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wlntrsldler · 12 hours
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If the boys played “never have I ever” in an interview, what would be revealed to the public?
I SPRINTED TO MY COMPUTER
here's the transcript of poisoned mercury's buzzfeed interview where they played never have i ever as part of their press tour to promote their new album:
interviewer: thank you guys for coming!
luke *smiling while he fixes his mic*: thanks for having us :) we were just talking about how we used to do buzzfeed quizzes when we were younger.
travis: there were many days where we'd be in luke's house back in connecticut and completely forget that we were supposed to be rehearsing because we got caught up trying to figure out which inside out emotion we were.
interviewer: well, i'm glad to hear it because today we're gonna play a game of 'never have i ever.'
chris: unrelated but i fucking love that show. team paxton for life.
luke: dude no. ben is clearly the right choice.
connor: ok mr. enemies to lovers, of course you'd say that.
luke: shut up???!
travis: i think if we took the inside out quiz again right now, i'd get disgust because that's how i feel being in a band with two idiots who are so in love with their girlfriends.
connor: swear to god if i hear another "no you hang up first," from either one of you *looks at chris and luke* i'm blowing my brains out.
interviewer looks around the room, trying to ask the producers what she should do. the video editors are already stressing because they know they have to bleep out a lot of the words the boys are using.
interviewer: .... so let's start with the first question. never have i ever gone skinny dipping.
chris: fuck, how did you get all of us on the first question?
connor: yeah we've gone skinny dipping a few times, but the most recent was last summer. mama c-- shoutout mama c, we love you!
luke: yeah, we love you mama!
connor: she put all of us on timeout and we spent the entire summer at a music camp and on our last night, we all went skinny dipping at the lake with our roommates.
luke: oh shit, i forgot about that. those were good times. *looks at chris* i miss camp bro.
chris: me too.
travis *stares deadpan into the camera*: do you see what we have to deal with?
interviewer: never have i ever had a crush on a friend's sibling.
travis: guilty.
chris *turns his head so fast*: given that you're related to connor and luke is an only child, you better be talking about a non-band friend.
travis *shrugging*: your older sister is hot, rodriguez.
chris: stay away from my sister.
luke *looks at the interviewer with wide eyes*: next question or you'll have a video to submit to worldstar.
interviewer: oh! uh, okay-- never have i ever accidentally posted something to my main account instead of my private or close friends one.
connor *cracking up*: castellan, wanna take this one?
luke *blushing*: this feels like a targeted question because we know the infamous video of me with the handsome squidward filter on (the hozier incident) that was supposed to go on my close friends story! i was so embarrassed. to be clear, i was JOKING. i don't actually flirt like that.
travis: i've seen you flirt with y/n, and you in the squidward video had more game than you normally do.
luke *teasing because he knows travis does not want a relationship*: and yet who's single between the two of us?
connor: oh he got you there.
travis: y/n, if you're watching this, you deserve better. he's a loser. i have better friends i can set you up with.
luke: five star, if you're watching this, you're stuck with me. there's no going back.
interviewer: never have i ever had a song written about me.
chris: this is a great pivot to promote our sophomore album's lead single, "kiss her you fool!" we wrote this song about our front man, luke, here. our second album "optimism don't come easy (unless it's with you)" is out now.
interviewer: i love that shameless self-promo.
connor: i think we as a band can benefit from having some shame, but thank you.
chris *turns to luke*: this will also come as a shock to you, but there's another song out in the world that's kinda about you.
luke: huh? which one?
travis: quinnie, remember her? she was in cabin 7. she wrote the bulk of it, but y/n actually gave her the idea. chris and connor helped her with instrumentals and the song is sick.
connor: it was amazing. quinnie is so talented. if you guys haven't heard her music, i highly, highly recommend it. the song we're talking about is called touch tank. you guys should check it out.
chris: agreed. she's also just a fucking cool person. she's one of our closest friends in the industry.
travis *making a heart with his hands*: we love you, quinnie!
interviewer: okay, final question since we're running out of time. never have i ever gone on a world tour for my band's second album.
luke *laughs*: i see what you did there. that was good.
connor: we are soooooo excited to announce that we're going back on tour! this summer, we'll be seeing all your beautiful faces again. tickets go on sale this friday! we hope to see you there!
luke: check out our band's twitter for more information on how to get tickets and to see if we'll be coming to a city near you.
chris: we miss seeing you guys!
travis: see you guys so soon! we love you!
interviewer: that's all the time we have for today. thank you guys so much. it was a pleasure!
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acacia-may · 1 day
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Can I ask what are your favourite Black Clover OC x CC ships from your mutuals? Ignore this ask if it's too much romance for you 😅
Hi there, Anon-friend! Thank you for the ask! There are a lot of really nice and well thought out OC x CC pairings in the Black Clover fandom, and I certainly have a lot of respect for everyone who takes the time, passion, and inspiration to make these OCs and their ships. Even though I'm not usually that into shipping (despite what the past few days of ship specific content on this blog might seem to imply), I have definitely enjoyed many Black Clover OC x CC pairings in the fandom, but from my Tumblr mutuals specifically, I think I've actually talked about most of my favorites as part of this ask game already. 😊
The only one of my all-time favorites that come to mind that's missing is @delicious-donna/@delirious-donna's Alina x Magna from Chasing the Sparks (AO3 Link) which is another that's probably just permanently part of my personal canon now. I personally find it very compelling because I think they're very well suited for each other. Alina is kind of this gentle and steady constant in the chaos of Magna’s life and Magna’s enthusiasm and loyalty really encourages her to build confidence and believe in herself and her abilities. They really bring out the best in each other, and it's very, very sweet. I also just adore Alina as a character (and not just because she's Finral and Langris's cousin though that is just a major bonus and I loved getting to write about their platonic cousin relationship in the story Donna requested, "Melting Snowman," and in a really fun collaboration project that unfortunately never got finished). But yes, they are wonderful and definitely an all-time favorite of mine. 💖
In terms of my other personal favorites from my Tumblr moots that I've already talked about, I'll just list them and link to the posts where I rambled about them already:
@loosesodamarble's Nacht x Josele (discussed here)
@lyranova's William x Zera (discussed here)
@thoughtfullyrainynightmare's Fuegoleon x Solara (discussed here)
@kalolasfantasyworld's Nozel x Helena (and I also really enjoy Gabriel x Vanessa, both of which are discussed in this post)
And a shout out to a new (and unexpected) favorite, @vilandel's Solid x Rosette which I just discovered during this ask game but definitely really enjoyed and rambled about here.
All of that said, shipping is very subjective and really based on very personal feelings, opinions, and preferences, as well as headcanons and perceptions of the characters. These are just the pairings that are my cup of tea and personally really compelling to me. I also only included pairings from my Tumblr moots. There are ships from friends from other places and a few from some relative strangers that I've seen floating around that I enjoy, but these are definitely my favorites from my Tumblr friends and pairings that I really think of as part of my personal canon for Black Clover and the characters' futures. Thanks for asking! 💕
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astonmartinii · 7 days
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it must be a sign | oscar piastri social media au
pairing: oscar piastri x fem deaf! red bull engineer!reader
when the two most unbothered people in the paddock combine their joint powers to be the it couple
request sent by the lovely @bibissparkles xx
author's note: heyyy so many of you won't know but i am actually deaf - i am 50% deaf in both ears and wear hearing aids so i love requests like this! (all i do most of this stuff as a deaf person, turning off your hearing aids >)
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yourusername: you can't complain about the dutch national anthem when you can just turn your hearing aids off
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user1: the way max's engineer is as sick of that damn song as us
user2: turning off her hearing aids makes how bored she looks during podiums make sense
yourusername: it was a banger during the mercedes dominance but would it kill someone to play the australian anthem
danielricciardo: i knew you missed me
yourusername: sure, jan.
user3: her and max signing slay to each other will always be so personal to me
maxverstappen1: gonna pretend you didn't just say that
yourusername: boo hoo babe, you gotta lose something sometimes
user4: babe? are the flowers from max?
maxverstappen1: would rather choke on my own spit and fall into a pit of snakes, hope this helps ❤️
yourusername: rude! i wouldn't want flowers from you either :(
user5: i swear we get into this argument every weekend, i think people will still assume they're together until their married to other people
liamlawson30: stop using me as a messenger pigeon please and thank you
yourusername: but i thought red bull gave you wings?
liamlawson30: do not use a pr answer against me 🤨
yourusername: no comment
liamlawson30: choke.
yourusername: idk what's going on in the red bull junior academy but spit in helmut's coffee not mine
user6: y/n consistently giving all the red bull guys shit is my favourite thing ever
user7: the amount of times the sky broadcast has caught her waving them off or taking her hearing aids out lol
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oscarpiastri: switched four tyres for two this weekend
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user11: you can't distract us with your slutty bike pics WHO THE FUCK IS THAT
landonorris: A WOMAN? A WOMAN? IS THAT A WOMAN OSCAR JACK PIASTRI?
oscarpiastri: yeah i'm pretty sure
landonorris: don't play smart with me buster - why was i not informed?
oscarpiastri: i don't ask to be informed of every time you get rejected in the instagram dms
landonorris: FAKE NEWS
oscarpiastri: okay buddy
user12: i be seeing the sign language book, oscar you are so real for that
user13: that's my king, i need a oscar and y/n link up in the paddock - my unbothered queens
user14: she's in the likes !!!!!!
logansargent: oh we've entered the soft launch phase i see
oscarpiastri: and what?
logansargent: someone is feeling defensive this morning, dude i won't tell i've already kept it a secret for so long
landonorris: HE KNOWS? DOES BEING YOUR TEAMMATE MEAN NOTHING?
oscarpiastri: he's my childhood best friend?
logansargent: there's levels to this game norris
landonorris: @oscarpiastri consider yourself UNDER SURVEILLANCE
oscarpiastri: okay girly
user15: oscar has the patience of a saint, the mystery gal may want to rethink it before having to deal with them all
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yourusername: unrelaxed, unbothered, moisturised ✨
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user18: queen SHIT THAT AIN'T SHIT
user19: but this mystery man IS
maxverstappen1: yeah sorry about that... but at least boyfy has made his instagram debut?
yourusername: about time, he's too sexy to gatekeep
maxverstappen1: well i'm not going to agree out of respect for you
yourusername: so you don't think he's sexy? i might not be able to hear but HE CAN MAX BE NICE
maxverstappen1: first of all it's a text, second of all i've been way too nice to him
yourusername: he beat you in padel fair and square you're just SHIT AT IT ❤️
maxverstappen1: you know that's a sore subject WHY WOULD YOU BRING IT UP
user20: my queen was really like you wanna tell me to fuck off? oh here's my sexy boyfriend
user21: jos verstappen really didn't know who he was tangling with that gal may be chill but she doesn't take shit
user22: she's like a female version of oscar lol
user23: i knew there was a reason i liked her
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danielricciardo: why am i left out of everything these days?
yourusername: snooze you lose
danielricciardo: I AM AWAKE REPLY TO MY TEXTS
danielricciardo: I JUST SAW YOU PUT YOUR PHONE ON DO NOT DISTURB
yourusername: protecting my peace
danielricciardo: i'm on to you buster
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oscarpiastri: overjoyed to get my first (proper) win in formula one and even more overjoyed to have my amazing girlfriend (and even better engineer) up on the podium with me
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user27: so this was the special occasion?
user28: so this is why she said she wanted the australian national anthem over the dutch one?
user29: this is now my roman empire
yourusername: babe is so fucking good and i'm so fucking proud
oscarpiastri: i'm so glad to have been able to share this moment with you
yourusername: you deserve this and more, i love you
oscarpiastri: i love you too xx
user30: wait so oscar knows so much more sign language than i thought
user31: he looked so excited and even mark knows some
logansargent: he forced (we were happy to do so) me, mark and his family to learn as soon as he secured the date lol
oscarpiastri: and now we're all so cool because of it
logansargent: cool and able to chat shit without people knowing what we're saying
yourusername: best bit about it tbf (everyone please learn, it's a beautiful language)
landonorris: I KNEW IT
oscarpiastri: no you didn't
landonorris: no i didn't :( i'm hurt
oscarpiastri: if it's any consolation, we didn't tell many people, max and logan are exceptions
landonorris: WHY WAS I NOT AN EXCEPTION???
yourusername: boo hoo
landonorris: i'm not gonna say anything back to that you kinda scare me
yourusername: good ❤️
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yourusername: me and a racewinner (and our world champion third wheel)
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user32: fave trio in the paddock no competition
logansargent: logan erasure
yourusername: we love you logan, sunday roast at mine this weekend ❤️
logansargent: SCORE
user33: every time you post there's a new plushie
yourusername: we usually get one to commemorate a big weekend and we both got one for osc's first win
user34: that's so FUCKING CUTE
oscarpiastri: it's all fun and games until you don't fit in the bed because y/n feels too bad to put any of them on the floor
yourusername: they have FEELINGS OSCAR
oscarpiastri: she cried one time when max set off the smoke alarm cooking breakfast and the bed alarm shook so bad that all of them were thrown to the floor
yourusername: it was HARROWING but it also did wake me up so at least we know it works
maxverstappen1: actually my favourite couple to third wheel, but enjoy it while it's here osc, i won't lose again
yourusername: yeah sorry osc it's actually my job to help max win so you're gonna have to wait for him to retire if i have anything to do with it
oscarpiastri: not even for me :(
yourusername: sorry not sorry (i'm really sorry, i love you so much)
oscarpiastri: i love you too even if you won't sabotage max for my race :(
maxverstappen1: okay i know i said you guys are cute but that's enough for today
yourusername: we ARE cute thank you
oscarpiastri: the CUTEST
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fin.
note: heheheheh i hope you enjoyed this, i love requests like this xx also on the comment about the bed alarm i had one in uni halls and when the alarm went off that baby SHOOK it was kinda scary
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Caught In It - LN
Summary: Lando is gaming and misses his girlfriend's calls for a ride when Monaco gets washed in a rainstorm
No part 2 requests please
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Y/n initially thought she could just wait it out, but it just got heavier. And according to the weather app, it wouldn't be done by the end of the day and he boyfriend who literally drives for a living, isn't picking up his damn phone to come pick her up.
A groan passes her lips as she prepares herself to make the walk home. On the bright side, Monaco isn't a huge place. So walking around isn't the most impossible task. But in torrential rain like seems to be hitting Monte Carlo. She is struggling hard.
It takes about 2 minutes for her to be soaked to the the skin.
Her body is trembling and shuddering with the cold since it's February and still so damn cold. Admittedly she may have been underdressed but Lando had given her a lift down and promised to pick her up when she called.
Now he's ignoring his phone, likely just caught up in something which would be completely fine, any other day. But right now she can practically feel the illness that slowly creeping up on her.
It only takes her 15 minutes but she's get back and groans.
"Baby?!" Lando calls out making her grumble before walking into the gaming room and the moment Lando looks at her, he can't even stop himself from laughing. "Baby...Oh god....baby, what happened? Why didn't you call me?"
"I did call you! Several times." Y/n shouts, not really that mad though it might only appear that she's not as mad because she shivering so much.
"Uh oh, someone's in trouble." Ginge comments through his headset while y/n marches off ready to burn herself in the shower to warm up.
"Oh baby, I'm sorry. Hold on-wait, come back."
"No! I'm cold, I'm wet and I'm mad at you!" Y/n exclaims without even considering turning back.
"Did she just say she's wet and mad at you?" Ginge asks since Lando's mic only picked up the end of her sentence. "Here, mate. You should-"
"Shut up. I think she got caught in a storm...and I ignored my phone." Lando groans still laughing a little. "Yeah, I should probably go. She's mad mad at me."
"She got caught in a storm? Mate, you'll be grovelling." Max laughs hearing Lando grumble.
