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Bittersweet - C.L. #16
Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader
Summary: Going to the Annual Formula 1 Gala seemed like a good idea. But once you get there you realize that you don't feel like you belong there. A certain Monégasque driver changes your mind.
Warning(s): Google Translate French, assumptions of infidelity (Not in relation to Charles)
A/N: This is taken from this request by Anon. I finished this one up in a few days thanks to how detailed the prompt was. I loved exploring the atmosphere of the party in this one. It's set in the same universe as Mini Verstappen because I couldn't help myself.
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When you got the invite to the Formula 1 Gala that the FIA held at the end of the season, you thought your uncle was being a little too generous. He knew that Charles Leclerc was your favorite driver, but going to a gala where all of the drivers on the grid would be was a lot.
Your uncle had paid for your dress and the hotel during your stay in Monaco. You had been looking forward to the party because you would be sharing the same space with Charles and would get to experience something that no other normal F1 fan would get to part take in. You were sure that the party would be fun, being able to talk to all of the big wigs in the sport, and the food would no doubt be exceptional.
You were already dressed for the party when the town car picked you up from your hotel. Entering the party made you feel like you were entering a completely different world. There were people here who had more money than they probably knew what to do with.
You found your assigned seat watching everyone around you mingle, talk, and drink. As your eyes swept over the room spotting driver after driver, none of them Charles. Your eyes didn’t even travel all the way to the bar before you felt lightheaded.
The expensive crystal glasses reflected off the equally dazzling jewelry all of the women were wearing. You can’t help shifting in your spot in the room, taking a filled glass with champagne, hoping that the liquid will help you feel less out of place.
You saw Sebastian Vettel there conversing with a small group of people, a woman hanging off both of his tux-covered arms. Wasn’t he married? It seemed like most of the drivers that you saw all of whom were in relationships, were flirting with people who weren’t their partners.
Like, Max Verstappen. Who was talking to a tall leggy brunette, who was very much not his wife. Max’s wife was well-loved by the fans. You couldn’t imagine the woman he loves and affectionately called, his lioness, to be okay with him flirting with some random woman.
You took your bag off the chair, disappearing into the corner of the room towards the grand piano, hoping to get away from it all. You lean your head against the wall letting out a deep breath. You have never felt more out of place than you do now. The money, the clothes. It just made your everyday life seem so… boring compared to all of this.
You move to pull out your phone hoping that it’ll make the time pass by faster before you can leave at an acceptable time. Stay through the meal, walk around the room once more, get a drink from the bar just to be seen by the other guests, and then go back to the hotel. You were just about to open one of your favorite apps when you heard a familiar voice that had never sounded clearer.
“You know, it’s a party,” You hear from in front of you. “You are supposed to have fun.”
You looked up to see him, Charles Leclerc holding a tumbler filled with expensive amber liquor. You look him up and down, immediately letting your eyes fall to the floor. He wouldn’t want to talk to you, he’s just like all of the other people in the room. He is too enamored in his own life, enjoying the party for how he sees everything. It’s normal to him, to see all of the drivers shamelessly flirting with people who aren’t their partners.
“I’m not going to leave you, I promise.” You hear him say. You still don’t look up.
“I’ve been watching you from the bar.” You let your eyes move up to his hands. He has them out towards you. “Since you came into the room.” He says quieter as if you’re exchanging secrets.
“You are too beautiful to be by yourself.” Lies. Every word of it. You tell yourself. But you want to enjoy talking with Charles, you have been a fan of him since you got into watching Formula 1.
“Maybe I like being by myself.” You reply, meeting his gaze. His piercing blue-green eyes gave you a smile you had seen a dozen times before. But it was never for you before now.
“We can escape together then.” He offers you a hand that you’re hesitant to take. You let him lead you away from the crowd up to one of the balconies above the room.
“You’re first time at the Gala?” He asked placing his glass down after sitting on the chair across from the one you were in.
“And the last.” You say honestly.
“Come on, it’s not that bad. Is it?” He asked.
You give him a shrug. This is his world, you’re just living in it for the night.
“I’m not going to let you spend your one and only time here unhappy.” He removed his jacket placing it on the chair. He slips his hand in yours pulling you over to the balcony to look over the party.
“See Seb down there.” He points over to Sebastian, who is still talking to a group of people. The women have left him. “He’s starting a new charity, so earlier he was flirting with those two women who are now by the bar for a big donation to his charity.”
You take in Charles’ words still not fully believing him. You knew that Sebastian could be a flirt, you had seen the interviews from when he was still driving before he retired.
“And Max.” He pointed down to Verstappen who was talking with Christian Horner and Daniel Ricciardo. You had seen him earlier talking to a woman, you thought at first glance that he was flirting with her, but now he seemed more interested in his phone than talking to anyone.
“His wife just had a baby, and although he didn’t want to come, his wife asked him to because they met at one of these events. I overheard her begging him, please, for me Max, earlier.” He gave his impression of Max's wife. It wasn’t half bad from the short clip that you heard of her voice.
You felt your shoulders relax a little and a small smile broke through. You knew a little about Max, he was introverted and cared about his family. Being here made it seem like all of the drivers only cared about the luxuries that came with the job of driving in F1. Not that, for some of them it was just an unavoidable part of the sport.
“We’re not all bad.” He said. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll spend the rest of the night trying to prove you wrong.”
“I don’t want to waste your time.” Although it was sweet that Charles wanted to prove you wrong when it came to your impression of the drivers, you still didn’t feel like you belonged at this party. Everyone here looked like they belonged, you didn’t even feel like you were worth the designer shoes that were on your feet. He should leave you there and go back downstairs. Talk with Carlos, Pierre, or one of the team sponsors that was down there.
“Trust me, amour. Spending time with you would be worth more to me than you could know.” He gave you his signature smile, soft, warm, and inviting.
He held his arm out to you, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes before your smile broke through. He was too charming for his own good. You took his arm and let him lead you downstairs back to the party.
You had spent the rest of the evening together, drinking expensive champagne, eating the best food that Monaco had to offer, and even slow danced with Charles to the cellos and violins that were playing in the background.
At the end of the night, Charles walked you to the town car that you came in, you thanked him for spending the evening with you, “My pleasure.” he replied before kissing your hand.
“Bonne nuit, chérie.” He closed the door after you got into the car. You glanced up at him silently hoping that you would get to see him again.
You leaned back into the seat of the town car as it drove away from the party. You looked out the window in the dark Monaco night, you saw all of the yachts on the harbor. It made you think that Charles had changed your perspective on the way that you viewed the drivers on the grid.
They were just people living their lives, more glamorous in some ways. But that didn’t mean that they had all changed their core values.
Charles was just as down to earth, caring, and considerate as he had been from the first day that you had found out who he was. He hadn’t changed one bit. He had made you feel like you were the most important person at the gala tonight.
You would go back to your life, but would forever cherish the few moments that you got with Charles tonight. You wanted to see him again, even if it was only to steal a few selfish moments of his time.
Translation(s):
Bonne nuit, chérie. - Goodnight, sweetheart.
End A/N: Link here with some additional information if you are interested in reading a whole series based on this.
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✯Chris dating a black girl ✯
-he would be so lost but in love
-he gets whiplash with how much you change your hair (different colored wigs, different braids, etc)
-“wasn’t your hair just blue yesterday?”
-would try and run his finger through your hair and would be scared when his hand gets stuck
-he tries to put on all your bonnets
-“why the fuck do you have so many?” “Mind the business that minds you Christoper”
-LOVES THE GLOSSED LIPS (he loves the brown lipliner combo🤭)
-buys you lipgloss from a store but gets confused when you tell him it’s the wrong one.
-“it’s lipgloss how is it wrong?”
-introducing the beauty supply✨
-he’s amazed by everything in the store and keeps trying to touch everything
-“stop touchin! My momma would have popped you by now!”
-tries to convince you to let him get a durag
-“chris baby, let’s not have you get canceled.”
-gets scared by the mannequins
-he gets stuck reading all the perfume oil names (his favorite is ‘lick me all over’)
-“you lost baby?”
-he gets scared when a auntie speaks to him but he feels warm at the pet name.
-“no?”
-stays by your side for the rest of the trip
-blushes when the aunties hype him up for paying for all your stuff.
-if you’re close with your fam, he loves going over.
-“is your mom making her peach cobbler!?”
-plays fornite with your brothers
-listens to your sister complain about their boyfriends
-if you’re not close with your fam (like me) he will listen to you complain.
-“my auntie need her shit rocked for real! I’m tired of her ass!”
-“that’s why her kids got taken. She can’t keep a man and she can’t keep her kids!” Chris chokes on his drink.
-his first cookout he was mad confused when your mom (or whoever) told him to only bring the paper plates.
-“I was going to bring cookies!”
-“bring the paper plates, ion have time to back up your cookies Chris.”
-almost cries when he doesn’t see Pepsi in the cooler and sees RC.
-looks at you aunt/grandma crazy when they demand you to make his plate first.
-“look at him! He don’t have no meat on his bones! You be starving him y/n!?” “Ion even live with him!” “A damn shame, come on baby let’s get you a plate!”
-he fucks up the food! He had three plates
-“he fuckin that shit UP!” Your cousins try to clown him.
-nervously laughs and nods along to your uncles talking about getting girls and dominos (old head shit)
-your cousin offer him to take a walk with them and he says yes but then you gotta snatch him up and tell him what that means.
-he definitely embarrasses you trying to dance.
-“I told you to only get up to the cha cha slide!”
-“I wanted to dance!”
- takes home four plates
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Smoke, Fire and Ash
Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.
This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.
Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)
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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.
Note: Did I buy a silver white lace front wig so I can parade around my house like a Targaryen? Yes. Was it the best purchase I've ever made? Also yes. Have absolutely loved the theories and messages and memes you have all sent through, still cackling at the divorce rock! Enjoy <3
Chapter 62: A good day
Returning to your shared chambers, you found Aemond had returned at long last. And not a single greeting or word was spent on you. He was leant over the table as he wrote quietly upon some parchment. A large tome lay open in front of him, and he did not turn his head to greet you as you entered, too enraptured by his quill.
You watched his long, slender fingers dragging the quill across the page, ink drawing neatly beneath it. You shut the door behind you softly and moved slowly across the room, craning your head to see what he was writing.
“Enjoying yourself?” Aemond drawled, not taking his eye away from the page.
You had no care to start an argument, nor the fire to snip back at him.
Today had been a good day.
You straightened your back as you moved away from your creeping and towards the window, perching upon the ledge to look out at the setting sun, watching the sky turn a soft purple.
A purple that reminded you of Helaena’s eyes.
She seemed to be everywhere with you today.
“I saw a beetle today.” You thoughtlessly spoke, not bothering to see if Aemond was listening.
He was.
He had lifted his head from the parchment and brought his gaze to you.
“It was the brightest green you would ever see, and beneath its wings, it had these pearly ones that shimmered.” You reminisced, smiling.
“Helaena had one, exactly the same, land on her during the union celebrations. And today, one came to land with me.” Your voice got quieter the more you spoke.
This was the most you had said in some time.
The most you had said that wasn’t a quip or a snarl, a sneer or demand. Instead it was simply an observation. The most simple of observations at that. A beetle, that was all it was, a small green beetle, and yet that tiny little bug would have never known the change it had brought to you.
“Helaena would have liked it.” Aemond’s voice carried across the chambers to you gently.
You smiled as you looked out at the water.
“She would have.”
Unbeknownst to you, Aemond watched as you smiled out at the water and could not help but feel a twinge in his chest as he thought of his sister. She was too pure for a world filled with such cruelty, and so it had become too much for her to bear. He was gladdened, in some ways, that she would not be there to witness the horrors of today. To have witnessed his cruelty fester inside of him. To bear the brunt of Aegon’s rising drunkenness, and their mothers disregard.
At least Helaena could no longer feel pain and was now at peace.
“The sky looks like her eyes.” You whispered, and Aemond stood, pushing the chair back slowly as he placed his quill in its holder.
You listened, without fear, as he walked towards you, standing at your side as he looked out at the ocean. The sky was a light purple, the colour of fresh lavender or blooming wisteria in the spring. The sun lowered behind the horizon, and the soft purple began to deepen.
“It does.” Aemond commented, as he looked out at the water beside you.
It was strange to have Aemond agree.
The fire between the both of you had calmed, and the embers had settled, and instead you were able to find peace in the space. Neither of you bickered, nor argued, snipped, nor snapped as you watched the sun set, and the sky darken into a deep blue.
Aemond moved himself away from the window as the last of the evenings light had left, and nightfall had settled over the realm. You watched as he moved to tidy the table, collecting the parchment and quill to place it on a side table amongst the decanter of wine.
You walked across the room as he moved back to collect the ink pot to place it with the others. Your eyes looked down at the tome that lay open on the table, skimming over the first line of the page that was open.
‘Weirwoods that had stood for two hundred generations were cut down to provide rafters and beams in the construction of Harrenhal.’
Weirwoods were the tree that you sat beneath. The Godswood was what you had grown to call it, though you knew the small courtyard where it sat was the true Godswood. A place for those who followed the Old Gods to pray.
But why were all those trees cut down?
Would that not bring about bad luck?
You knew that Harrenhal was said to be haunted or cursed, and as you read the page and thought of all those sacred trees being cut and placed inside of the old castle, it came as no surprise that perhaps the castle of Harrenhal truly was cursed.
‘King Harren soon came to know that thick walls and high towers are small use against dragons, for dragons fly. Aegon the First flew down on the mighty Balerion and-‘
Aemond pulled the tome towards him and away from you as he closed it to place it on the side table with the others. He poured himself a goblet of wine, and then one for you, walking back over to hand it to you. You took the wine and sipped, looking at him as you fell into a comfortable quiet before the maids came to deliver your supper.
You both ate together, not speaking, yet not arguing, with no tension between the two of you. It seemed that his days away had cooled his anger and spite, and your days alone had helped to cool yours. It was a civil meal, and you felt little urge to destroy the peace of the day.
However, the peace between the both of you did little for the pain that ebbed within. A cramp crawled through your lower stomach, causing you to tense in pain and wriggle in your chair. You hid a grunt under the guise of clearing your throat, but it sounded more like a wince. Aemond’s eye lifted away from his plate and landed on your face as you grimaced, your cramps building as you continued to sit.
“Whats wrong?” He asked, the tiniest hint of concern in his voice.
You met his eye across the table and shook your head almost in embarrassment. You looked back down at your plate as you answered him.
“I have my… blood.”
Aemond hummed, and you felt a blush crawl across your cheeks.
