lips. Your mouth fell wide in an open pant, George's lips sealing around your clit and driving you directly toward the brink of an explosive, earth shattering orgasm.

Fred groaned, lips grazing your ear. "That's it...we love hearing you make those pretty noises for us.."

George's tongue delved deep into your wetness, flicking, swirling, and teasing with calculated expertise. He offered no respite, driving you closer to the edge with each skillful lick--your legs shaking, one hand gripping his hair while the other was latched onto Fred's wrist for dear life, your body utterly at their mercy as the two of them inflicted their usual intoxicating dominance over you.

"Look at you, so helpless and eager to please..." Fred's voice was a mere breath in your ear, his hand leaving your throat and trailing down your body, slipping behind your back and down past your ass, bringing it to your dripping heat. You moaned before he'd even sunk in, but when he did, your entire body convulsed, the pleasure of their collective movements driving you dangerously close to exploding. "Fuck, you're so tight and wet..."

Fred curled his fingers inside you, their long length driving you utterly insane, scissoring and curling against your tight walls while George continued his oral assault on your clit, humming as your trembling grip on his hair tightened.

Your eyes squeezed shut. You were dangerously close. "Oh...Oh, Gods-"

Fred growled, low in his chest. "That's it, little slut...take it. Take it all. We want to hear you scream for us."

"Cum for us, princess." George murmured against your pussy, only seconds before he latched onto your clit again, swirling his tongue in a way that sent you tumbling straight over the edge.

"Oh, yes...fuck-fuck!"

"That's right. Give in to us, baby," Fred growled, his voice darker than the midnight sky "...surrender to the pleasure we're giving you."

Your sight blanked, ears ringing and head falling back as you came around Fred's fingers, George's skilled tongue working expertly to swallow your orgasm as best as he could, neither of them stopping until they were completely certain you were past your high. Your entire body was on fire, liquid magma coursing through your veins, heating every square inch of your bloodstream as you fought to catch your breath.

George hummed, placing soft kisses along your slit and up toward your mound. "Are you going to admit your ours now? Or do we need to show you more of what we do to you?"

You huffed, fighting through the sensations as he teasingly licked at your pussy, softly enough to make your head spin and your body squirm. "I-I'm not...I'm not yours..." you said, purposefully trying to escalate them. "I'll never be."

George halted his movements, cocking an eyebrow as he met Fred's eyes. "How about that, huh Fred?"

Fred huffed, amused, and you felt his hot breath wash over your neck. "Entirely humorous, I'd say."

George stood up to his full height, peering down at you with a dark, predatory glint in his eyes, one that made your stomach twist with arousal.

"If you're not ours...then you're just some slut for us to use then, yeah?" He whispered, smirking, sneaking another glance at Fred; the two of them basically communicating with their eyes.

You swallowed, and Fred's teeth grazed your ear. "So you wouldn't mind if we just took control, used your sexy little body for our own pleasure, right?"

Your lips parted, your pussy clenching with need. Gods, this is exactly what you fucking wanted--you were so excited you couldn't even hide it if you tried.

"I..." you couldn't find words as Fred released your thigh, pulling your hips against his throbbing bulge, George's hands roaming your curves--tugging on your dress and bunching it up your hips, up your stomach, gesturing for you to raise your hands as he tugged it up and off your trembling body.

Your mouth was drier than cotton, and George smirked, wetting his lips as he eyed your newly exposed body, his pupils dilating when he realized your lacy, dark red bra was a matching piece to your panties that had previously been discarded to the floor at your feet.

"Look at you..." he murmured, running a hand up your hip and toward your breasts. "Such a filthy little thing...wearing this under your dress..." he grazed your nipple, twirling his thumb until he felt it harden under the fabric of your bra. "Who were you wearing this for, if not us? Hm?"

The arrogance in his tone drove you crazy, and as Fred trailed his hand along your other hip, moving toward your pussy again, your lungs stalled, breath hitching.

"You've been aching for this, haven't you love?" Fred purred, teasing your clit with a brief swirl. "Don't worry, we're going to show you exactly who you belong to..."

George grabbed your wrist, "that's right...you're nothing but our little fucktoy, and we're going to prove it."

Your lips parted, but you didn't even have time to think as George tugged you over toward the bed, Fred trailing behind you. You could hear him fumbling with his belt, and your stomach leapt up into your throat as George released your wrist to do the same. In practically no time at all, the twins had rid themselves of all their clothing--their hard, throbbing cocks making your mouth water and your pussy clench as you stared, unable to peel your eyes away. They were fucking hung. You always managed to forget just how big they were.

George smirked, and you moved toward him, wrapping your small hand around his thick length, his head falling back as you softly pumped him, reaching beside you to do the same to Fred. Each of them stood there for a moment, eyes squeezed shut and chests heaving as you stroked them; twisting your fist and smearing their pre-cum around the heads of their cocks--your entire body screaming with fucking need at the display.

After a moment, George gathered himself, and brought his lips toward your ear. "Are you going to be a good girl for us?"

Fred's lips found your other ear, your hands still slowly pumping their lengths. "Are you going to let us have our way with you? Hm? Give yourself over to us completely?"

As George smacked your ass, leaving your cheek burning and tingling, you yelped; mischievous smirks crawling across both of their lips. Gods, you wanted them inside you. You couldn't take even a second more of waiting.

"Yes..." you whispered, increasing your motions, head falling back as they each attacked a side of your neck. "Please...take me..."

"Mm." Fred hummed, smacking your other cheek now. "That's what we like to hear, princess..."

George moved toward the bed, laying down on his back on the edge, legs dangling off the side. He motioned for you to climb on top of him, and without hesitation, you did--his big hands finding your hips and holding you firm against his chest, your thighs straddling his waist as you rolled your slick cunt against his length, his jaw tensing and throat bobbing as he swallowed, lips finding your neck.

Fred came up behind you, his long fingers ghosting down your back, caressing the smooth curve of your ass. George brought his lips to your ear. "You want us? Hm?"

You didn't even need to think. "Yes!"

"Beg for it..." Fred cooed from behind you. "Beg for us to claim your perfect little body, to use every one of your delicious fucking holes..."

Your breath hitched, your stomach leapt with excitement. "Please-fuck-please, fuck me..."

"That's it," George groaned, angling the head of his dick so it was pressing at your dripping core, his voice a dangerously deep growl in your ear. "That's our good little toy...fuck-"

His words were cut short by his groan of pleasure as he sunk into your tight wet heat, thrusting up into you in one slow, sensual thrust; stretching your walls open slowly and cautiously--for as dominant as the twins were, they never took it too far. They were always careful with you, gentle when they needed to be, and it drove you fucking insane; in the best way possible.

"Oh...fuck-George..." as he sunk in to the hilt, he paused for a second before he slowly pulled out, Fred's hands running all over your body, adding to the already overwhelming sensations flowing through you.

You moaned, eyes rolling back as George began to increase his pace, fucking up into you as his arms held you tight to his chest, his breath growly and husky in your ear. You felt Fred's hands leave your body, only for a brief moment, until he returned one to your hip, followed by a warm liquid sensation dripping down your back and sliding over your ass.

Fred massaged the sensual liquid into your skin, moving down toward your ass, grazing the tight rim with one of his fingers, the sensations making you clench around George.

"Shit-you're so fucking tight..." George breathed, slowing his pace to an agonizingly slow speed. "You need to slop clenching around me like that, princess...or else..."

As Fred pushed his finger inside you, pressing against your inner walls, and you moaned, entire body overwhelmed by the fullness--you'd done anal before, but never at the same time as being fucked, and so far, it was an incomprehensible experience--entirely fucking mind-numbing.

"I-I can't help it-oh, Fred-fuck!" Fred snuck another finger inside your ass, and he continued to twist and scissor you open, your entire body tensing, an overwhelming fullness washing over you. George groaned as you clenched around him again.

"Shh, relax..." Fred cooed, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your ass, matching the slow ministrations of George's cock. "Breathe...feel your tight little ass stretch open for me..."

As he pressed in a third finger, your vision blanked, and you were so encompassed by pleasure you couldn't even comprehend it--if three of his fingers felt this fucking intense, you couldn't even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like. His fingers curled inside you, stretching you wider, your face washed with crimson, body glistening with sweat--you'd never felt more defenceless and dominated, your entire body succumbed to their primal power.

George, however, was struggling. "Fred, any day now..." he groaned, hissing the words through barred teeth. "She's got me strung out on the gallows here.."

Fred huffed, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. "I think she's ready for me...aren't you, princess?"

As George paused his movements, you could finally take a second to think, to breathe. Admittedly, you were nervous, but you knew the twins would never hurt you, would never do something to cause you unwanted pain. You knew you could trust them to take care of you.

With a small whimper, you nodded. "Yes...I am."

"Good girl...we're going to claim every one of your pretty fucking holes..." Fred groaned, pressing the sticky head of his cock against your ass. "Our perfect little plaything..."

He squeezed more warm liquid over your ass, trapping a deep breath in his lungs as he worked in the head of his dick. With a deep breath, you allowed your body to surrender, allowed yourself to relax into the moment. The intensity of their touch was all-consuming, and as Fred finally worked his thick length inside your ass, all three of you groaned in pleasure, Fred and George hissing through their teeth as you squeezed and clenched around them, your tight walls pulling them deeper inside of you.

"Oh, fuck..." Fred groaned, "tight...so fucking tight..."

Fred clung to your hips, George's arms still wrapped tight around your shoulders, hugging you to his chest as he slowly resumed fucking up into you. When Fred had fully sheathed himself in your ass, he held himself there, grip rough enough to bruise, drawing in another hissing breath through his teeth. He was massive, reaching places in your body you didn't know were possible--and between him and George, you felt overwhelmed, overtaken, your head dizzy with pleasure.

George brought his lips to your ear, his pace quickening. "You like that, princess? You like taking us both like this?"

Fred smacked your ass, leaving it stinging. "She does...she loves being our toy...dirty little slut..."

Your breath hiccuped in your lungs. "Oh-"

Was the only thing you could even attempt to say, the intensity and the pressure building in your core with every thrust, their movements becoming more forceful and insistent--mercilessly dragging you dangerously fast toward the soaring heights of ecstasy.

"Shit-" Fred's voice was a breathless pant, smacking your ass again as he slammed his hips against you. "That's it, take it...our little slut can handle it, can't she?..."

Every word from their lips drove you further into the oblivion, and by this point, you were only halfway cognizant of the sounds and words leaving your mouth. You were gone, vanished, transported from this reality and floating off somewhere in another--the level of surrender and submission you were experiencing was like nothing you've ever felt before, being used solely for their pleasure; used as their fucktoy for their carnal desires was something that you only imagined happening in your fantasy. You were so encompassed by pleasure you were certain you were going to explode without needing any clit stimulation, which was something that almost never happened to you.

"Fuck-you feel so good..." George groaned, his fingers digging into your shoulders as though he was trying to shatter your bones. "So tight and wet and eager for us..."

"Shit-" Fred moaned, his hands bruising your hips. "You feel so good wrapped around us like this...you love it, don't you whore?"

Your body felt like it was being pushed to its limits, your ears ringing as the twins increased their paces even further, slamming into you with a primal force, the sounds of their strained grunts mixed in with your wanton moans and the sounds of smacking skin being the only thing filling the thick, steamy air.

"Yes-yes!" You practically screamed, voice shaking. "I-I love it.."

Fred groaned, slamming into you. "That's right...our little whore likes it rough...fuck-"

Pleasure coursed through every fiber of your being as they dominated you in the most primal and exhilarating way. With each thrust, you were pushed closer to the edge, the pleasure mingling with the degradation in a deliciously sinful cocktail. George let loose a low moan in your ear, a sound so deliciously satisfying it pushed you dangerously close to your edge--holy fucking shit you wanted to cum. You needed to cum.

"Shit-I feel you...I feel how bad you need to cum, isn't that right, princess?" George's voice was a mere breath in your ear, his pitch strained with desire. "Tell us how bad you want it..."

Fred's hands left your hips, exploring every inch of your body, one of them snaking around in between you and George and caressing the front of your thighs. You knew he was going to tease you, you knew they'd never let you get there that easily. Your clit was throbbing, screaming, wailing in need--and although you felt so fucking good you could probably get there without it, you knew it would feel so fucking good if you did.

"P-please..." it was a pathetic cry of desperation, hardly loud enough to hear over the sound of their skin slamming against yours.

George whimpered in your ear as you clenched around him, Fred groaning as you squeezed. You moaned, far too fucking loud, and George brought a hand to your lips, shoving two of his fingers past your teeth as he growled his words into your eardrum.

"You're so close baby...but you’ll have to do better than that if you want us to help you get there..."

Fred's hand inched closer to your clit, teasing over your mound. "Tell us that you're ours, tell us that no one else could make you feel like this...no one else could ever take all of you like this..."

The ache within your core was intensifying by the second, the desperate longing for release almost unbearable. George shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth, eliciting a gag from you and he smirked, growling through his teeth.

"Look at you, princess...we've taken everyone of your holes...every part of you has been claimed by us..." he breathed, jaw tensed as he spoke. "Show us who you belong to."

When he slipped his fingers from your mouth, Fred's own fingers found your clit, grazing it, and your entire body flinched; desperate for connection.

"Please! Please, I'm yours...I belong to you guys, please!" Words left your lips in nothing more than babbling desperation, you fucking needed this; so, so bad. "Gods, let me cum...let me cum for you..."

Fred's free hand smacked your ass again, his fingers continuing to tease your clit. "Looks like she's finally begging for it, George..."

George hummed, gripping the back of your neck and holding your eyes to his. "That's what you want princess? To cum on my cock, hm?"

You flinched as Fred swirled over your clit again, the two of them fucking you deep, filling you full, their pace relentless and their arrogance suffocating as they relished in the clear power they held over you in this moment. They got you right where they wanted you, and they weren't scared to hold you there; making you wait, holding you hostage over the edge of pure ecstasy until you utterly shattered in their hands.

"Yes!" You wailed, meeting his dark, primal eyes, sweat glistening his forehead; his reddened locks sticking to his skin. "I want to cum on your cock, please!"

Another smack on your ass, another deep thrust from Fred. "Music to my ears..." he purred, breathless. "Should we grant her wish, George?"

"I think so, now that she's admitted her place," George grinned, brushing his lips over yours, fingers squeezing the back of your neck with enough force to bruise as he fucked deep into you. "I'd say she's earned it, Fred..."

With a satisfied groan, Fred's fingers connected, twirling over your clit with a relentless pace, shutting down any brain power dedicated to speech. Instead, your body was vibrating with pleasure, liquid diamond coursing through your vessels, making you moan and drool and babble their names. You were at the fucking brink, ready to pour out, bones ready to break from your skin as they drove deep into your holes.

Your back arched and your fingers found George's hair, gripping the tendrils as though you were trying to rip them from his scalp. "Oh-yes! Fuck-yes!"

Fred's fingers swirled with insistence, George nipping your jaw as you were right there-so close- "go on whore, cum for your fucking owners."

Your body flatlined. "Oh! Fuck!"

The two of them tipped you into euphoria, pleasure overriding your self-control as you shook and convulsed on their cocks, every muscle between your legs pulsing and clamping down while your vision turned to a black sea of stars. Your ears rang and you were sure you fell unconscious as the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced ripped through you, shredding every single shred of nerve you had inside you.

"Fuck-you're squeezing me so fucking hard..." George groaned, so loud it shook your ribcage as it reverberated through you. "You're going to make me fucking cum, princess..."

"Fuck," you muttered, head spinning as you came down from your high; not getting very far before the pleasure started to build again, their relentless pace utterly consuming your existence. "Fuck..."

When Fred's fingers didn't pull away from your clit, you wailed, trembling and shaking from overstimulation, but Georges hold around your waist held you firm in place against him, their cocks slamming you deep as you wailed, brain entirely unable to function.

"Oh-fuck-I can't...Fred..." you said, reaching back to try and pry his hand from your clit, but George caught your wrist, collecting them both and pinning them behind your back.

"Oh, yes you can," Fred breathed, slamming you deep. "We're so close...you can cum again, alongside us, little slut.."

Your eyes locked on George, his pupils so large they swallowed up well over half of his irises entirely; a dark, primal lust encompassing his gaze. You could tell he was close, his lips parted and brows furrowed in concentration, you could tell he was holding himself back for whatever fucking reason. He was lost in pleasure, lost in the heat of your tight pussy clenching around him as Fred worked you toward your third climax of the night, fucking deep in your ass and hissing through his teeth.

"Shit-" Fred hissed. He was close too.

George's lids fluttered, "cant...hold on...much..longer.."

Without much cognitive warning, your third orgasm built quick and fast, slamming into you like a hard shot to the gut, and you screamed--unable to silence yourself even if you fucking tried. Your high washed through you like a tidal wave, rippling through your body with uncontainable force, your entire corpse shaking violently against George's chest as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over you, swears and sounds and drool pouring from your lips without consciousness.

"Fuck-fuck-" George groaned, head falling back against the mattress, grip tightening on your wrists. "I'm-gonna-fuck-"

Fred's fingers remained on your clit, working you through your high as the two of them collectively shattered against you, their bodies tensing and breath sputtering in their lungs as they spilled their hot cum inside of you, fucking you through the remnants of their highs until they were utterly spent.