"Yeah, ok, bye boys." Lando sighs quickly ending the stream once they've said goodbye. He steps to find a long puddle, presumably from his girlfriend leading to the bathroom where he can hear the shower is running.
So wanting to be helpful, he cleans up the water from her walking in in and eventually opens the bathroom door sighing as he looks at her under the water but she's already glaring at him with her arms cross by the time he's close enough to pout at her.
"I'm sorry baby." He tries but she huffs turning away while he sighs. "Are you warming up?"
"Yes."
At least she's talking to him. But in her defence of being upset. He'd probably be pretty upset too.
It's another 5 minutes before she finally turns back to him, looking at him for a moment as he holds as towel out for her.
"Come on, baby. I've got some grovelling to do." Lando smiles as she steps out and accepts being wrapped in the towel. "I didn't realise I'd bene ignoring my phone."
"It's ok." It's not, and she's ok saying it is because he seems genuinely sorry for it.
Lando ends up cuddling her for the rest of the day and somewhat waiting on her hand and foot, not even to her request. Half of the time she's about to get up and do something herself, only for Lando insist he get it or do whatever she was about to do.
Now usually Lando isn't a man who easily feels guilty, but his girlfriend is somewhat easy to sickness.
The trouble came the next day when Lando woke up drenched in sweat, not his sweat. But his burning girlfriend's was stuck in his arms. She's almost been sleeping too well.
"Oh baby." Lando sighs shifting away and knocking her from her fever induced sleep. "We need to cool you down."
"No. I don't want to be cold." Y/n whines nuzzling down into the bed.
"You've got a fever baby. We need to cool you down. I'm sorry." Lando sighs then standing up and trying to peel back the blankets from her.
He's not always the most responsible or domestic of boyfriend's, he'll be the first to admit that but he knows when to step up and take on the more nurturing role between them. Though he calls his mum for some advice on how to bring a fever down.
"Make sure you keep her hydrated too. If you can move her out of the bed and clean up the sheets, she'll probably thank you for that too."
"Ok. Alright. I think I got it. Thanks, mum."
"She'll be fine. Don't panic."
"I'm not panicking...I just don't like seeing her so sick." Lando murmurs while the woman hums at him. "I'll call you if I need more help."
"Be patient with her, the fever won't break immediately."
So he manages to move y/n to the sofa, putting a cool wet towel draped around her neck, much to her vocalised displeasure.
"Baby, can you take these?" Lando asks offering some ibuprofen as instructed by his mum, apparently it helps to try and break the fever. Though he was told to be patient, he still wants to move the process along as fast as possible.
"You're cute." Y/n mumbles as he sits behind her once she's sat up, just so he can support her sitting up. "You don't have to spend your day taking care of me. You have things to do."
"I do and at the top of the list is taking care of you." Lando states as he holds the glass of water for her and tips it so she can take a couple gulps to swallow the tablets back while she only struggles to swallow a little when smiling. "This is my fault anyway, you wouldn't be sick if I'd heard my phone."
While Lando might be feeling guilty and slightly panicking, y/n is sort of loving the attention even if she feels like she's been hit by a bus, maybe a slow moving bus, but a bus never the less.
"I'm going to take care of you-and never ever ever let you walk home in the rain again." Lando declares making her hum and lean her head onto his shoulder. "You still feel so hot."
"Sorry."
"No-don't apologise, baby. I just...I wish there was some faster way to make you feel better." Lando mumbles giving away his guilt.
"Hey, I'm fine. It's just a fever. It's not like I'm coughing a lung up. You know how over dramatically my body likes to react to being ill." Y/n states quickly. "Anyway, you're the best nurse I've had...well not counting my mum but I think that's a mum thing."
"Yeah well this is advice from my mum on how to take care of you. Anything that doesn't work, I'll blame her." Lando jokes knowing y/n would never allow for him to actually try to place any blame on Cisca.
"Shut up." Y/n laughs shaking her head before moving so she can lie across his lap. "I know I'm hot, but I genuinely feel so cold."
"I'm sorry, baby but you are burning up still." Lando sighs while feeling the damp towel which has warmed up thanks to her scalding heat.
"No, please. I know what you're thinking." Y/n whimpers before she looks at him for a moment and the two have a bit of a stare down. "Fine."
"Good girl."
Y/n groans when Lando pulls the towel from around her neck and moves to just get an entirely different towel since she has been sweating on that one and he doesn't want to put a dirty towel back on her.
"Fuck me, Lando. That's freezing." Y/n gasps when he places the towel on her and admittedly he may have made it ever so slightly colder than the previous one.
"Sorry, but I just want to try and cool you down more."
Lando ends up playing nurse for a few days and while he hates seeing her ill, he does sort of love the feeling of being needed and clung to. The illness did development into a cold and cough on the second day which added to her woes.
Even after her fever breaks, she feels kind of shitty and Lando has some beautiful moments from a stream which she had initially told him to take part in then ended up climbing onto his lap and watching him from her spot with lazy eyes and sniffles. Sort of just relishing in Lando's body warmth against her own.
"She's alright, guys. Just still in recovery mode from me being a bad boyfriend the other day." Lando laughs when noticing his chat have been commenting about her looking completely out of it.
"Yeah, I'm good." She nods smiling when she feels Lando kiss her hair through her hair.
Taglist: @namgification @hiireadstuff @jsjcue @geniusalpaca @itsjustkhaos @llando4norris
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lordperceval-16 · 7 months
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I Think There's Been a Glitch
Y/N and Lando, Mclaren teammates, and now roomates as well while your apartment goes through renovation during winter break.
Part 1 of an idea I had while dancing around my room to Taylor
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Lando x Fem!Reader
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Landonorris rude?? I cooked you dinner? Also, is there a reason for your feet being on the COUNTER?
Yourusername I've seen bowls left in here for over 3 days my feet are probably the cleanest thing in this apartment
Landofan omg the shade 💀
Danielriccardo I'd have provided much better hospitality just saying
Yourusername third wheeling with you and Heidi would make it a 6/10 no offence guys
Y/N_stan I love her humour so much we stan a savage queen 💁‍♀️
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Lando_fan dying at the fact that we've probably seen more of him in the last 36hrs by watching Twitch than she has and she LIVES WITH HIM😂
Y/Nsuperstan omg girl just admit you're in love with him already
Landonorris yeah Y/N just admit I'm the man of your dreams
Yourusername oh my god do you even hear yourself? The delulu is real
Y/Nsuperstan omfg this is happening UNDER MY COMMENT AHABZBSHAJWIISBS I AM UNWELL
Landonorris oh my god you're so dramatic you literally came in to take this picture
Yourusername the world deserved to know what a shitty host you are I don't make the rules 🤷🏼‍♀️
Mclaren_0409 that AirBnB rating about to drop to 6/10 if he's not careful
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sporadicbeans82 · 8 days
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Playing Games || Misa Rodríguez
Request: “Misa.; 'Aww, is something wrong?'; Make it spicy plz.”
Warnings: Smutty, swearing, grinding, enemies to lovers with a bit of queer pining to top it all off (hehe, top... which the Reader is not, get it?)
Word count: 4.2k words
A/N: So sorry, I accidentally deleted the request! I loved writing this and got a little carried away. I hope that this is alright! Please feel free to send anymore requests as I've got no idea what to write next, preferably little prompts so that I can get back into writing :)
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The pressure and frustration was mounting with every second that ticked by. You’d been forced to practice penalties and had been doing so for the last half hour. With each penalty that went by, you yearned to cry out to the world that you quit football and were going to become an accountant. 
The majority of your balls sank into the net as they were supposed to. However, the only shots you could pay attention to were the ones that sailed just wide of the goalposts, or clanged against metal in a way that had you cringing. Even worse, when the goalkeeper who you despised would save them, getting up from the save to gloat with a smirk that you wanted oh-so-badly to smack off of her incredibly attractive, self-righteous face. 
“Oh are you fucking kidding me?!” You couldn’t help but cry out as the Real Madrid Keeper dove to the correct side, both hands outstretched to block the ball. You sighed, arms falling down at your sides as Misa stood back up, smirking at you.
You fucking hated that smirk. So much. The other girl made even the simple act of rolling the ball back towards you to kick again look cocky.
Usually, you would have been able to keep your comments to yourself. However, the specific events that had led up to you practicing more penalty kicks than you could have counted had already aggravated you. You’d been the only one to miss your penalty in your last match, causing your team to lose. 
You’d been devastated, and so had your teammates. Of course, everyone knew that the game was won as a team, but that didn’t make it any easier when you were the final decision maker. It had all fallen onto you, and when the pressure had mounted, you had failed. You’d since been condemned to practicing penalties until you could make a certain amount without having them all blocked by Misa. 
You’d been at it for what felt like hours, kicking the ball again and again at the net. The cursed goalkeeper herself was having one hell of a time blocking your shots at one moment and teasing you in the next. It was hot and your nerves felt like they were melting beneath your skin. 
You were pissed off, but managed to muffle your words so that you didn’t shout your insults into the skies for all to hear.
Instead, you murmured to yourself, hoping the way you grumbled wouldn’t be heard by the rest of your teammates, the majority of whom did not speak the language well enough to translate your quiet, quick complaints. 
It would have worked, had you not had a certain Australian right behind you. 
“What was that, Stripes?” You heard Hailey Raso say, and froze before you turned around slowly. 
You knew Raso wasn’t keen on keeping your secret, the glimmer in her eye one of utter fuckery as she smiled a little bit. “Would you like to share with the group? Secrets, secrets are no fun…” 
Raso chastised, speaking louder than normal and catching the attention of the particular goalkeeper who you’d just called some choice names beneath your breath. Misa cocked her head to the side, and you tried arduously not to blush at the sudden attention on you.
“Why did we stop?” Misa called out to the two of you, her gaze solely on you despite addressing both you and Raso. She was stepping closer, almost pushing the point where she was too close for comfort. 
Not that you were uncomfortable, but it was hard to remain professional when the girl who’d been a pain in your ass for the month that you’d been in Madrid was standing so close and looking, admittedly… very attractive. You hated to admit it, but even at her most frustrating you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to slap Misa or kiss her. 
In your distraction, you didn’t notice that your teammates were waiting for you to speak. Raso smirked again, watching as you stared dazedly at Misa, quite obviously zoned out. Misa cocked her head to the side again, mouth curving a little bit as she observed you.
The entirety of the Real Madrid team could see the tension between you and Misa, although they weren’t quite sure what it was…
Your first match with the team, several months ago, had been the first time you’d argued with Misa. Your team had won, but it had been very close with a team that you should have blown out of the water. You shouldn’t have been tied with one point each going into three minutes of injury time. You should have been up by four goals, and one of those goals should have been your own. 
You hadn’t been able to score, despite your many attempts at goal. Your failure to complete what you’d been brought on the team to do had made you frustrated. 
After the game, in the locker room, Misa had made some comment about how you should have scored at least once. It was stupid, and meant as a joke. The team had won, and that was all that mattered. Perhaps, you would have laughed it off, if the game hadn’t been so close and it hadn’t been your first one with the team. Your expectations had been high of yourself, and your failure to meet them had you feeling incredibly angry. 
The comment had been poorly timed, brought up in the heat of the moment. Misa was like that, sometimes rough around the edges– blunt and funny. She thought that you would laugh off the joke, but you hadn’t. Misa hadn’t expected you to take it quite as you had. 
You’d pushed her in the chest with both hands, speaking loudly and strongly– almost so fast that she lost the meaning to your angry sentences. She did, however, manage to catch one sentence in particular– “Me?! Me– I should have scored? Maybe you should have fucking saved a ball, yeah?”
You’d been tugged away by another recent transfer in Hayley Raso, while Misa had been comforted by Olga Carmona. Your teammates had hoped that that would be the end of your issues with each other, but it had only been the beginning. 
Since that day, you and Misa had quick, fiery arguments at least once or twice a day. Once in a while, it would turn to full-blown shouting matches, although the two of you never physically pushed the other again. 
It wasn’t professional, and you were fully aware of that. In fact, you were pretty sure you were due for a dressing down sometime soon for your behaviors, but you couldn’t just… not argue with Misa. When she said something, you had to oppose it– Misa would go left, and you would go right. Misa could say that the day was cold, and you’d argue that it was warm (and it was! You were from The United States, for fuck’s sake. Spain had nothing on the temperatures there!)
You two had been at odds with each other for so long that a regular relationship felt… unattainable, now. Besides, Misa was… very gorgeous when she was angry. Her cheeks would get red, and her face would pout while her muscles flexed, her entire body put into the words she would shout at you. 
Maybe you argued with her because it was the only way you knew to get her attention, but that's besides the point. 
You were brought back to the present as Raso spoke for you, seemingly egging you on with her accented words, “Oh, Stripes just had a few… choice words for you, Misa.” 
Stripes. Your nickname, usually one that drove you crazy, as it came from the fact that you were the only American on the team. It wasn’t even that creative, but the name was, admittedly, growing on you. Besides, there were worse things to be called, namely some of the things that came from Misa’s mouth. 
Raso seemed to trail off, and you finally managed to break away from the goalkeeper’s intense gaze to glare at the Australian. Raso just grinned, but your gaze was broken once again as someone reached out and placed a firm hand on your shoulder. 
Misa had noticed how angry you’d been getting throughout the training session. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that she was much of the reason for your frustration, having been antagonizing you for the better part of the penalties you’d been taking. Your lips were puckered into a frown and your eyes were narrowed at the Spanish goalkeeper. Unable to contain herself, Misa gave you a wolfish grin.
“Aww, is something wrong?” She knew full well that something was the matter. Her accented voice lilting over the words in a way that she knew  would piss you off. “Qué dijiste? What did you say? Secrets… are not fun.” 
Misa couldn’t help it, prodding at you further as you practically melted under the feeling of her hand on your shoulder. You didn’t know why the contact had set you off, and perhaps it was because you wanted to let off the steam that you’d been holding onto ever since your last match.
You slapped Misa's hand harshly, admittedly probably a little harder than you’d actually intended as the noise seemed to echo in your ears. Misa hissed, taking her hand off of you immediately and stepping back, calling you a choice name of her own.
“¿Por que? What is your problem conmigo?” Misa assaulted you with a battering of broken English, and you were able to fill in the blanks quite well with your own spatter of broken Spanish. Honestly, your arguments may have been even more effective than the lessons you had to take three times a week with a trained specialist. 
“Contigo? My problem? No. La pregunta es ‘what the fuck is your problem conmigo’, Misa. I don’t remember ever having done anything to you, and yet all you can do is shout and grunt and be rude all the damn time. It’s a wonder anybody on this team likes you when all you do is complain about our performances 24/7!” 
You were mocking her, now, stepping forward into the girl’s personal space until you were nearly chest to chest. Despite having to look up at the woman, you weren’t intimidated. You’d always been somewhat of a spitfire, acquiring a number of yellow cards on the field for dissent. You weren’t afraid to make your opinions known, and to be loud about them, as it was how you were raised. 
Misa didn’t back up from your challenge. Instead, she seemed to step into it, glaring down at you as she barked at you in rapid fire Spanish. You only understood the swear words, as they were the ones that you’d been taught by a very cheeky Linda Caicedo only a day after you’d met her. 
The good thing about knowing these swear words, however, was that you could throw them right back at the Spanish goalkeeper. 
Soon enough, the two of you were shouting at each other even more. As always, most of Misa’s words were lost somewhere in translation. It didn’t matter, though. Her tone and the way at which she gestured her arms up and down, the exasperated and harsh expression on her face conveying so much more than words ever could.
You told yourself, at least, that you didn’t care. You didn’t notice the way that her brown eyes narrowed. You pretended like you weren’t watching her hands struggling to free themselves of her keeper’s gloves as she continued to shout at you, pressing ever closer to the point where your chests were brushing. 