“Is there anything that you need for your…” He trailed off.
“No, I am quite alright. I was just... not expecting it, is all.”
I was not expecting to be spared from a child.
I was not expecting to be free for another day.
I was not expecting to feel elation at the sight of my own blood.
Aemond's eye continued to watch you in scrutiny.
“Sometimes... Peppermint tea can help.” You added.
Perhaps he could have some sent to the chambers.
“Do you need milk of the poppy?”
You wanted to laugh, but held it in to not offend him.
“No, I am fine... Thank you.”
Aemond nodded and resumed his eating, and you continued with yours, trying to hold still in your chair as the pain intensified. How long had it been since you had last bled?
Aemond’s eye was caught by your movement, and suddenly stood from his chair, moving across the room to speak to the knight at the door. When he returned to the table and sat back down, he watched you closely.
“I have sent for some tea.”
You did not expect that.
Why had he sent for the tea?
Your lips parted in shock and you stumbled over your thoughts on what to say, instead settling on a small thank you, before resuming back to your meal. By the time you had finished eating, the maids had arrived to your chambers, tea in hand and helped to ready you for bed. They helped to undress you, and brushed your hair from your braids as you sat, and sipped on your peppermint tea.
The tea sat warmly in your stomach, spreading comfort throughout your body, and soon you found that your cramps had grown duller. It gave you a comforting feeling too, it reminded you of your time with your mother back on Dragonstone.
A small, yet beautiful comfort.
By the time the maids had finished with the room, removing your plates and tidying the space, you had finished your tea and they had taken the empty cup and pot with them. You thanked them softly as they left, and they had bowed their heads to you.
You missed Saria and Aella.
Aemond already lay in bed, tucked beneath the sheets before you joined him. You crawled into the space beside him, and curled up on your side facing the wall. It was strange to have him back, it almost felt normal. But you still had this nagging anger and spite, nipping at the back of your head, which you pushed back down into the murky depths within you.
You had a good day today, and you weren't going to taint it.
You even felt a little bit more like yourself.
Was this progress?
Aemond blew out the candles around you and a soft darkness fell across the room. You felt him shift in the bed behind you as he moved. You let your eyes close and felt yourself slowly relax as the both of you stilled in the bed.
Aemond shifted again, his body coming closer to yours as heat radiated off of his chest and onto your back. He was always so warm. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt him touch a shy hand to your shoulder before slowly trailing it down your arm, goosebumps rising in its wake, until his hand settled on the flesh of your hip.
His long fingers rubbed the chemise over your skin as he softly caressed you, each passing moment making his movements bolder.
Do not react.
He only becomes crueller when you react.
Soft lips pressed themselves to the skin of your shoulder, Aemond's fingers dancing along the curve of your hip. A familiar warmth spread through your body as his hand slowly crawled across your front, fingers pulling the length of the chemise up.
You grasped his wrist gently to stop him, your voice cracking as you spoke.
“I have my blood, Aemond.” You whispered, hoping it would prevent his ministrations.
His lips pressed against your shoulder again as he hummed into your skin, his hand breaking free of your grip as they continued their task of revealing your core to him.
“Blood would not deter me.” He hummed.
And it didn’t.
“Please, stop.” You begged, hoping your voice would convince him, but it hadn’t.
He pushed against your grip on his wrist, and you wriggled in his hold trying to move away from him.
"Tepagon isse.” Give in, Aemond growled.
Your heart jumped in your chest, and your grip on his wrist faltered.
Let him have his way.
Let him do as he wished.
Do not let him ruin your good day.
Endure it.
Endure it.
Aemond’s hand moved back towards the chemise, breaking free of your grip to grasp the thin material and pull it up your thighs. He pulled it over the soft curve of your hip, as his fingers moved down between your thighs. Aemond pressed another kiss to your shoulder, and you had to force yourself to breathe.
Endure it.
This was your fate.
There was no running from this.
His long fingers came to skirt around the flesh of your thighs, running gently up and down them as he brushed your skin reverently. You squirmed beneath him as he continued to tease you.
Why fight it?
It would only make it worse.
You had to endure.
Aemond’s fingers came to gently rub through the tuft of hair on your mound, tickling the skin before he moved a single finger to glide between your folds. You were already wet from your blood, and you cringed at the thought of the mess it would make. He rubbed between your folds up and down, your blood making you far more sensitive than you usually would be. You breathed jaggedly as he pressed against your bundle of nerves, swirling his finger as he mouthed against your shoulder, shiver rolling up your spine.
It was so tender.
So full of love.
And it made your stomach do flips.
Was this what it could have been?
What should have been?
Aemond continued to swirl his finger around your bud, drawing soft pants from your lips as your hips bucked backwards into his lap. With a large hand, Aemond grasped your shoulder and rolled you so that your back was flat against the mattress. He leant over you, his hair falling around your face as he watched you writhe beneath him, his finger not slowing. He leant forward and placed a kiss to the corner of your lips, watching as you sighed when his finger pushed through your folds and into your heat. It was so sensitive, the pleasure was overwhelming.
Endure it.
There was no painful intrusion, no stinging or tearing, only the pleasurable stretch that it gave as he pushed into your welcoming folds, coming to brush against the soft spongey patch within. He found it quickly, and easily, as though he had memorised where it was, and soon began to rub against it. Your chest rose off of the bed as you whined, as Aemond moved to press his lips against yours finally.
Endure.
You let him kiss you, and you kissed him back, chasing his lips. Today was a good day. You were not going to let him ruin it. You pushed down your disgust and shame, and let your body guide you through it.
Endure.
He sped up his finger within, moving to slide in a second finger, guided by both your slick and your blood. He began to draw his hand in and out of you, palm brushing against your bud as you quietly moaned into his mouth. The coppery smell of your blood lingered in the air, and any lingering pain from your cramps disappeared to be replaced by the pleasure he brought you.
Aemond was being tender.
Kind.
Sweet, even.
It was about your pleasure and not his.
His attention was solely on you.
You could pretend this was normal. You could pretend that this was real love. You could pretend that nothing had happened. And you would. You would pretend, and let him have his way with you, and you would bask in the glow of pleasure he brought you, and the peace your submission gave.
Endure and enjoy.
Aemond's lips were so soft against yours, his tongue swiping to gain entrance into your mouth, softly licking into you as your hands gripped the sheets below, desperate to ground yourself from the steadily rising pleasure.
The coil within wound itself tighter, and tighter, as his fingers moved through your folds, his lips parting from yours so he could turn his eye to watch his hand disappearing into your heat.
A long groan fell from his parted lips as he watched your slick folds pulling him in, mouth opening as he sighed a heavy breath. You dared to let yourself look down, watching as his fingers plunged into your heat, coated in your blood.
You had thought that the sight would have made you ill, that the image of your blood upon him in your most intimate area again would bring back memories of your wedding, but it didn’t. Instead a wave of arousal burnt though you, and you threw your head back, hips chasing after his hand as he rapidly brought you to your peak.
“So good. You’re doing so good for me.” Aemond purred, watching your face scrunch up as you tried to hold in your noises, “Let go for me, let me see you.” His fingers pulled out and moved up to your bud, rubbing fast circles around it, drawing almost painful pleasure from you.
“Oh…fuck.” You gasped, back arching off of the bed as the coil within you snapped.
Blinding white hot pleasure coursed through your veins as he brought you to your peak.
Your core fluttered as you came, Aemond’s fingers swiftly dipping back into your heat as he prolonged your release, thrusting his fingers in and out of you with speed, the chambers filled with the lewd sounds of your wetness.
"Sȳz zaldrītsos.” Good, He murmured coming to press his lips against you, his fingers overstimulating you as you writhed beneath him, desperate to get away.
“Arlī.” Again, Aemond purred, thrusting his fingers into you faster.
Your eyes shot open, finding Aemond looking down at you, pupil blown wide as he breathed heavily, fingers fucking into your heat. Your hand came to grip his wrist, trying to slow him or have him remove them as you felt your second release building quicker than the first, and painfully.
“Kostilus, Aemond. Kostan daor.” Please Aemond, I can’t, You whined softly, pleading him with your eyes, hips trying to pull away from him.
“Kesā.”
You will.
His fingers pulled out to rub against your pearl, and the coil snapped again. Your release was pulled out of you so quickly you cried out, eyes scrunching shut as he ripped each and every wave of pleasure from you. Your hips jerked and twitched beneath him, until finally his hand slowed, fingers moving to rub through your folds as you came down, a small tear leaking from the corner of your eye and down to the pillow.
Your mind was hazy, and your body felt heavy, eyes staying shut as you slumped below him against the bed. He had pulled the life from you, body twitching with after pulses.
Aemond let out a breathy chuckle beside you, pulling his hand free of the mess between your thighs. His lips came to press the side of your face where the tear had escaped, capturing it with a gentle kiss.
The bed moved and the weight of his arm and hand left your body. The Prince pulled his slickened fingers up to his lips, licking your release and blood from the digits as he hummed. You could hear the sound of his tongue lapping at the wetness from above, and you kept your eyes shut.
Your core strummed from overstimulation. You felt like you were floating and sinking all at once. It was the most powerful release you had ever had.
Would it always feel this good?
“Gevie.” Beautiful, He whispered, eye still on your tired form.
Aemond's hand came to brush the hair away from your face, fingers tickling the skin. You huffed beneath him.
“Īlē vēttan syt nyke.” You were made for me.
Your eyes were too tired to open, and Aemond was content to stay looking down at you. He made no move to lay atop of you, nor did he move to touch you again. Instead, your husband let his fingers come to trail around your thighs softly, causing you to twitch from the tickling sensation.
You had done it.
You had endured it.
And you were okay.
You were safe.
But was it really enduring it if you enjoyed it?
Would he always be this gentle if you let him have you?
Sleep began to pull you down as you laid in the bed, your two releases having completely sucked any, and all energy from you. You just wished to rest. And Aemond let you. Though his fingers still trailed around your thighs, never quite returning to your centre, whilst he leant on an elbow looking down at you.
You were sure you looked a mess, covered in your own slick and blood, hair messy and tussled from writhing in the bed, and yet Aemond continued to coo praise at you, and slowly you drifted away to sleep. His voice still whispering out into the chambers as he watched you.
“Iksi lanta hen keskydoso,” We are two of the same, "Vējes ondoso se Jaes.” Fated by the Gods, His voice became further and further away as you drifted to sleep.
“Ziry ūndan ziry, zaldristos.” She saw it, little dragon.
“Lanta rōvēgrie zaldrīzes perzyssy, hēnkirī hae mēre. Spool hen kasta, spool hen zōbrie. Iā rōvēgrie ropagon naejot letagon lanta hubon. Vējes naejot zālagon hēnkirī.”
Two great dragon flames, together as one.
Spool of green, spool of black.
A great fall to tie two threads.
Fated to burn together.
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Ticking Springs
(A Yandere Pinocchio X fem!Reader fic from Lies of P)
Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ
Here is: capitolo uno
Capitolo due
Capitolo tre
Capitolo quattro
Capitolo cinque
Capitolo sei
Capitolo sette
Capitolo otto
Capitolo nove
Capitolo dieci
Pɑɾt 2; Awɑƙeƞiƞƍ
It was a privilege to share the same blood as Giuseppe Geppetto. To be his family, his niece and take part in the marvelous worlds of puppets. The privilege to learn from him as his apprentice. The privilege to care for the things he cares for and to have the things he cares for, care deeply for you.
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TW: Yandere behaviour, creepy and still puppet, dubious intentions and relationship, still in WIP more warnings may occurr in time
The rain poured and poured upon the workshop's roof. It seemd to have been doing so for the past week but, judging from the humming evidently resounding from the room deep within the building, the only resident there did not seem to care too much.
The floors creaked in the room, still old and dusty - especially compared to the rest of the rooms in the house - but she was sure this was a simple and temporary oversight of her uncle. The rain may pour with a few thunder growling outside but she had long not been a little and frightened child anymore. Even so, the humming was her way of keeping herself company.
Even at the attempt of putting the old, amateur tools neatly away, they still fell to the ground and she had to keep getting them back up. That was admittedly vexing. Still, the song in her head and the flickering of the lamp above were enough.
Finally, the arm would move a bit more freely. She had long learned that her hands would get dirtied but to have this amount of oil taint her skin for such a meek but precious doll was still surprising. She wouldn't tell Uncle that though. Yet, with a deep breath, she took the small paintbrush back into her palm.
"...I know you..." The humming turned into soft singing as she cocked her head for a better angle. "...I walked with you, once upon a dream..." Stopping for a moment to catch her breath, she tilted the doll further to the light. A noise of confusion errupted before she got an idea.
"I know you, that glint in your," She halted for a second to catch her thoughts as the blonde locks didn't exactly seem to stick on her head. She quickly opened the drawer next to her, yelped at the loud creak, before fishing out a needle. The singing went from a piano to a forte. "Eyes is so familiar, a gleam..."
Finally, the wig would stay tight. She hoped.
For safety's sake, she pulled on one lock and found herself glad that it stayed put. "And I know it's true, that visions are seldom all they seem...but if I know you..." Soon, her hands went to the hems of the dress and checked the fabric. It wasn't as blue as it used to be and she wondered if she should make an exact copy but just in pink. That is sure to impress.
"...I know what you'll do..."
Eyebrows scrunched up in thought. Would he even recognize it's the same doll then? Surely, an skilled puppet maker like Uncle certainly would...but his memory at this old age? She didn't know.
With a sigh and a shake of her head, she let it be. That gives it character - and even if it does not, the memory of her percious ol' doll still delights her to this day, even as an adult. With a swing, she got up from the plush stool and danced with the toy as she did as a kid. It is the quality that will certainly impress.
"...You'll love me at once, the way you did once...upon a dream~!"
Soon, the thunder growled loueder and it was easy to reckon another resident entered the workshop at this late hour. Heavy footsteps followed with quiet grunts of how the entire entrance was now wet. The doll was quickly tucked and hidden inside the drawer and lighter, faster footsteps sped down the stairs. The man tunred to the source of ecxitement as he took off his drenched hat.
"Welcome back, Uncle Geppetto."
He greeted you in return. "Thank you. You're up and about this late." The gentleman hung his hat on the rack before removing each layer of wet clothes off with with frustration. The rain - no, storm - has been dragging him down the past week.
Cleaning his monocle dry, he put it back on to get a good look at you. Hands patted down the stained and old striped pants of his that he borrowed you from younger times. It was when you so abruptly arrived and was meant to serve as a sort of substitute - but you both agreed it was time to treat the old thing as a worker's outfit, held up by the old straps for as long as they still could and not grieving once the entire set is done and dusted. Only a few more uses left, before it will be thrown out entirely. Or cut up and used as a rag. Or as some substitute clothing for a puppet your size.