For a moment, no one moved, everyone fighting to catch their breath, to return back to earth. When Fred pulled out, all that you could do was whimper, your body a collection of sweat and cum and fluids; every nerve ending in your system tingling with lingering pleasure.

"Look at you..." Fred whispered, slumping down onto the mattress beside you, helping you get yourself off of George. "Completely filled and claimed by us."

As you rolled off George and collapsed down onto the mattress between them, they each wrapped their arms around you, holding you tightly between them as you all laid there panting, bodies awash and glistening with sweat.

"All ours..." George murmured against your neck, lids fluttering. "Isn't that right, princess?"

You sighed in satisfaction, nodding softly as you melted into their collective grasp. "All yours, boys...all yours."

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kopilot-pop · 6 months

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[Aespa x Touch-Starved! Reader]

- imagine.

Summary: You’re a just really touch starved cat in a human body, and Aespa adores you.

Warnings: poly!aespa, alcohol, cursing, overabundance of fluff, unseriousness, etc.

A/N: While writing this I had to search if touch-starved meant what I thought it meant. I found out that there’s alot of variations so I just wrote based off of my touch-starved ass. I’m experiencing a very slight writer’s block, so I wrote this as something easy. Thank you all for loving my fics <3

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Even after a year of being a team and an additional 6 months of being in a relationship, your girlfriends never noticed how much affection you really craved.

It’s not like they weren’t affectionate towards you - no, quite the opposite actually.

They love to hold your hand, kiss you, cuddle you, but they hesitated whenever you flinched

You weren’t scared or anything, just not used to that much affection; but they didn’t know that

So the four of them kind of came to think that you didn’t like physical affection at all :0

So it was basically torture to watch them slowly distance themselves (only physically, they still made sure to tell you how much they love you)

But since you were shy and scared to directly ask for their touch, you just sucked it up

But hey, the girls aren’t stupid y’know?

Jimin noticed how much you craved their affection when she decided to wake you up the morning she arrived back from a Paris fashion show.

Her hand was resting on your cheek, gently drawing circles with her thumb as she tried to wake you up for breakfast

When you started to stir she tried to get up

but you snatched her hand back

You were definitely asleep, so she was surprised how strong you were

literally WRESTLING her hand to force it back on your face

“Mmmh… is cold…”

Her nose might have bled a little

Safe to say she took a million photos of you like that and changed it to her wallpaper.

Ever since that incident (that you don’t even know happened), she started to be a bit more forward with pda.

Aeri noticed when you clinged onto her before he had to leave for Tokyo.

You guys decided to get dinner together and ended up getting drunk

While walking towards the dorm, you would act like her shadow, stuck right behind her as the two of you waddled back into the house

a very giggly Gigi

“Y/n I need to change-!”

Getting ready for bed and you’re right beside her with a prominent pout on your face

When she gave you a peck to stop it, she noticed the slight twinkle in your eyes (ur so whipped)

If the others held you alot, she’s the one that kissed you alot

So before she removes her makeup she leaves a bunch of kiss marks on your face :0

She kind of panics when you drunkingly tell her you aren’t going to wash your face until she comes back from Tokyo

Minjeong realized the moment she walked through the door and you decided to carry her everywhere (honestly she’s smol)

she smells alcohol on you, making her even more confused

you didn’t even say anything man, just yoinked her

“AH-! Y/n what-?!”

You just grab her and sit down on the couch to watch some shitty show you put on a few hours ago… while finishing 4 bottles of soju.

In a span of 5 minutes, Minjeong suddenly became your personal teddy bear

she hates the smell of alcohol, but watching you snuggle up to her with such a giddy face made her put up with it (she’s whipped)

loves the way you practically melt when she starts to play with your hair

Ning found out about your love for physical affection in the dumbest way possible

You were lounging on her bed, watching an interview she took a week ago, when she started to talk about her sleeping habits

“Oh yeah, I have this bear from IKEA that I like to hug while sleeping. It’s really soft and..”

You started to get annoyed as your girlfriend went on about it and snapped your head up to see the bear staring right at you (it wasn’t, you were just jealous of a fucking stuffed animal)

Now imagine Ningning walking into her room after a photoshoot and you’re just sucker-punching her stuffed bear.

“???Y/N?? What are you doing???”

You ramble an apology/explanation, but all she understands is that you want to be cuddled too (you didn’t say that of course. she just has a ‘Y/n translator’)

She makes fun of you alot after that, but decides to grant your unspoken wish

Just snuggling into your jacket (that you’re wearing btw) whenever it’s cold, hugging you from behind as you get your makeup fixed…

she thinks its cute how you freeze up for a few seconds before melting into her

(it’s poly so im gonna add more)

the 4 of them have a long chat about your actions

and after talking for a while, they come to the realization that you were actively seeking for their touch only when you were half asleep or drunk.

Aeri’s the one that comes to the conclusion that you are touch-starved

So that’s why every Saturday, you’re dragged to the living room to have a movie day with your girlfriends.

You’re slightly nervous when you’re put on the center of the couch.

But by the end of the film, you’re quite literally molding into the couch

Jimin is on your right, with her face leaned against your shoulder as she plays with Minjeong’s hair.

Minjeong is on the ground with her body leaning against your leg.

While Ning is on the other side of the floor, holding your hand in a tight lock.

And Aeri’s the one softly rubs circles on your arm, sitting on your left

you’re just stuck in the middle like:🧍🏻‍♀️

They think it’s adorable how much you can relax with them

One time, an interviewer was being extremely rude, making snarky remarks about you and your performance

and Karina’s immediate reaction was to hold your hand while Ning told him off with a smile on her face

and when Jimin held your hand you genuinely did not care what that man said

another time you were extremely nervous before a solo performance for the MMA and the girls could tell how tense your shoulders were

but they all watched Minjeong lightly touch your neck and your back muscles just relaxing automatically

Ningning’s confused laughter because she didn’t know human bodies could work like that

Fans love watching you melt like a puppy during lives

just clips of ‘Y/n with Aespa vs. Others’ going around the internet

and one of those clips is you napping on the couch when a staff member helps fix your hair

you lean into the touch at first but jolt awake

vs. you asleep again in the waiting room couch when Giselle fixes your hair

and this time you don’t wake up, just leaning more and more into the touch

what they don’t see in that clip is the other 3 squealing and Aeri ending up with you cuddled up inside her arms <3

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#aespa imagines #aespa x reader #aespa #aespa fanfic #karina x reader #yu jimin x reader #giselle x reader #aeri uchinaga x reader #winter x reader #kim minjeong x reader #ningning x reader #ning yizhuo x reader #fluff

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jamespotterismydaddy · 5 months

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So Pretty

michael gavey x partygirl!reader

A/N: had multiple requests for this!

TW: SMUT, dom!reader, leg humping

word count: 1,569 words

You’re about 5 drinks in when you notice the nerd hanging out in the corner of the party.

He’s cute. You think to yourself, even if you’re wondering how he even got in here because there’s no way in hell Annabelle invited him. Oliver is best friends with Felix and even he didn’t get an invite. You stand there for a moment, trying to decide if he’s cute enough to talk to. You do think you know his name, Mitchell or Marshal or whatever. Boredom ends up being reason enough.

“It’s um… Mitchell, right?” You ask after you’ve made your way over to him. His cheeks go bright red. There’s no way you’re talking to him.

“Michael.” He mumbles.

“Oh sorry, Michael baby. How’d you get in here anyway?”

This is it. He thinks. I’m getting kicked out.

“Isn’t it uh open invite?” He makes up on the spot.

“Yeah Annabelle doesn’t do ‘open invite’.” You shake your head with a bit of a cheeky grin on your face. You may be a little tipsy.

“Fine, sorry. I’ll leave.” He looks a little embarrassed, a little annoyed too as he moves to go around you and to the door.

You place a dainty hand on his chest and push him to the wall with surprising force.

“I don’t remember saying I wanted you to leave.”

“I-I… why not?” He stutters.

“Maybe I like talking to you.” You draw your fingertip around his collar.

“Nobody likes talking to me.” His face is the colour of a strawberry because of how close you are… how pretty you are.

“You’re not very good at this, are you?” You giggle.

“Not very good at what?” He asks bluntly.

“Flirting.” His jaw nearly drops.

“You’re flirting with me?” You didn’t think his face could get redder but it somehow does.

“Am I not making it very obvious?” You ask very sweetly. “I’ll try a little harder then.” And by ‘trying a little harder’ you mean slipping a leg between his.

“What are you-” His words are cut off by a groan as you rub his groin with your thigh.

“I’m flirting.” You say cheekily as you continue to rub, feeling his cock start to harden. His hands stay firmly at his sides as if he’s nervous to touch you, to react.

“You can’t… if you keep going…” He trains off and you quickly realize what he was trying to say.

“Are you really about to cum already?” You tease and retract your leg.

“Wait.” He whimpers before he can think about what he’s asking for.

“You want me to keep going? Let you hump my leg until you cum in your pants… in front of everybody?” That makes him look around a bit nervously but nobody is actually watching the two of you. “Are you really that pent up?”

“You started it.” He murmurs, feeling quite embarrassed now.

“I did start it.” You agree and then go up on your tip toes to whisper in his ear. “How about we go to the bathroom and finish it?”

“But i’ve never - I um…” He trips over his words, kicking himself because it seems like he’s trying to talk you out of it.

“It’s okay. I’ll show you, if you want.” You give him a reassuring smile.

“Y-Yeah, i’d like that.” He matches your smile (which is quite cute) and lets you take him by the hand. The nearest washroom is… occupied so you take him to one a little bit further from the party.

“Here alright?” You ask as you lock the door behind him. “We can always go to my dorm if you’d prefer that?”

“No! I mean no. I’m ready now.” He says, not wanting you to change your mind. “You’re really pretty.” He speaks a bit slower now. He’s never had a girl show interest in him like this before.

“I think you’re really pretty too.” You reply before leaning in to kiss him. He’s very clearly inexperienced but you don’t mind. You enjoy the kiss anyhow.

Your hands run over his body and his hands settle gently on your waist. Your touch moves down to his trousers and you begin to palm him through his pants. He moans into your mouth and you swallow the sweet sounds.

You part your mouth from his. “Can I suck you off?” He almost cums from the question alone but nods rapidly so you begin to lower yourself to your knees.

“Wait!” He stops you so you rise up to your feet. He takes off his sweater and lays it on the tiles. “Floors dirty.” Is his only explanation and your heart almost bursts. You’re going to give this man the best blowjob of his life.

“You’re sweet.” You say as you get on your knees before him, unbuckling his belt.

He looks a little flustered at the compliment and then even more so when you take him out of his pants. He’s big, very big.

It’s always the lanky nerds. You think to yourself as you take his length in your hand. You keep eye contact as you press a kiss to the head, making him take a sharp breath. You then let him into your mouth, sucking gently so he doesn’t blow his load right away.

“Oh, god.” He moans as he places a hand on your head so he can play with your hair rather than guiding you. “You’re so so pretty.”

You take him in deeper, bringing a hand up to help you as you feel him touch the back of your throat. The deepthroating seems to make him go a little crazy and he grips your hair tighter.

“Sorry.” He apologizes breathlessly, his words fading away as you suck him harder. He tries to hold off, he really does, but it’s all clearly too much for him as he starts twitching in your mouth. He attempts to pull you off him but you don’t allow him to, giving a look from under your pretty lashes that tells him exactly what you want. He spills in your mouth with a moan of your name and you finally pull your head off so you can swallow. He’s more than mesmerized.

“How was that?”

“R-Really good. Thank you.” You giggle when he thanks you.

“You wanna fuck me now?” You ask in your most sensual voice.

“Can I eat you out?” He asks quickly, like he had been thinking about it.

You’re a little surprised but you stand back up. “I think i’d like that.”

“Good, um.” He gets on his knees right away. “I’m not sure how but I promise i’m a quick learner.” He says as if he’s still trying to convince you to say yes.

“Don’t worry, I believe you.” You smile at him, running your fingers through his hair before bunching up your tight dress around your waist. The sight of your skimpy little panties is all it takes for him to get hard again. “You can take those off.”

He grins before reaching for the hem of your underwear and starting to pull them down slowly. He’s breathing heavily, looking focused like you’ve never seen before. When he reveals your glistening pussy, he lets out a low groan.

“You’re so pretty.”

“You might have said that once or twice.” You tease as he takes them off fully. He looks up at you for instruction. “Just do what feels right and i’ll guide you from there.”

He nods and looks at your pussy again, surprising you when he lifts your left leg and places it over your shoulder so he has better access. You lean back on the counter as he presses a light kiss to your clit and then one right to your opening. He continues to press little kisses all around, licking a little like he’s trying to drink in your arousal as much as he can.

“Focus here.” You say as you rub your clit slightly to show him what you like and he begins to suckle on it.

His left hand grips your thigh as you notice his right go down to stroke his cock.

“Nuh uh.” You tilt his chin up. “Those hands are for me.”

He nods obediently and has no complaints as he lifts his fingers to your entrance. He looks up for your approval and when it’s granted, he slips two fingers in.

“Curl them. That’s the spot you want to hit each time.” He takes your advice seriously and starts to finger you as he tongues your clit. He continues for a few minutes, eating you slowly before you notice him rubbing himself against your leg. You find it more arousing than anything so you let him continue.

“Mmm i’m close, Michael.” You whimper as you tug on his hair, feeling him start to rub his cock against you faster as he coaxes you closer.

With another moan, you finish on his tongue and he laps it up before cumming on the floor.

“What a naughty boy.” You tease as he looks up at you, embarrassed.

“Sorry.” He looks down.

Jesus, Michael. Humping her leg like a bloody dog?

“No more apologies. I don’t think i’ve ever cum so hard in my life.”

“Really?” He asks with a grin.

“Really.” You say before leaning down to kiss him.

Hitting on Michael Gavey might’ve been the best decision you’ve ever made.

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mikobeautifulheart · 7 days

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Calling you their girlfriend

When your not actually together (yet). *Not proof read

(Btw use of the word girlfriend and mentions of death and corpses.)

INCLUDING: Megumi and Yuji

~Megumi~

You slowly opened your eyes and started to pull your stuff together. You stood up, not paying attention to the large gash on your leg bleeding out.

Instead you let out a sigh and walked past what was left of Nanami's body, You made your way through Shibuya station before setting your eyes on the unconscious body of Megumi. You leaned down and slung his arm around the back of your neck. Being totally honest you didn't even know if Megumi was alive, regardless you were going to get Megumi ('s body) out of there.

It was hard, he was taller and heavier then you but you still somewhat dragged his body out of there only to be met with Ichiji's corps on the floor. You kept staring at it until you felt Megumi's weight leave you, making you turn your head to see Shoko and other sorcerers attending to peoples wounds.

"Y/n are you okay? Y/n?"

You heard her voice fine but all you did was stare at her, empty and exhausted.

"Make sure Megumi's alright" Was the last thing you remember before blacking out.

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"No, you HAVE to let me see her"

It was a familiar low voice, one you were fond of.

"Sorry but she's in no condition to see visitors right now."

"Will she die if she sees me?"

"No but-"

Yeah it was Megumi's voice, that means he is okay then.

"Then i'm going in"

The door slowly slid open and that was the first time you opened your eyes after Shibuya. The thought of Megumi coming to visit you made your head spin (in the good way) even if he did come out of curiosity at least it meant he sort of cared about you.

"We can't just let anyone get in there"

"She's my girlfriend" he said agitated.

Your heart started pumping and your cheeks were pink. No that couldn't be Megumi then, it was probably a dream. There was nothing between you guys other then being class mates. You sunk back into disappointment and closed your eyes so you didn't have to see the imaginary situation unfold.

The room was silent and suddenly you felt a rough hand hold yours, and a gentle thumb rub. Your breath hitched, if it was a dream this feeling wouldn't be so... real.

"Sir, your going to have to leave or i'll call security"

he turned his head, about to say something.

"If he leaves i'll die" You said with a raspier voice then you remembered.

He whipped his head around so fast, confirming in your mind that this was real. He squeezed your hand tighter as your eyes wandered to the bandage on his arm.

"You were out pretty bad huh? Are you okay?" you asked.

The nurse took that as her que to leave.

"About that. I don't really know what to say because saying thank you dosen't really measure up to how grateful I am to you."

"Eh w's nothing" you mumbled slightly embarrassed.

"I heard you outside there, nice save with the girlfriend thing." you said trying to change the subject.

"Yeah...I guess." He said, the tip of his ears turning pink.

"I'm just glad your better Megumi" You said sensing how unconfutable he felt after your comment.

"Look y/n I-I know were just friends or classmates or whatever you think but I...I really like you more then that."

You let out a giggle

"I like you more then that too."

-Yuji-

Yuji is a calm guy, he's rational and friendly. So why is it now that in the deepest part of his chest did he feel some stirring frustration?

For weeks he's been getting to know everyone at Jujutsu high and you were no exception. Out of everyone he knew you were the one he would hang out with most. Something about your nature kept drawing him in, leave him wanting for more. All those late nights at each others dorms, walks around the city when you finished your missions together and going to the cinema when you both had time off.

You had grown on Yuji and he trusted you, that's why he was clenching his fists and smiling when he heard one of the Kyoto school guys asked if you were busy after the event.

Its not like he had any right to interfere with your friendships anyway, he knew that he was just a friend right now and if you wanted to hang around the Kyoto students then that was your choice.

But Yuji just couldn't shake the torment of the guys smile when ever you laughed at his crappy jokes.