You pretended like the heat rising to your face was out of anger, not out of… something else. 
You raised your hands to shove her away, but she didn’t bat an eye, once again stepping into the physical challenge. She barely stumbled, pressing back at you.
“Cuál es tu problema?! Joder-” You knew this one, and shoved at her again. You knew that this entire thing was incredibly immature, that your teammates were observing possibly the most ferocious and childish fight that the two of you had had since you’d signed for the team. 
But you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to care. You were pissed off beyond comprehension, the long standing feud between you and the goalkeeper seemingly having pushed you far past your normal amount of anger. On top of that, you were hot and sweaty from being forced to kick penalties because you’d failed and you’d failed so badly that it had cost your team the match. 
Misa was screaming at you, and you could hear someone blowing their whistle, and you presumed it was a coach or someone on the training staff. However, before someone could wrap their arms around your upper arms and tug you away from the argument, you were spinning around.
Incredibly overwhelmed, you sprinted away from the scene with a cry of frustration. Before anybody could stop you, you were making your way towards the locker rooms, almost beyond the point of needing a break. 
You were gone before Misa could finish her next sentence. The keeper hesitated, taking a look around, before she made a move to run after you.
“Misa- espera.” She heard one of her teammates say, their voice whispering past her ear. However, she was suddenly hellbent on continuing this conversation with you. 
Sure, she was angry, but there was something more than that. She’d seen the exhaustion in your shoulders, and the way that you’d pushed at her in all the ways that you’d learned in the last few months on the team to get a reaction out of Misa. She noticed, and she wanted to know what you wanted from her. 
She didn’t know where it had all gone wrong. Well, that wasn’t true. She did, and she specifically remembered her comment that had set you off. She hadn’t meant anything bad, had simply been trying to cheer you up in a way that would cheer her up. Only, you’d reacted… badly, and the two of you had seemed to be at odds ever since.
She’d long given up any hope she had of being friends with you, or anything more that she’d hoped for when she’d first set eyes on you. She remembered the day that you’d walked into practice, somewhat meek beneath the eyes of all of your new teammates. 
You hadn’t spoken a lick of Spanish, save for some of the swear words which Linda had apparently taught you the second that she could. She’d fallen in love with the passion you’d shown the moment you’d stepped onto the pitch, determined to win in every aspect of your game.
It was a passion akin to her own, and you had rekindled the flames within Misa that she’d thought she’d lost long ago. She’d suddenly felt rejuvenated, like her team at Real Madrid had a sincere chance of winning something for once. You could knock goals past the goalkeeper faster than they could knock goals past Misa, and all Misa needed to do was block those goals. 
She knew she was in love, but she also knew that she’d given up the right to love you the second that she’d made you upset after that first game. 
Misa couldn’t allow herself to watch you walk away from her now, though. She had to make sure that you were okay, at the very least, or to apologize. Despite having given up hope, she still felt like… she stood a chance of being acquaintances with you, if nothing else. 
Misa opened the door to the locker room, but was unable to catch a glimpse of your familiar figure anywhere. She peeked into the showers, and found that you weren’t there, either. 
That is, until she heard something fall. She turned, and saw you standing by the sinks. You were hidden in the shadows, and Misa had been so distracted with finding you that she’d… missed you.
You were glaring daggers at you, so much so that Misa feared that she’d be dead if looks could kill. 
“What… are you doing here?” Your voice was equally as hostile as your gaze, and Misa almost flinched with the intensity of your tone. 
“Yo?” Misa asked, and you nodded. You made a gesture with both hands for her to continue to explain, as if her very presence was a pain in your ass. Which it was. 
“Yes, you. Que… fuck!” Misa made a move towards you, as if to try to calm you down.
You were obviously frustrated– with Misa and your inability to communicate in the same language. You pushed your arm out, though, catching the palm of your hand on Misa’s firm stomach. “Sí. What. The fuck. Are you doing. Here?”
You found it hard to speak, the words spewing out between clenched teeth. It was difficult to concentrate with the girls’ abdominal muscles pressing against the skin of your hand, and your mind wandered. Only briefly, you pondered how it would feel without her jersey to cover the soft skin there. 
Misa frowned, shaking her head, “Necesitamos hablar. We need to talk.”
You tilted your head, as if to ask her to continue, and Misa began.
“No… I don’t know where I went wrong. I never meant to offend you, I was- I tried to cheer you up.” For a second, you paused. It took a moment for you to catch up with her words, realizing that she was apologizing for what she’d said after the first match.
Having always been feisty and unapologetic, especially on the field. It was something which had originally drawn you to her, before you’d even arrived in Madrid. You hadn’t even known that Misa had the ability to apologize. 
However, the way in which Misa was looking at you, and the way that she was speaking more English than you’d ever heard her try to let you know that she was being sincere. 
A tide of emotions seemed to flood your chest. The metaphorical butterflies which everyone back at home had always seemed to talk about were fluttering away in your stomach. You swore you felt your heartbeat throbbing in your ears, so loud that you thought Misa could hear it. 
These feelings… the ones that seemed to only be reserved for the Spanish goalkeeper in front of you. You’d tried so, so hard to ignore how you’d felt in favor of holding a grudge. Never before had you thought that you’d regret that decision, but as the girl took a deep breath and her stomach pressed against your palm.
If you’d have been any less worked up from the penalties you’d had to take, and the argument you’d had with Misa. If you hadn’t been harboring conflicting feelings for months for the girl who stood pressed oh-so-deliciously against your hand. Maybe, you wouldn’t have even considered what you wanted to do. Instead, your hand ran up her stomach, wrapping itself into the front of her jersey and tugging her towards you.
You remembered the way Misa hadn’t even moved when you’d shoved her earlier, but now she shuffled forward willingly, pressing against you. You were sandwiched between her and the wall, and while you’d hated her being in your space earlier… Now? You had to stand on your tiptoes, your other hand going to cup at the nape of her neck as your lips hovered just inches away from the goalkeepers. You hesitated, still unsure if Misa really wanted to kiss you, disbelieving that the hatred she’d felt towards you could go away in just a few moments. 
However, Misa held no such hesitations. 
Her lips were gentle against yours and your eyes fluttered closed. The kiss was soft in all the right ways, impossibly so when you contrasted it with Misa’s normally rough exterior. 
A relieved sigh fell from your lips and into her mouth as you finally felt her against you. You moved against each other, your head tilting to the side as her lips caught your top lip between her own.
Her lips were soft… almost pillowy against your own. The press of her lips against yours was sensual in ways that you’d only ever dreamed of. Your heart was racing, excited and aroused and still, admittedly, a little frustrated. Only, this time you were frustrated with yourself for not doing this sooner. 
The feeling of your back pushed harshly against the wall behind you, tiles cold through the fabric which covered your torso. However, Misa’s warm body against your front sent chills down your spine. 
Your hand which had once been wrapped in the material of the girl’s jersey wandered, slowly drifting beneath the hem of her shirt in the way which you’d wondered about earlier.
You traced the muscular lines of her abdomen with your fingers, and you felt Misa push against you harder. You heard her gasp as your lips parted momentarily, the sound music to your ears as a curse fell past her lips as well. The girl was out of breath, pressing even further against you.
One of her legs slid between your own, separating your legs with one of her strong thighs and you gasped at the sudden contact there.
Misa took that moment to take control of the kiss even further, one of her hands settling against the wall which you were pressed against. The other hand wandered just as yours did, playing with the hem of your shirt until you took your hand out from her shirt, trying to take her hand in your own to encourage her to just touch you. 
You would have let her do anything to you right then and there, sensing that Misa may do just that with the way her hands fell down to your hips. They were strong against you, large hands encouraging you to grind against the flexed leg which stood firm between your thighs. 
You allowed a moan to fall between your parted lips, one which was swallowed by Misa as she continued to kiss you. She was incredibly intoxicating in ways which you were convinced couldn’t be described by words– English or Spanish. Or Catalan, for that matter. 
You allowed another moan to tumble from your lips, this one higher pitched and almost… desperately winy. You were prepared to take off your shirt, your fingers curling beneath the fabric and beginning to pull upwards.
Although the two of you froze as you heard the telltale sign of your teammates coming. You heard cleats clashing harshly against concrete, coming ever closer to you and Misa in the locker room. 
“Fuck!” You cursed, the word echoed by Misa as the both of you frantically separated. Misa quickly pushed your shirt back down to its original position as you rushed to do the same to her. You quickly tugged her ponytail from her head, realizing that you’d mussed up her hair to an irreversible extent before you were shoving her towards one of the shower stalls. 
“You stink!” You joked, and Misa smirked at you, trying to tug you with her, “Ah! Ah no, no. I don’t think so. We’ll be caught!” 
You were whispering now, and Misa seemed to think better of her needs as she frowned at you. You simply raised an eyebrow at her, and Misa sighed as she shook her head.
“Vale, pero… we are not done. Tonight, are you free?” You nodded, unable to contain your smile. “My house will be… empty.” 
“No it won’t.” You promised, and you watched Misa struggle to figure out what you were saying before she, too, started grinning like a fool. Then, before your teammates had the chance to walk in on the two of you actually interacting with each other, you shut the curtain closed and spun away.
Hayley and a few others were there, and Hayley grinned at you. 
“Did you two kiss and make up?” Hayley joked, and you choked. Her brows furrowed, now, and you laughed a little bit to cover up the fact that you hadn’t realized that she’d been joking.
“No, she just went to shower.” You excused Misa, and something in Raso’s eyes told you that she knew that something was up. However, she didn’t push you as you walked past her, grabbing your own things to shower as you realized training was over.
Faintly, you registered that the others were talking, and they could have been talking to you. However, you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to actually listen, too consumed with the thoughts of tonight and all of the possibilities that it held.
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Splatoon 3: Side Order is good, but not great. I still highly recommend it, but if you care about the story, you're going to be disappointed. Quick review: spoilers ahead.
Side Order was the devs experimenting with Splatoon's gameplay loop. The campaign is a rogue-like, and it works amazingly well. Super fun, super challenging, building my deck and fighting through challenges with the stakes of resetting really scratched an itch in my brain. They did a great job with it.
Unfortunately, I feel like priority went to game design rather than story. Much of the mysterious artwork we saw in the first teaser trailer was completely unused; turns out, all of that was just concept art that never made it into the final product. Side Order failed to make me care about what was happening. I don't know why the protagonist had to be Agent 8; it could've been anyone else and the story would've worked the same.
Octo Expansion was the absolute peak of meshing story and gameplay. The campaign's hook is insanely strong; we immediately empathize with Agent 8 because we know from previous lore that octolings like her have been trapped underground for all their lives. We care about her fight to the surface because it's a fundamentally ideological fight for freedom. The plot stuff about Tartar and the Thangs is just nice set dressing; 8's fight for freedom is the real story.
There's none of that in Side Order. I don't particularly care about Marina's metaverse, even if it's tied to Octo Expansion's story. I don't know why Acht is there other than backstory stuff. It really feels like 8 is just told to do something and she does it because she's the protagonist; she has zero personal stakes or motivations in the conflict. This is a story blunder the devs did in Splatoon 3's default campaign––forgetting to give the protagonist a personal reason to fight––that I hoped would be fixed here, but alas.
What makes it worse is that the gameplay and story progression are completely out of sync. I beat the entire game on my third run in 4 hours. With each run, you get up to two keys to potentially unlock bits of story. That means you'll get about one piece of the story every two runs. There are twelve pieces of the story; I got the first and then beat the whole damn game. Now I have to go back and grind to see the remaining story when I've already beaten the final boss and resolved the conflict. I missed the entire story because I never had to reset because I blazed through the gameplay! It's just a real shame that I experienced everything without knowing... why it's happening. The final boss had me asking myself what the hell is going on because I don't know the backstory at all.
Again, I still really recommend. The devs did a great job, but Side Order remains in the shadow of Octo Expansion's incredible success. Like the default singleplayer campaign, there's just a lot of lost story potential here that, while not necessary, would have really elevated this DLC into something amazing.
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Totally love your works. I have an angst idea 😆 so fem!reader and Vox have been in a long term relationship, like during the time Alastor was gone. Now that he's back, he's become his obsession and starts to neglect reader and brushes any affection she's trying to give and receive off. When she finally tries to talk to him about how he's focusing all his energy on the radio demon, he basically goes off on her and says how it's the only thing that matters. She, feeling unimportant, leaves and it's not until he sees her things gone from their shared place that he realizes he fucked up.
Can lead to him groveling like a simp and end in fluff comfort and makeouts. Or can end there if you wanted to leave your readers in suspense if you want to do it in two parts 😈 muaha I'm evil.
RAHHHHHH!!!!
I took some time with this one because I had to cook it up with care. When I tell you Alastor and Vox's dynamic is what I BREATHE FOR-
Now add someone else to the mix on Vox's side- This is something I've been waiting to write for WEEKS-
RAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
I was going feral writing this- Anyway, enjoy your angst >:DDD
This is a two parter!!!
Vox x fem!reader
Angst!!!
"Can't Seem to Hold Me, Can't Seem to Let Him Go" Pt.1
Part 2
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It was a privilege to receive affection from Vox. Not even that, but it seemed that if it wasn’t for you, his life was boring and mundane. Nothing truly got him all excited and manic anymore, and he was starting to hate his life a little bit. He was already at the top of the game, he and the rest of the Vees were the most powerful overlords. What else was there to do around here?
But, well, all was not bad, he had you. While the power he held had a kick to it, there was nothing like the drug of rivalry. But with Alastor gone, he had to settle for the next best thing, love. Oh, it ought to be an adventure. And that drug had such a kick, oh he was obsessed with it.
And that’s where you came into the picture, he met you at a nightclub. So pretty and talented, just the kind of people he loved to surround himself by, just what he wanted, just what he craved… And you kept him as entertained as he needed to be. To the point that he felt like perhaps he was sort of falling in love with you. Oh, how the bliss of forgetting his fights of the past with a pretty woman. He’d allowed his heart the validation it needed and he figured if someone loved him as deeply as you did, truly everyone loved him.
Of course, he still had to balance Velvette and Valentino, but that was the mundane part of his power-hungry scheme. The mixture, of your attention and doting intertwined with his total control of the population… oh he was living the life… truly. Or at least that was what he tried to tell himself. Ever since Alastor disappeared, he felt a hole in his heart. Something that couldn’t quite be quenched by all the power the world had to offer or the women this land had to throw at him.
It was the pure thrill of obsession that he missed, that he craved, but no one was a worthy opponent to him anymore. Alastor was gone. Alastor… his one and only obsession… what was he to do now? He could not fathom being this bored and empty all eternity. But what could he do about it? Nothing but sit and sulk, truly. But to himself, of course, he knew that telling you this would just leave you confused about your position in his eyes. And he truly did care about you, but… you were the only interesting thing in his life, and his one fatal flaw was always wanting for more.
You had your arm linked with Vox’s, ascending from his TV surveillance room onto the upper floors. You tapped his shoulder, catching his attention. “You’ve got a little somethin’.” You chuckled, pointing at the corner of his mouth. “Let me get it.” You giggled, gesturing for him to lean down. He obliged and you wiped the edge of his lips with your thumb.
“Forgot to get that spot. It’s hard to get all of them, you know? You should start cleaning up your own mess.~” He teased.
“It’s not my fault someone wanted to make out down there…” You huffed jokingly, linking arms with him again. You two stood still, smiling like cardboard cutouts as you waited for the elevator doors to open. The second they did, a crowd surrounded you two. Asking both of you all sorts of questions. It was always this way, an everyday routine since Vox was a celebrity, and by dating him, so were you. Every public area you were in was nothing but camera flashes and microphones. It was a bit much at times, but Vox enjoyed it so much, that you didn’t seem to mind too much. Once their questions were answered, and Vox shooed them away, you two went to your destination freely. And you continued to do this for days and days after that. You loved your routine, and found peace in the sort of monotony you two had.