Finding a suitable shirt wasn't hard. All that was needed was one of yours that was allowed to get dirty, stained and ripped. Your mother was first hesitant to send you any of your good clothes if it meant being anywhere near the workshop. Yet she was still eager to use the opportunity to finally get rid of your old clohtes she wasn't too keen on. The shoes belonged to your father, a pair she found lying around and didn't have the heart to throw those ones away.
Yet, it was your hands neatly hidden behind your back and your honest smile that caught Geppetto's brown eyes.
"I take it you have been a good girl while I was gone?" Just as you were about to answer with an high 'Of course, Uncle.', the man quickly continued. "Good girls go to bed at this hour."
You sigh. "Oh, Uncle," Your shoulders fell, "I understand but I am no child anymore." "Child or not, nothing good comes from being up at this unholy hour. You don't have to wait for me to come home, dear. You know I have the key and go and return whenever the puppets call me." He laughed but was clearly shivering from the cold. Even his gray, thick beard and mustache were dripping with cold raindrops.
"Now, come on. Get tidy and sleep. Nothing can be done this late, let's continue tomorrow." Geppetto sniffed, scratching his nose and walked towards the living room. Through the small hallway, he passed a few naked puppet forms, put aside for a project he had initially forgotten. The sight of them makes him sigh.
Yet so were your quick footsteps, following him. "You say that but we haven't done anything the past week. I am already done with fixing up the butlers." You meant to point at the two butler puppets, their coats and paint fresh and done but Geppetto had long passed them and so did you. "They..still malfunction, slightly, but I have done what you asked me to, Uncle."
For a moment he looked back before sighing again and stopping. You manage to stop before bumping into him. "...I will take a look at those tomorrow. I cannot think now, I cannot give you an answer right now, dear. Just wait and do as I say. We can discuss more with fresh minds and fresher bodies."
Without hesitation you closed your mouth shut and nodded. You could tell he was not in the mood to discuss your apprenticeship and your impatience. He took your obedience with a smile and a nod. "Good night, then, (Name). And don't have me catch you out of your bed at this time again. You'll see that this behaviour will only bring you consequences."
With a single pat on you shoulder which left it wet, Geppetto left to his bedroom without another word. You hid your disappointment as you went to your own before reminding yourself to tidy up, just as he asked you to. He may be treating you like a child but you supposed that does not make his words any less wise. You did not wish to upset him even more now, anyway.
As you followed your uncle's request, your humming resumed though quieter. You found your routine to be over quite quickly due to the exhaustion you evidently but still, frustratingly, felt. Good thing Uncle was not there to witness it.
Still, with a resolute peek, you looked over the doll you hid which mended your disappointment even a little bit - before heading off to bed.
Even as your humming grew quieter, the tones still resounded in the dark room below. The third resident did hear, unlike your uncle.
ok, I NEEDED to write this, this has been on my mind an entire week. i have...so much brainrot and ideas.
female reader, niece of geppetto and apprentice when krat was stil o-kay
but things kinda go???? bad??? haywire???
geppetto going insane and weird haha
reader going from naive to AAAAAAA
kinda??? weird relationship with geppetto???
angst
angst from the past
i kinda wanna have the reader and pinocchio to also have a dubious relationship??? Like, its not gonna be fluffy wholesome
yandere~ mute~ creepy~ puppet~ literally not saying a word, no pov from his side just - actions. yandere actions.
not sure how to intertwine this with the story. im not too caught up with it (unlike pino's eyes) but i really dont know if i should even include gemini or sophia. kinda like??? au?
youre stuck with the puppet
also not sure if there is like- sexism and shit in there. its like the victorian era but an FANTASY victorian era
ppl gonna be mean t you
Lies of P Pinocchio: *exists*
me:
#lies of p#yandere lies of p#lies of p pinocchio#lies of p x reader#yandere pinocchio x reader#pinoccio#fem!reader#ticking springs
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HI!! i loved your Bill Kaulitz as a dad. Daddy's Here.
yeah so i was thinking of another dad (2023 bill) fic where he has a daughter that is like him when he was younger and she asks if she can dye his hair and transform him into his emo self so they can be twins for an event thing.(like met gala or some event like that) he agrees and like at the end Uncle Tom is shocked! or something like that. i just think it would be really cute!
also i love your writing! keep it up pls!!!
<3<3<3
2023!Bill Kaulitz Back to 2005
He was very hesitant at first I feel like
He had done his makeup wmd stuff like that before to look like he was still in 2005 for fun
But he had never really thought about doing the whole thing again
Until you asked, more like begged, him too
It took a lot of convincing to make your dad to it, I'm not gonna lie
Mainly because he likes his style now and didn't want to have to spend the whole time trying to do everything again and dye his hair
He's lazy my dude, your dad is lazy
But somehow, you did it!
It was mainly because he likes seeing how happy you were at the idea
He has raised you around that stuff, and you were probably born in one of his eras, probably one of his emo eras, and wanted to see what it was like to actually experience it
Especially because you had only seen videos and pictures of him when they first started out and you wanted to see him like that in person
When you got older he was pretty surprised you were just like him when he was younger
In terms of style, hair, makeup and stuff like that
He thought the past was coming to bite him in the ass but he supported your style, he would be a hypocrite if he didn't
He was actually pretty excited you were taking after him, it was sort of nostalgia for him
But actually playing the part of his 2005 self with you seemed hesitant but a pretty fun idea
He was down after enough convincing from you
You guys turned it into a surprise, choosing to reveal it to everyone at an event
He was pretty excited for the bands reaction to him
It was pure chaos trying to get ready though
You guys had so much fun, but it was pretty chaotic as he tried to recreate his hairdo once more
He forgot how much hairstyle and he or fucking took
He had a set rule not to touch his hair once it was done and man, it looked exactly the same
If you have the same length hair he did the same one on you but if you didn't you settled for like one of his later looks, like in 2007
Bill is still the master at doing the hair and he said it felt like muscle memory
He got pretty emotional seeing you and him dressed up in the mirror
He realized how old you both were
He thought 15 was a shit age, but he still sorta missed it a bit, just being that young and that much fun
But he was so excited to see you and how excited you were made it all worth it
You and him did a good job hiding it all and when you guys got there and revealed it was so fun
Tom was actually very shocked and laughing
"Was hast du gemacht?"
Tom was laughing at how you begged your dad to do it and how your dad gave in
But he knew it was true as Bill would do anything for you
He was making fun of his brother but he also felt sorta nostalgic
Wanted him to dress up like his old self with his kid now
Get the band back together and shit
You guys got a very fun and positive message from social media
The pictures turned out great and Bill actually seemed like he was still on 2005, just a bit taller and more mature now
Especially with his own kid wrapped up in his arm
Tom and the band had fun posing with him
Georg and Gustav were non stop poking fun but said he should do it more often
You may have caused a little thing where you force everyone to dress as their old selves
Give Uncle Georg a wig
#tokio hotel#tokio hotel imagine#tokio hotel x reader#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz imagines#bill kaulitz x reader#tom kaulitz#gustav tokio hotel#tokio hotel georg
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These episodes of Kiseki need to be longer! I almost screamed at where they ended episode 6. I enjoyed this episode a lot. It had a good mix of angst and humor.
This is one of the oldest confession tropes there is, but that didn't stop me from giggling. Zherui didn't even apologize for spitting in Zongyi's face and Zongyi wasn't at all fazed by getting a face full of beer! 😂
Three different licenses, three different subtitles. Gaga's is sending me but I think it's the most accurate. Ai Di calls Zongyi 小鮮肉 which literally translates to little fresh meat, which is close to twink though there aren't necessarily any gay connotations with that term. Teenager doesn't quite capture the meaning and young boy sounds too pedo. Btw, how do you screencap off Viki or Gaga? I only get a black screen. 😭
I love our gay mafia uncles.
Eating your feelings is so relatable. 😭
Ai Di goes through so many emotions. First shock, then confusion, then longing, and finally frustration. Chen Yi's hands look so big around Ai Di's neck. The UST in this scene was just chef's kiss.
This has got to be one of the worst wigs ever. Only the ones from Remember Me might be worse. 🤣
I like that Zongyi is very straightforward and honest about his feelings. He told Zherui directly that he was nice to him because he liked him and told Zherui that he couldn't be his brother and needed distance to get over him. It's refreshing to see a character that is very clear with their communication.
This series started off a bit slow, but now I can't wait for the next episode.
#kiseki: dear to me#chen yi needs to realize his feelings for ai di now#can he not see that his boss is clearly in love with someone else?#why can't we get two episodes a week? 😭😭
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New chapter! Thank you! Creepy uncle Hades(& absolutely shameless daddyseidon) strikes back👊👊👊😭 it was scary, in right way, i loved it. I think all main yans started to unfold their red flags, poor Percy
In my turn, I burden you with another pack of sketches: 1. Loved this duet on Güll's sleepover; 2. Local genoside of Hermes's grandkids☺️; 3. Apollo loses connection with his brain when around someone he loves; 4. Picnic sketch; 5. Loki fails to find Percy's weak spot; 6. Hades this chapter, ver1; 7. Hades this chapter ver2; 8. Apollo rants about his new hyperfixation to Artemis; 9. It's for you for Valentine's day and good luck on your exams!
YOU DREW LOKI IN HIS NIGHTGOWN AND CAP OMG 😭😭😭😭😭
apollo traumatizing percy yet again rip her sanity 💀
THE APOLLO WITH BABY PHAETON IS MY FAVORITE HERE OMG THEY'RE BOTH SO CUTEEEE 💖💖💖 and yes apollo IS weak when it comes to the people he loves 😭😭 he just loses more and more brain cells because of how much he loves them 🥺
loki's face in the doll one..... 😟 he looks scary af lmao, even beel's weirded out
AND PLEASE POSEIDON WITH THE CLOWN WIG JHFGFVGJHFSAJHD 😭😭😭😭
also, thank you for the beelzebub encouragement hehe 🥰🥰🥰
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My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 12
Author's note: Sorry about these chapters being so short btw 🙈 I could put two together, but then the story would be shorter, and what is going to be happening next makes more sense the way it is divided right now. So... yeah. Sorry 🫣
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"Merry Christmas, neighbour."
"Merry Christmas, Rúben" I smiled.
"Did you check if I'm under your tree?"
"Haven't gone downstairs yet, but that doesn't look like my grandma's living room" I said, squinting my eyes at my phone's screen. "And who said you were what I asked Father Christmas for?"
"Oh, yes. Why ask for something that already is yours" he said with that smirk of his. Thank God it was still dark in my room and he couldn't properly see how badly I was blushing. "Any news about your parents?"
"Nope, nothing. Only that my uncle and his family will come later to say hello."
"Are they team dad too?"
"They are team I don't want to get in trouble. But what about you? How did the night go?"
"It was ok, just the four of us."
"Any plans for today?"
"My mum is cooking, so that will definitely cheer us all. And I'll stop by Lucy's place to give Julia her present."
"What did you get her?"
"A new Elsa costume with a wig and heels."
"Oh, she's gonna love it. And drive us all crazy with the noise those heels are gonna make."
"Well, the one living downstairs is Mrs. Jones, so I don't feel sorry for her."
"Rúben!" I laughed. "Poor woman, she's just alone and wants some attention from a hot young man."
"Did you just call me hot?"
"I... My grandma is calling me."
"Yeah, sure" he chuckled.
"It's true." And as if hearing me, she opened my room's door, turning on the light.
"Sorry to interrupt, sweetie, I heard you laughing" she said. "Are you ready for breakfast?"
"One minute."
"Say hello to your grandma" Rúben said.
"Who is that? Are you talking with a man?" grandma asked, her eyes going wide.
"It's just an Instagram video."
"And why did I hear the word grandma? Who is he?"
"No one."
"Then why is your face so red?"
"Grandma, it is no one" I insisted.
"Ok... I'll see you downstairs" she said, closing the door.
"Thank you for that, Rúben."
"I was just being polite" he said with an innocent smile.
"Don't you dare smile at me like that" I said, trying to sound pissed. "She's not gonna let it go, you know? She's probably telling my grandad downstairs already."
"And?"
"Yesterday they spent hours trying to find me a boyfriend among the Arsenal players. If they find out I’m talking with a man…"
"You were talking with a friend that happens to be a man. I don't know why you can't tell them that" he shrugged.
"Because they won't believe me. In case you haven't noticed, the colour of my face gives it all away."
"So they'll know you fancy me."
"I don't..."
"You don't like me? C'mon. You've said it yourself, your face gives it all away. And if you didn't like me, you wouldn't have kissed me back. You wouldn't have let me kiss you at all."
“I just… I…”
“You like me. Say it. Make it my Christmas present.”
“What?”
“Repeat after me: I like you, Rúben.”
“I…”
“Yes?” he said while arching an eyebrow, that smirk of his starting to show.
“Fine. I like you, Rúben” I said, covering my face with my free hand the moment those words left my mouth.
“You are so cute” he laughed. “Thank you for making my Christmas morning ten times better.”
“Yeah, sure” I chuckled, still avoiding to look at him on my screen.
“You did. Anyway, I gotta go check on Ivan. Keep me updated about your day, ok?”
“You too.”
“Merry Christmas, neigbour.”
“Merry Christmas, Rúben.”
━━━━━━❃━━━━━━
“So, who is he?” grandad asked the moment I sat down to have breakfast.
“Who is… Grandma!”
“We have no secrets, sweetie” she shrugged. “And to be honest, your smile right now would have told us something happened, and you know you are the worst at keeping secrets.”
“He is just a friend who happens to be a man, nothing else” I said, repeating what Rúben had told me earlier.
“I’ve never seen you smile like that after speaking with any of your other friends, boys or girls” grandma said. “He must be special.”
“I’m smiling because he made a joke and I was still thinking about it, not because I fancy him.”
“What’s his name?” grandad asked.
“Does it matter?”
“We’ll call him Mr. X, then.”
“Please don’t” I quickly said. “It sounds…”
“Like the name of someone who does movies for adults” grandma giggled.
“Ok, fine. Then at least tell us the first letter of his name.”
“R.”
“Mr. R? Nah, that sounds weird. Richard. Let’s call him Richard. Rich. Richy.”
“Ricky, like Ricky Martin” grandma said. “Is he as attractive as Ricky Martin?”
“The poor girl probably doesn’t know who Ricky Martin is, love” grandad said. “She is too young.”