"Ah Yuji there you are, what the hell do you think your doing here!? We were supposed to met at- HEY DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME!" Nobora yelled as she watched Yuji stand up in some sort of trance and slowly walk toward you.

"Oh hey Yuji, I was just talking to some of the Kyoto students, this guys a fan of movies to!" You smiled brightly.

"Nice to met you" The guy smiled at Yuji reaching his hand out for Yuji to shake.

"You to, so y/n tells me you like movies?" Yuji put on an innocent grin.

"Yeah, bit of a film expert actually." he chuckled looking at you.

"Wow, must be nice I don't usually get the story first time round, luckily my smart girlfriend rants to me about it after." Yuji said with a checkmate look on his face.

"Honestly sometimes I zone out but I like letting her pretty lips run, its music to my ears."

You felt your face heat up, there's a chance Yuji made a mistake- he couldn't have possibly just called you his girlfriend, right?

"Honestly I must be the luckiest man alive because y/n is was out of my league."

The Kyoto student also turned red. All he could do was mutter a 'yeah' and walk away dissapointed.

Yuji stood there grinning before thinking abut what he had actually done. What a jerk he though.

Suddenly he felt an arm link onto his making him look down surprised.

"I'm so glad to have such a lovely boyfriend too." You said smiling brightly.

"S-sorry y/n I don't know what got over me haha..." He trailed off hoping the earth would swallow him whole.

"Well maybe if you take me to the cinema tonight I'll forgive you."

He turned his head back to you and beamed.

"Your going to have to explain it to me after though."

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: Teheh I think if this post goes well i'll make a part 2. My inboxes are empty so... Reblogs r welcomed. Have a good whatever time.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuji #jjk yuji #yuji x reader #yuji itadori x reader

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planetgutz · 1 year

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Can we have some idia with goth!reader?

✶ content: slightly subby idia, slightly dom reader ??, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting

✶ pairings: idia x fem!goth!reader

another horribly boring day at night raven college.

your eyes stayed glued to the clock. watching the minutes tick by. your last class of the day always seemed to drag on forever. you lift a hand up to rub the sleep out of your eyes, smudging your nearly perfect dark makeup. you could care less at this point, confirming to yourself that you'd fix it after class.

finally, the bell rings and you are free from your temporary prison for another day.

as you packed your bag, you felt a pair of eyes trained on your every movement. you were accustomed to the stares, your darker sense of style drawing attention to you, whether you wanted it or not. the other girls in your classes occasionally sneered at you or made a rude comment but you didn't let it phase you. smoothing out your long, flowy black skirt and standing, you turned towards whoever was standing. idia's eyes locked with yours for a moment before he bashfully turned away from you. you shrug, putting on your headphones and blasting a random song off your playlist.

you had barely made you way down the winding halls of night raven before someone gently grabbed your arm. you jumped, snatching off your headphones and whipping around to see who it was.

surprisingly, it was idia again.

"is there something i can do to help you?" you say, giving him a once over.

idia was fiddling with his hands and trying not to look you in the eye. you had always had a small crush on idia, but you had never acted on it since you assumed he found you weird as well.

"i-i uhm i don't know how to say this" idia paused for a moment.

you looked at him expectantly and his blush spread even further across his face. "i want you to be my girlfriend, y/n!" he blurts it out, leaving you stunned. the silence surrounding you two is almost deafening as you try to process what he said. idia wanted to date you? he wanted you to be his girlfriend?

"are you messing with me right now because if you are it's not funny an-" idia cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

"n-no of course not! i just think you're really beautiful and different and i want you to be mine"

your inner skeptic was screaming at you not to trust him, not to let him get the chance to hurt you. the other side, the one that still liked idia after all this time, wanted so desperately to believe him. so after a quick mental compromise, you formulated a plan to see if he was really serious about what he said. "okay idia, i believe you, do you want to come back to my room with me?"

the nervous boy flushes even more but nods and you motion for him to follow. the walk to your room is silent, except for the occasional small noise from idia and the sound of your platform boots clunking against the pavement. you could hear him take in a deep breath as you fumbled with your keys, trying to open your dorm room door. you get the door open, letting idia go in before you, locking the door behind you.

idia had taken a place awkwardly in front of your bed. "you can sit anywhere if you feel like it" he nods silently taking a seat on your black canopy bed, among your assorted stuffed animals. looking at him on your bed, you decided to get your plan into motion. "so idia, you do know what girlfriends and boyfriends do right?" you say lowly, making your way closer to him.

"of-of course i do! it's obvious!"

you giggle and stand in front of him. his face is almost completely blue now, his unusual blush color covering his entire face. "so as your girlfriend, i'm letting you do whatever you want with me" you grab his face and tilt it up to meet your eyes. his pupils are dilated, almost making his eyes entirely black. "a-are you sure?" he asks obviously hesitant.

you slide yourself into his lap, straddling his growing erection. "only if you want to though, idia. i'm completely willing but we don't have to if you don't" as if that was all the confirmation he needed, idia flips you over, planting your back on the bed. he hovers over you for a moment. he slides one of his cold hands under your skirt causing you to shiver. he traces a star pattern into your inner thigh.

"can i eat you out? p-please i've been thinking about it all day"

it was your turn to flush at his comment, turning your head as you nod. he eagerly grabs at your lacy panties, tugging them down your legs. they get caught on your boots, causing idia to fumble a little, making you giggle. he eventually untangles them and secretly slides them into his hoodie pocket. he lifts up your skirt, leaning closer, letting his breath fan over your pussy. you move slightly and he tightens his grip on your thighs. he dives in, running his long tongue through your soaking folds. you gasp, tightening your legs around his head.

he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking as if his life depended on it. you cry out his name at the rough treatment, tugging on his blue locks. this causes idia to let out a loud moan against your pussy. you can't seen him because he's under your skirt but you know he's going to town. "i-idia slow down i'm gonna cum!"

this spurs the boy on even more, as he slides two fingers into your cunt abruptly. tears start streaming down your face, smudging your makeup even worse than before. a weird feeling forms in the pit of your stomach, one you hadn't felt before. "Idia please off, i-i feel funny!" idia is too drunk on your pussy to even acknowledge you, continuing his ministrations. you can't hold back anymore and let go. you cum with a screech, grip tight on idia's hair as you soak his face with your juices. he still doesn't let up until you're whimpering and begging for mercy.

he comes up from under your skirt, bottom half of his face still dripping with your cum. you look at him with a smile on your face, still slightly out of breath. "ok idia let me return the favor" you move to get off the bed but he stops you. you glance down at his pants and see the dark spot covering the front of his gray sweatpants.

"c-can we cuddle now?" idia asks and you laugh. you hold out your hand to him and pull him into your warm embrace.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #idia x reader #idia shroud #twst x reader #idia shroud smut #twst imagines #idia shroud x reader #fem!reader #goth!reader #gutzreqs

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bun-lapin · 10 months

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Confessions

Summary: Rook confesses his love to you.

A/N: I finished my first one shot! This one went a little longer than I planned. What can I say? Rook likes to monologue! I also posted this on AO3 if that's easier to read.

Confessions series: Rook, Kalim, Idia, Floyd, Vil, Silver, Leona, Trey / AO3

CW: gn!reader but Rook uses the word "queen" to address reader

You step into the woods behind campus and take a deep breath. The air is cool and smells like damp leaves and grass. Occasional beams of spring sunshine break through the canopy overhead and illuminate the dim forest floor. You begin to make your way further into the woods, carefully winding between tall standing trees and stepping over gnarled roots.

You walk in silence. The only sounds you hear are the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the slight crunch of soil under your feet. You walk for some time before you finally hear the loud, clear snap of a broken twig. You stop in your tracks and smile. You turn towards the source of the sound, still smiling, and softly call out, “I was beginning to wonder when you were going to show yourself, Rook.”

From the green darkness emerges a form you know all too well. He slips into view silently and smoothly like smoke in the forest air. He raises a gloved finger to the serene smile on his lips and winks an emerald eye, “Here I am, mon trésor. I apologize to have kept you waiting. I could not help but savor the most beautiful sight of you walking among the trees.”

You retrieve a small folded piece of parchment from your pocket and hold it up for Rook to see. “I got your...message.”

You pause during your statement as you think back to the specific delivery of the message. You had woken just a bit after dawn to the sound of something hitting the front door to your dorm with some force. After carefully checking through the window, you had opened the door to see an arrow with a parchment tied near its end, buried quite deeply in the old wooden door frame.

“Sorry for not bringing the arrow. I couldn’t get it out,” you say in a voice tinged with playfully insincere annoyance.

Rook lightly touches the brim of his violet hat with one hand and places the other on his chest, “Ah, mais bien sûr, I did not expect to see that arrow again!” His eyes seem to sparkle merrily and there is a growing sense of excitement all around him as he proclaims, “For I poured all that was in my heart into that arrow and fired it straight and true to deliver it to your hands. With the strength all of that I presently feel, it’s little wonder that my arrow sunk itself so permanently into the timber of your abode!” He laughs and it is a lighthearted, pretty sound.

“What is this meeting about? What did you need to tell me?” you ask pragmatically, ignoring his dramatics for the most part.

Rook looks up at the sunlight filtering through the leaves above. He closes his eyes and lets out a wistful sigh, “What an enchanting day. Quelle beauté!” He takes several deep breaths and then looks at you with steady resolve on his face.

“I am here to confess,” he states simply.

You blink at his uncharacteristic bluntness. There are so many questions you could ask him but ultimately, you simply and softly say, “Please continue.”

Rook drops to a knee gracefully and without a sound. He places one hand to his chest and the other he stretches out towards you. His eyes are determined and his voice is low and gentle.

"I have traveled horizon after horizon to behold you. My feet have skimmed over savanna and sea alike to bring me here, right here, to my knees at the sight of you. When your eyes alight upon me at last, I stop and can only struggle to draw a breath. For your gaze has completely pierced my soul with ethereal, ecstatic desire."

You feel a flush of warmth spread over your cheeks and you repeat in the steadiest voice you can manage, “Desire?”

Rook smoothly rises to his feet and steps toward you. You stand firmly in place and do your best to look absolutely calm and collected. His face seems to radiate with mirth and joy, in approval of your bravery. With deliberate movements, he takes one of your hands in his and places a soft kiss upon it.

He looks over the top of your hand, lips brushing against your knuckles as he whispers, “Regardez-moi. Look into my eyes and see for yourself all that I feel.”

You look into Rook’s eyes and see that they shine with a clarity and resolution you’ve never seen before in the usually care-free and whimsical hunter. Feeling the warmth of his gloved hand around yours, you catch the faintest undercurrent of longing in the air between the two of you.

You ask softly, “Are you in love with me?”

Rook turns his gaze slightly from you, as if to stop himself from shaking his head. The action sends his short blond hair sweeping across his cheeks and his brows furrow under the pressure of all the emotions he had been keeping in check up until now. He turns his face towards you again and looks deeply, directly into your eyes. Rook’s voice is still low and gentle but now it almost seems to tremble from a flood of indescribable feeling.

“More. So much more than that. This warmth I feel is more than love. This ache I feel is more than longing. Ma reine d'amour, you are queen of all of me. Every star and galaxy in my eyes, every blade of grass on my skin, every rush of air and burst of light! All of me is utterly in service of you. More than a servant, I do not merely serve. I offer everything to you, and only you, for all time."

Your breath almost catches in your throat and you feel like your heart is doing nervous somersaults against your chest. A million thoughts race through your head as you silently weigh your next words carefully.

You ask in a steady voice, “What if I don’t love you back?” Unspoken visions of the hunter playfully yet relentlessly chasing after students that catch his interest seem to dance in the air around the question.

Rook briefly closes his eyes with an almost pained expression. He quickly recovers with a small smile but there is a mixture of understanding and sorrow glittering behind his emerald gaze. He again raises your hand to his lips and places on it a kiss even softer than before. Slowly and tenderly, he returns your hand to your side and when he speaks his voice is quiet and close to heartbreak.

"If you do not love me, then so it shall be. It is not my place, nor do I seek to control the queen of all that I am. I have laid my soul at your feet and I have placed my destiny in your hands. No matter the course of fate, I will be devoted only to you for I have sincerely promised you my life, the rest of my eternity.”

He stands tall with calm poise but the air around him hangs dark and heavy with sadness and it drapes over his broad shoulders like a luxurious coat. There is a beat of silence and then suddenly the weight of it all seems to crack like winter ice and Rook drops to his knees. He looks down towards his hands, desperately clutching at the ground beneath him. His golden hair hangs like a curtain to shield his eyes and there is the faintest hint of despair in his voice.

“Tell me to go and I shall go. If you wish to toy with me, use me, or throw me in the gutter, I would accept every action gladly as if they were divine commandments. You are ma reine d'amour and I obey all that you would have of me. If you want nothing from me, then this will be our last moment together. But know that for every day that follows, my heart will continue to desire only you."

You stand in silence and look down at a form that is familiar and also entirely new. The dark forest air around you seems to hum and swirl with a symphony of words unspoken and you almost begin to feel dizzy. Rook raises his head to meet your gaze and you barely stop yourself from gasping at the sharp, almost tangible longing you see in his eyes. You have never felt more seen, never felt more desired than you do at this moment. You feel utterly beautiful and powerful looking down at this enigmatic hunter.

Rook smiles up at you. It almost looks like his usual secretive smile but uncertainty and yearning dance at the corners. He raises his hand up towards you, palm facing the sky and his voice is dreamlike, lit up with hope and fear alike.

"So tell me, ma reine, my queen. Will you take my hand and cherish me? Or will you cast me aside and curse me? The choice is yours alone. What is your command?"

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twst rook #rook hunt #rook x reader #fluff and romance #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #bun-lapin écrit

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midnightwrriting · 9 months

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Distractions

This is based on one of my headcanons I wrote...

summary: Dalton likes drawing on your hand rather then talking to people.

warning : mentions of anxiety, fluff.

word count: 920

did not proof read.

When hanging out with new people, Dalton always found it hard to talk to them. He would get nervous, and most people knew him by that, he was also known as 'y/n's boyfriend' and he was fine with that.

You had to meet some friends at the cafe before going on your date with him, but because it was a close call for the reservation, you thought it would be easier for him to come with.

"Ready love?" He shuffled to your desk as you finished your hair. 'So beautiful,' he thought. He could stare at you for hours. Your eyes, the hue of the (e/c) made him melt, and the way you always had such a soft smile.

"Yeah, let me get my shoes on." You looked around the room for them and saw them by the bed. Slipping them on, you added some ChapStick and called it good.

"Alright, let's get going." Standing up, your hands rested on his chest. The feeling of them gave him a sense of comfort, yet still, after months of dating, any slight touch from you makes his breath hitch. You kissed his cheek and made your way to the door.

"Hold on." he quickly turned back to the desk and grabbed something. You couldn't see it but didn't press what it was, leaving the dorm he grabbed your hand walking side by side.

The sun was already setting, the warm summer wind slowly turning into a crisp cold breeze. A comfortable silence lay between you and your boyfriend. You know he's not the biggest talker in public, but with just you and Chris behind closed doors, he won't ever shut up.

Cars passed by as you continued your walk to the café his hand held yours so tightly, you could tell he was nervous. He was always like this being out in public, he just held onto you and kept close. Your thumb brushed over his knuckles, your way of comforting him.

The cafe was a few steps ahead, "we'll be in and out" your voice was like silk to his ears. He smiled and followed you in, your friends sat at a table that was in the corner. "Hey, sorry I'm late" you sat next to Jess, and Dalton sat at the end of the table right next to you.

"No worries we were just talking about other things while we waited, should we go over the main plans now and then we can meet up again in two days" Lola was the main leader in your group when projects we assigned.

"Yeah, that sounds perfect!" you smiled and took your phone out to write some notes. Dalton sat peaceful next to you while you and the others went over the topic for the assignment. Your right hand was typing in your notes while your left hand laid in Dalton's lap.

He traced and played with your fingers and sat listening, "great so y/n I know it's a lot but are you okay with drawing a blueprint and then maybe you can write two of the paragraphs and then Jess you can edit and finish the last paragraphs?" you shook your head yes as Jess hopped into the conversation.

All of a sudden you felt a coldness on your hand, looking over at Dalton you saw he pulled a pen out and started drawing on your hand, he held your hand so softly, and instead of forcing you to turn your hand he turned his body as he drew. You could feel the coldness of the ink hitting your skin and the light traces he made.

This was your favorite thing ever, knowing it brought some kind of comfort to Dalton made you happy. You could see his face peaking from his hair, he looked so considerate and so hot-

"Great so we have about two weeks for this to be done but if we just stay on track with our parts, we should get it done in a week!" Lola's voice filled your ears making you turn your attention away from Dalton.

"Okay, sweet that sounds good" your hands closed on Dalton's making him look up, "I'll get started tomorrow, but for now I have a day with this cute boy here, so I'll catch you guys later" everyone smiled as they looked at Dalton, he was looking at you with rose cheeks. With the attention on him he could feel his face heat up.

"Alright love bird have fun!" Lola smiled and waved you both away.

"Not too much fun though" jess make a smirking face eyeing the both of you.

Dalton grabbed your coat slipping it back on you, he waved bye as you said goodbye. Making your way outside a smile laid brightly on your face.

"What?" Dalton looked at you flushed with how your eyes laid on him.

"I just think you are really cute, and I love you" he could feel his heart beating faster, you loved him, and you meant it!