But oh no, no good thing lasts forever. An unlucky morning, you found yourself in Vox’s surveillance room, sitting on his lap, enjoying each other’s company. It was a day like no other, truly.
“Look at that!” He shouted, pointing at one of his monitors, “What does it feel like to be with someone so rich and fucking powerful, baby? Just look at how easily they flock to me~” He chuckled, caressing your face.
“Oh~ You’re just the perfect mastermind~ I’m the luckiest sinner in hell~” You cooed, kissing the bottom corner of his screen, leaving behind a red lipstick kiss stain.
“Why don’t you kiss a bit higher?~ You missed my mouth entirely~?” He cooed back, fake pouting at you as to request you kiss his lips.
You obliged, leaning closer to him, but just before you planted your kiss, his face blared with an incoming call screen. His ringtone was so stupid, but it was charming nonetheless. You saw who was calling him: Velvette. She was either calling to annoy him (which you totally respected; annoying Vox was your favorite pastime after making out with him), or because she needed something important. So you sat back down in his lap as Vox answered the phone, passing the call from his face to a television.
“Hello there, Velvette! How are you this… hellish morning?~” Vox chuckled, picking up his coffee mug and taking a sip from it, after which he pecked your lips. He was a huge fan of flaunting you to his fellow Vees.
“Oh cut the shit Vox. I need you up here. Now.” Velvette demanded, side-eyeing you slightly, but then smiling when you looked at her.
Vox, continued to tenderly touch you, caressing your cheek, not even looking at Velvette anymore, just admiring your precious face. “Whatever could be the problem, dear?”
“Well, your little boy-toy, is wrecking my department while I’m trying to pull together a show! And-” She paused, to turn behind her, Valentino could be heard in the background as flying body parts flew behind Velvette. It was most definitely another Valentino tantrum. Vox had no choice but to turn to her now… “So get your ass here! Now. And don’t bring your girlfriend, it’s NOT going to make Valentino feel any better, you know how he’s always bitching about her.” Velvette yelled, after which she turned around to yell at Valentino, immediately hanging up afterward.
Vox sighed, the adoring smile he gave you morphing into an annoyed frown. “Stay here, doll. I have to stop another tantrum…” He picked you up and placed you on his chair. Then he walked away, muttering under his breath about how tedious having to check on Val was and how he hated his life.
A bit of pity overcame you, but you figured it was simply the burden power came with. You frowned at being left out of the situation, but you smiled at the realization that you didn’t have to sit there and wonder what came of this whole fiasco. Vox’s cameras! Oh, they were all over the place, and you knew how to work the surveillance room perfectly.
So you began to observe him, watching him talk to some paparazzi, announcing a new product or line, perhaps, then leaving towards Velvette’s department. And ‘in shambles’ was an understatement when it came to describing what you saw in there. Models running around, Velvette yelling at some designers, Valentino had definitely thrown the place off course, but you knew Velvette had it under control. She was always on top of things.
You observed how she spoke to Vox, shooing him up to Valentino’s tower… You hated that place. You would have started off there if it wasn’t for Vox seeing you first. And oh the stories you’ve heard about it… You didn’t talk to Valentino much, but the very few times you did he was very passive-aggressive. You didn’t like him much, but you understood that the porn industry was something Vox needed to have control over in order to have the power he desired. You weren’t too fond of… his history with Vox, and you didn’t even wanna know if they still had something going on. You preferred to stay in the shadows about it. If anything was still happening, you were sure it was because Vox needed him in check. And Valentino was a tricky one for sure, but you’d rather not think about the subject.
You observed Vox enter Valentino’s quarters, his room was full of that red smoke he always had around him. You knew it was a drug of sorts… it made you sick to your stomach to think that maybe Vox was under it too… But, again, not something you liked to think about. Vox approached him and the second Valentino saw him, he got up, smashed his cocktail glass on the floor in pure rage.
You weren’t one to criticize people’s maturity (it’s not like your Vox wasn’t quite the man-child at times), but you hated the way Valentino tended to pounce at first signs of anything. His short temperament sort of pissed you off. Or maybe it wasn’t his temperament that ticked you, it was probably the attention Vox gave it. You proceeded to listen to their conversation, Valentino complaining about another one of his employees… Typical of him. It didn’t surprise you it was Angel Dust who he was bitching about. He always bitched about his star employee.
And you could tell Vox was uninterested, observing him text on his phone as Val ranted. Funny enough he was texting you. You found it so cute how perfect his grammar was over text. He loved to portray himself as refined and superior in every aspect.
Val’s rambling again
What do you wanna get for dinner?
I was thinking, maybe… Chinese?
What do you think, Doll?
After which, a phrase Val said caught his attention and he indulged him with a response. Response which was met with more screams and whines from Valentino. And just as you were about to text Vox back with the answer to his question, you saw how Val took Vox’s phone and smashed it into the wall. You sighed in annoyance. You were about to switch off their conversation until you heard Valentino say where Angel Dust was…
He was living with Lucifer’s daughter? Angel Dust living with Princess Charlie? This only meant he could be in one place, that hotel you heard her announce. Valentino rambled about going there and killing everyone there, which Vox immediately shut down. It was his perpetual situation. He always had to put Valentino in his place, reminding him that his delusions were not to be acted upon.
He always talked to Valentino like he was a child. He did the same to you too, but it was more loving… You were sure. When he spoke to Valentino that way, it was more condescending. You liked to hear that even Vox thought this was stupid. Either that, or he was using his TV Show Host Voice to get through to him. You huffed at the sight of Vox lighting a cigarette for Val, listening to what they were talking about again. Since you’d zoned out while mentally criticizing Val.
“You know…~ Angel isn’t the only one spending time at this ratty hotel with the devil’s Princesa~...” Valentino cooed, turning back to Vox who was messing around with some of Vaelintino’s things.
“Oh? Who else is in there? Someone who… owes you money?” Vox replied, as uninterested as before, but still attempting to put up a facade for his fellow Vee.
Valentino laughed at his response, “Someone who owes us much more than money~...” He chuckled, shaking the ashes off his cig.
Vox lifted a brow, pretending to care. But he was about to care about what Valentino had to say, very soon.
“The Radio Demon is there…~” Valentino cooed.
Vox’s demeanor switched in a millisecond. The mere name sent shivers down his spine, his hypnotic eye bulging on his screen as he dug his claws into the nearest piece of furniture. He began to crackle with electricity, his voice was low and extremely reverbed. "W̵h̵a̷t̸ ̴d̴i̵d̸ ̷y̶o̷u̷ ̷j̵u̵s̶t̶ ̷s̴a̴y̷.̵.̷.̵?̶ ” He muttered, turning slowly to Valentino.
You could see something in him change. It was a bit scary in all honestly, you knew Vox to be one to put up masks, but this one… it was one you didn't even know he had up.
“Oh, you heard me~.” Valentino replied, grinning back at him.
“Alastor… came back and he is with Lucifer’s d̶a̸u̶g̸h̴t̴e̵r̶ … and that wasn’t the F̷I̷R̷S̴T̴ ̵ F̷̺̕Ủ̷̺C̵͕̕K̵̟̚Ị̵̉N̸̺̂G̸͖̍ ̵͔̽T̷͍͊H̸̫͘I̸͇̒N̴̪͘G̵͙̿ ̸̦͠Y̵̜̎Ọ̴̍U̶̫̎ ̸̪͘T̴͓̕O̸̙̎L̵̼̓D̴̛̥ ̶͊͜M̷̮̆Ē̷̫?̴̧̆!̶͎̕ ” Vox roared, grabbing Valentino by the collar.
The taller demon brushed this gesture off, walking away from him, “Hey~ Killing Alastor is your kink~!” Val chuckled, sitting on a countertop near some monitors.
Without wasting a second, Vox zapped towards the little surveillance Valentino had in his room. You could barely see what was on that screen, but it was enough for you to be able to tell that The Radio Demon was in that footage. You watched the way Vox observed him. It was obsessive, so attentive and careful. It… it made you a tiny bit jealous, in all honesty. For the past seven years, he’d only looked at you that way, or rather, he’d never looked at you that way and to that extent at all.
You observed Vox mutter about Alastor, (ignoring Valentino’s complaints about Angel Dust) he was buzzing and crackling like crazy. Was he livid? Excited? You just couldn’t tell. But you didn’t have much time to think, because, in the blink of an eye, Vox wrapped his conversation up with Val and zapped his way out of his tower.
After which, you heard the doors to the room you were in open up. You got up, seeing Vox approach you. You tried to speak to him, but he shoved you to the side. “Not now Y/n. Go upstairs.” He commanded.
Sitting in his chair, he pressed a button, connecting himself to the machine before him. He was getting ready to broadcast.
His behavior took you aback. You couldn’t believe he’d done this to you. But what else could you do? He’d ignored you.
So you went up the elevator, observing his display via television.
He was losing his fucking mind. Spiraling. You’d never seen Vox like this. And yet, one would think he’d be pissed by this new discovery… but he was… genuinely smiling… you’d never seen him this happy.
Shit got interesting when Alastor responded, however, beginning his radio broadcast. Of course, Vox broadcasted this on the channel too with the intention of beating Alastor on air. A mistake he was sure to pay for. You watched Alastor tear him to bits, hearing even that Vox had asked Alastor to be a Vee and him rejecting the offer as the reason for their rivalry.
And then it clicked… Vox saw Alastor as his main priority. And if what Alastor said was true… Vox’s approach to this refusal was “If I can’t have him, I must destroy him.” Of course, you weren’t allowed to ponder on this much, since Vox began to glitch.
He was losing his patience, spiraling more and more, threatening Alastor until he caused a blackout and ending his broadcast.
Over the darkness of the room you were in, in the distance, you could hear the ominously menacing voice of Alastor as he warned Vox that the time of his reign was over… you could imagine what this made Vox feel. He’d essentially lost the argument by losing his composure.
Alas, you were sure you could try to find him downstairs. He confided in you, you were sure about this. So after a huge blow to his ego such as this, you had to go to him and console him. So you made your way back to his surveillance/broadcast room. You opened the doors to see him crouched down over a screen. He swiped through the footage of everyone in the Bee district speaking. “Where is he? Where is he broadcasting from?” he cried out, switching from screen to screen, checking every camera on every sector on the Pentagram. “He put a fucking tower in that hotel?!” he raged.
“Vox…” You mumbled softly, approaching him.
“Not now.” He blurted bluntly. “Ughh… I need to meet with the other two… Alastor’s return brings in a new set of problems.” He chuckled. And while he tried to sound as annoyed as possible, you couldn’t help but see that light in his eyes. One you didn’t even know was missing. He was obviously enjoying himself, but why? Why was he this excited?
“Don’t overexert yourself, ok?” You suggested, trying to look out for him.
“Don’t overexert myself? Alastor is fucking back! I’m not sleeping until this fucker is taken down!” He spat back, walking off.
You let him be, it seemed to be important. But as days went by, he began to spend less time with you to the point in which he began to ignore you. He’d shove you to the side to spend his day obsessing over sabotaging Alastor. Days passed and he shut you out, completely cutting you off in order to spend more time feeding his obsession. You couldn’t stand this, you had to tell him to turn your way.
So you went to his broadcast/surveillance room, observing the way he peered over his screens. Spreading rumors and lies about Alastor in order to smear his image. He muttered as if he was spiraling, speaking things that sounded like gibberish when paired with the sound of his revered and staticized voice.
“Vox…” You spoke, trying to catch his attention.
“W̶̥͗H̸̠͒A̵̳̓T̵̩̏?̷̲̕!̵͎̓” Box yelled, turning to you in annoyance.
“I need to talk to you.” You spoke, a bit taken aback by his reaction to you speaking to him.
“I’m too busy for that. Another day, sweetheart.” He spoke, shrugging you off.
“No, another day will not do. I want to speak now.” You demanded.
“Now’s not the time to be a brat. I’m busy and that’s final.” Vox huffed, attempting to get you to leave.
“Why are you ignoring me?! Ever since Alastor came back, you haven’t even said more than three sentences to me! Am I not important to you?” You cried out, getting all up in his face. If he refused to acknowledge you, you were going to make it impossible for him to do so.
“Hey hey hey! I’m busy! Go bother someone else, this is important!” He protested, pushing you away from him.
“You’re not listening to me!! Am I not important!?” You screamed, shoving his arms away from you.
“Alastor is important to me right now! Does that answer your question?!” He yelled back, turning away from you to do as he had before.
You stood there in shock, he’d essentially told you that you weren’t important to him. What was truly important to him was Alastor and the sabotage of his power. So you walked off, running away from him.
Vox did not realize what he’d done. He was too obsessed and preoccupied with his own obsessions that he didn’t seem to notice that he’d driven you away…
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milunalupin · 2 months
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— pickup lines
james potter x reader ★ 900 words
With Valentine's Day coming up, James knew that this was the time to shoot his shot with you, the beautiful witch who sat in front of him in Transfiguration class, and his crush for the past three years. He had stayed up late last night with Sirius thinking of pickup lines to gain your affection, the little red journal in his hands full of their best ones.
He walked through the halls to find you, eager to try out his first line on you. Luckily, you were sitting alone on a bench in the courtyard, sitting crisscrossed with a book in your lap. He took a deep breath and walked- no, strut past you, making sure his steps were loud enough for you to look up and notice him.
"Oh, hey James." You marked your place in the book with a leaf and smiled up at him. He hopes you don't notice the hearts in his eyes when he looks back at you.
"Y/N! Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk away? No! Wait, I'm going to come back, just pretend you didn't see me yet!" James hurried around the corner, groaning quietly in embarrassment.
You let out a confused laugh, holding back a grin as James walked past you again, turning towards you with a confident smile.
"Hi there, do you believe in love at first sight or should-"
"James, James!" Peter ran up to his friend, waving a chocolate frog card in his face. "I finally got Godric Gryffindor, I got all the founders before you, you owe me five galleons! Oh, hi Y/N."
James dropped his head, his ears burning red. Of course, of course Peter would run in right at this moment. James Potter can mess up a pickup line once, fine, no problem. But twice? What would Fleamont say, shaming the Potter name like this. Sure, he only spent hours planning out what he wanted to say to you today, but he spent years trying to just gain the confidence to to ask you out. He may be a lovesick fool, but he's no quitter.
"Sorry about that Y/N, anyways- wait, where'd she go?" When James had raised his head to apologize and try again, he only found Peter munching on his chocolate, admiring his Godric Gryffindor card.
"She left for class, you were too busy feeling shame then giving yourself an internal pep talk to notice. Don't worry, she said bye to you before walking away, that's got to mean something, right?"
James's shoulders dropped, a disappointed pout on his face. He shook his head and marched back to his dorm, already preparing for his next idea.
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"No, I'm not using 'I'm Sirius-ly into you'."
"Well I think any smart girl would fall for that." Sirius muttered, flying circles around the stressed Chaser.
James rolled his eyes, stretching his arms above his head as they got ready for their match against Slytherin.
"Good luck today Potter, Black."
James immediately perked up, seeing you walk past them on the way to the stands. He jogged over to catch up to you, taking a breath before delivery his next line.
"Y/N, I may not a Seeker, Chaser, or Beater, but I'm a Keeper."
He held out his arms, fingers waggling as he smiled, awaiting your reaction.
"Did you change positions? I thought you were a Chaser." You tilted your head, brows furrowing in confusion.
His hands slowly fell to his side, his smile turning into a grimace.
"I-I am! A Chaser.. but.." He sighed, pulling his lips into a tight smile, shaking head and laughing. "Nevermind, sorry. I've got to get ready, enjoy the game, love."
He walked back to a sympathetic Sirius, blaming the wind on his watery eyes.