“I know who he is. But we can call him Richy.” The idea of calling someone the size of Rúben, Richy, was too funny. “And he isn’t ugly.”
“Oh, she is finally telling us something! How did you meet?” grandma asked.
“He is our neighbour.”
“So he is attractive and posh.”
“He isn’t posh.”
“Attractive and rich. He is a catch” grandma winked. “What does he do for a living?”
“He…” I couldn’t say that he was a football player. They would go nuts. “He works for Manchester City.” Which wasn’t a lie.
“Is he a football player?” grandad asked, raising his voice. “Which players do I know whose name starts with an R?”
“I said that he works for them, not that he is a player.”
“What does he do, then? Work office? If he is living in that building, he must have one of the big and important jobs” grandma said.
“Something like that, yes. I don’t know the details.”
“Rodri?” grandad asked.
“Who?”
“That’s the only City player I know whose name starts with an R. Is he your neighbour? He is Spanish, so is Lucy, and you speak Spanish. It makes sense.”
“She was speaking with him in English, not Spanish. And besides, she said he isn’t a player, he does office work” grandma pointed out.
“Shame. He doesn’t look like a bad lad. Though Ramsdale is way better, you’ll see” grandad said, back to eating his breakfast.
And that’s where the conversation ended, with him going back to talking about tomorrow's game and how excited he was about me meeting Ramsdale.
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Black Cat's Curse - TASM! Fem! Reader
Summary: Peter Parker has been cursed, crossing paths with the oh so feared black cat isn't exactly in his itinerary, and no, we are not talking about or favorite lady, Felicia. On Halloween night his bad luck has prodded him to the solution he didn't know he was looking for.
Word count: 6,537
Warnings: cursing, witchcraft (lol idk)
a/n: Hi! I'm back with a lil Halloween story for you, this one fully came to me last week. It isn't anything crazy but I do hope you enjoy it. Happy Halloween y'all. I adopted a black cat recently so maybe that's where the inspo came from. Bye :)
“What do you mean you can’t do anything?” Spider-Man was about to drop to his knees, to beg. And he never begged for anything in his life, other than bringing Ben back to life.
“Ow Spider.” Her finger with a long perfectly manicured nail traced his spandex covered clavicle. “Yes, they call me Black Cat but it doesn’t mean I know how to undo your bad luck. That’s on you and the poor black kitty you crossed paths with.”
“But whenever I get unlucky it’s always because of you, how come this is different?”
“Hey, don’t come to me with that bullshit, that’s just how things are, you should’ve known better. You’re on your own Spider.”
Peter closed his eyes, not that Cat could see him but he needed a second not to throw a punch at her, he knew she’d dodged with ease but he didn’t want to risk it. Exhaling he was about to humiliate himself once more, turning around Cat was long gone.
“Mother fuck-“ a splash of what he knew was bird poo painted the red spandex of his forearm with sickly yellowy-white. “Seriously?” Arms up in the air, no one to reply back.
Peter Parker wasn’t a big fan of Halloween growing up, he always went for the uncool type of costumes, he clearly remembered asking aunt May to buy him a white wig so he could dress up as Albert Einstein when he was about eleven. Uncle Ben ended up buying him white color spray and a fake mustache so they could DIY the look. Knitted burgundy vest, faux wrinkles on his face and the already perfect bushy brows made Peter the happiest kid in the block.
He was beyond ecstatic with the way his costume turned out, adults praised him and aunt May for the effort when he went trick or treating but the real menace were kids’ nasty words and funny remarks about him. After that he either went with a boring costume, he preferred to fit in, or at least try rather than be laughed at.
It was obvious that the teasing continued up until college, but college was bearable compared to what he had gone through since he became Spider-Man.
Peter hadn’t been in need of a costume for years now, that was the main reason why he liked Halloween now, he could walk around as a civilian in his actual suit, no one batted an eye in his direction during this day.
Flash Halloween party was crazy loud, Peter didn’t know these many people were friends with Flash.
“Hey Spider-Man!” His heart skipped a beat, but Flash was smiling at him. “Peter, you made it!”
Peter took the mask off, he thought this would be funny, wearing his actual suit was comfortable but now he was regretting it, he had several mini heart attacks whenever called him by his alias. He felt sweat dripping from his back. Yeah he would need to wash the suit.
“Of course man! I promised, right?” he laughed trying to disguise the panic.
Flash was wearing a Beetle juice costume, a pretty epic one if Peter could have an opinion on it.
“I see you went all in with the costume huh?” He snatched the mask off Peter’s hand. “Nah this isn’t as good as the original.” Flash laughed.
With cherry colored cheeks Peter chuckled. “Yeah, I bought it at Walmart. Everyone seems to love the guy so I just thought why not?”
“I’ve seen worse Parker, like the guy dressed as Alex Turner? Pfff lazy.”
“Really? I haven’t seen him. Don’t tell me it’s Harry the one dressed like that.” Peter said amused.
“Almost, but no. Harry hasn’t shown up yet, bet he found some expensive costume made suit and will pull off a ‘I’m Leonardo DiCaprio in Wolf of Wall Street.””
Both boys rolled their eyes. “Wouldn’t be surprised.”
Suddenly Peter felt cold dripping from his back.
“Hey dickhead, watch where you are going.” Flash was the first to talk, pushing a drunk David Bowie out the way.
Peter was in shock, how come he didn’t notice, why were his senses not alerting him of the guy at his back.
The smell of sweet fruity punch and vodka lingered on his nose.
“Shit Pete, do you want to change?”
Peter shook his head, lipped smile on. “No, don’t worry I’m good. Just going to grab a beer.”
“Ok, if you need something just look for me, okay?”
“Sure, thanks Flash. Cool party by the way.”
Flash grinned. “Thanks Parker! See ya around.”
The lights were kaleidoscopic, New Wave music playing, it was a lot and now his suit was wet and cold and there were pretty girls around, and he couldn’t concentrate in one thing.
Fuck me.
Tuning around as he dodged a group of girls dressed as fairies he clocked eyes with a witch. She was sitting on the couch with other people, Peter wasn’t sure if she was with them or not but the staring sent shivers down his spine.
She gave him a lipped smile, one he tried to emulate, not succeeding because she dropped her expression. The next thing he knew it was that she disappeared.
He shook his body to try and get rid of the odd feeling. Finding a beer was easy, what wasn’t easy was held in the need to puke when the warm and obviously outdated beer’s taste hit his tongue.
Peter sighed, he was tired of this, it hadn’t even been a week with this black cat curse and he was already done, no fight with Electro nor Vulture had done him this wrong. Sloped shoulders and a bitter taste he was ready to go home.
Exiting the loud house in Brooklyn, Peter’s eyes found the sparkly ones of a witch.
A new wave of shivers appeared as Season of the Witch played at his back. Spooky as shit.
“Okay, this is worrying me.” He mumbled.
The girl approached him in two long steps.
“Hello,” you smiled, showing him your pearly white teeth.
“Um hi?”
“Sorry to bother you, I saw you in there and if you don’t mind me saying this… you look like shit.” The apple of your cheeks tinted pink.
Peter scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I didn’t need to hear it because I do indeed feel like shit, so if you excuse me,”
He took a step to the right to make his escape, but you took the exact same side as he did.
Peter scowled.
“I—I don’t want to sound crazy but you do have like a bad aura around you, you know? Like a dark cloud following you, and… okay yeah I’m going to say this with the risk of sounding like an insane person but I promise you I am not—“
Taking a cautious step closer, you were too close for Peter’s liking. On your tiptoes you angled yourself to reach his ear.
“You are cursed.”
Peter felt his body freeze, his eyes went wide just as goosebumps formed on his skin.
“You… how did you know?” Peter stumbled back a little.
“As I said, I can see it.” You took a jump back. Your face went back to a soft smirk. “Need help with it?”
Peter looked around, the streets were busy still, it wasn’t even midnight yet.
“You know how to revert it?”
“Sure thing. It’s a simple spell.”
“Can you do it now, like chant it or whatever.”
You scoffed. “Hell no! It’s a bit more complicated than that,” balancing on the balls of your heels you stared at him. Peter was mulling with the possibilities. You were weird as fuck. But he didn’t feel the Peter tingle as it was. He only felt wary.
You had this cute smile and very bright eyes. If Black Cat couldn’t do anything to help him, why not take his chances and accept the help of an actual witch.
“Are you like a real witch?” He squinted.
“Yeah.”
“Fine. What do we need to do?”
You grinned, joyous.
“Follow me Peter Parker.”
Shrugging, you said: “Flash told me.”
“You know Flash?” Well, that was news to him. He never expected him of all people to be close with a witch.
You seemed offended. “Um yes? We take bioengineering together.”
Peter almost choked on his own saliva. “You go to Empire?”
“Yes, I’ve seen you around, you’re friends with that rich kid that always looks at the rest of us as if we were dirt under his shoe.”
You couldn’t help but laugh when Peter scrunched his nose. “That sounds like Harry.”
“Osborn is not always nice to everyone.”
Peter knew that but Harry wasn’t a bad person he just hadn’t been given the attention he deserved.
“So bioengineering, huh? You’re pretty smart I assume.”
“It helps with the witchcraft thing, believe it or not.”
Peter could see why. He grabbed his mask a little tighter.
“Oh.”
Peter heard you say, a second later a car passed by full gas, the puddle of dirty water splashed wetting his legs.
“You could’ve warned me, you know?” shaking his legs only made the water go down into his converses, wetting his socks. He needed to come up with a water repellent suit.
“Right, sorry. Never seen such a curse before. The grayish hue around you goes purple whenever something is about to happen. It’s kinda awesome.” You grinned.
Why was this woman always so cheery? Peter sighed and continued walking.
“Do you have a name or should I just call you Witch?”
You chuckled. “I do have a name but Witch is way more fun. And it’s Halloween, it fits.”
Peter grimaced. What a time to be cursed.
Both hopped on a bus after walking three blocks.
“Are you hungry Peter Parker?”
His stomach felt like growling. “I could eat.”
“Nice, I’ll order some pizza. It should be there when we arrive.”
Peter saw you texting. He noticed for once your whole attire. Pointy hat with purple ribbons and tulle decorating it. You had glitter smeared on your cheeks and eyelids. The dress was black tulle as well with a sparkling touch, he wasn’t sure what it was. The tights had black and purple stripes with a nice pair of black Dr Martens. It was like a modern version of the classic Witch costume he’d seen in movies.
It suited you, what it didn’t match was your always happy features. Peter wondered if you were in fact a witch or just pretended to be one for the sake of the holiday.
“Do you like mushrooms?” You found him staring. Your cheeks went a tone deeper in red.
Peter panicked and looked out the window, far away from you. “They’re fine.”
“Good, I ordered half pepperoni and half mushrooms.”
Humming, you, witchy girl unlocked, your phone and started to play…
“Sudoku? Really Witch?” Peter grinned, this was so odd to him.
“I like it, it keeps me on my toes.” you giggled.
Unintendedly, Peter kept an eye on the game, finger pointing to one square and mumbled “there has to be a nine.”
The grid sheet sparkled after you pressed the 9 in. “Nice one, Peter Parker.”
“Just call me Peter.”
Your eyes locked on his. “But Peter Parker sounds more interesting.” You nudged him, making him laugh.
“You’re so weird.”
“Thanks.”
•••
Peter sat in the living room. The apartment was simple, it didn’t even feel witchy at all. It smelled fresh and there was some kind of lavender sent around.
“What? Disappointed?” You laughed at his face.
“A little, yes.”
“It’s 2023 Peter Parker. I don’t have cauldrons and a crystal ball.” Your witch hat rested comically on the kitchen counter.
“So what kind of witch are you, then?” Peter spoke with a mouthful, the pizza was incredibly tasty.
“I’m not one kind, I just do what I want to do.”
Peter nodded.
“Careful with the—“
Peter’s slice of pizza fell on his converses. He thought he’d been clever by not using his spandex lined boots.
“Shit.”
“I tried to tell you.”
He peeled the slice from his black chucks. “Can I get another slice?”
You pushed the box his way.
“How did you get cursed?” You asked, nibbling on your lip, the pizza resting on a plate on your lap, untouched.
“Crossed the path of a black cat.” He grunted. “Sounds stupid but it’s what happened.”
“Been there. I’ll fix it, it shouldn’t be hard”
Peter straightened. “How long is it going to take?”
You stared at him. Peter could almost see the nuts turning in your brain.
“A few hours, I suppose.”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“Maybe?”
Peter had multidimensional war flashbacks from Doctor Strange, and the other Peters. Yeah he wasn’t in. “Well, now that I’ve had time to think about it I remember why I don’t do witchcraft. You need to find another way. I’ve had my fair share of that and it was quite the hustle so no Miss Witch I think I’m good.” He gave you a lipped smile.
“Okay… um why don’t you tell me about it, I assure you this is completely different and safe.”
“I’m not legally allowed to talk about it, so…” He shrugged. “Also you said it can hurt. I’m not down for that."
“Ugh fine, Peter Parker, but if you go, the curse won’t go away, you’ll have to live with it.”
Peter looked down, considering all that had happened maybe you were right, it’s not like he hadn’t suffered enough to handle a little magic.
“Fine.”
You got up in a jump, disappearing inside a room. Peter heard rattling and the closing of drawers. He wasn’t sure what to expect so he tried to not think about it.
After another two slices of what he considered a perfect pizza, Peter put the plate down on the coffee table. The table cracked in two as if some almighty froze had cut it in two with a really sharp invisible blade.
“How the fuck?” He squealed, holding both sides of his face with his hands. This was nonsense. He didn’t even put force.
“What happened?” You appeared behind him. “Oh… well I needed a new coffee table anyway.”
You went away humming again.
“Insane… she is insane.” Mumbling Peter crossed his arms, trying to not touch or breathe too hard, anything could create a domino effect and make the building collapse or something worse. He could die if he forgot how to breathe!
He guessed that wasn’t possible but he was not going to risk it.
The skin on his back felt sticky but he didn’t dare to move. After a moment you cleared your throat to announce yourself.
“So Peter Parker, I’m going to ask you a few questions…. It's protocol only.”
Sitting down at his feet, you flipped a few pages, grabbed a pink sparkly gel pen and wrote down in pretty cursive calligraphy.
Peter Parker.
Cursed by crossing paths with a black cat :(
“You do this often or-“ he asked.
“Nah, but it’s nice to document these things, who knows when I will need the information.” You beamed, clearly excited by the whole situation.
“Sure,”
“So, have you been cursed before?” blinking, you waited for a response.
Peter wasn’t sure if his Spider-Man issues were a curse, sometimes it felt like that to be honest.