"I love you" his voice was so soft; his brown eyes looked all doe eyed. Sticking out your hand you looked at the little drawing he did, there was hearts, some spiderwebs and eyes.

"I love when you draw on me too" you walked along him slowly the cold breeze pushing your hair back.

"I'm glad" his arm went around pulling your head to the side so he could kiss your forehead. humming at the affection, you couldn't be happier.

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert imagines #dalton lambert x fem!reader #dalton lambert x reader #insidious #insidious 5 #ty simpkins #insidious red door

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THE SLYTHERIN BOYS REACT TO YOU SINGINV BREAKUP SONGS (MODERN ERA)

NOT PROOFREAD

DRACO

You walked in Draco's dorm screaming the muggle song "before he cheats."

Draco looked at you with a puzzled expression, his eyebrows furrowed as you made your way over to him.

"Carved my name into his leather seats!" you grabbed his shoulders, pulling him to sit up from his laying down position on his bed.

"What did i do now?" He sighed, placing a hand on your hand which was on his shoulder and bringing it to his lips, leaving a light kiss.

You pulled your hand away from his touch and threw your arms into the air. "slashed a hole in all four tires!" You sang loudly.

Draco laying back down with his book in hand and trying his best to ignore you.

"Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats." You bobbed your head to the song playing in your headphones.

Draco shook his head with a small smile, "wasn't me, probably one of your other boyfriends."

THEO

You were dancing around your dorm while cleaning it and listening to your favourite playlist.

"Please don't be in love with someone else." You sang loudly while spinning a shirt above your head and skipping around your room happily.

Theo stood in the open doorway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a large smirk painting his face. "Nice singing, love."

You looked at him with a large smile on your face and put the shirt back down, blowing a loss strand of hair out of your face while continuing dancing to the music. "Please. Don't. Be. In. Love. With. Someone. Else!" You sang louder than before, a Theo smiling at the way you shook your head to the song.

Making your way over to him, you grabbed his hands and pulled him into the center of the room, the two of you laughing as you spun him around a couple of times.

"I dont think i could ever love someone else." He placed a kiss on your cheek.

BLAISE

You laid in bed beside your boyfriend, the two of you paying attention and listening to the songs that were playing while talking about everything and anything you had on your mind.

You bopped your head to the sound of the music and hummed along to it begire singing. "Nevermind i'll find someone like you," you whispered with a small laugh while looking into Blaise's eyes, his arm resting under your head while your legs intertwined.

Blaise's mouth fell agape. "Is this your way of breaking up with me?"

He chuckled to himself as you closed your eyes and sang the next line. "Wow, I see how it is." He pulled his arm from under your head and rolled over on his back with his arms folded, struggling to hold in his laugh.

You giggled and threw yourself on top of him. "Adele is top tier."

Blaise wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes locking into yours. "Stop singing it like you're single," he placed a kiss on your lips. "You'll never have a reason to sing these for as long as I live."

"Are you saying that you're going to leave me in the afterlife?"

MATTHEO

You sat at your desk listening to songs while finishing up some homework, you were singing along to the songs that came on, "if the world was ending you'd come over right?" You vocalised the words while scribbling something on the parchment before you.

Mattheo made his way into the dorm with a bag of food in hand, something you had ordered him to go grab for your late night study session.

He stopped in his tracks after closing the door with his foot, listening to the song that was playing.

He placed the food on his bed and rolled his eyes, grabbing the phone that was emitting the music and quickly skipped the song, putting on of his favourites on.

"Mattheo!" you whined, moving to look at him. "I was listening to that."

He scoffed and passed you some food from one of the bags. "You only listen to that if we somehow breakup or I die."

LORENZO

Lorenzo was perched at his desk drawing something into his sketchbook while you sat on his bed, your headphones blasting music into your ears.

You hummed along to one song, your eyes focused on the shirt you were crocheting for pansy's birthday present. "This is the potential break up song," you sang along happily to the lyrics, your body unintentionally shuffling along to it. "just admit that you're wrong."

Lorenzo lifted his head to look at you with a slight smile. "Stop listening to breakup songs."

You brought your hand up to your ear and removed one of the headphones, pushing it to the side of your head so you could hear him. "Potential breakup song." You corrected, a mischievous smile on your face.

He rolled his eyes and got back to his work, only looking at you once more. "Is this the song you'll listen to if we break up?"

You nodded, "I have a playlist of these Berkshire." You threatened.

Lorenzo laughed, "you won't be needing those, might as well delete them."

TOM

You laid splayed our on Tom's bed, your body imitating a starfish while you sang along to the song playing (more like screamed)

"NO, NO TE PREOCUPES POR MÍ!!!" You closed your eyes, not paying attention to your boyfriend entering the room. "AQUÍ TODO SIGUE IGUAL COMO CUANDO ESTABAS TÚ!!!"

Tom charge his way over to the bed, a look of disgust on his face, he only new a minuscule amount of Spanish and had no idea what you were saying."

"What are you doing?" He asked rudely, you opening your eyes to see an upside down tom in your vision.

You gave him a smile, "singing." You replied with an obvious tone.

Tom's face scrunched into one of distaste as he turned the song off.

You gasped and reached back over to turn it on again, he went to say something but you lifted your hand to silence him. "Just let me finish this one."

He huffed in annoyance but let you continue.

#blaise zabini #draco malfoy #harry potter #lorenzo berkshire #slytherin boys react #theodore nott #tom riddle #slytherin #slytherin boys

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Request- (RE8) Karl Heisenberg: Needy Little Girl

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Summary: Hiding your crush on your English teacher seems to fail when he makes you stay after class.

Warnings: Smut, Consensual, needy behavior, sluty behavior, BJs, PinV, a little cursing. Fluffy smut, fluff.

A/N: This is for anon; I know you sent this request a while ago. I promise it was worth the wait. Thank you for the request; remember, the inbox is always open!

WC: 1.9k

Requests Master List // Resident Evil Master List // House Heisenberg Master List

You wish you could start the day the way you ended it. The college class fills quickly, but you’re always early. You’re always waiting for him to come stalking through the doorway, smelling cigar smoke and burnt wood.

Your professor is a massive hunk of man. Large arms that make the white collared shirts he wears bulge and give way with every movement he makes. Long legs that are framed in jeans, hugging his ass and showing off everything else in the process.

That booming voice has you squeezing your thighs together, but the reality is you leave that class every single day with a ruined pair of panties, and when you get back to your dorm, there are only thoughts of him when you slip your hand down the front of your tight jeans.

You should focus on the lecture, but you can’t get your mind or your eyes to focus on the computer screen before you. All you see is your professor pacing back and forth in front of the chalkboard. The loud booming voice that soothes you into a sweet lul mutters about something to do with your new essay project. “Please remember that we may make fun of Shakespeare and his many stories, but they all have a great deal of meaning and foreshadowing. I want you to write something that…” His words stop momentarily, and his eyes gaze over the lecture hall. Your ankles are crossed, and you sit a little higher when his graze hits you. Feeling hot all over, you don’t back down, “Write something that can grasp the reader’s attention in just that way. Write the trauma that is the indecision.” He finally finishes, drops his gaze from me, and returns his attention to the chalkboard.

You wonder momentarily if anyone else feels the heat and tension you always feel when he’s looking at you. Eventually, you have to return your attention to your blank Google Doc. The bright screen hurts your eyes, and nothing comes into your brain except explicit thoughts of your professor—your much older, hotter professor.

An hour later, when the class has come to an end, every single other person has picked their shit up and packed it away into their bags. You’re stuck writing because you eventually did get the words to form in your head. A cough draws you from your thoughts and the screen before you. When you look up, he’s standing there staring at you.

“Miss, L/n? Class is over.” He says. You nod and start to pack your things. Closing your laptop, but yet again, you’re met with his eyes staring into you. Making your skin burn, “Miss, L/n, I need to talk with you.” Your professor says, even though you’re so close to the damn door you have to turn around and go right back to the man that makes your legs wobble, and your heart beat faster. “Yes Professor Heisenberg.” You say as you hold the remaining books tightly against your chest. “I need to talk to you about something private, and this lecture hall needs to be used in the next ten minutes, so follow me to my private office so we can talk there.” You nod, and wait for your professor to grab his own bag and laptop. You follow next to him, the sound of sneakers squeaks, and little kittens heels fill the air in the hallway. Walking with him has your cheeks warm, and knowing that you’re going to be in his private office.

Alone.

Alone with a hot, older professor that has you ruining panties, and squeezing your thighs so tightly that you hope the dull ache goes away. Your professor stops making you bump into him. If your fantasy didn’t already have you thinking he was a strong, beefy man then bumping into him surely made all your fantasy come true. The key jingles against the lock letting you in first. You sit down, and wait until you see Professor Heisenberg move around the desk and sit in the chair on the other side.

The air is thick and unspoken tension, so you’re the one to break it. “Um… sir, why did we need to talk?” You ask your books now resting on your lap, your legs crossed, and you back pressed up against the back of the chair. “I wanted to talk to you about… um” his words die in his throat and for the first time your professor seems completely amiss. A loss for words is something you’ve never seen on the man before.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask worry etching into your soft features. “No you haven’t. God no, I just.. you..” He’s a mumbling mess in front of you. “Professor, maybe I should come back some other time.” That’s what you say, not that that is what you’re thinking.

Being in his lecture hall is enough, watching him pace is enough, but now you’re here in his private office. The word private keeps blinking in your mind, his private office that smells more of cigars and burnt coffee. Where his degree hangs on the wall and the papers scatter the hardwood top of his desk. He rolls his lips together, and then looks towards you.

There’s something behind those eyes. Like a cat got his tongue, then all the sudden the words fall from his very kissable mouth. “You Y/n are an absolute distraction for me.” Your brows shot up with a little bit of hurt mixed in, “Oh no not like that darlin’ I’m saying that having you in my class makes everything ten times harder to focus on, because all I can see out of the corner of my eye is you. Clenching those thighs together as you try to focus on your screen, but I catch you staring at me all the time. Those beautiful eyes lost in la-la land. What are you thinking about huh?” Your shoulders drop, and embarrassment courses through your body. You’ve been caught, but it seems that your day dreams, and fantasies were not one sided. You place your bag on the floor, and let your books fall as you get up from across the desk. “I’m thinking of you Professor Heisenberg. About what these large hands do to my body. How your touch would feel. I think about you all the damn time. I’m so needy for you.” You mutter the last part. Holding his hands feeling the weight of them in your own much smaller ones.

You can feel the ruined panites, soaking through your jeans. Heisenberg's eyes glaze over, and something shifts in the room, from tension to desire. He’s quick to meet you halfway around the desk. He stands so much taller than you, then the way he man-handles you to sit on the side of the desk has you wish you could strip off all your pieces of clothing right then and there.

“”I’m so fucked…” He whispers before taking your lips with his. There’s a fight, but you both know that you’ll be giving yourself over to your professor in a matter of minutes. Your arms wrap around his wide shoulders balancing on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss further. He seems to notice, and takes a second of your precious time together and picks you up plopping you onto the desk. In the same motion his hands are digging into your jeans and yours are trying to get his belt undone. “By the way, buttercup call me Karl, not professor or heisenberg. I wanna hear you moan my name when you cum. His words make you fumble with his belt, but he seems to be able to do two things at once because your jeans are already unbuttoned and his hand is reaching into cup your pussy.

“Fuckin’ hell wet are the damn river. Is this what you go through every day, hmm such a poor baby.” He teases, but that's all the teasing he does. He’s far to desperate for forplay and your thankful because the next set of words that were gonna come out of your mouth were gonna be ‘if you don’t fuck me right now I think I might explode.’ Karl helps you the rest of the way with your shirt, bra and then he helps himself to ripping himself out of the slacks, and his button up.

Leaning back you hit a few objects on the way down. “Um… Karl can we move some of this stuff?” You ask your voice shy and timid. “Of course.” With one big sweep of his arm the objects fly to the floor, the name plague landing with a thund, and the stapler clicking to the floor. “Thank you.” He hums, and returns his attention to your body.

Nipples hard waiting to be played with. Pussy soaked and yearning to be touched, he kisses you first. You can feel the weight of his cockd sitting against your thigh, and when you look down you aren’t surprised to get the feeling that it might not fit. Karl can sense your unease. “Don’t worry buttercup, we’ll make it fit won’t we.” He says as he taps the tip of his cock to your sensitive clit. All your worry fades away as your body heats up like flame in an oven. It’s not until the tip of his cock notches at your entrance do you look back up at him. There’s a devilish smirk written all over his face, and you can’t help but drag him down to meet your lips, wrapping your legs around his hips, and pulling him fully in.

There’s no waiting, no making sure he fits, or going easy. The pain only fuels the urge for him to almost pull all the way out and push right back in. The lamp that didn’t land on the floor from the desk shakes, and your moans start to fill the small office. He doesn’t even put a hand over your mouth to cover your screams of ecstasy. A large thumbs sitting over your clit, pulling tight circles over it pushing you over the edge, and as you go Karl thrust becomes harder and faster. He’s pushing himself to catch up with you.

If he was a gentleman he would have prepped you, taken you out to dinner before fucking you like an absolute animal but a part of him thinks that how you like it. Being taken, whisked away and fucked for all to hear. Hell someone could knock or just burst in at any moment. Your tits bounce with every erratic thrust, your nails dragging against the back of his neck. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum again.” You scream and it’s Karls undoing. Tight, wet, warm walls squeeze him tightly, barely letting him leave to thrust back into your warm heat. “Fuck me Karl, just like that!”

Your chest rises and falls as you both try to catch your breath, sweaty, and sticky from sex. The room smells like it too, but that alright especially when Karl reaches over your body still deep inside you to grab a few tissues to clean you up the best he can. “By the way” You say in a huff. “You can call me Y/n.” You say sarcastically, as if the moment here will ever happen again. “I will darlin’.” He says with a wink.

Completed on: 03/29/24

Posted on: 04/05/24

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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Not like the others: part two

Pairings: g!p Carol Danvers x reader

Warnings: smut, blowjobs, jealously, slight angst, degrading, praising, cumming on someone’s face, Carol has a penis

Word count: 2,049

Summary: After Carol finds out about a certain someone taking a liking to you she made it her job to show you just who you belong to

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“You ready to go?” Carol asked you as she slipped on her jacket. You turned to look at her, giving a small grin before responding.

“Yeah, I just gotta get something and…got it!” Throwing up your hands you showed your watch signaling you found what you were looking for. She chuckled and pulled you into her, staring down at you as she brought your hand to her lips and leaving a small peck on the back.

“Alright then, let’s go.” You bit your lip as she moved herself from you and opened the door, letting your flustered self walk out in front her. As you walked out her eyes wandered to your ass, using her hands to slap the two cheeks as she closed the door behind her. You fake gasped as her hands made contact, turning around to give a light smack to her shoulder.

When the two of you arrived you both were greeted with a bunch of people greeting you, some jocks were talking to Carol and a bunch of the cheerleaders went to you. You all talked about the dances you’ve been working on and one person even mentioned you and Carol.

“So you and Carol Danvers huh? You know, I heard she’s slept with most of the girls here.” You hated to admit that those words struck you right in the heart but they did. Knowing that you could just be another one of her hookups scared you immensely.

“W-we’re just friends.” She didn’t stop though, it was like she wanted a reaction from you. “Really? Then why did you walk in with her? And why do I see you going to her dorm every night?” When you were about to speak, the woman you’ve been talking about suddenly appeared behind you. She wrapped her hand loosely around your shoulder and pulled you into a mouth watering kiss.

“Hey babe, what you guys talking about over here?” You still had a shocked and flustered face from the kiss, she’s never done something like that before. It was supposed to be a friends with benefits deal but here she was calling you babe and basically making out with you in front of everyone.

“Oh nothing, just about you and Y/N.” You could tell she already knew, it was probably why she came over here in the first place. She was most likely just being nice and trying to not make you uncomfortable, she didn’t mean the kiss or the nickname, it was just to get them off your back.

“What about us?” “Oh you know, just that you two have clearly been fucking all the time. Oh and Carol, that Steve guy has been talking a lot about Y/N. You may want to put him in his place for talking about your partner.” They all giggled like schoolgirls while you let out a shaky breath. Looking up you saw the blondes jaw clenched and fists squeezing together almost drawing blood.

“And uh, what has he exactly been saying?” “Oh you know just ‘god they’re so hot, I bet you all I could bring them home with me’ and ‘damn have you seen that ass?’ Just the usual talk about Miss Y/N here.” They mimicked the man and smirked when finishing their statement, trying to get a rise out of her. When Carol heard them say ‘usual talk’ it was as if something snapped inside of her, she hated the thought of people thinking you were theirs when you were clearly hers. Although she couldn’t blame them, you were hot and it’s not like she made anything official yet, she was too scared to ask you out. So for now you were ‘just friends’ when in reality Carol wanted to be more than that, she wanted to take you out on dates and spoil you. You dragged the woman outside to get some fresh air only to be shoved against the wall.

“Carol, what are you do-“

“Shut up. When we go back in there I want you sitting on my lap all night alright? I want everyone to know you belong to me.” You hated to admit her possessiveness turned you on, knowing she was so jealous because of you made your heart swell. You nodded and walked back into the house with her, her hand laid upon your ass.

Moving you both over to the living room she sat on the chair and placed you on her lap. You moved around a bit to get more comfortable until you felt something poking you.