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"Remember the incantation, 'Evanesco'. Take turns with your partner, you may begin."
Finally, Transfiguration class. James had a good line this time, and he had made sure to sit next to Y/N so they'd be partners. He leaned against the desk, turning his body towards her as he smirked.
"You're really good at spell casting. Did you just use the Confundus charm, or are you just naturally mind-blowing?"
"Mr. Potter, may I remind you that this is Transfiguration, not Charms class. Miss Y/N might appreciate your attempts to gain her affection if you at least stayed on theme."
Professor McGonagall's mouth turned up slightly as she tapped her wand on James' desk, holding back a grin as she left him speechless, walking away. Sirius' and Peter's cackles could be heard over everyone else's hollers from the back of the class as they subtly high fived their Minnie.
"Gain my affection?" You turned to James, his face red as he looked at you with wide eyes.
"I uh.. I've been trying to ask you to be my valentine.." He mumbled, embarrassed that McGonagall had outed him like that in front of the class.
"Your valentine? Merlin, James, why didn't you just ask me? I've been waiting for you to ask me!" You laughed, nudging him with your elbow.
James didn't think his jaw could drop that low. No way you just said that. He quickly collected himself and grabbed your hands, bringing them up to his chest.
"Please, be my valentine?"
"Of course James, I can't believe you didn't notice that I'm Sirius-ly into you."
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writingoddess1125 · 3 months
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I just know Mihawk and Alucare would spoil the baby. I can see her being the princess of the family
Oh absolutely! Spoiled Rotten.
Princess of the House
As Mihawk is based off Dracula I've made him be Romanian 🇷🇴 and included more of the culture
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• Dracule Mihaela
• The Jewel of the Dracule Family
• From the moment she was born, she had the whole family wrapped around her tiny finger.
• She couldn't even fuss without someone to come and wait on her hand and foot.
• It didn't help that she was also a cheerful and pretty baby, A perfect mixture of you and Mihawk.
• You getting so much time to rest and recover after giving birth to her since there where three people who took care of her in your wake.
• Mihawk only allowing you to be woken up or disturbed for feedings. Everything else was handled-
• It took you throwing a fit to be given your own baby back!
• "Damn it Mihawk! She came out of me- Let me hold my damn child!" You argued with your husband, the man glumly handing her over to you to bond with.
• Dark Hair but with your hair texture, your eye shape but with his color, even her complexion a perfect inbetween of you and Mihawk's.
• Perfect in Mihawk's eyes.
• Mihawk also having the habit of holding Mihaela everywhere he went.
• After you recovered and Mihaela started to grow she was spoiled with gifts.
• Stuffed toys from Perona, Jewlery and expensive fabrics from Mihawk and homemade toys from Alucare.
• Mihaela having more gifts them she knew what to do with-
• That paired with each major milestone in her life was met with a celebration of gifts.
• Holding head up? Silver Rattle
• Smiling? Gold Rings for each finger
• Rolling over? Silk onsies
• And so much more!
• You walking into his office, tired and already a bit irritated from waking up and finding your baby missing from what was suppose to be her naptime- Knowing that she was wide awake in Mihawk's arms while he went over paperwork.
• When Mihaela wasn't in Mihawks arms- Then she was with Alucare or Perona's.
• You having to scold both Dracule men (and Perona) for holding her too much-
• Knowing damn well both men would spoil her rotten-
• That was evident When her first birthday came around-
The castle was buzzing, having outsiders welcome for the first time in- Well forever.
"Happy First Birthday My Jewel" Mihawk said happily, watching you walk into the room with Mihaela in your arms. Her dresses in a beautiful white dress Mihaek had made for her, she smiled brightly when she saw him. Waving her arms around happily.
Mihawk pulling our a box from his pocket, a pre-present separate from the mountain of gifts waiting for her. Pulling a dark blue diamond bracelet and slipping it on her little chubby wrist as he kissed her forehead making her laugh.
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"This looks expensive Mihawk-" You muttered, raising a brow at the studded bracelet as Mihaela brought it to her mouth immediately making Mihawk smile.
"That's cause it is"
After that the party started, different games and gifts being brought out. Several other pirates who had young children of their own attending as well so it was a play date for Mihaela to meet and be around others her age. As well as lavish gifts for the toddler being gifted from other powerful pirates-
Crocodile sending a solid gold rocking horse that was shaped like a Giraffe.
Shanks sending a Silver Pacifier.
Even Buggy sending a velvet lined diamond studded box filled with different toys and baby clothes.
With plenty more which made your pockets burn with how much all this could have cost.
Finally it was cake time, a soft cake being brought out for Mihaela to have for herself as a separate one was for the party.
Happy birthday was sung of course as the cake was set infronf of Mihaela after it was done- Which she Dove her face into immediately much to everyone's amusement.
Mihawk sitting next to her with a slice of normal cake for himself as he let his daughter 'speak' with him.
"Shes been babbling all day to you" You mused, watching her smudge cake all over as she babbled at Mihawk excitedly.
"Trying to share with Tată? (Dada)" Mihawk mused as he smiled down at her-
"Tată!" She said cheerfully, holding her arms out to Mihawk with some of the frosting on her hands. The man freezing in place, staring at Miha as he continued to repeat herself as he scooped her up fast, her now grabbing at his necklace to bring into her mouth.
"Her first words!" You cheer excitedly- Clapping your hands in pride as you smile brightly as your little girl. Kissing her chubby cheeks as she giggled loudly and excitedly at the attention she was getting.
"No fair-" Alucare muttered, having been trying to get her to have her first words be his name for months.
"Tată Tată!" She continued as she giggled out.
Mihawk still silent as he stared at her with wide eyes, you looking to him surprised by his lack of reaction. That was till he tightened his hold on her and began to walk outside with her-
"Where is he going?-" Alucare started, a bit miffed by his father's reaction but you held a hand up to your son with a gentle look.
You saw it- For a brief moment as Mihawk turned away from you all to carried Mihaela outside with him..
Tears rolling down his cheek.
He got her a full blown ship afterwards-
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woso-dreamzzz · 2 months
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Legacy II
Magdalena Eriksson x Hardersson!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: Chelsea's reaction to you
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Magda finally strays from your side after six weeks.
She would have stayed for longer but she knew that if she did, she would never go back to England. So, it's with a heavy heart that she gets the last of her baby cuddles and boards the flight back to London.
She mopes all through the weekend though, draining her phone battery from the frequent calls to Pernille to see you. When Monday rolls around, Magda is still in a little bit of a slump as she makes her way to training.
She gets there early like usual and sits in her cubby, scrolling through her gallery and biting at her cheek to stifle her tears. She misses you and Pernille like crazy.
"Holy shit, is that the baby?!"
Millie barges her way to Magda's cubby, sliding to sit next to her and practically wrenching the phone out of her hands.
"She's so cute!"
That makes Magda swell with pride as she points out the little things in the photo about you.
"She's got very strong reflexes," Magda boasts," So she's going to be very smart! And-And she kicks a lot so she's going to be a footballer too!"
Magda flicks to another picture and waits an appropriate amount of time for Millie to coo over you.
"And she always forgets she has feet! It's so cute! She gets so surprised."
The locker room slowly fills up and everyone makes a little stop by Magda to look at pictures of you.
"I can't believe Nilla got to see her first," Jonna complains as she watches a video of you staring up at your baby mobile," That's so unfair."
"She helped get Pernille to the hospital," Magda reminds her though her eyes don't stray from your image on her phone," I think she more than earned it."
"And Frido too? Did she really get on the first flight?"
"She did," Magda confirms," She didn't even tell us until she was outside our door. The princesse loves her though."
"Yeah, well, Fridos tend to stick together." Jonna flicked to another picture.
It was very sweet but it just made Magda miss you and Pernille even more. You're bundled up in your baby blanket, eyes closed softly. Pernille's shirtless and your little hand is gripping her collarbone possessively. Pernille's smiling down softly at you, one hand reaching up to rest on your head while the other is curled around your body to keep you stable and safe against her.
"Motherhood looks good on you," Beth says with a laugh as Magda yawns while flicking through images - she's easily got more than a hundred of just you.
"I'm exhausted," Magda replies but she keeps the smile on her face," But it's so worth it. She makes these cute little noises in her sleep and I swear she can understand me already."
Beth laughs, clapping her on the back. "Is it hard? Being away from her?"
Magda's face falls a little as she looks at your picture. "Yeah," She admits," She...She's just so little and it's just Pernille with her now. I just want her with me all the time. I've already booked a flight for next week to go and see them, straight after the game."
"You're a great mum already, Magda," Beth says," That little girl is so lucky."
The compliment makes Magda flush a little and she stares down at her home screen - a picture of you sitting on her lap. Your eyes are wide as you stare at the squeaky thing behind that camera that Pernille's using to make you look in the right direction. Magda's sitting behind you, a massive smile on her face as you lean comfortably against her.
"She's perfect," Is what she says in reply," She makes it easy to be a good mum."
Beth laughs. "God, motherhood's made you sappy. Come on, we've still got training to do."
Training is the perfect way to get her mind off of the thought of you and Pernille. Training is easy, it's repetitive and it keeps Magda from even straying into the idea of missing you as much as she does.
"Magda," Emma says as she walks past the coaching office to get to the changing rooms.
"Er...yeah?"
"Come in."
The whole exchange makes Magda feel antsy. She runs through everything that's happened in training and wonders if perhaps she has done something wrong.
She can't think of anything so feels on edge as she sits in front of Emma's desk.
"Well?" Emma says and Magda's throat bobs.
"What?"
"Do I get to see baby pictures too or are they just reserved for players?"
Magda lets out a small laugh, half of relief and half of amusement.
"You want to see them?"
Emma raises a brow. "Well, I'd like to see the future Chelsea star you and Pernille made."
Magda fishes her phone out of her pocket and opens it to her gallery. "Funny. Pernille swears she'll play for Wolfsburg."
"This little girl will play for me come hell or high water, Magda," Emma says," I'll make sure of it."
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chunksworld · 10 months
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A Helping Hand
ITZY Yuna x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut)
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A/N: Damn I've been so down bad for her lately. Thanks @kaedespicelatte as always for beta reading.
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Clank. Clank. Clank.
Missed shots after missed shots—some of them aren’t even hitting the rim, that’s how bad it’s gotten. It’s safe to say that basketball practice isn’t going particularly well for you. You’ve had to resort to either passing the ball in the perimeter or going for a layup instead, which makes you easier to defend against. And it’s not like you were making your shots in shootaround either, the rim could probably be as wide as the ocean and you would still somehow miss it. It’s as if you forgot the fundamentals of the sport you grew to love and dedicate your life towards.
Nothing frustrates you more than when your shots aren’t falling. You’re a basketball player after all—well to be more exact, you are the school’s star basketball player and the team captain. Your teammates look up at you for inspiration and to lead them to victory every single game. Sure it’s just practice, but you didn’t get this far by slacking off and you want to lead by example. No one criticizes you more than your own self and perhaps it’s that double-edged sword that has led you to become so hard on yourself. It’s a trait that has led you to success but at times like this, you are your own worst enemy.
You make brief eye contact with your coach and the look of disappointment he gives you is so gut wrenching, his hands on his hips and his eyebrows furrowed. You can already hear the rant he’s about to give once scrimmage is over, he’s not exactly a player’s coach and just because you’re the star player does not mean that he’s going to be nicer to you—in fact, it’s the opposite. You’ve gotten yelled at in front of your teammates so many times that you’ve become numb to it. He wants the best from you as much as you want the best from yourself but his yelling is what you didn’t wanna hear at this very moment. All you want to do is get some rest and perhaps sleep it off.
“Cut! Cut!”
Coach yells and you’re scrambling to remember how to defend the play. He introduced it earlier during this practice but it obviously never stuck with you. You’re so distracted trying to remember m that you didn’t even realize that you’ve blown your defensive assignment as your opponent drives past you to receive the pass for an easy layup, following the coach’s instructions perfectly and you’ve absolutely lost it. It’s one thing to not make shots but it’s even worse that you can’t even defend properly. You might as well be a drill come out there. Enough is enough. 
“Fuck!”
The expletive rings throughout the gym, much louder than you’ve anticipated and your coach blows the whistle. Your teammates can only look at you in pity, they know how frustrating it is to be in your situation plus the wrath you’re about to receive is not going to be pretty. You stop in your tracks and pant heavily, sweat dripping down your face as the intensity of the scrimmage takes over you. Silence, except for your teammates also trying to catch their breath. Your coach then takes a slow walk towards you with his clipboard in hand and you are already bracing your eardrums for the berating but then signals all of the players to leave for the day and walks up to you with his clipboard in hand. Huh, guess he’s sparing you the embarrassment for today. He probably already knows that you’ve embarrassed yourself enough already.
“Listen, I don’t know if you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning but I’m not having this okay? We’ve got a game later today and I need you to be completely focused and locked in. You’re not leaving this gym until you’ve made 100 threes in a row, got it?”
Somehow, that’s a better punishment than being yelled at in front of your teammates. You look pathetic as it is for their team captain and that would’ve made it worse. Maybe it was the prospect of getting yelled at but suddenly your shots were falling again, and it’s a great thing that it was a morning practice because it still took you five hours to make that many threes in a row. You were pretty sure that more threes than you’ve ever made in your entire career but it was all worth it. You were completely drained and exhausted and all you wanted to do was pass out. You found yourself laying on the hardwood floor and looking up on the banners, some of them you’ve helped raise in the rafters. It would be nice to ad—
“Tough practice, huh? Coach Lee looked like he was gonna knock your head off.” A familiar voice echoes throughout the empty gym. It’s the sound of a woman nonetheless and you’re damn sure that you must be hallucinating with how completely tired you are but that was immediately debunked the moment a basketball landed on your face. You look up and that signature bunny smile is enough to send your heart running throughout this facility. What the hell is she doing here? She’s never been here, hell does she even know what basketball is?
Shin Yuna. The school’s most popular student and the president of the student council—rumors has it that she’s turned down a record 200 male students during her time here so far (you can confirm at least 19 of those male students because everyone of your teammates have asked her out already). And it’s as clear as the bright blue skies as to why she’s highly sought after; insanely smart, stunning visuals, and an amazing body to go along with it (you definitely have not been taking notice of the last part, absolutely not). Plus, you see her face everywhere. There’s 100 clubs to join in this campus and she’s the leader for a handful of them. “Fuck me, did he broadcast to the entire school how shitty I was today?”
You lay back down on the hardwood floor, probably not good advice because your jersey is now completely dirty. But that’s the least of your concerns at this very moment. Yuna continues walking towards you, the heel of her boots making a resounding noise with each and every step. “No he didn’t, but I was running some errands and I wanted to stop by to check how our basketball team is doing and….” She sits down beside you, clearly she doesn’t care that her clothes are going to be dirty either.
“And you saw me being absolutely shit at the sport I’m supposed to be good at. Great.” What horrible timing, the student council president rarely visits and she just had to choose the worst day possible. You just want to bury a hole and dig yourself. 
And Yuna is either terrible at reading people’s emotions or she doesn’t care at all because her response was a smile as she sits closer to you, as if she’s shrugging off everything you just said. Can this day get any worse? “Well, everyone has bad days don’t they? I’m sure that LeBron Jordan guy had some bad shooting days as well.” Never mind, guess she has great intentions after all.
“Touché. But we have a game later so I need to figure the fuck out how to play again so will you be of any help, miss student council president?” You must have said something right because her face lights up like a light bulb. And you can only hope that whatever she does have in mind is actually going to be helpful.
“Well that can’t be good….” Her fingers trace your biceps, “As the president of the student council it’s my duty to ensure that our school’s star athlete can de-stress before the game right?” You’re only half focusing on her words at this very moment, her scalding touch the only thing occupying your mind as she continues to caress your arms.