“Not that I’ve been aware of.” He leaned back on the couch.
“Have you killed people in the past?”
His face contorted, now that was a hard question.
“It’s… um not voluntarily… I mean no, of course no” he let out a pretty fake laugh. “But I saw my uncle die and my… my girlfriend too.”
Your face dropped. “Sorry about that.”
He half shrugged, looking the other way, he was not going to cry in front of a witch, this was humiliation enough.
“Er, next question. Do you have allergies?”
“No.”
“Experienced dizziness, or a rush of adrenaline in the past forty-eight hours?”
Peter squinted, these were very specific questions. “ Yeah, but what does that have to do with the curse?”
You shrugged. “See if there are side effects.”
“The adrenaline thing isn’t for the curse… I have a stressful job.”
“That responds the next question… so how long has it been since you got cursed?” your head rested on your palm, you reminded him of that one therapist aunt May forced him to go see a few years ago.
“Three days, maybe four.”
“Hmmm, interesting.”
“Why?”
“Hmm? Oh well, cats don’t just go out crossing people’s paths like that. Most times they have a reason. Have you wronged a cat in your life?” your knee going up and down nonstop, Peter noticed the nervous thick. He had several.
Felicia could count as a cat but she had wronged him more than he had her.
“No.” He scoffed.
“Ok, didn’t want to offend you.”
Peter let out a breathy laugh, this was the craziest shit that he had experienced and he had gone through a lot of fucked up shit in his life.
“Please come with me.”
You stood up with a graceful jump. Dress puffing with air. Peter stared at your hand extended to him. The moment he took it there was this tingly feeling that crossed his whole body.
You grinned. He glared.
The room you got in was pitch black, a breeze came from somewhere, it smelled like incense. With the snap of your fingers a yellow hue covered the room which was not more than 80 square feet, seemed to be a closet.
Three candles were floating, Harry Potter style. His hand went over the flame no wire attached to them.
“Am I hallucinating already?” He said. Hand now going under the candle he was in awe.
“Nope, we haven’t started yet.” You chuckled. “And those are totally real. It’s a very easy spell.” You said proudly.
“Cool,”
“Sit on the floor.” You demanded, Peter obeyed.
With a bright pink dust, you painted a circle and a bunch of indecipherable symbols that Peter preferred not to know what they meant. Instead he focused on you; your smooth hands tracing patterns as if it was second nature. Your lips were tuned slightly upwards, it was obvious how this made you feel. Peter felt his own lips curving.
Hmm… he frowned, that was not right. But his mind was taking over, your long lashes with specs of glitter resting on them. Hair, shiny and soft looking. Peter kind of wanted to brush it to the side with his fingers. Shaking his head he couldn’t be thinking such things, he didn’t even know your name. And you were a witch!
And you are a fucking Spider-Man, chill the fuck out Parker.
Great! He was going insane now.
Snapping your fingers, music started to sound.
“Is that Fiona Apple?” Peter asked, throwing her a quick glance,
“Yes! She gives off the right vibe for this.” Your sly smirk made Peter’s stomach flip.
Oh no.
Squaring down, to be on eye level with him, he caught the very faint scent of cherry.
“I’m going to give you tea, It’s going to make you a little dizzy and jittery.” Extending your palm, you showed him two little rocks.
“What’s that for?” Peter took them either way.
Your index finger pointed to a clear looking crystal. “That’s clear quartz, it clears the mind, attracts positivity and repels negativity. The orange one it’s citrine for positive mood, clarity and focus.”
His chocolate eyes never left yours, for the first time the whole night your smile quivered. You needed to gain some distance. You stood up quickly.
“Whatever happens, don’t let them go. And you have to have them around until the next new moon. Understood?”
Peter sighed, whatever helps him get over this. “Got it.”
You opened a book with a crimson hard cover. A sage green cup rested on the wooden table in front of you. Your back facing Peter, he let the little crystals roll on his palm as he heard Fiona Apple’s voice mixing with the cooing spell you were casting. Words he had never heard got whispered inside the cup, the energy in the room changed in a second, the yellow hue became brighter.
Peter’s body shivered when you went back kneeling before him.
“Drink this, you have to close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so, okay Peter Parker?”
Peter nodded, gulping as he took the cup. It was warm to the touch. The liquid inside looked like any other tea aunt May had made him before, a little cloudy but it had a nice smell.
“I added a little honey and it’s spearmint flavored.” You chirped.
“How many times have you said you have done this?” Peter was really curious, it came pretty natural to you.
“Oh this is the first time, but I’m sure it’ll go almost perfect.”
“Jesus, that’s just what one would like to hear in these situations.”
“Come on Peter Parker, this is fun!”
“Cheers, I guess.”
Peter drank the whole thing in one go and the taste was surprisingly good.
He sat there waiting for something to feel different but nothing changed.
“How you feeling?” You asked, looking him in the eye.
“Should I be feeling weird?” he replied, trying to pay attention to his body. Everything was the same. He opened his eyes.
“Shit, you are supposed to be experiencing something by now. And you drank the whole thing,” you stomped your foot on the floor. “I did everything the book said.”
Quickly, you went back to the book to check the spell as if it was a recipe.
“Sorry to disappoint.” Peter sighed. “Hey um, this is going to sound weird, but, would you like to… I don’t know, like go for coffee one of these days?” your eyes went wide, big as saucers hearing him ask. “Or not… I mean I was just suggesting.”
“Don’t move Peter Parker.” You squinted, Peter felt something on his arm.
“You opened your eyes!” She squealed.
A spider, the same spider that bit him years ago was walking up his arm, then there was another and another, all of them crawling upwards.
“Holy fucking shit.” Horror stained his voice. But Peter couldn’t move. He didn’t know if he was able to feel his body.
“You are Spider-Man for fucks sake keep it together” you cried. “Told you to keep them closed."
In a swift move you grabbed a few vials filled with dust in different colors. Peter was wide eyed, gawking, unmoving about to have a heart attack.
“I can’t move, help!” his voice high pitched.
“Shut up Peter Parker, I’m trying to think!”
A marble mortar plopped on the table, a mix of colors and sparks flashed across your face.
“Sorry for what’s next but you can’t move and I’m not in position to kill our city’s hero.”
Grabbing the dust on the mortar, you put the bright blue dust on your lips as you fell on your knees in front of Peter. Careful not to ruin the pentagram.
Leaning forward you said,
“The spider you see is just in your mind, you are hallucinating for real this time, that’s why i told you to not open your eyes. Wish things were different but this is it, Peter Parker.”
“What?”
“Good luck.”
You clashed your lips with his. In a second Peter felt his whole body tingle, like he was having a serious case of pins and needles. Involuntarily his palm went up to rest on your cheek. Warm and soft. Cherry scent, and blueberry taste. His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you, the crazy girl he met a few hours ago at the halloween party.
A sharp turn. Just like when you twirl in one spot until you feel the whole room shake and you are in that state of happy dizziness. Peter felt like that and he kind of enjoyed it.
When the motion stopped fully he opened his eyes. Blinking he reincorporated, he didn’t know he had been lying down this whole time.
Spider-Man’s spandex suit still plastered on his torso just that the room was not the tiny room he had been in.
“Peter?”
“Aunt May?”
“Breakfast is ready!”
Peter rested on his elbows, he was in his room in Queens. He was in Brooklyn just a second ago. And, why was he even here? His apartment was in Manhattan.
Shaking his head he peeled the tight suit off, his body complained, a common thing by now. Taking a quick shower he saw the water run down the drain, little hints of bright blue in them. He shook his head, migraine settling behind his eyes.
“I had no idea you were staying the weekend Peter, you always let me know.” May dried her hands in the kitchen cloth as she looked at him with fond eyes. “You scared the hell living out of me last night when I heard you in your room.”
Peter frowned, he didn’t remember how he got in, he wasn’t even sure what happened after he saw Flash at the party. Late that night he found two shiny bits of crystal on his bed. His mind screamed at him to keep them near.
Until the new moon, right?
Glimpses of what felt like dreams were trying to tell him something, most days Peter woke up with the feeling that he had forgotten something but he pushed it aside, there wasn’t much time to think of Peter problems when there were Spider-Man real problems.
It took him six days to notice his bad luck had disappeared, he felt lighter than ever, he even got a rise at his job which was hard to believe. Cat hadn’t been involved in trouble and Peter didn’t need patching or stitches for the week, he was doing amazing.
One night during patrol. He was sitting on a building in Brooklyn, there had been a fire two blocks down, no one had been injured so Peter left the scene before the police arrived. Now his legs hung on the edge of the six story building. Phone in hand. Flash posted the party’s photos, he laughed at one where a group of guys dressed as the one and only Pitbull were carrying Flash as he threw pumpkins shaped confetti in the air. Flash knew how to have a good time, Pete gave him that.
The next photo was one where he could see himself at the back, he barely noticed it was him, the spandex gave him away. But what caught his attention was the pointy hat, purple ribbons floating. His heart increased its pace.
•••
Flash was doing some drills at Empire’s gym. Sweaty and all, he greeted Peter with a hug and a laugh.
“Pete, you left too early the other day!”
Peter’s cheek went warm. “Sorry, yeah I wasn’t feeling well.”
“No problem. You want to play? For the good ol’ days.” Flash chuckled.
Peter remembered high school as if it was yesterday.
“I have class in like twenty minutes, but next time. I was just wondering if you knew the name of this girl I met at your party.”
Flash smirked, nudging Peter on the ribs. “I see why you weren’t feeling well huh? Parker.”
Peter scratched his neck, this was so awkward, he didn’t even know the girl.
“What she looked like?”
Peter’s image of you was very vague, he remembered the costume, but nothing else really.
“You have an idea how many girls dressed like that were at the party? I need more intel Parker.”
Peter closed his eyes for a second. “She- um she said you were taking bioengineering together,”
Flash huffed, making the basketball bounce. “I’m not taking bioengineering, Peter. Don’t think girls take that class anyway… trust me I’d remember.” He winked.
“Really? Because she was very sure of it.” He laughed, out of pure agony.
Have you been like a dream or something?
“I think someone made you look like a fool Pete. But there’s always more girls.”
“Right, no, you’re right. Um, I’m going to get going. See you later man.”
“Take care Parker!”
Making his way back home, Peter kicked a can with all the force he managed, it landed inside a trash can. He blinked, shit that was quite lucky. He felt not so lucky when there was no space in the subway to even move your legs, at least it was warm in there, the November wind was getting tougher by the day. Headphones on, he put the music in shuffle.
In starlit night I saw you
So cruel you kissed me
your lips a magic world
Leaning on the cold metallic tube in front of the doors, he sighed looking at his converse. He needed to give them a wash, those ketchup stains were not making it look any better. His fingers went to his eyes, scratching the corners of them, he could sleep right there if he was sure no one would steal his phone but instead he concentrated on his surroundings. Phone screens shining, Instagram posts passing rapidly, text messages getting deleted and retyped, sudoku grid…
Sudoku grid?
His stomach churned. He had these images like photos archived in his brain. He remembered the sudoku grid, the number 9 for some reason, mushrooms, pink dust, floating candles, a green mug, and a smile. That smile had haunted his dreams for days now.
The owner of the phone had a bright yellow coat. Peter froze just creepily staring at the person.
Next stop was a commotion, people going out, some more coming in. Peter lost yellow coat for a moment only to see it going out with the sea of people.
“Hey!" he shouted. Desperation in his voice. “Yellow coat!”
Only feet away now, he saw the person go up the stairs. His heart hammering against his ribcage, what was this, why was he so anxious for the person to turn?
Crossing a busy street, he took his earphones off, seeing for one last time yellow coat get into a taxi, mixing in the traffic.
Peter sometimes really thought he was the most intelligent person in the world. He decided to follow the taxi, this time in Spider-Man clothes. Web shooters full and ready, cold wind wasn’t even a bother, he had perfected the suit to be warmer on winter days.
Swinging up to Brooklyn’s bridge had been easy, the problem being on which of all the taxis he saw was yellow coat in.
Running and shooting webs caused lots of honking and almost made a man crash his car thanks to the little kid trying to come off the window to say hello to him.
“Sorry!” He apologized, as he flew by.
Last taxi entering Brooklyn was his only chance, this better be it. As he plopped as softly as he could on the roof of the car, he bent over to take a peek on the backseat windows.
He grinned under the mask. Knocking on the window he saw shiny hair flick, and sparkly eyes connected with his white buggy ones. Waving a hand at you, your eyes went wide. In a flash everything came back to him.
The curse, how you feed him and basically cured his bad luck with a blueberry flavored kiss.
Stealing his heart with that, it was absurd yet magical, Peter wasn’t surprised no more with what happened in his daily life.
“Roll the window down?” He made the motion for you to do so.
For a brief second Peter thought you were not doing it, but you did, wind made your hair dance and oh Peter’s heart shivered with joy.
“Witch!” He greeted, still looking at you upside down.
“Peter Pa- Spider-Man!” you smiled, in awe.
The taxi driver rolled his window down too. “Dickhead, get the fuck down of my car!”
“Just drop me in the next block.” You said, throwing the man some money.
Peter jumped off the car just as the taxi slowed down.
“Freaks!” The man shouted at them, his middle finger sticking out the window as his goodbye.
“Thank you kind sir!” Peter saluted him.
You snorted by his side. Pivoting on his heels, it took him a second to take it all in.
“You disappeared,”
“I didn’t disappear, I helped you get home Peter Parker.” You grinned. Oh that smile, Peter wanted to squeeze your cheeks.
“Um, no, that’s not what happened. I was lying in your room, and then you kissed me and then I woke up at my aunt’s? For a moment I thought I was losing my mind.”
You were staring at him amused. “It was fun, right? I know I had a lot of fun that night.”
“Don't be mean.” Peter’s hand flew to his chest, as if he had been hurt for real. “I even asked Flash about you, and you lied, you never went to Empire.” Hands flying in the air, as he spoke.
“First of all. I do go to Empire, Flash is just not a very observant person.”
“Right, so tell me why you did all this?”
"I had to fix it okay!” Your eyes locked on your shoes.
“Spider-Man hi!!” A group of teenagers waved their hands at them on the other side of the street.
“Hello, guys!” He had to be kind to the fans, being the beloved neighborhood hero wasn’t an easy task after all. “Have a good day.”
“You are the shit bro!” One of them shouted back.
“Do you mind if we talk somewhere more private?” Peter said through gritted teeth.
You bit the inside of your cheek to not laugh. “Ok.”
Peter took the opportunity to grab you by the waist, in a fast and smooth motion he was flying through Brooklyn.