You looked behind you to see Carol smirking, “What’s got you all flustered baby?” Shaking your head with a blush on your face you looked back at the ground until you heard chatter. Everyone was walking up to the two of you, including Steve, the quarterback. The woman kept her hand around your figure and glared up at the man when he sent you an obvious wink. You grimaced and leaned back into the blonde only to rub against her hard on once again. She groaned into your ear and gripped your hips, making you repeat the motion slowly. She continued with her movements and you tried your best not to silence your moans, even making out with Carol to hide your noise. You turned to straddle the slightly older woman so your core is pressed right up against her restrained cock. Neither of you cared that others could see you making out very visibly, in fact, Carol loved it. Knowing that all those people can see clear as day that you’re her girlfriend, well, not just yet.

You rocked your hips slow enough that no one would be able to see it but still so you two could feel the pleasure. The girl wasn’t having this, she thrusted your body fastly against her, making sure everyone can see you basically riding her.

“Carol- the- others- can- see us-“ you said between each kiss she peppered onto your mouth.

“Let them.” She left visible marks along your neck, marking her territory. You quickly dragged her upstairs before it could escalate even more, hearing whistles your way from the cheerleaders. The moment you two entered the room you pushed her down onto the bed, straddling her like before.

She tried to flip you over only to have you holding her down. “Uh uh, I want to make you feel good tonight.” “But-“ you shushed her with a finger to her lips, lowering yourself so you made eye contact with her large bulge.

“No buts, I want to suck you off alright?” She nodded with a heavy breath and let you unbutton her jeans. When you got to her boxers you used your hand to massage her bulge gently, hearing her small moans. You rubbed her balls through the undergarments as you waited for her to beg you.

“If you want me to give you a blowjob you have to ask nicely.” You batted your eyelashes teasingly at her and she groaned.

“I’m not begging, I don’t beg.” When you started to stand up she quickly pulled you back down to your original position making you smirk at the effect you had on her.

“I already told you Carol, if you want my mouth you have to beg.” You placed your hand back in its old position and watched amused as she got fed up.

“Fine! I’ll beg! Y/N, will you please suck me off?” You laughed at her poor excuse of pleading and she threw her head back in annoyance at your response.

“You have to beg better than that honey, don’t you want my mouth? Don’t you want my tongue just licking up all your cum? I guess I was wrong to think that you’d want to hear my gags and see my tearful face as I choke on your cock.” You faked a pout as she basked in the image of you on your knees taking her down your throat. You knew how much she loved having you suck her off as you gagged around her, it bloated her already large ego.

“Please Y/N, I am begging you please make me cum. I want to see you crying and choking around me, I need you to just make me feel good please.” You sighed as if you were thinking about her response before giving in, licking a long stripe up her eager cock. She felt relief wash over her as you wrapped your mouth around the tip, sucking gently. You moaned around her length and brought vibrations around her that made her shudder.

“Mmm, such a good girl aren’t you? Taking me so well.” Her praise caused a blush to arise upon your face as you took down more of her, reaching about half way until she hit the back of your throat. Using your hand to make up for the lack of your mouth you jerked off the rest of her as you bobbed your head up and down. She grabbed onto your hair and forced you to take her all the way, admiring the noises you made.

“Yes! Take me all the fucking way! You’re so good for me baby, you’re a natural.” Her words were cut off with a loud moan. You were lucky there was obnoxiously loud music playing downstairs or else everyone would have heard her.

The way Carol was manhandling you made the wet patch on your underwear increase, you never told her but you loved the roughness of her actions, you loved when she treated you like a cockdrunk whore.

“Such a little slut, are you my slut? You’re mine, all mine to use, all mine to fuck. I’m gonna cum princess, I’m gonna paint your face with my fucking cum.” You could barely even pay attention to a word she was saying as you only focused on giving her the best blowjob she’s ever had. You wanted to be better than those girls she’d bring back before, you wanted to be better than anyone she had. Unbeknownst to you she thought you were the greatest thing in the world, not just because of how good you were in bed but because she loved you unlike any of her hookups. She loved everything about you, she was just too afraid you didn’t want her the way she wanted you.

“I’ll mark you as mine baby, I’ll make sure no one will ever take you away from me. You’ll be with me forever, and no one will ever ruin that, not Steve or that stupid chick staring you up and down.” Confusion hit you as she said those first few words, what did she mean by ‘mark you as mine’? She pulled your hair to rip you off of her throbbing cock and jerked herself off, planning to finish all over your beautiful face. Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks as she shuttered seeing you open your awaiting mouth to taste her cum. You closed your eyes while her release splattered across you. You noticed the way her cock twitched when you grasped it yourself, going to replace her hand with your own. You continued with her original pace and lowered yourself to take her once more. You milked her dry and moaned at the taste, trying your best to take it all.

The moment she relaxed she quickly rushed to put on her pants. You thought she must have regretted it as she was starting to walk out the door.

“You coming?” “W-where?” She let out a whispered laugh with that raspy voice, god what that voice did to you. She grabbed your chin in her hands and wiped her cum off of your body only to smear it across your lips.

“There. Now if anyone tries to kiss you all they’ll taste is me.” You were going to speak until she interrupted you by smashing her lips against your own, using the fact that your mouth was open to her advantage. She swirled her tongue around only to taste herself, groaning lightly when it hit her taste buds. She pulled back as you stared into her eyes, both of you guys’ eyelids growing heavy.

“Oh I forgot to ask, will you be my girlfriend?”

#carol danvers x you #carol smut #carol danvers smut #carol danvers x female reader #carol danvers x reader #carol x reader #carol danvers #captain marvel x you #captain marvel x reader #anon request

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fluentmoviequoter · 6 months

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Midnight Mistletoe

Day 1 of 12 Days of Ficmas

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x fem!reader

Summary: After Chris convinces Dalton to decorate his dorm, complete with mistletoe, you show up in the middle of the night to check on him.

Word Count: 1.5k+ words

Warnings: a ton of fluff, Christmas decorations?, references the event of The Red Door but takes place after.

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“What are you doing?” Dalton asks as Chris walks into his dorm. “I thought I told you to give the key back.”

“You did,” Chris says, smiling as she sets several bags on Dalton’s bed. “But this place needs a little holiday cheer, and we both know you won’t do it. So, your Chris-tmas helper is here. Get it? Chris?”

Dalton sighs as he stands, running his hand through his hair before answering, “Yeah, I get it. Hilarious. You’re decorating my dorm for Christmas? Immediately after Thanksgiving?”

“Calm down, Scrooge.”

Dalton shakes his head and looks in one of the bags. There’s a miniature tree, lights, a Christmas countdown, and a bundle of green leaves.

“What is this?” he asks, pulling the bundle out.

“Ah, that is the key to my long-term sanity,” Chris jokes. At Dalton’s unimpressed look, she rolls her eyes and adds, “Mistletoe.”

“Why are you putting up mistletoe in my dorm?”

“Because she’s always here, and you need to make a move. I’m just nudging you in the right direction.”

“You’re meddling.”

“Call it what you want, as long as it works.”

Chris presses a button on her phone, and Christmas music fills the dorm. Dalton agrees to help her put the decorations up and, within a few minutes, is enjoying himself. When the bags are empty, and only the mistletoe remains, Chris holds it up and asks where he wants it. He looks around, and instead of making the anticipated joke or saying nowhere, he says, “Above the door.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Your dorm is full of Christmas music, the smell of cinnamon, and a skinny Christmas tree covered in ornaments. When Chris asked you to go shopping with her for Christmas decorations for the dorms, you went a little overboard. She invited you to help decorate Dalton’s, but you thought she was kidding, so when she sends you a picture of the finished product, you can’t help but laugh into your festive room.

The sun has set, and you invite Chris and Dalton over for hot chocolate, cookies, and a new Christmas movie, an invitation which they accept quickly. During previous movie nights, Dalton always sat on the floor while you and Chris sat on your bed, so when Chris shows up with her own blanket and gets comfortable on your rug, you’re more than a little confused. She winks at you, making you sigh as you realize she’s back to her meddling ways.

“Uh, Dalton, make yourself comfortable. I need to finish the hot chocolate first,” you say before returning to your mini-fridge and microwave.

Once the mugs are made to everyone’s preferences, you hand Chris and Dalton theirs before grabbing your own and sitting beside Dalton on your bed.

“Do you want me to move?” Dalton asks as you shift your leg.

“No, no, I just didn’t want to be in your space,” you explain with a forced laugh.

“I don’t mind,” Dalton promises.

You nod and let your leg fall back to its original position, your knee brushing Dalton’s thigh. The movie begins, but you are more interested in Dalton sitting beside you.

“Your decorations look great,” Dalton whispers during a snowball fight montage.

“Thanks! Yours do too,” you respond. “Chris sent me a picture.”

“Chris did most of it.”

“But you let her, and you came here, so you’re getting in the Christmas spirit whether you want to or not.”

“Christmas just hasn’t been the same since… since I started projecting I guess.”

“Well,” you begin, placing a hand on his arm, “we’ll make this the first of many good Christmases.”

“Thanks.”

Dalton starts to lean in, but the scene changes, and Chris makes a comment that draws him out of the moment. He smiles at you and turns back to the screen, laying his hand over yours as he does. You’re pretty sure he was going to kiss you, and his hand on yours gives you more than enough promise that when the time is right, he will. The only concern is whether or not the time will ever be right; Dalton has been through a lot, and there’s no guarantee the Further won’t attack again if the door opens. For now, though, the Christmas season and Dalton’s company make everything seem like it will be okay… good even.

✯✯✯✯✯

Chris and Dalton leave, engaged in a heated debate over who would win a snowball fight. You laugh as you close your door, leaning against it and flexing your hand. You can still feel the warmth from Dalton’s skin on yours. Recently, the world has felt like a never-ending winter, but his warmth is your hope.

“Look at my arms, Chris, I can throw harder than you. I would obliterate you,” Dalton’s voice floats through your door before they turn the corner.

“Should have kissed him when you had the chance,” you whisper to yourself before cleaning up.

✯✯✯✯✯

“What happened?” Chris asks. Dalton furrows his brows, and she clarifies, “I gave you two the bed. What happened? Did you finally kiss?”

“I thought that’s what the mistletoe was for.”

“I don’t care where you do it, Dolphin, I care that it happens.”

“We didn’t. I was going to, then I backed out.”

“Why?”

“The moment ended? I don’t know. What if you’re wrong and she doesn’t want it?”

“Dolphin,” Chris says as she makes Dalton stop walking. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but that night at the beginning of the year, when you were trapped in the Further with your dad? She confessed a bunch of stuff while you were gone. And was ready to sacrifice herself if it brought you back. I’m not just telling you what you want to hear; she feels the same and you need to make a move before it’s too late.”

Dalton stares at her as she walks away, his mind flashing images of you, scared and alone, while he is trying to close the door and get back to you. He has a list of things he wants to tell you, and part of him wishes he had heard what you said that night. After returning to his dorm, he tries to sleep but can’t stop wondering what Chris meant by saying that you would sacrifice yourself for him.

✯✯✯✯✯

After an hour of tossing and turning and only getting more upset and anxious, Dalton texts you and asks if you’re awake. You don’t answer, and after a few minutes, he turns his phone off and lays back down. Just as his head hits the pillow, someone knocks on his door. He stretches while walking across the room, opening the door to see you looking up at him with pinched brows and your phone gripped tightly in your hand. You’re wearing the same pajama set from earlier, but your hair is pulled away from your face.

“Are you okay?” you ask, stepping closer to him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What are you doing here?” Dalton responds, letting you inside before closing the door.

“You sent me a message and I just assumed… sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize. Um, I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh, okay.”

You release a sigh, and your shoulders drop. Dalton watches, enamored with how much you care about him while growing concerned about your worry for him.

“Do you- why are you still awake?” Dalton asks, avoiding his real questions, ‘Do you always worry about me this much?’

“I cleaned my dorm and then was thinking and couldn’t go to sleep,” you answer, looking down at the floor.

“Thinking about what?” Dalton presses.

“You,” you whisper, glancing up at him. “And what almost happened earlier.”

“I was too.”

You smile and tilt your chin back to look at Dalton. When you lean back to look at the ceiling, Dalton says your name, concern lacing his voice at the sudden movement.

“What is that?” you ask, still looking at the ceiling.

Dalton doesn’t have to look up to answer, “Mistletoe. Chris’s idea, not mine.”

You look at Dalton, smiling as you tease, “You couldn’t kiss me in my dorm but you could text me at midnight to get me under the mistletoe in yours?”

“That wasn’t my idea, I…” Dalton trails off as he realizes you’re kidding. “Very funny. Besides, I told Chris the mistletoe was a stupid idea.”

“Why?”

“Does anybody actually honor that tradition? Because most guys I knew in high school who got a girl under the mistletoe got one of two things: a kiss on the cheek or slapped in the face.”

“Well, which would you prefer? Since you have me here after all?”

You don’t let Dalton answer, raising your hands to his cheeks as you kiss him, leaning against him as he pulls you closer, his lips moving against yours.

When you pull back, you answer his unasked question. “I worry about you, Dalton, but I’ll always be here.”

“Right here?” Dalton asks, raising his eyebrows as he looks at the mistletoe.

“As long as you want me.”

“Midnight, tonight, and every midnight after,” he whispers, kissing you again as he starts a new Christmas tradition.

#fluentmoviequoter12daysoffics #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious 5 #insidious the red door #fem!reader

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woojungz · 6 months

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their love languages! 💭🎀

❝ xikers x gn!reader

𓂃𓈒 finally wrote something for all 10 members(⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^)

word count: 1.5k

( likes and reblogs appreciated!♡ )

✧𓂃𓈒MINJAE.

i'm a firm believer that minjae is so huge on words of affirmation. he's already written roadys long messages before, like i’m saying 'essay long' messages, thanking us for keeping up with them and having fun last tour. he loves pouring his all through heartfelt words he tells you at random times of the day, whether it be through text or if you're hanging out together. tells you he loves you everytime he can, the members even cringing whenever he does that in front of everyone else. they don't let him catch a break😭 the other way around, i think he also likes receiving words of affirmation. remember that one fancall where he asked a roady why they love him? as his s/o, let him know how well he's doing as a leader please. he also incredibly cherishes quality time with you because as the group leader, he doesn't get all the time in the world to be with you even if he wanna :(

✧𓂃𓈒JUNMIN.

i'm not sure if this counts as words of affirmation, but i'll just say it is. junmin really loves updating you throughout the day, like i'm saying tons of messages consisting of his selfies, food he's eaten, and places he's been too. dude is gonna blow up your phone at this point😭 but you don't really mind. even though you're not right there beside him, you feel like you are, because it's like he tells you updates of every single move he makes for the day. you literally have a collection of his photos he sent you, in your gallery. you're actually suprised it's a lot more than the pictures you've taken yourself?! he also really loves to do acts of service for you, he's actually one of the members that keeps their dorm mess free. so if there were times you're stressed or too occupied with work that you weren't able to pay attention to other things around you, junmin will do his best to help ease your workload!

✧𓂃𓈒SUMIN.

i like to think sumin is really into gift giving, and the things he gives you are really personal which makes it a lot more special. he really enjoys having you as his subject in his paintings of drawings, and would love to gift it to you once he's finished. also, you can't miss the sweet messages he leaves you behind the paper of the drawings! everyone knows sumin owns a lot of keychains right, literally his keychains weigh more than the bag it's attached to😭 he'd let you take anything from his collection, and would sometimes even buy you new ones! aside from that, even though we see him sometimes reject physical touch with the members, he'd initiate it himself with you. if you guys are living together, you'd maybe wanna marry him already because this guy knows how to maintain a home. this paragraph is gonna get longer if i explain, so i'll have it at just that.

✧𓂃𓈒JINSIK.

he's kinda on the same level of sumin when it comes to gift giving. our jinsik is an artist right? so he'd spent most of his time making drawings for you so you can turn it into your phone wallpaper! or even does short animations for you, like that stuff takes such a long time and jinsik would just spend his whole day making it for you. sometimes you'd catch him drawing something, but he suddenly hides it from you because he says he wants it to be a surprise!! also this guy is a real enjoyer of quality time too. whenever his family would be going somewhere, he'd want you to tag along with them. it makes him so happy to see all his favorite people in one place together :(

✧𓂃𓈒HYUNWOO.

i don't know if this is kinda unexpected but if you look closely, hyunwoo really likes physical touch. this boy always needs to hug you everytime you meet. and those times where you thought he was making kissy faces to you as a joke so you never reciprocate it, yeah... he was being fr that he wants a kiss. you just realize it when he suddenly sulks beside you as if there was a random rain cloud that manifested on top of his head, that suddenly his mood got sad. but once you do kiss him then he's already back to happy! also, he really likes to backhug you. at first he might be kind of cautious with physical touch if the other members could see, because he's often the center of their teasing. but as time went on, he actually didn't care anymore, he's gonna hug you whenever he wanna!!