Like a true basketball star, you’re figuring out her next play though like a simple pick and roll, it’s easy to decipher. You decide to let it play out anyways. “What are you trying to say?”
“How about……” Her fingers now reach for your face, her own visage now dangerously close to yours, “…I lend you a helping hand, how does that sound?”
As expected, it was the perfect read all along. The moment her lips mesh with yours and you could already feel all of this morning’s stress start to dissipate. You didn’t even hesitate to think about the potential repercussions, of the fact that two of the most influential figures on campus are about to engage in acts not appropriate for such a setting. Not when you feel how perfect her soft lips are on yours, clouding your judgment and throwing any sense of rationality out of the window. Your teammates would surely kill you if they found out that out of everyone on the team, it was you that’s getting such an opportunity with Yuna.
They’d surely be jealous because you’re the one viewing her beautiful features up close, not them. You’re the one caressing her curves and every other part of her heavenly body that have made her the wet dreams of every male student on campus. That you’re the one eliciting such lustful and throaty moans out of her as your lips trail down to her neck, your hands reaching out to her clothed busts to give them a gentle squeeze. It sounds so hot, Yuna sounds so fucking hot. And it’s a good thing that you’re wearing your basketball shorts and not your regular pants because you would definitely be in much more pain now with how hard you are.
“Fuck, a little stress relief is what I need as well….”
But it gets even worse the moment she straddles your lap, landing perfectly on the tent forming on your shorts and you inadvertently groan at the immense pleasure. She reverts back to kissing you before you could even muster up a verbal response, a more aggressive lip lock this time with tongues involved  as she slowly starts to grind on you. You could feel how wet she is under that skirt and your mind is already racing with the plenty of ways you want to take advantage of this opportunity. As much as you don’t want to stop kissing her, you don’t want it to stop at just this so you grab at the hem of your jersey but before you could remove it, she breaks away from the kiss. It’s only first base and yet she’s already ruined and so fucking pretty as always. “Is there a more private place?” 
Of course there is. You grabbed her by the hand and dragged her towards the empty locker room. As soon as the door is shut, you grab her by the waist and bring her to your lap again as you sit on the bench and resume your kissing. Busy hands immediately go to work trying to remove each other’s clothing. She gets rid of your jersey with ease while you have to work with removing her tie and lifting the blue top over her head; her bra coming off right after. Your mouth salivates at the sight of her perfectly shaped tits, round, petite, and nipples begging to be sucked. But as you were mere inches away, she got off of you to remove her skirt and panties (which were drenched as you predicted. You do the same with your shorts and boxers, throwing them to the side. Both of your shoes come flying off as well.
You’re both finally fully naked. Your cock twitching as precum oozes from the tip due to intense arousal, there in front of you lies a naked Yuna. Whereas other guys have to imagine what she looks like, you could actually view her in this state. A gorgeous face paired with a body sculpted by the gods themselves, curves that can only be compared to that of an hourglass, her clean shaven pussy, her inner thighs already drenched, and those legs that you just want wrapped around you. But with how she’s biting and licking her lips, you’re not the only one completely turned on. “You can take a picture of me to jack off to later, but I want you to fuck me now please.”
And who are you to turn down such a request? She mounts you once again, this time making sure to aim her opening at your tip. You both moan at the first contact, electricity surging through your bodies but you fight through it. You bring her lips to yours, arms wrapped around her body as you aid her in completely taking you inside her. “A-Ahhh fucc-k!” Her nails immediately dig into your shoulder and back as she pulls away from the kiss. Yuna is tight, so amazingly and mind-blowingly tight despite how wet she is. And it doesn’t seem like she’s a virgin either because she seems like she knows what she’s doing. You, on the other hand, haven’t had sex in ages and yet your carnal desire for her is what’s driving you. “So fucking b-big!”
“And you’re so tight….shit.”
Eventually, she's able to take your length all the way inside her. But with how tight she is, you will definitely rearrange her guts by the time you two are finished. That’s the least of your concerns right now, however. as she begins to roll her hips. The pleasure is overwhelming and the effects of not having any intercourse in quite a while is starting to rear its ugly head as every single movement of her hips is driving you crazy. You pull her even closer to you, causing her to squeal as no inch of space is left between the two of you. Once you are able to overcome the initial onslaught of pleasure, you begin to thrust up inside her as well. And this causes Yuna to wrap her long, luscious legs around you as her nails leave scratch marks on your back and shoulders. “F-Fuck me hard just like that, please!” Her moans are a beautiful symphony of curses, inaudible phrases, and your name uttered in the sexiest way possible. You would gladly listen to it until the day you die. Maybe you could have her relieve your stress all the time if this is what you get at the end.
And you would kiss her to prevent anyone from hearing her moans but the place is empty so it’d be useless so instead you do what you’ve been dying to do ever since earlier, and that’s to taste her breasts. It doesn’t help that they jiggle deliciously in front of you as every thrust of your hips meet her bounces. You dive down and capture them with your lips, focusing on her left breast first and licking the stiff, brown nipple with your tongue. Her whimpers only serve as encouragement, switching to the right nipple and giving it the same treatment that it deserves. Your fingers, on the other hand, are carefully massaging her saliva-drenched left breast. You repeat this over and over, making sure they get enough appreciation from you. She stops grinding her hips at some point because of the immense pleasure and you paused your thrusting as well, and if she didn’t grab you by the chin for a kiss you wouldn’t have noticed as well.
A deep, passionate makeout then ensues as she starts to grind her hips again, her hands pushing your face further towards hers into a sloppy serenade of pure unadulterated need towards each other. A string of saliva follows as you both pull away from oxygen, the lust in her eyes only strengthening with time. “Don’t lie, you’ve been dreaming of sucking my tits don’t you?” The remark catches you off guard and makes you laugh. The answer is obvious, if she wants to hear it then you’ll gladly tell her. 
“Fucking hell Yuna, I don’t think there’s any guy out there that doesn’t.” Hell, you want to suck them again at this very moment but you don’t want to be selfish. She also has her needs after all.
The grinding of her hips turns into bouncing again, and the slapping of skin on skin begins to reverberate in the empty locker room. “Exactly. S-So take advantage of this opportunity—shit—and give me your all.” You don’t want to be told twice; you bury your face on her chest as you thrust up at a frantic pace. Her moans only get louder as you piston your cock inside her pussy—that’s still so amazingly tight—relentlessly, making sure that they’ll mold to your shape. Soon, those moans turn into whimpers as she rests her chin on your shoulders and her hot breath going directly through your ears as she continuously whispers sweet nothings—completely delirious from how good of a fucking she’s receiving from you. It’s so pure, it’s so carnal, and it’s so fucking hot the way your moans combine with the slapping of wet skin and the squelches of her pussy as you continue to pound up into her. 
But you two are humans after all and can only receive and give so much pleasure, and it doesn’t really take long for Yuna to completely unravel—only three more minutes to be exact. You could already feel it with how much tighter she’s gotten, so tight that you might just reach your orgasm the same time as her. It takes you gritting your teeth and closing your eyes because looking at her pleasure-stricken face with her tongue sticking out and eyes rolled to the back of her head along with her unreal visuals is going to completely cause you to become undone. “Fuck, baby I’m gonna come please. Make me come, fuck me just like that I’m so fucking close….” But you’d rather attack her neck with kisses and bites anyways, the combined smell of her sweat and lavender perfume only driving you crazier and crazier. Like a mantra, she repeats her wish along with incoherent whispers but it’s at a particularly rough thrust as she comes down hard in your lap that sets off the explosions.
“FFUCKK!”
It’s so fucking hot. The way her nails cling to your back, now probably leaving scratches that will surely take weeks to disappear. The way her luscious thighs constrict your waist. The way she grabs onto your face and pulls you towards her for a kiss. It’s all too overwhelming and it takes every single fiber of your being not to join her as her hot and tight walls attempt to squeeze you for all the cum you have, and you just might. Her juices immediately flood both of your crotches as her orgasm completely overrides her, taking a few minutes to subside as you continue to thrust your hips up to her at a slower and gentle pace. She doesn’t stop grinding her hips either, her moans now turning into whimpers while she continues to make-out with you, and with everything that’s already happened you know you’re not too far away from joining her. Yuna pulls away from the kiss and she whispers the words you’ve been dying to hear, her eyes filled with cock-filled lust in the aftermath of her post-orgasm haze. “Fucking cum in me.”
You’re embarrassed the way it immediately turns you on, as if a switch is flipped inside your brain that wants one thing and one thing only: Yuna. So with the remaining strength you have, you place your hands underneath her thighs and made sure that she’s wrapped tightly around you before standing up to effectively fuck her in stand and carry. The new position has her screaming and yelling as gravity aids in impaling her into your shaft, your cock now reaching places inside her that you couldn’t do so earlier. You bounce her on your length before walking over to your locker and pressing her back onto the cold surface, making her shiver. With support, you continue to thrust into her at an unrelenting pace and due to the sensitivity from her orgasm, it doesn’t take too long for her to come undone once again. You must’ve discovered a specific bundle of nerves inside her because she bites into your shoulder with a scream and begging you to fuck her hard once again, every thrust has her wrapping her arms around tour neck tighter and the feeling of such a perfect body like hers against yours is truly mindblowing. 
She’s completely rag-dolled into your arms at this point and it only took a few more thrusts before she lost herself. The sight is perfect and unsullied, not even the most expensive paintings in the world could rival her face at this very moment. It’s all beautiful and lewd at the same time. It’s an orgasm that’s somehow even stronger than her first one. “S-So fucking good!” Yuna’s juices immediately start to flood your length and drip down to the floor below; the added lubrication now making it easier to thrust in and out of her and she must’ve noticed how much your cock has been twitching ever since her orgasm because she doesn’t stop bouncing on your cock despite her sensitivity, in fact she’s working twice as hard. No words exchanged for a while as she’s still trying to recover from the intensity of her orgasm while you’ve been rendered speechless by how intense your orgasm is going to be as well. Instead she kisses you as a way of showing thanks, nibbling and pulling on your lower lip as you let her do all the work. It doesn’t take long for you to feel that bubbling sensation in your stomach and you have to inform her sooner or later so you pull away from the kiss but it seems like she already knows.
“Y-Yuna, where—“
She gives you a nod, then a peck on the lips. Her eyes are once again filled with lust and that’s the only green light you need. “It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked like that so it’s only right for me to return the favor. I want your cum inside me please.” Such words have never been more enticing and seducing. With a loud groan, the first shot of cum is emptied into Yuna’s freshly fucked pussy. And then some more; each thrust of your hips delivers a shot of cum fucked deep into her needy womb. Each thrust makes all of the stress and anguish of today go away. You can’t count how many shots you’ve unloaded but it’s enough to stain your balls and flood the gaps between where your cock and her pussy meet—all of it dripping down onto the floor below. Another makeout session ensues, your tongues lazily dancing with one another as you continue to thrust your cock inside her to make sure no drop of cum is wasted. But it really doesn’t matter because a copious amount of semen drips out of her pussy the moment you pull out, and you’re completely shocked by how much you filled her. It’s truly a testament to how good she fucked you.
“Shit. Yuna, I–” 
Yuna interrupts you with a kiss. “It’s fine, I wanted your cum and I got it. And it looks like you were really stressed.” She points towards the pool of cum on the floor, weeks worth deposited inside her and you can’t help but be embarrassed. “Either that or I really turned you on.” Heat rises up to your cheeks and you want to dig up a hole and bury yourself in it once again. There’s no denying that she didn’t; she’s definitely the best woman you’ve ever had sex with and it doesn’t even come close. And the sight of her post-sex is only making you want to fuck her again—her inner thighs glazed with your cum, her perfect body covered with sweat, and her face looking thoroughly fucked. Your cock twitches at the sight and she smirks, walking over to you and slowly wrapping her fingers around your length and pumping it at a leisurely pace. 
“Hmm. Looks like you’re still hard for me, how about I fix that?” It truly must be your lucky day today because she dragged you to the showers and quickly got on her knees, taking your length inside her mouth and effectively cleaned both of your juices off of it with her skillful tongue. Despite already one orgasm down the drain, the opportunity to paint her face with your cum is the only thing you need to get going again. Yuna continues to bob her head up and down your cock, her hands massaging your balls as if to make sure to receive your full load again. Your groans and the lewd sound of her mouth overpowers the sound of the intense water pressure of the shower. And with how turned on you’ve been, it doesn’t take too long before you unload spurts after spurts of cum on her face. She looks so damn beautiful, yet so ruined at the same time. “We taste so good together, we should do this more often…” 
Thankfully the rest of the shower time was actually used to clean up and ten minutes later, you two are dressed up again as if nothing happened. “Good luck out there, champ. I’ll be cheering for you.” Yuna gives you one final kiss, giving you an extra boost as if you weren’t motivated enough already. Then she flashes her signature wide smile that has caused hundreds of men to fall in love with her, and you’re about to be added on to that list. Fucking hell. 
“Here’s my number by the way. Feel free to stop by my dorm once you guys win, your student council president will have a special prize for you.”
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halucynator · 8 months
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Hi! Could I please request a FIC abt Mattheo or Theodore (I’m in love with them both) and the reader always picks her hangnails (to fidget bc she is on the spectrum and has adhd) and they get her to stop by alway holding her hands and she goes to his quidditch game? (I love your fics sm)
Good luck charm
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader
Warnings: like none? do tell if I missed any xx
Summary: (just like read the request I cba)
A/n: thanks for the request and thank you SO much for the compliment💞! Sorry for the wait xx I wrote it about mattheo because I'm in my mattheo era (plus I feel like theo wouldn't be the sporty type) but I will write a Theodore version as well if you're okay with waiting xx I also happen to have ADHD lol so I just related the story to myself. English isn't my first language so there might be mistakes xx not proof read. I don't love it but I don't hate it either xx hope you like it x
reblogs are appreciated xx
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You sat down in Snape's potion class after you got scolded for being 5 minutes late. His classes were SO boring. Your ADHD didn't help either. You grabbed your quill and started to doodle but were shortly stopped by Snape shouting at you for the second time in a 15 minute span.
You rolled your eyes and looked for something to fiddle with. I mean, how could it be your fault that you had ADHD? Was it really that wrong that you needed to fiddle with something to concentrate? Snape definitely made it seem like a sin.
You noticed a hangnail on your finger and started to pick on that. Snape could take that away from you. I mean, was he going to cut off your fingers? As you pulled on the hangnail, you felt a little sting and you knew if your bare flesh made contact with even a drop of water, it would burn. This wasn't avoidable either especially since you were in potions. But you could worry about that later. As long as you could concentrate.
"You need to stop doing that. It looks painful. Plus it isn't healthy." Mattheo comments as be places his hand on yours. It's a comforting feeling but you feel uneasy, looking for something else to fiddle with.
"but I can't! I have ADHD."
"There's got to be better ways to cope."
"there's nothing else to fiddle with"
"Here." He slips one of his rings off his fingers and hands it to you.
"are you sure" you ask.
"yes love." He replies.
And so you fiddle with his silver ring the rest of the lesson but find it hard to with him holding one of your hand captive. You wanted to ask to move it, but you didn't want him to feel upset plus you kinda liked the feeling of his warm hand on your freezing cold one.
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You were excited for the quidditch match, Slytherin against Gryffindor. You walked up to Pansy, Theodore and Blaise, your group of friends, as you spotted then among the crowd which was dripping with anticipation.
As the game started, you found yourself searching for a particular brown, curly haired boy.
As you spotted him, aiming to score, you felt yourself blushing. As he scored half of the crowd cheered in excitement, and the other half groaned in frustration. As you locked eyes with the brunette boy, you caught hun winning at you which made you turn even more red than you already were if that was possible.
The game ended with Slytherin being victorious (which was a first).