“This is not what I had in mind.” You squealed against his spandex covered neck, he felt your breath hot on his skin.
“Oh you owe me, this is the least you can do for me Witch.”
Peter wowed as they moved between buildings. Landing on the roof of an old cinema. The neon lights casting pretty shadows against your face and the suit’s texture became alive. He took the mask off to reveal the sweetest of smiles. Cheeks rosy.
“What can we do about this?” He asked, arms spread wide, he was falling for someone who he barely knew.
You hid your hands inside your coat, wind biting on your skin harshly.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”
Peter sighed. “How was it supposed to go? You said you had to fix it, what do you mean by that?”
Why were Peter’s eyes so pretty, his face was a mix of pain and hope, your stomach felt funny again. It had been like that since you first saw him. A month ago.
A blue moon was something you always enjoyed. Making moon water, charging crystals, manifesting and writing spells.
But Orion, your black cat had been angsty for days now, he always was like that during full moons. He destroyed your quilt, the one to knit together with so much effort. So you let him out.
“Get out! If you could, I’d make you fix this to make me happy!” The window closed with a thud and poor Orion blended in with the night.
After trying to fix it but failing with the quilt you felt guilty. Orion was simply trying to let that energy out, and you took it against the poor thing. After much thinking you decided to go out looking for him. Orion’s name got pronounced several times until you saw him crossing the street a little ahead of you, it was three in the morning. Cars weren’t even passing, the world was still, sirens and honks chimed far away.
Orion locked eyes with you for a moment. And you knew this was a bit of a dare to him, squatting down you tried to prod the cat to go to you, but Orion only sat in the middle of the sidewalk, liking his paw almost making fun of you. One step closer was what set him off running again. Just in time for Spider-Man to pass walking; half mask up munching on what seemed to be a burrito, mustard on the corner of his mouth, he came to a halt when the cat crossed his path. You saw Spider-Man gulp.
A moment later his burrito fell flat on the pavement. You knew what this was about, you shut your eyes, cursing Orion under your breath, when you opened them Spider-Man was gone.
“So you knew I was Spider-Man all along?” Peter scoffed. “You are full of secrets witch.”
“I knew I even said it to you when you were freaking out. Half of the spell had to do with me doing the ritual and half of it was you believing it would work, you still opened those damn pretty eyes.”
Peter kicked a tiny rock off the roof. “So you think I have pretty eyes?” he heard you laugh.
“You do Peter Parker.”
He blushed deeper. “ So what I felt when you… kissed me was just part of the spell?”
The disappointment in his voice made your heart jump. “It wasn’t about feelings, Peter Parker, it was just a spell to fix your bad luck. Whatever you felt, that’s on you.”
“Hmm,” he took a step closer, scratching his neck. “I was being serious when I asked you out for coffee.”
“I know.”
Peter smirked. “You like making me suffer, I see how it is.” He laughed, making a full twirl.
The grin on your lips couldn’t be held. “It’s funny to see you all embarrassed.”
“Jesus… okay so, coffee this Saturday?” His ears were bright red.
“Sounds good to me.”
“Great.” Another step closer. “Don’t bring your cat, I beg.”
“I won’t.”
“Good, because I’m feeling pretty lucky as it is.” His lips ghosted over yours.
On your tiptoes you connected your lips with his cold but soft ones. Both smiling and chuckling.
“This is even better than the last one.”
“Yeah because you were freaking out about spiders, Spider-Man.” you mumbled, Peter brushed the hairs that floated in your face, he needed a clear path.
“I think I prefer it when you call me Peter Parker.”
Peter kissed the tip of your nose, and you finally let him know your name. He beamed as he repeated it.
“That sounds about right.”
A meow was heard and Peter groaned, forehead connection to yours.
“He won’t do it again. I promise, it was just a blue moon thing.”
You saw his eyes traveling all over your face. “I think I can get used to getting cursed.”
Orion meowed again, rubbing its little black fur against Peter’s leg.
“Hey pal.” Peter said, patting the cat sweetly.
You snorted. “You’re weird Peter Parker.”
“Thank you.”
Maybe after all Orion did something that made you happier than a badly knitted quilt.
Peter found the whole term of black cat curse drastically different, they weren’t about bad luck after all.
#tasm fanfiction#peter parker fluff#peter parker fanfiction#tasm peter parker#spiderman fluff#spiderman x reader#spiderman fanfiction#spiderman#fanfiction#fanfic#tasm!peter fluff#fluff#halloween fic#black cat#happy halloween#tags are hard
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A sitcom like Full House but instead it's America and the Immigrant nations living together in a big house working through cultural differences and their fun and often wacky times in NYC. Que the canned laughter.
America- Is the dad like figure in the house. Whenever anyone has a problem he can sit them down on their bed and give them a nice talk and everything will be better. Real end of the episode type shit.
Ireland- The 'bad boy' brings home a new lover every night. Always hung over but he is the cool loving uncle you can lean on when a problem might be too serious to bring to America. His ‘talks’ often lead to more issues and eventually they do have to bring america into it somehow to smooth things over.
Lithuania-The older brother figure working through his trauma one day at a time. Often is the voice of reason when things get too out of hand. Makes big heartfelt speeches. Well behaved and never causes any issues but often get's pulled into everyone else's schemes because he is a people pleaser and wants to be sure things don’t get too crazy.
Romano- The spoiled 'baby' of the group, def a fan favorite. He’s got a catch phrase and all that 90s sitcom jazz. He's not actually a baby he's just normal adult Romano but he does demand to be babied. He somehow always pulls a ‘Tom Sawyer’ and convinces someone else to do his chores/work for him. Causes most of the hijinks in the house but never takes the fall for it. Always coming up with a get rich quick scheme that the others have to bail him out of when it never works out. If he gets sleepy or is cranky they do switch him out with North Italy between takes. They put a wig on him and viewers have never noticed.
#hetalia#hws america#hws ireland#hws lithuania#hws romano#aph america#aph ireland#aph lithuana#aph romano#alfred f. jones#toris laurinaitis#lovino vargas#original#i would have made an OP instead but we have no anime parts with Ireland unfortunatly#I had way too much fun doing this though
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My top 10 girlies. If I had to get rid of all but these (and I might), these are the ones I couldn't bear to part with.
Shamsa Kabil Nasr Mansour (back left), aka This Poor Girl, broke my heart a little when I first saw the treatment she had received from previous owners. I just want to hug her and tell her everything will be all right, even though she may have to go to the hospital in the future. Her eyes are still messed up and will never sit right, so she wears glasses. She was so damaged, I decided her backstory would include surviving a military attack on her home. She currently lives with her aunt, uncle, and big sister in the US, where she is learning to read and speak English.
Ivy Ling (front left) is practically perfect, and fits in nearly every modern decade. I love her unique eyes.
I wanted a Ruthie (Ruth Ann Smithens, back row) doll for some time, but not AG's Ruthie, because she didn't look like the books. Everything magically fell together (seriously, I wasn't even looking for a face and ran across the head on eBay, and they eyes and wig were the first things to fall out when I opened their respective containers) and Ruthie was born. I think she looks a bit like Liesel Matthews from the 1990s version of A Little Princess, too.
LaRae Bliss Turner (front) was an accidental find. I had been lowkey looking for an Addy mold doll for about a year, and knew I wanted different eyebrows. I kept coming back to the listing, even saving a screenshot and finally decided that she was the right doll for me. I'm still working on her backstory.
Blaire Wilson (middle back): I thought I didn't like Blaire. Blaire was blah. She had hobbies I wasn't interested in, I don't like her name, and the previous dolls I had seen had those weird downcast eyes. Then I was looking for a secondhand version of Rebecca's Hanukkah outfit and found a listing of this girl dressed in the full outfit. The price wasn't bad, and I thought I could always donate the doll if I didn't like her. Well, she's grown on me and now I can't make myself give her up.
Annika Jessalyn Nazarbayev (middle front): Annika was one of my very first dolls, and is the doll I've had the longest. Since she was originally Jess, I tied her story into that. She's Jess's niece (her mom, Heather, is Jess's older sister), and her middle name is a nod to Annika's past and her character relationship to her aunt.
Nellie Brigid O'Malley (back): I gave my Nellie a middle name to distinguish her from AG's version. She's another book-based character doll, and might just be my favorite. Don't tell the others.
Tabitha Danielle Crow (front): I never intended on keeping Tabby. I bought her as a damaged Rebecca to fix up and donate, but now I don't want to let her go. Her last name actually belongs to a friend of mine; the two of them look like they're related.
Dubheasa Ni Mhaoileidigh, aka Dovie, (back right): Dovie is also an ex-Rebecca and since, logically, I do not need 2 Rebecca-based dolls (nor 4 Josefina molds, nor 2 Josefina mold redheads with green eyes), I shouldn't keep her. Emotion trumps logic though, and I keep bringing her out. She has a sweet, timeless look that I wish AG played more into.
Last, but not least, Apolline Renee Kincaid: I bought her as a semi-dupe for Cecile who was retired well before I started collecting. I also have a penchant for creating my own characters and wanted a 1920s girl (I came up with the character about a year before the first mentions of Claudie), so she lives near New Orleans during the end of the Harlem Renaissance movement there. I love that she has the older Sonali face mold. Apparently I prefer the older dolls, as I didn't choose to keep any of the ones I had bought that were recently released.
Face mold totals: 4 Josefina, 2 Sonali, 2 Jess, 1 Marie-Grace, 1 Addy
Who would you have in your collection of 10 or fewer dolls?
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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)
Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking, light bondage, blindfolds
Summary: Even though you should be the belle of the Annual Top Gun Navy Ball, you're more of a brat and Jake enjoys every minute of the teasing and the consequences later.
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Chapter 12
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Chapter 13: Belle or Brat?
Your Hallmark movie of a Thanksgiving trip to meet Jake's family ends Saturday at the Austin airport. Tom and Sharon have driven you and Jake to the airport and are giving you hugs and goodbyes on the curb.
Sharon is beaming when she goes to give you a hug,
"It has been so good to get to know you. I couldn't be happier that you and Jake found each other. We'll see you guys sooner than later. Take care, Elsa."
"Sharon, thank you for the wonderful time and being so welcoming. It was honestly one of the best holidays I've had in a long time."
Tom gives you a hug and you overhear Sharon talking to Jake as she hugs him goodbye.
"Love you, Jakey. Hold on to her," Sharon tells Jake.
"Love you too. I will, Mom. Don't worry."
The flight is uneventful and soon the plane is starting the intense descent into San Diego. You grab an Uber and head home, breathing in a sigh of relief as you unlocking your front door and step inside.
"Home sweet home," you say walking in. You look through the mail and think of the upcoming week. Nothing too insane for work and then the Navy Ball for the Top Gun team and a few other departments at North Island this coming Saturday.
When you and Jake had discussed it a few months ago you were unfamiliar with the concept of military ball.
"Have you ever been to one before?" you asked Jake.
"Yes, they're pretty standard throughout the Navy. I've never brought a date though. Seemed like a lot to ask someone I was only casual with. So, I'm excited to have you on my arm with me at this one."
"What am I supposed to wear?"
"Probably a fancy dress, evening gown thingy?"
You laughed,
"Very helpful."
"Cyclone said his wife would be available to take you and Lydia to a dress shop that's pretty good for these types of things."
"That'd be helpful, does Mrs. Cyclone have a name?"
Jake laughed and flipped through his phone,
"Maddie Simpson, I sent you her contact info."
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The week before the ball flows along as expected, work is busy but not too much. The schematics for Darkstar 2.0 are getting finalized. Lydia and you meet Friday after work for pedicures and manicures to get all dolled up for the ball tomorrow. You select a light pink for your toes and a golden beige for your nails, keeping it subtle. You and Lydia chat and exchange info on what to expect tomorrow.
"Rooster said to be prepared for a whole bunch of speeches, so his advice was to hold off your bathroom break till the middle of those," Lydia reports.
"Jake mentioned there's a receiving line where we get to meet all the big wigs," you offer up your bit of intel.
"It sounds like a prom mashed with a wedding."
"Well, it sounds like this won't be the only one we attend."
She gets a dreamy look on her face, "Yeah, I think these guys are sticking around. Who'd of thought, me going after some random guy I thought was hot at the bar for a quick fuck would have ended us up here?"
"I'll salute your sluttiness, it paid off this time, you laugh and stick your tongue out at Lydia letting her know you're joking. You continue,
"You realize we're going to have to come up with some fake story to tell our kids of how we met their dads till they're old enough. Something about your Aunt Lydia thought your Uncle was hot and was curious of how big his cock was and then your mom completely humiliated your dad in front of his friends. Then they went to a baseball game and fell in love. I don't think that's going to be kid appropriate for a looong time."
Lydia is cracking up.
"How about we say we all met at a church picnic?!"
"Let's go with that."
"So you thinking the whole deal with Hangman? Marriage and kids?"
"I know we're on the marriage train, I asked him when we made all this official if that's where we were headed. Kids are more of a question mark. The way he was with his nieces in Texas was so freaking adorable. It was easy to imagine him as a dad and for like the first time ever I felt my biological clock. Like I felt I needed to give him babies."
Lydia is half laughing and half in shock.
"You are in deep, you'd be good parents."
"You and Rooster?"
She pauses,
"I think he's going to propose. Rooster's been a little weird lately. I keep walking in on him writing something and muttering something like 'That's not it'. And he's been a little cagey like he's planning something."
"Is it a problem if he proposes?"
"I don't think so. It does feel a little soon."
"Would you say yes?"
"Yes, of course I would."
"Then don't worry about it."
"You're right."
At that moment your nail technicians let you know you're done. You walk out doing your best to keep your nails smudge free. Waving your goodbyes to Lydia you promise to see her tomorrow at the ball.
Jake and you have a quiet evening in and an easy Saturday morning, not doing too much knowing you have a big event tonight.
The cocktail hour starts at 5 pm so you're ready by 4:30 and walk out to meet Jake in the living room. He is sitting on the couch fiddling with his phone and he stands up when he hears you on the wood floor. You are treated to a look of surprise and utter adoration from Jake.
"Oh El, you look gorgeous," he declares and
You do a little twirl around showing him the full look.
Your dress is a dark navy one shoulder style mermaid style dress with a plunging back and strap across the back to hold it together. There is a slit down the side to help with movement. When you were picking out dresses with Lydia and Maddie Simpson this one stood out to you for the bare back. It was easy to imagine the feel of Jake's hand on your back.
He walks around the couch, eyeing you from head to toe.
"God, I'm not sure we're gonna make it there, you look so good."