✧𓂃𓈒JUNGHOON.

our hoonie really loves quality time with you! everytime he's free from schedule, all he really wants to do is spend the time to explore food spots with you (he really enjoys eating). he'd drag you along to places you've never been to before so you guys could try the randomest food ever. oftentimes he doesn't really show much expression right, so you also love it when you get to eat with him because he gets very extra while eating. especially when the food is good, you'll get to witness a bunch of reactions from him! just like hyunwoo, he's suprisingly into physical touch with you. no one of the members expected that at all! he'd like to have his hand somewhere on you, just making sure that there's no one else around to see this side of him. it's like he doesn't even expect himself to act like that, it's just because he's so in love with you he unconsciously wants to touch you all the time😭

✧𓂃𓈒SEEUN.

he's just some guy that has a lot of love to give😔 i like to think he enjoys giving all the love languages to his s/o, he's really sweet overall as a boyfriend. he would wanna devote himself to you. he's really heavily leaning on physical touch though, like randomly kisses you in moments you don't expect (i mean, this dude kisses his members randomly and even kisses the camera itself when it's on him😭). he can't sit still without having his hand on you all the time. also this guy doesn't like being locked up in their dorms whenever they don't have any schedules, so he's quickly ringing your phone up to ask you to spend time with him, hence another quality time enjoyer.

✧𓂃𓈒YUJUN.

physical touch on top when it comes to him!! sometimes the members have expressed that yujun gets so touchy, and he gives the best hugs. such a cute cuddler you know. everywhere you guys are spotted together, yujun always has a hand around your shoulder, waist, or his favorite: entangled with your hand too. if he's standing near you, he's not gonna let a gap between you too happen, your shoulders need to be touching😭 sometimes how question if he can even exist without being beside you all the time. goodluck dealing with him because it seems like yujun has a never ending amount of energy. also!! quality time with him in the form of playing video games together.

✧𓂃𓈒HUNTER.

he actually said it himself when another roady asked him!! hunter really enjoys quality time. even before then, this guy really loves to travel to different countries. he tells you he'd love to take you there some time, doesn't really care if he's been there for the hundredth time, as long as he sees the smile on your face that you're happy to spend time with him. even locally, he enjoys hanging out at parks and aquariums so expect a lot of your dates to be at those places. another is that hunter loves to give you gifts. it's not just ordinary gifts, he loves to give you ones that he could always see you using. mostly it'll be clothes or accessories, and it makes him really happy to see you show up for dates wearing his gifts :(

✧𓂃𓈒YECHAN.

he's kinda new to this relationship thing, very awkward at first. a stark contrast to how you met him, he's really extroverted right. it's honestly kinda cute to see him try his hardest in doing all the couple things he thought he has to do, so let him know that he can breath sometimes and just be himself!! he tries to ask for relationship advice from his hyungs, sometimes it backfires on him because he accidentally understands it a different way. so then he resorted to asking his older sisters instead. he may struggle a bit with words (in the relationship), even though he's normally so talkative. so he likes to express his love through actions. he remembers your favorite things, would love to buy you gifts even though there's no really occasion. and mostly tries to help you any way he could!! please notice how hard he tries to show acts of service!

#xikers x reader #xikers imagines #minjae #junmin #sumin #jinsik #hyunwoo #junghoon #seeun #yujun #hunter #yechan #xikers

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canbean-enby · 1 year

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You Accidentally Found His Sketchbook pt. 3 Bakugou x Gn!reader

A/n: THIS IS FINALLY DONE OMFG. I am sorry I have kept you loves waiting but...the more you wait the better something will be right? Anyway, here we are. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for all of the love you all have been showing this small series :) Gn!reader x Bakugou CW: cussing and bad cat puns

Best experienced in light mode

Part one | Part two |

Previously

You looked at your phone and noticed that the times didn’t correlate at all. Why is the picture set for the future if it’s the same date?

You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, realizing what the blonde was too shy to ask you aloud.

“Meet me at the front at three. If you’re late, I’m leaving your stupid ass”

And he just walked off. Many thoughts raced through your mind but the main one being:

Is this a date?

Before you could ask, the blonde walked away from you, getting away just as you blinked. Whether this was a date or not, you need to figure out what to wear. Your panic made you call Mina instantly, she would be able to decipher this madness…right? Wrong. When you told her the situation, she brought along the rest of the group, and the five of you could not figure out the blond’s true intentions. The first time looking at the drawing, they said that it was “obviously a date.” However, looking at it a second, third, and fourth time, the group became more confused.

"Is that a blush on his face?"

"No, he must’ve done that by accident."

"Why would he keep it if it was by accident? It must be a date."

"Look at how he is dressed, it’s too casual. It can’t be a date."

"That’s just how he dresses, plus, it looks like he tried a little more than usual."

The contradicting thoughts made your head swirl. You were so panicked that you didn’t even notice the time. It was just thirty minutes before you had to meet up with the male, and no one could decipher the picture. So, for your sanity, you shoved everyone out and decided to go with the flow. You looked at the drawing, saw what you wore in it, and tried to match it as best as you could. Not too much, but something that shows you still put in the effort. This should be fine...right?

There was no time to debate because as you finish, you look at the clock and realize you’re a minute late. You grab your phone and wallet, then zoom out of your room at a speed that would make Allmight jealous.

As you walk up to the entrance of the dorms, you notice the blonde instantly and he is dressed in the same fashion as you are. You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding and speed walk up to him.

“I’m so sorry I’m late I-“

“Just shut up and let’s go.”

The abruptness of his speech made you turn silent. You decided that talking wouldn't be best until you made it to the cafe.

Little did you know that the crimson-eyed male in front of you was sweating his ass off. Without you talking, his thoughts were going wild. He was so nervous and the fact that you were not your usual chatty, funny, and extroverted self made him doubt if you really wanted to be here. Obviously, you did or you wouldn't be here...right?

He had to try something, anything to get you to talk again. To hear that sweet voice that he subconsciously wishes he could hear forever.

"What the hell did you put on? It's making my nose bleed."

You look up at him and roll your eyes, a small smile plastered onto your face as you walk up beside him. You pinch him a little before responding. "For your information, this is actually my favorite scent so watch what you say next firework."

That nickname. That goddamn nickname. Besides the fact that it is meant to be an insult. It makes his stomach do small flips every time he hears it. The usual nicknames or insults that were thrown his way were never creative enough or personalized to make him care. They were often repetitive of what someone else said or just basic. Maybe Kirishima's was also different but that doesn't count at this moment.

"Oi are you listening" you smack him on the shoulder as you notice the blonde was staring into space.

"Of course I was."

"Then answer my question."

"What question?"

You roll your eyes for the second time that afternoon and ask him once again. "Why are you bringing me here?"

You decided to get the question out into the open so you know what to expect. Whether you were going to be disappointed, surprised, or excited by his answer you couldn't wait all night to hear what it was.

"Because I fucking felt like it. It's your birthday stupid. Plus, you like this shitty cafe, and it's not that expensive."

He shrugs and looks ahead of him again. Of course, he didn't answer your question. Why were you expecting a response outside of that one? He's Bakugou Katsuki.

The rest of the walk to the cafe was quiet. Mixes of small jokes and jabs at each other were sprinkled in every now and then. But that didn't stop the anxiety that settled in the pit of both of your stomachs.

Upon entering the cafe, you hear a mix of coos and meows. This is where you belong. You take a deep breath and smile down as you feel something brushing up against your leg. When you look down you expect to see the cat that always greets you, a cute blue-eyed Birman that you have fallen in love with. However, you are met with a gray British Shorthair in its place. While this has caused you slight shock and panic, you pick up the cat anyway and give it the attention it deserves before putting it back down.

When you're seated at your table, you keep looking around for the cat that was dear to your heart and after looking around you decided that asking an employee would probably be more efficient than looking around. So, you grabbed the attention of the closest one to you and asked where the cat named Harvey went.

"Fortunately, Harvey was adopted! It was just yesterday too." The employee left with a smile on their face while a frown took over yours. Harvey felt like your personal cat. While you knew that he was at risk of being adopted every time you left the shop, you felt that because he was there the next time you arrived, meant that you both shared some sort of connection and that you both belonged together. But that is only wishful thinking.

"This is turning out to be a shitty birthday."

You didn't notice the concerned face that Bakugou wore as you read the menu. You already knew what you wanted, of course, you just like to see the drawings that cascade the menu. Mixes of pinks, greens, and oranges fill the menu in the shapes of vines, hearts, and roses.

"What can I get for you today?"

The voice of your waiter pulled you out of the trance that you were in. Looking at the male, you smiled as you noticed that he wore the signature cat ears that some employees choose to put on. Most don't but some do and it was cool to see that some of the employees put in the extra mile that makes you smile.

The smile that you showed the waiter made Katsuki bawl his fits a little. He took a quick look at the menu and interrupted the small moment by ordering.

"Get me a BL kitty with a black paw-ffee." (Get it? BLT but its BL kitty? No? Pawffee? Okay ill stop

He felt stupid for saying such childishly unfunny puns but he said it now, he can't take it back. The way you giggled made it worth it though.

You know he hated every second of it but he still did it. You thought he wasn't going to order anything or make you order for him but his stubborn nature took over. You turned to the waiter and told him what you wanted. After taking your menus, he strolled off to the back to tell the staff what you want but not before sending you a small smile.

Your face heated up a little bit as you went to go look down at your phone. Seeing that you were added to a group chat named "Bakugou & y/n sitting in a tree", you rolled your eyes and opened it and were overwhelmed with a bunch of text messages asking how it was going. You gave them a quick "it's going okay" before looking up to see that Bakugou has become a favorite for the cats. He had at least three on him in total. One brushing against his leg, one on his lap, and another on his shoulder. He mumbled about how big the one on his shoulder was but didn't move the fur ball. You took this opportunity to snap a picture and send it to the group chat, not noticing their text messages about the sketchbook. You muted the chat because the buzzing was becoming distracting and looked back up to see another cat that had moved against the blonde's leg.

"Damn firecracker, you gettin' all the pussy today." He looked up at you and scoffed, rolling his eyes before moving the cat on his shoulder down on the floor.

"Tell anyone about this and you'll be turned to ashes."

You decided not to tell him that their friend group already knows about the love he's getting. Knowing that it would be much funnier to watch the embarrassment as they bombard him when they get back.

Over the course of three hours, you both make conversation over anything. Training, homework, extra curricular's, your friends, previous birthdays, etc. You were both enjoying yourselves, to say the least. You shared some laughs, especially when Katsuki spat out his drink from how much sweeter it was than usual. Maybe you added some sugar in there while he was in the bathroom...who's to say? When you both finished eating you decided that it would be best to leave. The question was, who was going to pay the bill?

You tried and failed to pay for the entire thing but argued with him over splitting it. He couldn't take your nagging anymore so he agreed to split it with you. When you both got up, you didn't notice the 4,000 ¥ he slipped into your pocket with a small smirk. He knew you were gonna chew him out for it later but he couldn't care less.

The walk back to the dorms was slow. You both didn't want this day to end yet but you were both too afraid to express that to the other.

"I didn't like how that scummy waiter was eyeballing you. I was gonna punch his lights out if he kept looking."

This took you by surprise. Not only did this subject come out of nowhere but the possessive tone behind it made your heart flutter a bit and your brain confused.

"So what if he was looking at me? Not like I'm off the market." He stood dead in his tracks. Looking down at the ground with his hands in his pockets, messing with the loose thread that was in them.

You stopped a few feet ahead of him, looking back when you noticed that the second set of footsteps stopped.

"Kat-"

"So I just wasted my fucking time?!"

His tone was strong and aggressive, masking the hurt and dread that he felt inside.

"What are you talking about?" You were more confused than ever. Your stomach turned and your mind raced at what you could've said wrong.

"This whole thing. Me asking you to come to this stupid place as a fucking date. Just for you to say you want to fuck with a cat boy"

"Wait, date?" Your eyebrows came together and your hands started to shake as you thought about the word that just left his mouth. He was kidding. This was a joke right?

"Yea date you simpleton. Can't you read? Or are you too stupid to read my perfect handwriting?"

"Kat...I don't remember reading anything about a date in your drawing."

His eyes widened slowly as he realized that he both exposed himself and yelled at you for not knowing that this was a date. All because you didn't read his note.

"You're a moron. I put a note on the last page. You didn't fucking read it?"

You shook your head slowly as the beats of your heart began to go faster. This was a date? There was another page after the picture?

"I'm sorry. After I saw the picture I didn't look through the rest of it...guess I should've."

"Yea you should've."

He brushes past you and continues walking towards the dorms. All you could do was sit there in silence. Both shock and fear keep you from joining the blonde. Did you just fuck up your chances?

He stops after getting a few feet away from you and turns around, scoffing at the fact that you are not able to keep up with him.

"Are you coming dipshit? I'm not repeating what I said in that letter. Come read it for yourself."

You snap out of the trance you're in and jog up to where he is and join him in walking back to the dorms.

As soon as you got there, your four friends came up to you bombarding you with questions about how the date was and what you guys talked about.

"Wait- how did you guys know it was a date? I didn't even know."

They handed you the sketchbook. It was opened to the last page that you neglected.

Dumbass,

I guess you're not as bad as the other idiots we're acquainted with. You better read this shit because I am treating this as more than just friends hanging out. I know you like me. You can't even hide it well. But I guess I like your stupid ass too.

This made your heart flutter like he wrote the most beautiful poem for you. You turned around and saw the small blush that started to build on the blonde's face.

"Seems like someone isn't able to hide it anymore." He scoffs and crosses his arms, looking over to the side of him.

"If you would've read it in the first place then we wouldn't be in this situation. But you didn't because you're an idiot."

You walked over to him and caressed his arm gently, trying to alleviate the 'anger' that he was throwing at you. "I know. I'm sorry okay? I'm an idiot I will admit it." You decided to throw away your pride for a second so you can see that grin that he wears when you admit to him being right (which is very rare). It is a special grin that makes his eyes sparkle and his face light up a little. You hate that you have to say that he is right about something for it to show but you didn't care at this moment. You were happy that your feelings are out in the open and you want him to be happy too.

He looks past you to see the audience that was still there and grabs you by the arm to take you to his dorm. He still had one more present for you and he didn't want to have an audience while you both were having your moment.

Once you both were in his room, he flicked on the lights and you immediately heard shuffling. "Is there a rat in here or something dude?"

"After I just admitted my feelings to you, you're gonna call me dude?"

He chuckled and walked over to the source of the noise, picking up what seemed to be a carrying case for an animal...he didn't.

"Kat-"

"Open it. Don't argue with me."

And so you did. You opened the box to see your favorite cat stretching his legs out from being in the same position when he was napping just a few minutes ago. You called out his name and his eyes immediately darted to you, widening slowly as he realized who you were. He jumped out of the box and walked to you slowly, sniffing your arms before he crawled into your lap and sat there. Small tears ran down your cheeks at a rapid rate as you pet him, looking up at the blonde and whispering a quiet thank you. He nodded and knelt down, burning this moment into his brain forever.

"You're lucky you have someone like me around. Those shitty T-shirts could never compare to my amazing gift."

Your eyes roll at his comment, "The T-shirts weren't shitty, asshole. I thought they were cute. But, you and Harvey here are the best gifts I have ever gotten by a landslide. Best birthday ever."

The blush on the blonde's face grew. He was one of the best birthday gifts you've gotten?

"Of course I make a great birthday gift. Who wouldn't want me? Happy birthday, dumbass."

You decide to do something that you've been thinking about doing since becoming friends with the blonde. You move a hand to his face and kiss his cheek, quickly looking back down at Harvey to hide the embarrassment on your face.

"Thank you firework."

You caused this man to malfunction. The mix of the kiss and the nickname has sent his brain into overdrive. The only thing he could get out was

"Whatever ya idiot..."

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shurisasthmaticgf · 1 year

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draw eight

warnings: none

translations: Ulale kakuhle- goodnight | sthandwa sam- my love | Isithandwa- sweetheart/darling

authors notes: in this fic the reader insert is the one that went to Wakanda- basically everything that Riri did was switched to Y/N. Riri is Y/N's roommate tho. i'm sleep deprived as fuck so the chances that my editing on this was shitty....pretty high. anyways hope you all enjoy and as usual, feedback is welcome and appreciated!

Walking through the front door of your dorm after a long lab and lecture was nearly the biggest relief you'd felt all week. For the past month and a half you were struggling to keep up with the plethora of exams, projects, and papers your professors coincidentally assigned at the same time. Most nights you didn't even make it into bed before falling asleep, settling for your desk over a pile of textbooks and notes. The dark circles and bags under your eyes were borderline concerning, the burning sensation with every hour you were awake slightly more alarming. But all that was over now that you finished the last of your end of semester assignments, leaving you to relax while the rest of the students on your campus start what you just finished.

You lay sprawled out on your bed, one shoe missing while the other remain half tied on your foot. A heavy knock at your door jolted you awake from the light doze you started giving in to. Instead of answering it, you remain hanging off of your unmade bed and hoped the person would leave. When another knock returned your silence, you staggered to the door with one slipper on and your bonnet sliding off of your head.

Without much thought you yanked the door open, prepared to see your RA for the fourth time this month. Pure venom and annoyance in your voice as you hissed, "Celiwe girl- I swear if you're here about Riri's air fryer again imma knock the braces right off your tee-" Before you could get the last part of your sentence out you faltered at the sight before you. Instead of your officious resident assistant standing in front of you it was someone of an actual authoritative status.

Your eyes widened in shock and you blurted out, "Shuri?!" The queen pushed you lightly through your door and closed it behind her. There was a cheesy grin on her face as she replied, "Hi my love." In disbelief you squinted then rubbed your tired eyes aggressively, "Shuri?" The latter's smile fell and she asked in a more serious tone, "Y/N are you alright?" It was then that the surprise subsided and you quickly pulled off your bonnet and kicked your slipper off your foot before tugging your girlfriend into your arms.