After the game you walked up to Mattheo to congratulate him.
"I've never been to a quidditch match before but I heard this was Slytherin's first victory against Gryffindor."
"Guess you are a good luck charm." He smiled at you.
You blushed. Something about that comment felt genuine, like it was more than just a joke.
"Ah, is that so? You were amazing out there by the way."
"Only for you princess." He winked at you. "I assumed you were awestruck by me. I caught you staring." he grinned.
You blushed as you started to fiddle with your hangnail again. You felt a comforting hand on yours. Mattheo's hand.
"Now now love. We talked about this. Use my rings instead."
You felt nice that Mattheo cared about you. You smiled at him, trying to keep your composure. You felt like kissing him right there and then but you didn't.
Your friends walked up to Mattheo and congratulated him for the win, snapping you out of your daydream about the brunette boy who, at this very moment, was holding your hand.
"You could say we had a good luck charm." He winked at you.
You chuckled at the statement. Girlfriend had a better ring to it, but for now you settled for 'A good luck charm.'
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James Potter x Female!Reader
A/N: Hi there! I haven't written in a while, but this idea just struck me, and because I've been struggling with writer's block, I really needed to write it. In a way, it's my salvation. This is the first series I am starting, but I will be finishing and starting others.
IB: The Other Zoey by Sara Zandieh. (This movie so good by the way).
Summary: James could never forget a love like yours.
Warning: It may contain swearing and soon-to-be smut.
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There were three things that you couldn't stand.
One was really cold classrooms, which not only made you sleepy but also made it difficult to concentrate on your studies. As a result, you started carrying a jumper with you everywhere you went.
The second was being sick; you detested missing out on opportunities and activities due to circumstances beyond your control, as well as how awful it would feel and how little you could do about it.
Three was crying,
Since fifth year, the idea of crying had both repulsed you and made you dislike how vulnerable everything was, as well as when someone felt sorry for you.
Of course, others could cry in front of you and you would give them comfort but you didn't want people to see you in pain and you making it everyone else's problem.
It wasn't right in your book.
But those were the three things you absolutely despised. They were all simple things you could avoid if you truly tried and you had for years.
But if we wanted to add a bonus point,
You would add James Fleamont Potter.
Quite ironic to hate "The Golden Boy,"
It was one of the most funniest cliches that even you could think of.
The girl who basically had no friends or social standing versus the most popular guy in Hogwarts.
Sounds about right.
But the reason that you couldn't include this in the things you couldn't stand is because it was complex. It wasn't simple and it wasn't something that you could easily describe nor avoid.
You couldn't say that you weren't being immature but what James had done had completely indescribably affected you.
To be fair, it was in fifth year and you were now on your seventh year which means the hatred is pre-historic but when 'The James Potter' cheats on you with Jade Davies AKA the girl you despise that has bullied you since first year,
It gets pretty intense.
Since then, you had refused to talk to James and he let you have your space.
Unfortunately, it didn't mean that Jade would stop bullying you but it only meant that she had more material to bully you with but James did his best to help you avoid her by distracting her when you came by or kissing to distract her.
But you weren't thankful for his gestures, you wished nothing but a quaffle to be shoved up his ass in all honestly.
Then again, it was all so long ago and you wanted to let it go and just have fun for your last year.
Which is why you attended the first Quidditch game of the season.
You were practically freezing, hugging your cheeks with your palms. It was especially cold and you forget to bring another jumper to top over the one you had now.
There was loud cheering all around you as you heard a few chants for James as you saw him dive for the golden snitch.
At the same time, the quaffle came fast in the same direction, colliding with James's head.
He went into instant unconsciousness as he was about to dove straight in the ground.
The crowd went silent as James fell in the air but it felt like he was already moving in slow motion.
Your instincts kicked in as you stood and grabbed your wand from your boot "Arresto Momentum!" You yelled, pointing your wand at him as his movements slowed and he hit the grass floor lightly.
You gasped as everyone watched you, their mouthes agaped but a small part of you only cared if James was okay.
You heard people yelling and whispers asking if he was okay and parts about how you had saved him.
But it wasn't your problem.
You grabbed your bag, moving from the stands as you made your way to the castle. Your feet rushed over to your dorm, trying to make it there as fast as you can.
"Y/N!" You heard someone yell as you looked behind you to see Lily.
You looked ahead of you, trying to rush faster and then Lily said, "You saved him," She panted as a few seconds of silence went.
"It wasn't intentional," You responded, rolling your eyes.
"But you did it instantly," She replied, "You saved him," She looked at you as if she was trying to figure you out.
You stuttered, "Y-You said that and shouldn't you be with him?" You questioned, trying to keep your composure.
"You should come with me," Lily said.
"No, that's a bad idea," You declined, "Jade should already be with him," You cleared your throat, setting your book bag on your shoulder again.
"They aren't together," Lily mentioned, "He wants to see you,"
You raised your eyebrow in confusion, why would James want to see you?
"Lily I don't think-" You tried,
"You must!" Lily responded.
"But-" You tried again.
"You have to," Lily sternly said.
"If I do, will you leave me alone?" You asked, her face lighting up as she grabbed your arm dragging you into infirmary.
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You both entered the infirmary, surrounded by hospital beds. You looked around at other sick students as Lily dragged you over to where James was laying.
Sirius, Peter, and Remus were around him, quietly talking as you approached him.
He had a harsh, purple bruise on his temple that was the size of your hand and a bandage wrapped around his head.
"James, I got her for you," Lily said as James groaned, blinking to take a good look at you, his eyes still squinting from the light and how much his head hurt.
"Baby," He sweetly said, a wide grin appearing on his lips as he squinted.
Baby.
He hadn't called you that in so long.
You flinched, trying not to show how taken aback you were in order to not freak him out but you were. You looked at the three boys in front of you but they were equally confused too.
"Potter, have you lost your-" You said as Lily elbowed you, earning a hiss from you.
"Play along," Lily mouthed, making you even more confused.
"But-" You were about to speak before Lily pushed you in front of James.
"Um, are you okay?" You asked, looking at him awkwardly.
"I'm amazing now that you are here," He said, smiling.
"Oh that's great!" You fake excitingly said.
"I missed you so much," James took your hand, rubbing it as your face was hit with surprise, "I heard you in my dreams," He dreamingly smiled.
"That's nice," You awkwardly laughed, "You should sleep, your head is probably pounding," You said, patting the back of his hand as he only caressed yours.
"Stay with me?" He asked, drifting into drowsiness.
You looked around at his friends as they urged you to say yes, "Sure," You sighed.
James's eyes closed as you laid his hand next to him on his bed. You watched at how pretty he looked sleeping, his eyelids fluttering but that was before you snapped into reality.
"What is going on?" You asked sternly, crossing your arms.
"Well," Sirius was about to start but Remus continued for him.
"James had called your name on the field after you performed that spell for him," He explained, making you blush, "And he wouldn't stop calling your name until the nurse gave him a drowsy potion,"
Your eyebrow raised, why was James Potter calling for you out of all people? You couldn't help but question the entire thing.
"And why was he calling my name?" You asked.
"We don't know," Lily answered.
"Well, I can't be with him when he wakes up," You said, looking off.
"You have to," Sirius answered, "Prongs can't be stressed out, it will only worsen his brain and he will end up like a pound of sausage," He said, confusing you.
"Great analogy but I really should be-" You started as you were interrupted.
"James!" Jade yelled dramatically, running over to him, "Oh will he make it?" Jade asked, fanning herself as the group rolled their eyes.
"He will be fine," Remus said.
"But I think seeing you will make it worse," Sirius added with a smile.
Jade scowled at him before looking at you, "What is she doing here?" She furiously said.
You were about to speak before Lily did it for you, "He called for her,"
"No he didn't," Jade laughed, dismissing the ridiculous thought.
"But he did," Peter said as Jade has a disgusted look on her face.
"Well I'm his girlfriend so I'm sure he will want to see me," Jade boasted as if she only cared about the label and not the fact that James had truly gotten hurt.
"You guys have been broken up for six months," Sirius scoffed.
"I would prefer on a break," Jade corrected, glaring at Sirius.
"Okay well, this has nothing to do with me," You said, trying to move past Jade but she blocked you.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jade asked.
"Moving out of the way so that you can coddle James and kiss his boo boo's away," You mocked.
"Honestly, I keep forgetting that James chose me over you, it's actually quite hilarious," Jade smirked as you rolled your eyes.
"Congrats on being easy, it's one of your best accomplishments," You insulted, trying to move past her but failing once again.
"Nice of you to assume that James was only with me because I'm "easy," She gaped, causing you to step back.
"Seriously bugger off Jade," Sirius defended.
Jade kept going, "Or are you sure it's not because I'm better than you in everything I do and that James couldn't stand to be with you for another second with your daddy issues and a failure at everything," She aggrieved.
Your eyes watered as Madam Pomfrey came in, "Oh Mr. Potter must have a lot of admirers," She joked as you only smiled in return, "Which one of you is the famous Y/N?" She asked, looking between you, Jade, and Lily.
You spoke, "I am,"
She smiled at you, "He had been calling you for ages, what a beautiful girlfriend he's got,"
"I'm actually not his-" You started but the nurse kept going.
"Mr. Potter will be fine but a few things are jumbled in there" She said, checking his vitals, "It's best if he isn't stressed out or confused because it could only make matters worse," She finished, looking at all of you.
You all nodded in reply, "Other than that, he is good to go tomorrow morning but he can only have two visitors tonight," She mentioned, exiting.
"Y/N, you should stay with him," Peter said shyly.
"I don't think-" You started before you were interrupted.
You were getting tired of being interrupted.
"No, James would wanna see me," Jade almost yelled.
"You will only give James more brain damage, Y/N stays," Lily spat, clearly annoyed by Jade.
Jade huffed, "I will be back in the morning," She stomped away.
"We'll leave you to it," Remus said as Sirius smirked, leaving with the group as Lily squeezed your shoulder before exiting too.
You sat on the chair next to James's bed, wondering how you got in this situation in the first place.
And then you wondered how you would get out of it.
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luvsvtlady · 26 days
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The Devil's Plan
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Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x afab!reader
Genre: idol!au, smut, fluff?
Words couns: 4.4k
Warning: alcohol consumption, swearing, kissing, dry humping, thigh riding, exhibitions, couch sex, praise, dirty talk, teasing, breast play, creampie, unprotected sex, pet names, voice kink, big dick!seungkwan, desperate!reader, simp!seungkwan, possessive!kwan (bc he's hot), worshiping? whining, slight crying, kwan is obsessed with reader's lips and obsessed with her whole. lmk if I missed anything pls
A/N: can't believe I finally finished this fic lol, I've been kinda lazy lately and I hardly write anything, but I was determined to finish it today bc gosh I'm in live with this man, like he's so fine I can't with him ughh. Anyway I think this fic is super hot just like kwan, and believe me when I say it was way better in my mind but there you go ig. Hope yall enjoy it, wanna hear yall thoughts and feedbacks.
You were invited to a new show called The Devil’s Plan, where they bring smart people to compete against each other for a prize. The prize in question is 250 million won, you would be insane to turn down the offer, not only because of the huge amount of money, but also for taking a break from your hectic schedule and enjoying some mind games that show your intelligence.
What you didn't expect though is that you would see another idol participating in that show. You were internally shocked when you walked in through the door to meet the participants, and saw Boo Seungkwan, a member of the popular kpop group, Seventeen, and the main vocalist as well. But it does make sense to you when you realise that Seungkwan is well known for his variety shows skills, and how much of an entertainer he is, not to mention how smart he really is.
And it's definitely not weird when you get close to Seungkwan in no time, you are both idols, so you only feel comfortable with Seungkwan at first. Seungkwan is the first one to talk to you, a soft smile grazing his lips as he greets you shyly. You of course exchange the greeting instantly, feeling a sense of relief that at least you have someone you kind of know and works in the same industry as you.
Seungkwan notices how you slightly distance yourself from the other people in the first game, so he asks if you want to team up with him, and you have never felt more grateful. It's not like you don't want to interact with anyone at all, it's just that it's the first day, and the first game, you can't really expect yourself to get close and comfortable with anyone you don't personally know.
But you soon feel yourself growing more comfortable with all of the participants, since lots of the games require teamwork, you all have to get close to each other.
But you don't expect how the whole cast at the show would like you a bit too much, heck even Kim Dong jae, and Kwak Joon bin have shamelessly said that you are their type in front of the cameras. Normally you would feel shy or awkward, but in this case you just laugh it off.
And this exact moment has to be your favourite part of the day, where it would start to get dark outside and you all would start drinking and talking about anything and everything. Just like how it is now.
Holding the glass of wine in your hand, a soft giggle leaves your lips at some joke Lee Shi won has made, making fun of how Orbit almost betrayed the other team.
“That's not true! I would never do that” Orbit defend himself.
“Yes you did, you made Seungkwan lose” Seo Dong joo intervenes, pointing accusingly at Orbit.
Orbit shakes his head at the way they are attacking him, “I didn’t, I just wanted the team to win”.
Seungkwan laughs, “you didn't win though, I almost had to go to the prison”.
“You should thank Y/N, you didn't go to prison because of the piece she gave you” Ha Seok jin pats Seungkwan’s back before taking a big gulp of the wine he's holding.
Seungkwan nods instantly, turning his head to your direction, “I've already thanked her, but thank you again Y/N, because of you I was able to stay alive for this day as well”.
You shake your head with a smile, “it's nothing, really, you didn't deserve to go to the prison, I thought it was unfair since Orbit made you lose”.
The whole cast laughs at how your words make Orbit sigh in annoyance, playfully of course. You bring the glass closer to your lips, taking a sip of the wine you've been drinking, it's starting to get late, and slowly the people that are sitting with you in the living room are going to bed, until you, Shi won, and Seungkwan are the only people left.
“I wonder what kind of games they will give us, I just have two pieces left, it's making me worried” Shi won pouts, leaning forward to place down her glass on the table.
“You shouldn't be worried! It's better than having one piece” Seungkwan argues, dramatically expressing his feelings.
“I will help you tomorrow” Shi won smiles, “do you want to be on my team this time, Y/N?”.
You nod, returning the smile, “sure!”.
It's honestly safe and fun to play with Shi won, not because of how smart she is, but also because of how kind and caring she really is.
“Great!” She jumps in her seat before getting up, “I'm going to bed now, you guys have a great time, good night”.
“Good night!” You and Seungkwan bid her a good night as she walks out of the living room, heading to her own room, and leaving you alone with Seungkwan. Your eyes trail her silhouette from behind before slowly shifting them to Seungkwan, who is already staring at you.
“Aren't you going to bed?” He asks.
“No, not yet” you shake your head, suddenly feeling shy at his presence and the way he sounds, “what about you?”.
“Same here, I'm not feeling sleepy yet” Seungkwan smiles, throwing his head back when taking the alcohol.
You nod, shifting your eyes to your lap, fidgeting with your glass nervously at how hot Seungkwan looks. You are not sure if it's the alcohol that makes you feel some type of way about the man in front of you, but you don't mind it a bit.
“Shi won is right, I really wonder what type of games we will have tomorrow” you say, trying not to make the atmosphere around you and Seungkwan too awkward.
Seungkwan nods, “yeah, I just hope it won't be as complicated as today's game”.
A soft giggle escapes you as you agree, “right! You were almost fooled”.
Seungkwan chuckles, “I was too naive, once again kindness loses”.
You laugh, filling yourself another glass of wine. Seungkwan is literally intrigued by your beauty and your pretty giggles, he feels warmth growing in his chest just by seeing your smile.
Just when you take another sip of the wine you hear some mumbling coming from Seungkwan, making you turn to look at him, “you said something?”.
Seungkwan inhales sharply, you look so adorable tilting your head as you ask him something he barely heard, his eyes were remaining on your stained lips the whole time to hear what you said, “I- it's just that, you look so pretty, I don't mean it in a creepy way of course!”.