He also looks extremely good in his dress uniform. It's his most formal one with a dinner jacket with tails, bowtie, and cumberbund. You hold back the girlish sigh on your lips on how unbelievably handsome he is.
"You keep your hands to yourself mister, this took a lot of work."
"Fine, fine, I'll take you out and show you off," he stands behind you and leans in as he brushes his hand up your back,
"I'll just have to wait to have my way with you, I can tell the way you're eyeing me you've got ideas too."
You let out a traitorous sigh,
"Maybe, but we should get going." Jake just chuckles and kisses your temple.
When you arrive you pick up a name tag at a table near the entrance that says, "Dr. Elsa Matthews, PhD, PE, Guest of Lieutenant Jake Seresin."
"Jake, you didn't have to put titles on my name tag," you chide him. He laughs,
"It's not to boost your ego, it's a tactical move to annoy one of my coworkers, Jenkins. He's convinced that there isn't a woman smart enough to have a PhD in aerospace engineering so I thought I'd pump up your credentials to mess with him."
"How mature," you respond. You make your way to the bar, get a drink, and prepare to mingle.
Jake sees Rooster and Lydia first, "Look there's Rooster and Lydia. Let's grab a table with them while we can."
You make your way over to Rooster and Lydia and greet them on the side of the giant room.
"Lydia, Rooster, you guys look great," you say giving them each a hug. Rooster gives the compliment back, at least to you,
"Elsa, you look stunning. Hangman, you look adequate."
Jake just laughs,
"I'm wearing the same thing you are, but I make this look good. I'd give you a solid C+."
Rooster opens his mouth to send another volley, but Lydia stops him,
"Let's grab a table so we can make sure we all sit together. I need Elsa as my emotional support animal to get through this."
You snag a table near the back and on the edge.
"Strategic," you say, "Makes bathroom breaks more subtle."
Jake leans in so only you can hear, "Or sneaking off to do other things." He winks as he leans out to join the conversation.
Rooster looks over your head and groans a little,
"Here comes Jenkins."
"The one who doesn't think women can be engineers?" you ask Jake.
"Yup."
A guy with black hair in a buzz cut and a pudgy face with a scraggly mustache appears with his date, a petite blond that looks like she could get blown away in a stiff wind.
"Hangman, so this is the infamous girlfriend, Elsa. I'm Paul" he says, grabbing your hand and kissing it in greeting,
"Enchanté."
You're shocked he would do that in front of his date/ girlfriend. Jake is rolling his eyes at the over the top gesture.
"Nice to meet you, Paul," you turn to his date, "and you too."
She responds,
"Sarah, his sister."
You feel slightly better that he's not a total sleazeball.
"Sarah, these are my coworkers, Hangman and Rooster. This is supposedly Hangman's smarty pants girlfriend," he leans uncomfortably close to your chest to read your name tag out loud verbatim,
"Dr. Elsa Matthews, PhD, PE."
Sarah and you nod at each other.
"What's the PE for?" Jenkins asks.
"Licensed Professional Engineer."
"So basically a nerd license?"
Jenkins laughs jarringly like a hyena looking around the group to see if anybody else is laughing. No one is.
"Yeah, something like that. So, Sarah, do you live in the area or are you visiting?" you ask, trying to divert the conversation to something more interesting. Jenkins isn't having it,
"Alright, if you're actually a doctor in aerospace engineering, tell me something smart."
"I didn't think this was going to turn into a job interview. You could just look at my LinkedIn page if you want to know all my professional accomplishments."
Jake smirks as he watches. Jenkins doesn't give up,
"Naw naw, Doc. Say something smart."
"Will telling you I have three parents for hypersonic aviation modular life support systems, out of a total of 22 patents, shut you up?"
Jake and Rooster are smiling into their drinks watching the conversation. You can tell they aren't particularly fond of Jenkins.
"Okay, okay, I get it. You don't have to be a show off. If you're so smart then why are you with Hangman? I'm on the market, baby."
Jake has snorted his beer through his nose and is coughing, Rooster pats him on the back. Rooster and Lydia are waiting for your next verbal volley like they're watching a tennis match.
"It's because he has a giant cock. Do I need to describe that in great detail so you understand, too?"
You respond with an accompanying hand gesture, slowly, like you're talking to a child, a particularly slow child with a bad mustache. Sarah hides a smile at her idiot brother. Rooster coughs into drink.
Jenkins barks out his hyena laugh,
"I like this one, Seresin!"
Sarah grabs her brother's shoulder and urges him to walk away. He looks over his shoulder as he turns,
"Hey baby, if you find you get bored with the Hangman and want to hang out with a hung man," he gestures obscenely to his crotch, making you gag a little,
"Give me a call, sweet cheeks."
Rooster calls out to Sarah,
"I'd keep him away from the bar for the rest of the night, just a word of advice."
You look at Jake,
"What the hell is wrong with him? And please tell me he doesn't fly a plane."
"Multiple things, probably dropped on his head as a child, many, many times," Jake responds,
"And no, thank God, he is not a pilot. He's in charge of aircraft parts, so a glorified inventory clerk."
"Please tell me that's your weirdest coworker," you plead with Jake and Rooster.
"Yes, everybody else is pretty normal." Jake answers.
You lean over to Jake,
"I'm not going to get you in trouble for that big cock comment, am I?"
Jake looks at you,
"Don't worry about it, the higher ups don't believe anything he says. I would probably recommend not saying that to Cyclone, it might be a bit of a weird conversation starter."
You laugh, the tension easing.
You and Jake circulate around and meet more of Jake's coworkers and the rest are pleasant and not obnoxious jackasses.
Soon dinner is served and the speeches start up. They feel a lot like corporate speeches but with more patriotism sprinkled in. You are definitely bored by the end of the first one. Maybe it is the champagne on an empty stomach, but you decide to mess with Jake a little bit. You slip your heel off and nudge Jake's pant leg with your foot making contact with the skin under the fabric. Jake's eyebrow raises and he gives you a slight smile as he realizes what you are doing. After a few minutes you put it back in your shoe.
At the next applause break, you pretend to fiddle with your earring and pop it off into your hand.
"Oh no, I think I just lost my earring," you say loud enough to catch Jake's attention,
"I think it fell off that way."
You point towards Jake's feet. You lean over to peek under the tablecloth and as you do you cup Jake's crotch. You know the view of your actions is obscured by the tablecloth and your body. You're rewarded with a quick breath in from Jake.
You emerge from the tablecloth holding your earring, stating,
"Found it," as you put it back on. Jake is staring at you more pointedly now, eyebrow raised in question.
You lean to whisper so only he can hear,
"I'll stop if you say stop. I won't do anything that would embarrass you, just want to rile you up for later."
You pull back to see his response and he leans back in to whisper into your ear.
"Just know you'll face the consequences later," he smirks.
It's your turn to get a little flush and give him a knowing smile. Another speech starts and you keep your hands to yourself for the entirety of the speech. At the end, you use the moment to excuse yourself to the bathroom. When you're in the stall you slide off the lacy thong you chose for tonight and ball it up in your hand. As you sit back down you sneak the underwear in Jake's pants pocket. His hand goes to investigate and the moment he recognizes that it is lacy fabric and his jaw clenches ever so slightly. He looks at you eyebrows raised and the corner of his mouth quirked up in amusement.
The room darkens for a video on a screen up front. You use the opportunity to slide Jake's hand to the slit on your dress, that is conveniently on the side nearest him. You place your napkin over his hand to obscure the scene. His hand is on your skin and ever so slowly creeping around to your inner thigh, trying to flex his fingers up towards your pussy. The video ends and he discreetly pulls his hand back to clap, making eye contact with you the whole time.
The speeches are over and they announce that the dance floor is open. Jake stands up and extends his hand, "May I have this dance, El?"
The music is classical and you recognize it as a waltz. You're surprised when we get to the dance floor and Jake leads you in a perfect waltz.
"Should I add ballroom dancing to your list of many hidden talents?" you ask Jake as he gives you a twirl.
"Yes, among others. My mom insisted we learn to dance the classics. And how are you so well informed on ballroom dance techniques?"
"My mom made me go to cotillion. I remember all the dances and how to set a 36 inch place setting."
"What a useful skill in this day and age," he laughs.
After a few more classical dances, the music has changed to more contemporary pop and rock and roll making the dancing more informal. Lydia and Rooster make their way to you on the dance floor. The lighting has changed and the room is darker and by the DJ stand there are colored lights that change with the beat of the music. It feels like a high school prom with some of the music choices, and you have fun trying out cheesy moves mostly to make everyone else laugh.
The song switches to a song you recognize, Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight. Jake places one hand on your back on the bare skin and takes your hand in the other. You place your free hand on his shoulder and start to sway in time with the music. Jake is singing along just loud enough for you to hear and his deep voice reverberates through his chest against yours. You wonder if you can fall even more in love with him the way he's looking at you when the song ends.
Borrowing a lyric from the song, you say,
"It's time to go home now."
He laughs at your choice of words and lowers his head to tell you,
"Someone also needs to face the consequences of her actions, like putting her panties in my pocket so I know you're bare and there'd be nothing in my way."
You swallow hard and just dumbly nod, no coherent thoughts forming, Jake sees the look on your face and just smirks. You make our goodbyes to Lydia and Rooster and head out to the car.
You are barely buckled in when Jake's hand finds the slit in your dress. Pushing his hand up toward your pussy, he extends his fingers and just gently parts the folds around your clit, and then suddenly retreats his hand. You whine at the loss of contact.
"Does someone not like getting teased?" he laughs.
He leans over the console and puts a hand behind your head to catch your lips and mouth in a deep kiss that you feel all the way to your toes. He pulls back and starts the car, leaving you breathless and needy.
"El, you're lucky this is a stick or you'd be getting a lot more teasing on the drive home."
You are never happier that you live only 10 minutes from the base. Jake drives you home in what feels like a deliberately slower manner. You finally break,
"Jake, I need you inside me as soon as possible."
"Ooh, you are hot and ready to go. This'll make what I have planned for you even better."
"What do you have planned, besides fucking me the instant we get inside the door?"
"Oh, so much more, sweetheart. Just you wait."
Mercifully, you arrive home. You feel like you are sprinting to get the door unlocked and Jake is taking his sweet time getting to the porch. You step inside and Jake follows. He pulls you back to his chest and starts to kiss a line down your neck. Jake guides you to the bedroom and unzips your dress leaving you completely naked. He pushes you onto the bed so you are sitting on the edge.
"You were a wretched little tease tonight," he grabs your chin and tilts it up to look at him, "I've been thinking of all the ways I could have you when we got back here."
His thumb rubs across your lower lip and you take it into your mouth and suck on it earning a low groan from him.
"Teases need to learn some lessons in patience," he purrs as his hand slides down to cup your breasts and pinch your nipple, ripping a ragged moan from you.
"Lay down and wait, I'll be right back," he looks at you and says with deadly seriousness, "Do not touch yourself. understand me?"
You nod in agreement. He leaves the room and you slip off your heels and lay down on the top of your bed.
He returns holding a small bowl and the belt from your silk robe. He puts the small bowl on the dresser and kneels next to the bed.
"El, I'm going to tie you to the bed and blindfold you. Are you okay with that?" He is searching your eyes for any hesitancy.
"I'm very okay with that," you practically purr.
He breaks into the panty dropper smile and says,
"Good, we can stop this at any time, just say red light."
He is referencing the system you agreed upon for communicating in bed.
"Sounds good, green light."
He lifts your hands up above your head and the cool softness of the silk robe belt encircling your wrists and the fabric tightens as he ties it to the headboard. You flex your arms and find that you can't move them far. Jake is now standing next to the bed staring at you. He has pulled his dinner jacket off and thrown it over the back of the armchair in the corner, the medals clinking as it lands. Next he pulls off the cumberbund and sends it over to join the jacket. He unties his bow tie, throwing it down to the bed next to you and unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt. His next move is classically sexy and makes you press your thighs together to get some kind of friction. He pulls his cufflinks out and puts them on top of the dresser next to him and then he methodically rolls his sleeves up revealing his tanned and muscular forearms.
"Enjoying the show, El?" he laughs.
"Very much," you breathe more than speak.
"Good," he says as he sits down on the bed taking the bow tie in his hand and he ties it gently around your head pulling the fabric to cover your eyes.
You take a deep breath and relax into the bed.
"Good, El?"
"Very good, Jake."
The first thing you feel is Jake's hands sweeping up your legs and just skimming the inside of your thighs short circuiting your brain. You try to thrust your pelvis towards his hands and he evades your motions and continues up your body. You whine out a little pout. Jake just laughs. His hands move along to cup your breasts, just pinching at the nipple to a firm point before he leans down to kiss them. He pulls back and you are lost without any contact from him.
The bed dips around your waist and the crisp fabric of his dress pants stretches across your thighs as he straddles you. You are unsure what his next move will be until the cool metal of his dog tags fall on your chest, eliciting a squeak from you. He huffs out a little laugh.
Jake leans down and holds his lips just above yours, the heat from his mouth apparent on your lips as he talks,
"Sweet, sweet, El. Who knew you were such cock tease and so naughty."
He traces a finger down your cheek and across your lips as he talks. You try to lift your head to kiss his lips and he pulls away before you make contact. Your head falls to the bed in defeat and then Jake is kissing you hard, tongue invading your mouth. He pulls away and you lift your head to chase his lips for more, earning another soft and teasing laugh from him.
Jaken kisses a line down your jaw and neck, continuing his path down your chest and finally settling his lips just under your left breast. The feeling from his lips intensifies and he sucks a bruise there, the slight pain from the blood vessels breaking blissfully radiating out. You're so tightly wound that anything, any feeling, pain or pleasure, soothes you. You moan loudly at that thought. He pulls off and gently kisses the sensitive area.
Ghosting his lips down your stomach he swerves at the last second avoiding your very wet and very needy pussy. You whine out in frustration, and plead to him,
"That's where I need it, please, Jake."
"Are we frustrated, El?"
"Yes, please, please touch me. Anything." you plead, sounding a bit desperate.
"It's okay, El. I'll take care of you," Jake coos reassuringly. The bed springs up and the weight of Jake is gone leaving you a little unmoored. Sounds you can't identify filter over from the far side of the room and suddenly you are overwhelmed by a cold burst of wetness on your nipples, they pebble and firm up instantly. An undignified yelp escapes your mouth with a
"What was that?"
"Ice," Jake laughs as he settles in the bed, and you can practically hear his smirk. He resumes his position over you and his cold lips trail down your torso and engulf your clit with no warning. You respond by squealing a mix of pleasure and pain and lifting your hips as far off the bed as possible, unsure if you want to retreat or want more.