The comforting scent of jasmine and vanilla filled your senses as you tucked your head into Shuri's neck. The two of you held each other silently for a moment, nothing needed to be said aloud to know how much you missed one another. After a moment the queen pulled away and pointed to the door, "Who did you think was at the door?" All the joy you just felt swept away at the mention of your resident assistant. You let out an annoyed scoff then answered, "My bitch ass RA. She been getting on Riri over her air fryer when literally everyone on this floor got one. It's like every time we be opening the door, Celiwe be standing right the fuck there ready to report us again." You rolled your eyes in annoyance then looked back at Shuri when she didn't reply. Your girlfriend was just standing there looking at you with an adoring smile, as if she didn't even hear a word you just said.

Narrowing your eyes at Shuri you asked, "What?" Instead of chiding you for your use of... explicative language like usual, she chuckled softly and walked towards you. Her lips ghosted yours as your back hit your mattress behind you and she murmured, "You've been practicing." It took a moment for you to understand but then you realized. Shuri noticed the way you pronounced the familiar click in your resident's assistant's name correctly, how her name rolled easily off your tongue. You lightly smiled and admitted, "I'm glad you noticed. That makes the $10 overdue fee on my library books worth it." Teaching yourself Xhosa when Shuri wasn't around to help you was a work in progress, but the adoring look and giddy smile she gave you were well worth it.

Shuri backed you into your desk slowly before she leaned forward and placed a heated kiss on your lips, immediately swiping her tongue against your bottom lip. You didn't have time to push her off before the door swung open and a loud shout interrupted the two of you, "YO Y/N LOOK WHO I FOUND IN THE PARKING LOT- oh shit." Shuri jumped off of you and you stood up while straightening our your t shirt. Your roommate stood in the doorway with Okoye standing behind her wearing a displeased look. Riri pointed to Shuri then beamed, "Yo what's good ya' highness." Your girlfriend winced in lingering embarrassment as she answered, "Hi Riri, it's nice to see you again." Shuri then glared at Okoye and whispered in Xhosa, "I thought I told you to stay in the car!" The General shot back sassily, "The girl found me and dragged me here!"

Riri looked between the two women and asked curiously, "Why are y'all here?" She realized her words when you smacked her leg and she added, "Not to be rude or nothing. But like, it's a Thursday evening." Shuri laughed in amusement and answered her question, "Well, I knew that Y/N had been really busy with her classes until today. I missed her as well, so I decided to come and visit." Riri frowned and looked at you, "Do this mean you missing game night?" Your own smile fell at the realization until Okoye asked you and Riri, "What is this about a game night?"

While Okoye stood stationary beside your front door, Shuri started making your bed and folding your clothes that covered it. You knew there was no point in trying to convince her otherwise, so you explained instead, "Basically Riri and I get together with our friends and we play board games. Tonight we got UNO." Riri leaned in with a serious look and narrowed eyes, "We take this very seriously. Emphasis on the very."

Shuri tucked the last corner of your comforter on your bed then looked over her shoulder at you both, "May I please join you all?" You and Riri agreed in unison, "Hell yeah!" You looked at your girlfriend then the General, "Bet, we got two more players." Okoye held up a finger and corrected you, "I never agreed to this." Riri sank back into her beanbag chair and said confidently, "You will." Okoye raised her eyebrows in mild disapproval, only to receive a toothy grin from the teenager across from her. You noticed the way the General just barely struggled to keep a stern face while eyes were on her, and how a smile tugged at the corners of her lips when everyone else's attention was elsewhere.

While Riri walked with Okoye across campus to pick up pizza for you and your friends, you stayed back in your room with Shuri. Curiously you asked, "How things been back home?" Your girlfriend answered simply, "Nothing much has changed. I have meetings with the elders, I work in my lab, and deal with whatever problems come up between both of those." The exhaustion was evident in her voice as she spoke and you decided to stop the conversation there. Although it had been months since Shuri was crowned queen, she was still recovering from everything that led and followed closely behind those events.

Your girlfriend remained suspiciously quiet as she helped you clear space in the middle of the room. The way she bit chewed on her lip and stared off into space every few minutes didn't go unnoticed.

Shuri was lost in her own thoughts when she felt one of your hands slip behind the small of her back. She tried to play it off but to no resolve when you asked, "What's on your mind?" The queen hesitated to answer but knew there was no use in lying so she shyly admitted, "I am just nervous to meet your friends." For a moment you laughed but that ceased when you realized she was being serious.

Many times you forgot that back in Wakanda, Shuri didn't have many people she knew that didn't work for her in some way. Since she was a child she was always the odd one out when it came to other kids in the kingdom. There weren't nearly as many child geniuses that doubled as royalty for her to befriend. In addition to the fact that other children were often intimidated by her presence or found her too different- she really only had T'Challa as a friend that didn't work to serve her. For years it didn't bother her but recently in the absence of her family she has realized how lonely things can be when you factor out her lab.

You reached up and cupped her face in your palm, "Baby..." There was a hint of a smile at the pet name and she leaned into your touch. With a gentle voice you assured her, "My friends are going to love you. There is nothing you need to worry about." Shuri stared back at you still slightly unconvinced and you explained, "It's only going to be MJ and this new friend she made, Peter. He's nice n' hella dorky. Oh and MJ's other friend Ned usually comes over- he's outta the country for one of his cousin's weddings or something." Shuri relaxed at that, especially having heard you mention MJ on numerous occasions during calls with her. The queen then quietly asked, "Do they know about..." You smiled and assured her gently, "No. Ri and I haven't said anything." In a teasing voice you dramatically bowed, "My panther." Shuri elbowed you in the side and playfully scoffed, Yeah yeah." With a small tug you guided Shuri back towards your face, a smug grin on your lips.

A harsh bang at the front door startled you two part just as you were about to kiss. A girl called out, "Aye! Y/N open up! It's MJ." A second voice added much quieter, "And Peter." You quickly placed a kiss on Shuri's lips then opened the door to see your best friend and her newer friend. Peter stepped aside and let MJ in first then followed behind her, both of them taking off their shoes and coats and putting them by the door. The queen watched silently from a distance as MJ slapped your palm then hooked her fingers with yours before you let go and bumped your fists against one another. It was a handshake Shuri had seen you do with both Riri and MJ, so it must've been some friend thing she assumed.

Peter stepped in front of her, unknowingly blocking her gaze in the process. He stuck out his hand with a friendly smile, "Shuri hey, Peter." Her brown eyes narrowed and her brows furrowed in slight confusion, "Something about you feels incredibly familiar. Do I know you?" Color drained from the young man's face and he nervously stammered, "Uh no we don't- I've never um- No." MJ bumped Peter's arm with a laugh, "Dude chill, be cool." She diverted her attention to Shuri and said, "Anyways, I'm MJ. It's cool to actually meet you after hearing Y/N mention you so often." A cheeky grin spread across Shuri's face and she asked, "Is that so, Sthandwa?" From across the room you threw a pillow at her head, just for her to catch it without sparing a glance. Shuri's cheeks grew warm when Peter and MJ shared a look then stared back at her for just a second too long.

The front door opened and Riri entered first with Okoye behind her carrying three pizza boxes and two bags with drinks and snacks on the each arm. MJ reached over and grabbed the pizzas from the General's forearms while Peter helped with the bags. In a hushed whisper you hissed, "Ri, I know you did not make her walk all the way back carrying all that stuff!" The shorter woman put her hand up to you and shot back, "No. She ain't let me carry nothing. I offered the entire way back but she stayed saying I ain't needa worry bout' it." Shuri overheard the conversation and eyed Okoye suspiciously, she knew the General was more fond of Riri than she let on all this time.

After everyone minus Okoye had gotten their plates and cups, you all settled around the table in the middle of the floor. The General remained on guard next to the door observing you and your friends silently. You shuffled the deck of UNO cards and started dealing out seven cards to each person.

The queen eyed the cards in her hand then raised a finger, "Pardon me but, how do we play?" Riri started to speak, "Okay so basically-" MJ cut in immediately, "No you don't get to explain the rules cause you never follow them. So allow me." She brushed a honey brown curl from her face and readjusted the beanie that slipped from her head. Just as she was about to speak, Peter interjected, "Technically you don't follow the rules either so I get to explain." MJ flipped him off in feign annoyance to which he covered with his hand as he correctly explained how to play the game.

Shuri listened to Peter with her brows furrowed in concentration, holding onto every word he spoke as if this was life or death. When he was done Shuri nodded in understanding, "I've got it, thank you." The young man looked up at Okoye and asked politely, "Are you sure you wouldn't like to join us?" The General declined once again, "I am sure, but thank you for the offer Peter." Riri's back faced Okoye but she said nonchalantly, "Come on Okoye, play with us it'll be fun." MJ and Shuri overlapped one another trying to get her to agree before you and Peter also joined in. The warrior eyed you all, clearly contemplating on accepting the offer while she was telling you all she needed to do her job.

Riri turned around and faced her with her best and softest puppy eyes she asked, "Please? For me? Just one game...pretty please?" Okoye sighed in defeat and caved, "Alright, I give." Shuri and you exchanged glances with one another as Okoye settled next to Riri and accepted the cards she was dealt.

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The first half of the first round was getting more intense as everyone but Peter had less than three cards remaining. Riri glared at MJ from across the table and demanded, "You better not- Michelle Jones-Watson I swear you betta not skip my ass." A small smirk tugged at the corners of MJ's lips as she put down two skip cards, causing Peter and Riri to lose a turn. Okoye put down a wild card and changed the color, leading you to quickly slap down another on top of it. You opened your mouth to shout that you had uno but another voice cut you off before you could even speak, "UNO!"

You slowly turned your head to the side and whined, "That's not fair Shuri! You're not supposed to try to make me lose!" The queen shrugged and handed you two cards, "Well then you should have followed Peter's rules and yelled Uno before me." Riri muttered, "Damn that's cold." MJ pointed to your girlfriend and snorted, "I knew there was a reason I liked her."

The game continued for three more rounds with Okoye winning the first, Shuri the second, and you the third. It was down to the final round and Riri, Peter, MJ and Okoye were already finished. Thus, leaving you and Shuri to battle it out against each other. Without having to see you knew that Shuri had two +4 cards in her hands. Throughout the entire round she held onto them, saving them for later meaning she could stack them and win against you. There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she stared at you cheekily.

You shook your head and refused, "No don't do it. Shuri please- Baby-" Okoye watched with a devious smile, "No Shuri. Do it." Riri added on harshly, "If you don't do it imma do it for you. Finish her!" Without context this entire thing would sound totally alarming, but all you could do was try to convince her to not go through with her idea. Once more you begged, "Isithandwa please." Shuri slammed her slammed her hand on the table and shouted victoriously, "UNO OUT!!!!"

A burst of cards flew into the air causing Riri and MJ to exclaim, "Oh shit!" Peter stepped back in surprise and Okoye smiled to herself in slight amusement at the scene before her. You looked down at the table you'd been playing on that was no completely collapsed and demolished in a pile of crushed metal and plastic on the floor. The LEDs that hung on the ceiling flickered, one of them going completely out a second later. Shuri felt her palms get sweaty as she nervously glanced at everyone who was now staring at her. MJ pointed to Shuri then Okoye with a squinted gaze and an open mouth as if she was going to ask a question. She then turned to Peter and Riri and stuck her hand out, "$20 for you and Ned. $10 for you, Ri. I win." The two groaned and grabbed their wallets and you asked, "What y'all talking bout?"

MJ proudly accepted the money and explained, "I told them Shuri was the Black Panther but they were adamant that I was wrong. So we made a bet, and look at that. I won." She fanned herself with her money then tucked it into her shirt with a laugh. You asked in slight annoyance, "Y'all made a bet on my girlfriend?" MJ laughed in delight, "And look what it got me." While you were annoyed Shuri and Okoye shook their heads in slight amusement at the situation.

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It was around 1 AM and your friends had left for the night after helping you clean up. Riri decided she was going to stay the night at her other friend's dorm to give you and Shuri time alone. Okoye insisted on walking Riri to her friend's place, and told the queen she'd be back in the morning. Now leaving the two of you were curled up in your bed rambling on about whatever crossed your mind.

You rested your ear against Shuri's chest and let your hand rest on her toned abdomen beneath the night shirt you gave her. The light touches of your warm fingers against her stomach made her heart race, and not in the way it used to. Slowly she pulled your hand from beneath her top and tugged it all the way down, completely covering her skin. Ever since the battle with Namor she was much more reserved when it came to exposing her abdomen and back. Although the spear wound healed, there was still a very noticeable section of disfigured, shiny raised flesh against Shuri's back and abdomen.

The small sigh that fell past your lips prompted Shuri to change the subject while she still could, "Today was very lovely. Thank you for letting me meet your friends." You accepted the subject change and answered, "Of course my love. I knew they would like you....Speaking of, what's with Okoye and Riri?" Shuri let out a laugh and explained with a smile, "I think Riri reminds General of her younger sister. She would be around our age now if I recall correctly. The General doesn't mention her family much less those she's lost. But, her personality was very similar to Riri's. That grew the soft spot in her heart , at least that's what I believe."

You hummed sleepily in response and Shuri felt your hand loosen on hers. She stared down at you and asked, "Are you falling asleep on me, sthandwa sam?" You refused in a soft mumble, "Nah of course not, baby. I'm just resting my eyes." Shuri didn't even bother trying to tease you because you were dozed off moments after finishing your sentence. Her muscular arms wrapped tighter around your body and she kissed the top of your head, "Ulale kakuhle."

#black panther wakanda forever #black panther fanfiction #black reader #black wlw #shuri x reader #mcu shuri #shuri udaku #queen shuri #shuri fluff #shuri imagine #shuri x black!reader #shuri x y/n #mcu imagine #mcu fandom

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training4theapocalypse · 1 year

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Finders Keepers Ch 5. (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!! Kissing, Dry humping, Sucking on my titties like you wanted me calling me all the time like Blondie check out my Chrissy behind it's fine all of the time.

Summary: It's the night of Slughorn's party and you're ready to make McLaggen jealous.

A/N: I said I wasn't gonna post til Sunday but I am too impulsive!!! Here is some recommended listening: Escapism by RAYE and Daylight by David Kushner (thank you anon for the latter recommendation). P.S. You can tell I'm not actually a Ravenclaw because my door riddle was SHIT lmao.

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Chapter 5: Firewhisky

Two weeks later, you sit on the same spot on the edge of Marietta’s bed, this time lacing up your strappy stilettos. You point your wand at your feet. ‘Molliare’ you think, silently casting a cushioning charm so you can walk with ease in your heels.

Cho and Marietta join you as you walk over to the mirror, they stand behind you like proud parents.

“Stunning,” says Cho looking at you in the mirror.

“Yes, well, enough about the dress,” says Marietta, admiring her alterations. “Zacharias is going to feel like he’s won the Daily Prophet Grand Prize Draw when he sees you.”

Ugh, you almost forgot about Smith.

You admire yourself in the mirror and you have to admit- this is probably the best you’ve ever looked. Thanks to Marietta, your form-fitting cobalt blue dress seems to glow ethereally in the candlelight. She’s given you a high leg split and its generously low-cut bodice accentuates every curve of your body.

“Okay, toss your head forward and mess up your hair a wee bit,” says Cho. You flip your head down and back up and push your tousled hair behind your ear. “Perfect - it looks like you’ve just finished a very steamy snogging session.”

“Fuck, I’m nervous.” You reach out and hold both of their hands. “I wish you were coming.”

“Okay, Captain,” says Cho, imitating your most authoritative dressing-room voice. “What’s the game plan? Let’s go over positions.” Strangely, it helps your nerves.

“Meet Smith downstairs and arrive late. Don’t even look at McLaggen. Impress Gwenog. Still don’t look at McLaggen. Have a few drinks and hit the buffet-”

“Have one drink. No bread or you’ll burst out of that dress,” warns Marietta.

“One drink to stay reasonably sober,” you repeat, ignoring the last part. “Wait for McLaggen to approach me. Brush him off casually. Leave conspicuously and in an extra giggly fashion with Zacharias Smith then report back to you two in the common room.”

“Well remembered.”

“Shouldn’t I just snog Smith in front of him?”

“No!” says Marietta.

“It’ll be way worse in his head if he doesn’t see you. Leave it to his imagination,” nods Cho knowledgeably.

God, dealing with boys was such hard work. You look at your two friends sincerely- they’re extremely skilled in this particular art of war.

“Thank you- both of you. This was insanely hard work, I mean, this dress, Marietta…” You check yourself out in the mirror again. “It’s beautiful, really. I’m sorry if I’ve ever been sort of disparaging towards this stuff before. As if it’s any less worthwhile than Quidditch or school. It’s just… I’m not used to being bad at things.”

They understand. You don’t need to say any more as the three of you embrace in the middle of the dorm room.

“Right,” says Cho, wiping her eyes. “You’d better go before Zacharias thinks you’ve stood him up.”

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Slughorn’s office looks like a beautifully decadent circus tent. The walls are draped with emerald, crimson and gold hangings, contrasting with the striking blue of your dress.

You walk in, arm-in-arm with Smith who looks incredibly pleased with himself. When you met him earlier on the marble staircase he actually did a double take before saying your name questioningly, as if he didn’t believe it was you.

“Fuck off, Smith, I don’t look that different.”