"You are so much fun to tease. So responsive and sensitive," Jake says as he pulls back.
"Not fair, I need you, Jake," you respond, emphasizing the word need. He returns his cold mouth to your clit and begins to lick it fast and hard. Two fingers into you without any resistance and join his tongue in his fast rhythm. It doesn't take long for his mouth to warm up and push you to the edge of climax.
You are a moaning mess, and all you can sob out is,
"So close, so close, don't stop."
He pulls his face back and keeps his fingers in you at the same intense pace.
"You don't get to come till I let you, El."
If it was possible that statement would have made you even wetter. It's not helping how turned on you are. He plants his mouth hard on your clit and keeps licking.
"Please, can I come?"
Your begging question fills the air. "Please?" You ask again. You are so close that you know Jake can feel your walls fluttering around his fingers. Every second you're kept waiting is an exquisite mix of overwhelming bliss and the pain of almost coming.
Abruptly Jake pulls back everything. His mouth and hands are gone and your hips lift to chase him.
"What the fuck, Jake?"
You try to sound more indignant than needy. He just laughs as an answer. The bed shifts as Jake stands up. The sound of his clothes hitting the floor is followed by the ties at your wrists being undone.
The bed dips and Jake flips you over with the ease that only he can achieve. You are still blindfolded and unsure of his next move. He grips your hips and pulls your ass up as he gently pushes your head down to the bed. Your knees are being pushed apart with his knee and his hard cock brushes against your thighs enticingly. He is so achingly close to tight where you need him.
Finally, he takes pity on you and runs the head of his cock through your glistening folds.
"You ready, El?" he asks, still teasing your slit.
You practically shout,
"Yes, please fuck me, please."
"So needy, the tease doesn't like to be teased?"
He is laughing as he kisses down your spine.
You reach a hand back to try and touch yourself for some relief and you are treated to a stinging slap on your ass. You bite your lip to keep the moan it pulls out of you in, not wanting to give Jake the satisfaction right now, not when he's teasing you so mercilessly.
"Do I have to tie you up again? You'll come when I tell you, El."
Your whine in response is pure lust and absolute need,
"No, sir. Please fuck me, I need you."
He obliges and plunges in without any more warning or teasing. You almost come before he has bottomed out. With how hard you're gripping the comforter in your hands holding 9ff your orgasm, you're slightly afraid you're going to rip holes in the fabric, not that any part of your brain can be bothered to care. Each of Jake's thrusts pulls out a moan that sounds more like of a sob of relief than of pleasure. Jake pulls all the way back out and for a second you are lost. He pushes back in and starts to fuck you slowly. You try to speed up his thrusts by pushing back your body.
He laughs and grips your hips hard to still you, the thought that he might leave bruises makes you clench around him,
"Remember, who's in charge here?"
You don't respond and feel another harsh slap on the other cheek of your ass. This time you can't help the moan and accompanying clench of your pussy on his cock.
"Answer me, El."
"You are, Lieutenant," is all you can choke out, your need to come overwhelming you. The word triggers something in Jake and he is now fucking you at a relentless pace. His body is starting to tense, a sign he is getting close to the edge; he mercifully slips his hand down to touch your clit. You are right back at that edge of ecstasy within seconds and you hear yourself begging again,
"Please, can I come? Lieutenant? Please?"
His body stutters and you know he is close. Through gritted teeth, he says,
"Come around my cock baby, I want to feel how much you need it."
That is all the encouragement you need. You shatter around him clenching hard. The orgasm is so overwhelming that if you hadn't had the blindfold on still the room would have grayed out.
Your head thunks down to the soft mattress as the pleasure rolls over you, Jake thrusts a few more times to chase his release, his hands gripping at your hips hard to keep you from moving up the bed.
"Fuck, El, gonna come, gonna fill you up," he grits out. You are still in the throes of your climax that you are almost too out of it to say anything.
"Please, Jake, give it to me. I've been good, please," you rasp. He comes with a mighty roar and bends down, his chest against your back as he catches his breath, one hand planted on the bed to support his weight, the other rubbing soothing circles on your side.
He reaches down to your shoulder and pulls you up to his chest tilting your head to kiss you sweetly, a contrast to the intensity of a few minutes ago. Jake pulls the blindfold off and slowly pulls out of you. He gently lowers you to the bed and lays down next to you pulling you into his arms. Your head settles on his chest as you both come down from your mutual high. After a few minutes Jake kisses your forehead tenderly.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
"Yes, way better than okay, in fact great," you respond. He laughs at your effusive gushing and his lips are on your forehead again. You roll over to your stomach so you can see his face.
"That's definitely been a fantasy of mine, never really trusted anyone enough to let go of that control," you tell him as you trace idle circles on his chest with your index finger.
"I remembered from one of your trips to Bakersfield. Did it live up to your expectations?" he asks.
"Not that this is a Yelp review or anything, but 5/5 greatly exceeded my expectations. Would have sex like this again."
You're rewarded with one of Jake's deep laughs,
"How am I supposed to keep my ego in check if you're telling me that kind of stuff?"
"You earned it, stud." you yawn, aware of how late it is.
"Is Cinderella out past midnight?" Jake teases.
"Yes, and she is quickly turning into a pumpkin. I'm going to wash all this makeup off and then I'm going to cuddle up to my handsome stud of a boyfriend and fall asleep."
"Sounds excellent," Jake yawns back in agreement. You head to the bathroom and when you return Jake is already asleep. You turn off the lights and slide into bed and lay your head on his chest before sleep overtakes you.
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Up next: Elsa's family comes to town for Christmas and it's not all hot chocolate and hugs...*foreshadowing*.
Chapter 14
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Avatar the Last Airbender Live Action Episode 7
I don't care what anyone says she's pretty. And I love the wig!
"It would have been wise to have focused on your training during your journey."
THAT'S WHAT WE'VE ALL BEEN SAYING!!
I like how they didn't make Hahn like this bonehead who didn't know what he was doing.
AVATAR KURUK?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! No but on a serious note we only ever got glimpses of the guy and it's pretty cool that the writers gave us more scenes of Aang interacting with his past lives.
I love how this Aang is still struggling to accept the role that has been chosen for him. That's why he's so hesitant to learn, to be what everyone needs him to be.
Iroh: "Have you got a plan yet?"
Zuko: "The plan is to reclaim what is rightfully mine!"
Iroh: "So, no plan."
Zuko: "I'm working on it, uncle."
They're amazing! Their chemistry is sooo good!
I wasn't expecting to see lightning this early!! THIS SCENE IS EVERYTHING!
The way Ozai manipulates his children to get what he wants makes my blood boil.
Straight out of the animated series:
Nothing but love for this show! But quick question: WHY DIDN'T THEY MENTION THE NECKLACE HE MADE FOR HER GRANDMOTHER?! HELLO, THAT IS PIVOTAL!
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A Gothy Imbolc - Part 2
Part 1 is 👉 here
The crowd went crazy and stormed the dancefloor when Ji Ho and Jeb played the first tunes of
Temple of Love from the Sisters of Mercy
(I just imagined Ji Ho singing the female part and Jeb the rest and got goosebumps ö.ö')
In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes
Ah, I love to see them happy and carefree after all they had to go through. Ji Ho is doing a good job with his Siren's Spells.
In the temple of love: Shine like thunder
In the temple of love: Cry like rain
In the temple of love: Hear my calling
In the temple of love: Hear my name
Aouwww Vlad and Saiwa are dancing together!
And the devil in black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
I'd been so disappointed with the clothes from the Goth Galore Kit but it inspired us to make this special so it was worth the 5€ :3
In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains
Ji Ho was amazing too. I didn't change his hair back to black this time. So he's a blonde goth tonight ^^'
At least he's in a dark mood ^w^
(Black is even his natural hair color haha. I really wish we could set different hair colors for the outfits without going in CAS. Same with the beards. I mean wigs and fake beards are a thing since - um always? At least since 'The Life of Brian' 2.000+ years ago! -.-)
The concert came to an end but they all continued to dance and celebrate for a while. Until Ji Ho's Siren's Spells faded.
Jeb is very pleased with how the evening went. He'd feared the worst since they all are at the edge because of Kiyoshi's return and try to avoid each other.
And then I caught Ji Ho and Vlad like this :3 How cute they are <3
And Great Uncle Eddie is in charge of the bar 💀
From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest
🛺 'Home happy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here
📚 Previous Chapters:
Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28
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Hello!
This post gives an overview of all my writing. All my fics are below the cut, and you can find my shorter ficlets & drabbles that I only posted on tumblr here :)
Normal things, baby! universe:
‘86, baby! (words: 58k) After they all survive Vecna (death? i don’t know her. and eddie definitely doesn’t either), everyone struggles with getting back to whatever “normal” is supposed to mean and new friendships are forged along the way, possibly even developing into something more eventually.
‘93, baby! (words: 2k) From Wayne’s POV, taking place 7 years after ‘86, baby! and reflecting on some of the moments from that fic, but also readable independently from ‘86, baby!
It’s Christmas, baby! (words: 5.5k) Four Christmas-themed oneshots that give some insight in the future after the events of ‘86, baby!
&Currently working on a Ronance-focused one taking place in the same universe :D
Fruity four fics:
Maybe if I was straight (words: 44k) AU based on the movie But I’m a Cheerleader, in which the fruity four meet each other because they end up in the same gay conversion therapy camp. Also, prepare for MANY supporting characters making appearances. And basically everyone is gay so that’s a bonus I guess.
The time of the year that you really need love (words: 14k) Christmas-themed fake-dating AU in which Steve and Robin, and Nancy and Eddie, pretend to be a couple.
Bee mine? (words: 5k) In which Steve and Robin are beekeepers, Eddie is a baker and Nancy a local journalist. The first chapter is all about Steddie and the second one about Ronance.
Steddie fics (mostly one-shots):
Friends don’t leave (words: 20k) In which Eddie leaves Hawkins, goes off the rails for a bit, and Steve continuously refuses to give up on him. (This was originally a one-shot so you can also only read the 1st chapter (words: 8k) if you prefer shorter fics)
It’s buzzcut season anyway (words: 2k) In which Steve finds out that Eddie’s hair is actually a wig.
The gayest chicken in Hawkins (words: 7k) In which a game of gay chicken between Steve and Eddie gets completely out of hand.
Beyond the yellow sweater (words: 3k) In which Eddie goes absolutely feral when he sees Mr. Harrington beating the shit out of Steve.
Basketball night (words: 1.5k) In which Steve is desperate to get Eddie's uncle to like him, and Eddie is just as desperate to get his uncle to like his boyfriend.
All I needed was the love you gave (words: 3,5k) In which Steve introduces Eddie to his parents.
Roses & Sunshine (words: 8k) In which Steve and Eddie meet at Hawkins’ community center. Eddie is there for guitar lessons, Steve for the daycare center. Misunderstandings ensue.
Not my type (words: 7k) In which Wayne meets Steve at a baseball match and wants to set him up with Eddie. Eddie is very much not into it.
Say you, say me (words: 3k) In which Steve and Eddie don’t quite have the same opinion about what Valentine’s Day is about.
The difference between a poem and a love letter (words: 5k) In which Eddie is a songwriter who likes to read poetry to find inspiration for new songs, and Steve a poet who finds his inspiration in music.
I will love your shadow (words: 3k) In which the bat-attack has left Eddie beyond repair and he has to come to terms with living with a stoma.
I’ll bring you flowers (in the pouring rain) (words: 7k) In which Eddie dates Steve without really believing he changed.
Until you face the rope (words: 5k) In which Eddie faces a trial for the crimes he didn’t commit.
Soul Mate (words: 1k) In which Steve and Eddie ponder what it means to get married and whether or not soulmates exist.
Ronance fics:
I’d kiss you if it wouldn’t kill me (words: 19k; inspired by Pushing Daisies but you don’t need to know anything about the show to read this) In which Nancy possesses the power to bring people back to life with a single touch. When Robin dies at the hands of Vecna, Nancy is there to save her. But there are some repercussions. The most important of them? If they ever touch again, Robin will die – and there will be no way back. After Vecna is defeated and Hawkins seems safe again, the two girls have to navigate what exactly this means for the bond they share.
Chamomile Christmas (words: 3k) In which Robin meets Nancy in a coffee shop on Christmas Eve.
The perfect girl for you (words: 9k) In which Wayne sets up Robin with Nancy, but things aren’t going as smoothly as Robin had hoped.
And suddenly we’re Thelma and Louise (words: 9k) In which Robin and Nancy make a roadtrip from Boston to Mexico, guided by a list of things Nancy feels like she missed out on during her college years.
The art of kissing a girl (That’s what friends are for, right?) (words: 4k) In which Nancy helps Robin prepare for a date with Vickie by giving her some kissing lessons.
Others:
I owe you nothing, I owe you my life (WIP) In which Eddie finds out that Karen Wheeler is his mother.
My life in the lines of your hand (words: 17k) In which the soft romance of my most beloved rarepair Wayne Munson and Scott Clarke gets explored through a series of defining moments for them.
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Hello :3 I have a silly little Price idea thing so I'm sharing with you
Just imagining him as a dad and his kid wants to do his hair,makeup and nails yk. He ofc allows them even though he looks absolutely ridiculous afterwards
But like say some of the 141 are hanging out at Prices home and his kid wants to do his makeup like usual. He is giving everyone the biggest death glare because they can not keep their laughter in. Like Ghost probably is but Soap and Gaz??? Giggling because their captain has bright sparkly pink lipstick on with messy eyeshadow and ribbons in his hair
But then Price offers them up for makeovers and then all three of them look silly (Ghost probably was excluded bc of the mask but I'm sure he got some ribbons or smth)
I probably didn't word it the best but hh father Price is so silly and I love fhe idea of the taskforce being like weird uncles or older brothers in a way
Sugar first of all you worded it perfectly!!! Second of all I absolutely love this bc I know price would do anything and everything for his kid
He’d walk into the office with black nail polish and the rest of 141 are like ?? And price is just like aiden wanted to try something new and shrugs will let his hair grow out during leave so his kid can braid it or he’ll watch a movie with his kids along with the 293873 stuffed toys they keep bc u know Teddy also wants to watch movies
Soap is all like ouch I’m tender headed take it easy little man when price’s kid tries to braid his hair
Gaz genuinely being impressed by the kids make up skills or nail art skills “how did you learn this???”
Ghost will happily put on wigs and hats bc “he’s already got one mask on, putting on another won’t do any harm right Simon?”
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