“Ladylike as ever, I suppose,” he scoffed and you rolled your eyes.

But now as you walk in, you keep your head high and smile at other students you recognise, as if you’re delighted to be here with Smith. Murmurs ripple through the crowd, as the two of you pass through- you hope it’s your dress that’s causing a commotion but you resign yourself to the fact that your classmates are probably just surprised to see you here with a boy.

Tactics, remember tactics.

“Let’s get a drink,” you whisper, marching him towards a tower of champagne flutes. You grab one and drain it quickly, using the opportunity to discreetly scan the room for McLaggen.

He’s across the room, determinedly talking to Hermione. You have a satisfied feeling that he’s trying not to look at you.

You dump your empty glass, grab another for courage, and link Smith’s arm again, steering him to try and find Slughorn but you don’t need to go far before you hear a booming voice calling your name.

“Professor Slughorn! Thank you for inviting me,” you respond graciously, pretending you aren’t starstruck by his companion, Gwenog Jones. “This is Zacharias, he’s captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team.”

“Oh! I thought- ” says Slughorn looking from you to Smith and then off into the room behind you. “Ah, never mind. I’m an old man, who knows less and less about young love these days.” Slughorn chuckles and Smith gives you a questioning look which you ignore. “Anyway, allow me to introduce Miss Gwenog Jones, Captain of the Holyhead Harpies. Gwenog, this is the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, I mentioned earlier.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you say, shoving your drink into Smith’s hand and clasping hers when she reaches out to give you a handshake. “I’m a huge fan.”

“Old Sluggy’s been telling me all about you,” she says.

“All good things, I hope?” You ask playfully of Slughorn who guffaws.

“Of course, of course!”

“I don’t suppose he mentioned our recent landslide victory against Slytherin?” You give her a winning smile, desperate to make a positive impression.

“He did… But I’m more interested in what he told me about your training.”

“My- my training?” you stumble - slightly surprised that Professor Slughorn knows anything about your training.

“I’ve told Miss Jones here all about you spending every evening on the pitch. I can see it from that window, you know.” He gestures to the window in the corner, obscured by the curtains. “You and McLaggen, practising for hours and hours and right in the middle of your N.E.W.Ts too… Oh, look, there he is!” Slughorn looks over your shoulder again and calls his name. “Not that you’d be interested in McLaggen for your all-female team, Gwen,” he chuckles. Slughorn spills a little champagne when he spots Harry Potter and practically runs over to join him, abandoning your group.

You bristle as McLaggen replaces Slughorn’s vacant space beside you. He shakes hands with Gwenog who, you remind yourself, he’s acquainted with already.

“As I was saying, Slughorn told me all about your win against Slytherin and while it piqued my interest, it was your work ethic that really got my attention. And he says you’re a keeper too?”

“A world-class one,” says McLaggen. “I’m surprised she hasn’t been snapped up by a professional team already.”

You blink at him in surprise. It’s very considerate of him to compliment you like that in front of Gwenog, even though you’re not speaking.

“And it’s you two who’ve been practising together every night?” she asks, noticing the look you give to McLaggen. “I mean, you’ve actually been training? Slughorn hasn’t been seeing you head off to the Quidditch pitch so you can snog privately or anything, has he?” She lets out a laugh like a bark.

“No! God, no,” you say quickly, and go to squeeze Smith’s arm but he’s already disappeared without you even noticing.

“Absolutely not,” confirms McLaggen.

“Good,” she smiles. “Well, you’re not the usual build for a keeper, I must say. They usually look more like him - ha!” She nods at McLaggen. “But if you’re as good as he and Slughorn say you are, it sounds like I’d be stupid not to let you try out during the transfer window this summer.”

“That… that would be incredible. Thank you.”

She bids you and McLaggen farewell and goes to mingle with the other guests. If you hadn’t fallen out with McLaggen, you’d grab him and jump up and down screaming for joy. Instead, you stand awkwardly, trying not to look at him.

Game plan, a small voice in your head reminds you but the champagne has loosened your sharp tongue.

“Well, you better not keep your girlfriend waiting,” you say, looking for Smith.

“Who told you that Hermione’s my girlfriend?”

“Hermione told Lavender who told Parvati who told Padma who told Cho who told me,” you rhyme off, trying to sound casual.

“I thought you didn’t like gossip.”

You shrug. “I just hear things.”

“Look, I know you don’t like her after what she did to Marietta-”

“Oh, is that what she said?”

“No, it’s what I know. I was in the D.A. with them too. You’re not the only one who hears things.”

Finally bringing yourself to look at him properly, you’re extremely annoyed to see that he looks incredibly handsome in his black shirt and dress robes.

“So, have you snogged her?” You blurt before you can stop yourself.

“What?!”

“Have you snogged her?” you repeat slowly and clearly, knowing full well he heard you the first time.

“I’ll go and snog her right now if you’re so concerned.”

“Go ahead. It should be easy, right? If she’s your girlfriend and not just here to make Ron Weasley jealous. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find my date.”

He watches dumbfounded as you walk across the room to grab Smith aggressively and lead him by the hand out of the room. When you reach the corridor, you turn around and see that Smith looks like he can’t believe his luck.

“Oh,” you say, trying to think of a lie when you realise you really, definitely don’t want to snog him. “Sorry- I just wanted a bit of air. It’s so hot in there and my armpits are like, really sweaty.” You make up wildly.

Smith pulls a disgusted face and turns to go back in. “Wait!” you grab his arm and spin him back around. “Let me fix your hair.” You run your hand through it, messing it up slightly. “There, much better.”

He stares at you, stunned. “You are so weird.” He returns to the party and you groan, leaning against the indented archway in the wall and knocking your head back against it a few times in frustration. When you hear the click of high-heeled footsteps coming towards you, you flatten yourself inside the little cove so you’re not spotted alone.

Hermione Granger whips past you without so much as a backwards look. You watch her as she walks as fast as she can in the direction of Gryffindor Tower. She’s ditched McLaggen, you realise. You thought you’d feel ready to gloat but instead you just feel… empty. Until recently he was your friend after all.

Returning to the party, you’re not sure what to do with yourself. The game plan has gone out the window.

You want to do everything you can to avoid Zacharias Smith, and you really don’t want to be paraded in front of a vampire by Slughorn like Potter is right now. The only person you actually want to talk to is Cormac McLaggen but lately, all you’ve been able to do is argue, that is when you’re not sitting in sullen silence during Potions.

You decide you’d better mix with some other students. You spend some time chatting with Dean Thomas and Ginny Weasley who you recognise from the Gryffindor Quidditch team. They congratulate you on your win against Slytherin, and you return the compliment but only out of obligation as both victories make your teams the closest rivals on the table, competing for the top spot. You excuse yourself and cross the room to get another drink but Professor Snape halts you in your tracks.

“Detention,” he says simply.

“Sir, I-”

“The first Saturday after the holidays. And I expect you to be more suitably dressed for the occasion.”

You open your mouth to argue but think better of it. Any argument with Snape is likely to extend your detention to a week or even a month. More murmuring cascades around the room as he gestures to the door. It’s probably for the best, you think, that you leave before you drink any more. You got what you came for - an invite to the Holyhead Harpies tryouts. But you wish you’d just…

What do you wish?

That you’d made McLaggen jealous in the process? Or even just made up with him? Gone back to being friends. But could you ever swallow your pride and settle for being just friends? Surely that had to be better than whatever this feeling was right now.

Out of the hot room, the cool air hits you dizzyingly as you walk quickly along the corridor to the entrance hall. You see McLaggen ahead of you, near the front doors, in almost the exact same spot where you had your argument two weeks ago.

Maybe being friends would be enough.

When he hears your footsteps he turns and groans “Oh, no. Not you.”

You catch up with him. “Always so disappointed to see me, McLaggen.”

“I’ve been chucked out. Snape gave me detention.”

“Me too,” you shrug. It’s not much of an olive branch but your instinct is to try and make him feel better. Misery loves company after all.

“You have?” He brightens up considerably.

“He thought I wasn’t ‘suitably dressed’,” you say and his eyes follow your hands as you smooth the front of your satin dress. “What did you get chucked out for?”

“He caught me hiding behind the bar trying to drown my sorrows.” He pulls an entire bottle of Firewhisky from his cloak.

“Your sorrows?”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”

“And he didn’t confiscate the bottle?”

“I pretended that I was about to vomit on his shoes and he just threw me out without noticing I still had it.”

Without warning you both burst out laughing. Your stomach hurts from laughing at the idea of Snape dragging McLaggen out at arm’s length, trying to avoid being vomited on.

“Well, no wonder he was in such a foul mood when he saw me. I mean detention, for wearing a dress?”

“Personally, I agree with Snape,” His gaze lingers on you again. “It’s very distracting.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Just don’t ask me what colour it is. I haven’t noticed.”

You hit his arm. This is nice - the playful banter, both of you not sulking for the first time in weeks. It feels almost… normal. Until, with a small jolt, you remember it’s not.

“Don’t be a pig, McLaggen. You have a girlfriend.”

“She isn’t my girlfriend,” he says, leaning his head back against the wall. “We can’t stand each other.”

And there it is. The news you’d been secretly hoping for all night. The pit in your stomach feels much lighter.

“Where’s Smith anyway? He was looking pretty dishevelled when he came back from the corridor.”

You feel a pang of guilt. He’d noticed. And it doesn’t make you feel victorious in the way you’d thought it would. “I honestly couldn’t give a shit where he is.” He says nothing. You wonder if he’s been hoping for similar news too.

“Do you want some?” He asks eventually, shaking the bottle of Firewhisky and breaking the prolonged silence. You go to accept it but he says. “Not here - Snape and Filch will be prowling the corridors in a minute.”

“Quidditch stands?”

He nods and you exit the castle, walking side-by-side in the dark, down the path towards the pitch. It’s a frosty night and you feel your teeth chatter.

“Wait a sec.” He removes his heavy cloak and wraps it around your shoulders. It smells good. Like him. “Better?” You nod and take the bottle from him, so you can have a nip of Firewhisky. It burns your chest, spreading heat through your body.

The path ends when you get to the pitch and you feel your high heels sink into the grass. “Shit,” you hiss, freeing one of your stilettos.

“Right, up you get.” He stands in front of you and stoops slightly, so he can give you a piggyback.

“You must be drunk if you think I’m letting you carry me.”

“Don’t argue for once in your life. Hurry up.”

You give him the bottle back before jumping up so he can carry you across the grass and underneath the stands. The familiar smell of amber and jasmine, this time mixed with Firewhisky and mud from the Quidditch pitch, reaches your nostrils. You resist the strong urge you have to lean into the crook of his neck and inhale.

He lets you off when you get to the wooden stairs. “Ladies first.”

“Remembered I’m not a bloke, have you?” you ask, walking up the stairs. Cho was right- he does always let you walk in front of him.

“If I thought you were a bloke, I wouldn’t constantly be staring at your arse.” He gives you a cocky grin.

“Oh, well, by all means, carry on objectifying me then,” you say sarcastically and snatch the bottle from his hands before turning around quickly so he can’t see you smile.

He follows you to the top of the stand where the pair of you sit, looking out onto the pitch and the snowy hills in the distance.

“I’ve never noticed how beautiful it is up here,” you sigh.

“Always been too busy watching the game?”

You nod.

“Same.”

There’s still an awkward dark cloud hanging over your heads. You take another drink of Firewhisky and pass it back to him.

“Right, out with it then.”

“What?” he asks.

“We can’t just act like the past couple of weeks haven’t happened.” Being brave, being vulnerable like this is something you’ve always found difficult and the bottle of liquid courage you and McLaggen are sharing doesn’t seem to be helping.

You try to think of how to get the words out - if there’s one thing you’ve learned from spending more time with Cho and Marietta this year, it’s that it’s better to get this sort of thing out in the open. You take a deep breath, preparing for rejection but he beats you to the punch.

“I’m an idiot.” He groans. “I just - I got it into my head that we’d go to the party together and you’d end up getting off with Gwenog Jones. So when Hermione asked me to go I jumped at the chance.”

“I don’t fancy Gwenog Jones-”

“-Then you turned up with Smith and that was even worse than what I imagined with Gwen.”

You draw his cloak around you and look at your shoes. “Well, I didn’t realise you had asked me to go to Slughorn’s party as friends.”

“I- I didn’t want to ask you as friends. Believe me. I thought I was kidding myself that you might be into me… everyone said I was stupid to even ask you.”

“Who’s everyone?”

“Belby-“

“Belby?!” You scowl. That moron. “Who else?” You demand.

“Well I’m not gonna say now, am I?” McLaggen laughs. “I can tell Belby’s about to regret it.”

Your face cracks into a smile. The aggression bubbling up in your chest evaporates into the frosty night air. His laugh gives you a new perspective - it’s as if you can step back from the scene and can see how daft it is to get so bothered by someone like Marcus Belby.

You look up at his face in the cold moonlight. Butterflies squirm in your stomach. He’s so distractingly good-looking - you can’t think properly when it’s just you and him like this. No quaffle or cauldron to divert your attention or give you a reason not to look at him for too long.

“To be honest, I sort of thought Belby was right after all because you didn’t seem that keen when I asked you.”

“I hesitated because you make me nervous, Cormac,” you say softly, determined not to look away. It’s like looking into the sun.

“Yeah?” He’s still looking into your eyes but he feels closer now.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t figured out by now that I like boys too.” You look from his eyes to his lips. “Well, not boys. Just… just one.”

His mouth is inches from yours. You can feel his breath on your lips. “If you say Smith, I’ll kill him.”

And there it is. You’re not sure whether it’s his possessiveness or the fact you’d really like to watch him hit Smith but something about that sentence makes you feral for him. You press your mouth against his, the burning taste of Firewhisky on both your lips.

He kisses you back fiercely. It’s harder and rougher than the soft kisses you’ve experienced before but you like it. It means you can kiss him back the way you want to - you know he can handle it. You bite hard on his bottom lip in silent admonishment for what he’s put you through. And Cormac returns the favour, his hand roughly gripping the part of your thigh exposed by your dress. You wonder if he knows it’s for him. The absence of fabric - created for the sole purpose of seeking his attention.

You bring your arms behind his neck, pressing your body as close to him as you can and the Firewhisky falls from the bench and rolls on the floor, forgotten. He moves his hand under your thigh and drags you onto his lap so that you’re straddling him. Your lips meet again, crashing into each other and his tongue intrudes into your mouth, rolling over yours. You want to feel his mouth everywhere.

As if reading your mind, his lips leave yours to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. You lean back so he can draw his tongue along your collarbone and bury his face in your chest. Cormac’s strong hands grip your hips tightly, his thumbs pressing bruises into your hipbones without any indication of slowing down or showing restraint.

From this position, you can feel his erection pressing into you. It’s the first time you’ve kissed a man like this but your body responds almost automatically, sending your hips grinding into him. The night air is below freezing but your skin feels burning hot between the weight of his cloak and the warmth of his body.

The difference in size and strength between you sends wild thoughts flashing through your mind of him pinning you down against the bench and savagely taking you there.

You run your fingers through his dark blonde hair, pushing his face into your cleavage in encouragement, feeling his hot tongue and rough chin against your chest as you grind yourself against him harder. The now hot and damp fabric of your underwear rubs against the hard bulge between your bodies, creating friction more electric than the one that’s been between you the past few weeks.

“Fuck…” he moans into your chest softly.

All evidence so far has pointed to Cormac being an ass man but you’re not so sure any more as he continues his vocal appreciation, licking and sucking your tits right here on the deserted stands.

Cormac’s hands move up from your hips to push your breasts together and he whines when one of your nipples peeks out over the top of your dress. He latches onto the small nub of skin and sucks, swirling his tongue around your nipple.

“Cormac, fuck, that’s-”

But just what it is, is interrupted by the anguished moan of pleasure that leaves your lips when his teeth graze your sensitive skin. It echoes across the deserted pitch into the night. A noise that would be indiscernible in the usually busy stadium. Unable to take it anymore you push his chest back and stare into his eyes, breathing heavily.

“We shouldn’t… we should go back to the castle,” you pant.

“Shouldn’t what?” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk, his slightly wet chin glistening in the dim moonlight. “I haven’t suggested anything.”

“I was talking to myself.”

He grins and helps you off of him so you can fix your dress. “Well, that was easily the best thing that’s happened to me in this stadium,” he says, adjusting himself too.

“Ah, maybe you’ll get a game one day,” you tease and cup his face, just so you can feel his stubbly chin against your palm again.

He kisses your palm before taking your hand in his so you can walk back down the steps to the pitch together. When you get to the grass he insists on carrying you again but this time refuses to put you back down until you reach the castle steps.

From a tower high above, Horace Slughorn looks out of the window of his now-empty office. The party has long finished. He chuckles to himself when he sees the silhouette of McLaggen emerging from the darkness, carrying you on his back towards the entrance hall, illuminated by the castle torches.

When you climb off him and make it to the top of the marble staircase, you kiss him goodbye one final time. This is the last time you’ll see him before you go home for the Christmas holidays tomorrow. You turn and leave for Ravenclaw Tower, while he goes off in the opposite direction to Gryffindor.

“I can skip, I can be broken, I can burst, I can sing. What am I?” asks the bronze eagle knocker on the door. “A heart,” you say, ripping off your heels impatiently, waiting for the door to swing open. You need to wake up Cho and Marietta - you promised you’d tell them everything.

Chapter 6: First Name Basis

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