Your cheeks heat up, and you feel tingles in your stomach, he is seriously driving you crazy, especially when you caught him looking at your lips for a brief moment, “o-oh thanks, you look good as well”.
Your voice is soft and low, shyly muttering those words as you stare at the glass you are twirling in your hand. Thank god the cameras have stopped shooting.
Seungkwan curses under his breath, you indeed look gorgeous, and for that he lets his eyes take in your beauty.
When you don't hear anything from Seungkwan, you look back at him, only to find him staring deeply at you with a slight flushed face, probably because of the alcohol he has been taking, but god does he look good!
Your heart beats faster at the way he is looking at you, and you feel something switched in the air, a sudden tension is starting to grow between the both of you, and neither one of you is willing to cut it.
Seungkwan eyes linger on your lips, how plump and soft they look, so tempting and kissable, and the reddish color from the wine you've been drinking is like the icing on the cake, and Seungkwan thinks he might go crazy just staring at your lips.
“Can I kiss you?” The ask comes out sounding soft and quiet, Seungkwan’s eyes shift from your lips to your eyes, seeing how wide they went, he instantly moved away from you, thinking that he has gone way too far with you and made you uncomfortable, “I'm so sorry, forget what I-”.
“Yes” you cut him off, grabbing his forearm gently and bringing yourself closer to him.
Now it's Seungkwan’s turn to widen his eyes, gulping before relaxing under your touches, “a-are you sure?”.
“Hmm” you hum in agreement, trailing your hand up to his shoulder as you stare at his own soft lips.
Seungkwan lifts his hand to hold yours that is on his left shoulder, placing it atop your smaller one, and leaning his head forward, shortening the gap between the both of you.
Your breath hitches when you feel his breath hitting you, his fluffy hair tickling your face as he tilts his head to the side, waiting for a last confirmation signal from you.
“Seungkwan” you can't help but to whine his name, not liking how he is keeping you waiting when he is this close to touching your lips.
Seungkwan inhales sharply, he never knew his name would sound so pretty coming from someone, but the person in disguise is you, the prettiest woman he has ever seen. Seungkwan wastes no time in pressing his lips on yours gently, just barely capturing your lips on his and softly kissing you, hesitating to deepen it.
And of course it's not satisfying you, his lips feel so soft and good against yours, so not properly kissing him would be a crime. You slightly open your mouth, hoping he would get the hint that you want more of his lips, you need more of his lips, you demand for your own lips to get ruined by him.
Seungkwan definitely gets what you want, seeing that you give him the green light to kiss you even more deeper and more feverishly makes something click inside him. He was just hesitant to deepen your little make out session, and he thought he wouldn't be more happy if you just let him peck your lips and left him alone, but now that you're letting him have his way at kissing your tempting lips just like how he wants, he thinks he could die a happy man.
You feel Seungkwan sliding his tongue inside your opened mouth, meeting your tongue for the first time, and your stomach flutters at the feeling. A small whimper escapes you as soon as he starts twirling his tongue around yours, deliciously playing with your tongue.
You can't help but lift yourself slightly, wrapping your arms around Seungkwan’s neck, as your leg moves to straddle him. Seungkwan hums against your lips, his hands finding your hips, pulling you down on his lap.
“Seungkwan” you pant, taking a break when you feel yourself sitting on his thick and delicious-looking thighs.
“Yes?” Seungkwan whispers, fighting the strong urge to capture your plump lips with his again.
His breathy voice sounds so overwhelming to you, and you pull him into another kiss, clutching his shirt on his broad shoulders.
Seungkwan groans, the taste of the wine on your lips is literally driving him insane, making him suck the wine out of your lips like a madman, he thinks he can get drunk by kissing your lips alone.
Your moans are unstoppable, loving every second of how Seungkwan is sloppily tracing his tongue over your bottom lip before tugging it slightly with his teeth, sucking your tongue lewdly. Taking your swollen lips once again with his, Seungkwan feels bold this time, letting his hands wander around your body, caressing your waist with one hand as the other is placed on your thigh.
“Your lips taste so sweet, sweeter than the wine I had” Seungkwan mutters, licking your lips before pushing it inside your mouth again, tasting the lingering wine on your tongue.
You gasp in his lips, starting to grind your hips over his thighs, dangerously close to his clothed crotch. The feeling of you rubbing yourself on him makes Seungkwan moans, tightening his grip on you.
“B-baby wait, we are in the middle of the living room, anyone can walk in” Seungkwan pulls away from your lips, uttering these words despite him almost guiding your thrusts on him.
You whine, “I don't care, no is here, kwannie, they all went to sleep”.
Seungkwan groans, throwing his head back against the couch. Surely it's dangerous what you're doing, but god does he love it, the thought of getting caught makes the adrenaline rush inside his veins, “you're gonna be the death of me”.
His hands massage your hips, pushing you down harder on his cock, you can feel how hard he is and the outline of his dick is pressing on your crotch in an amazing way.
“Feel that, pretty? See how hard my cock is?” Seungkwan’s warm breaths hit your flushed face. You feel him kissing your cheek down to your jaw as he rocks your hips on his pelvis.
“K-kwan! Fuck, you feel so good” you don't realize how loud you're being until Seungkwan places his hand over your mouth, pretty fingers pressing on your lips. But you don't care the slightest, grinding your hips on his clothed cock with much force now, feeling a coil start to grow in your stomach.
“Baby, can you take this off for me?” Seungkwan tugs at the waistband of your flared jeans, playing with the button of your pants.
You nod eagerly, immediately getting up and pulling down your pants, throwing it to the side before sitting back on Seungkwan's lap, “kwannie, please, can you also take your shorts off? Is that okay?”.
Seungkwan curses under his breath, you look so pretty, and you have no right being this pretty even when asking for something explicit and filthy, “this is more than okay, princess”.
You blush upon the nickname he addresses you, how the hell can he manage to make you flustered doing the bare minimum?! You don't know, but you certainly don't complain. You gulp at the sight of Seungkwan tugging his black shorts down, exposing his glorious thighs, lingering your eyes on them for a bit too long with a dazed look adoring your face.
“Y-you're so hot” you mumble, bringing your fingers to your lips to stifle a moan.
Seungkwan smiles, feeling his cheeks heat up, “I can say the same thing about you” he pulls you back into his lap, sitting you directly on his crotch.
You moan loudly at the astonishing sensation of your clothes pussy rubbing against his thick cock. Throwing your head back as you clutch Seungkwan’s shirt for dear life, grinding your hips harder on him.
Seungkwan can't hold back the quiet groan from escaping him, letting you go at the speed you want instead of being mean to you, since you look too desperate and pathetic to stop you from chasing your high. His hands are under your shirt, feeling your soft and hot skin under his palms, trailing them up to cup your bra, holding your pretty tits in both of his hands as he gropes them towards him.
You're in cloud nine, shaking in Seungkwan's lap as you speed up your pace, pressing your cunt down further into Seungkwan’s hard dick. The only thing that is disturbing you is how wet you are and how your panties stick to you in an uncomfortable way, but gosh you don't even need to think of that when you are in Seungkwan’s lap.
“Gosh, you feel amazing” you whine, changing your rhythm of grinding to one that makes Seungkwan’s cock hits the right place, leading you and Seungkwan to moan so fucking loudly, not even caring if you have woken up anyone at this point.
But Seungkwan is way better than you at controlling himself, and way smarter than you to think of occupying his mouth to not ruin your pleasure time by making someone walk in – so he dips his head under you shirt, the hand that is still playing with your clothed breasts yanks your lacy bra down enough for him to feel your bare tits on contact with his pretty face. He rubs his head on your pretty tits, smushing his face in between them, “they feel so soft, I just know they would look so pretty” he mumbles as he kisses your soft skin before taking one of your tits in his mouth.
It's too much for you to take, everything that is happening to you is so fucking overwhelming, your grinding has lost the rythm, yet impressively, your pace doesn't falter, “S-Seungkwan, please”, you don't even know what are you begging for, you just don't seem to keep your mouth shut.
Seungkwan hums, focusing on what's on his mouth right now, sucking at your tit and circling his tongue around your perky nipple, finding pleasure just in doing so. His mouth is skillful, he knows how to use his tongue enough to make you see stars, you just know that he is an expert at eating a pussy out, but that's not what the concern is about right now.
Heavenly, it's what Seungkwan would describe how you pretty tits feel, he is in love with them, can't bring himself to stop from sucking and licking at your breasts – even with the uncomfortable angle of his neck under your shirt, he doesn't give a fuck, not when he gets to feel and suckle your tits in return.
“Kwanie, f-fuck!” You feel the knot inside your stomach is about to snap, panties so soaked to the point where you also ruined Seungkwan's boxers, but he doesn't mind the slightest, “Seungkwan, I'm-I'm close”.
“Cum for me, pretty” Seungkwan mutters from under your shirt with your tits suffocating his pretty face.
You chase your high, grinding yourself even harder on Seungkwan’s dick that makes him moan, feeling his own orgasm getting closer.
Seungkwan is sharp, he is quick to know that you are going to come from the way your body shudders, so he instantly pulls his head out of your shirt, capturing your lips just when you let out a loud whimper, saving the pretty sound for himself. He throws his head back when he feels your arousal dripping down to his thighs, the sight of you above him is such a gorgeous sight that he wants to keep it to himself and only himself. And by that thought, Seungkwan comes in his boxers right after you.
Both of you are panting a mess, catching your breaths from the mind blowing experience, yet, you are not satisfied – no one can blame you though, you need more of him, you need to come once again by his cock this time.
“K-kwanie, I need you, c-can I please-?” You mumble shyly, pretty face flushed as your fingers run gracefully over his lower stomach beneath his shirt.
Seungkwan being observant, he gets what you mean, you want his cock, you want it inside you, inside your cunt for him to fuck.
“Of course you can, sweet thing” a frown forms his eyebrows as he runs his pretty fingers along your back, sounding so breathy and pretty.
You waste no time at pulling down Seungkwan's boxers enough to reveal his cock, long and curved just right and pretty like him, it makes your mouth water. Seungkwan stares down at you through his lashes with a smug smile tugging at his soft lips, you look so cute admiring his cock that he just wants to fuck you senseless.
You feel his cock twitch in your hand when you hold it in your delicate fingers, making you smile shyly – your other hand pulls your panties to the side, exposing your cunt that has Seungkwan’s pupils growing wide and his cock growing hard again.
Your head drops as you place the tip of Seungkwan's cock on your entrance, earning a groan from both of you, cunt is sensitive but you pay it no mind. You push his cock inside you, sinking down inch by inch slowly, your pussy walls eagerly swallowing him.
“Gosh, you feel so good, princess” Seungkwan growls, tightly holding your hips at how your tight, velvety walls are squeezing him.
“K-kwan” you whine pathetically, feeling your thighs shaking when you have his dick balls deep inside you.
Your eyes roll back when you lift your hips only to slam them back on his thighs – the feeling of Seungkwan's long dick hitting deep inside you is so addictive that you can't stop yourself from riding his thighs again.
“Fuck fuck fuck you feel so good” you whimper, loving how he slides in and out of you.
Seungkwan’s lips find your neck, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, biting the soft skin to hide his pretty sounds harshly enough to bruise your neck.
Soon your pace falters, no more energy left in you but you still want to keep going. Whines leaves your pouty lips as you stop fucking yourself on Seungkwan, and Seungkwan shifts his eyes to look at you, confused at why you stop riding him, only to figure out that your legs have given up, and he has to do something about. Of course he wouldn't want to pull out when he is close to cumming again, neither would you.
“Tired already, princess? Want me to make you come?” He teases.
You nod so fast it's almost pathetic, “y-yes fuck, Seungkwan, please I need you”.
Seungkwan grins, “but I'm right here, princess”.
“Kwan!” you whine, weakly lifting your hips with what's left of power in you, and push yourself down, his cock fills you up so good.
“Fuck” Seungkwan hisses, you've got him wrapped around your finger with how desperate and pretty you look, asking to come by him.
He bucked up his hips, reaching deep where you need him the most, forcing a squeak out of you, and a throaty groan from him.
“Gosh you feel amazing, your pussy is the best, so good and tight” his hands grab at your hips, lifting you with ease and slamming you down on his hard cock, nails digging into your ass flesh at how rough he is being, using you like a fuck toy for him to fuck.
Your mind is hazy, white dots filling your vision, and pretty, sinful sounds escaping you with every thrust at how good he is fucking you. Your body is weak and sensitive, you want to tell him that you can't ride him anymore, your thighs are begging for a rest, but you don't dare to utter a word – in love with how he is manhandling you like that, bruising your hips with how tight he is holding them, forcing you up and down until he comes.
“I'm close, so fucking close” you cry, tugging at Seungkwan's soft hair.
“That's it, cum for me, princess” he encourages you, sending you to heaven with how breathy he sounds and that pretty smile of his.
“Mmm want you to cum inside me” you mumble, pretty eyes closed.
Seungkwan almost cum when he hears you saying that, you want him to cum inside you? Filling your tight, little cunt with his cum? You really are going to be the death of him.
“Yeah? Is that what you want, pretty princess? Me to stuff you full of my cum?” He asks, sticking out his tongue to lick at your pouty, lower lip teasingly.
“Yeah, please stuff me full of your cum, need it so bad, kwanie” you chase his lips when he pulls away, earning a low chuckle from him.
“Then you better take it, baby, do not waste a single drop, got it, princess?” Seungkwan himself is shocked at himself for saying that, never has he known that his mouth can say such things, you are bringing out sides of him that he never knows he has, and he loves it.
You nod your head repeatedly, tears forming your pretty eyes, “I will not let it go to waste, please, I need to cum”.
He chuckles, “I already told you to cum for me, sweet thing, didn't I, or am I fucking you stupid enough to remember that?”.
Gosh you love how he talks, how he sounds, and how he looks, everything about him is mesmerising, you are head over heels for him, and you will make sure to let him know that later.
You don't hold back yourself from creaming on him – on his dick that is still inside you, fucking you through your orgasm that you shudder, “k-kwan, please, I can't take more”.
“I know you are still sensitive, baby, but I got to cum as well, right? Isn't that what you want? Me to cum inside you?” His hand is flat on your stomach, feeling his bulge inside you, while his other hand is busy holding your powerless body and using you to chase his orgasm.
You nod weakly, shaking above the stunning man you are sitting on. Seungkwan feels a knot in his stomach about to snap, making him curse under his breath and quickening his thrusts inside you, roughly holding your body, “gonna cum, princess, fuck”.
You hold his neck, encouraging him to finish inside you just like how you wished. And he does. You feel warm and thick ropes hitting inside you, gathering around your stomach and staying there, sure to make you feel them in your guts before slowly dripping down both of your thighs. And Seungkwan is in love with how good this feels, can't hold himself back from thrusting slowly inside you again.
You can't help but moan, and as much as it's embarrassing and shameful for you to say, you fucking love how Seungkwan is fucking you even after cumming, sliding his cock that is coated with your and his arousal, just obsessed with the warm feeling – obsessed with you in general.
Your head drops on his shoulder, panting a mess, grabbing him for dear life as if he is going to disappear from you at any moment.
“I love you” you hear Seungkwan whisper, making you smile.
“I love you too” you place a chaste kiss to his soft lips, looking at him with withered eyes, “do you think they heard us?”.
Seungkwan chuckles, “I don't know, probably”.
Let's say that none of the participants in the show were able to sleep that night.
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yandere-aventurine · 3 days
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I've been thinking about this a lot after reading your works since he's a captor in most of your original works--
What do you think about Aventurine with a Darling that has a Stockholm Syndrome? Will he be more thrilled or will he got a little disappointed at the adrenaline lost? The chances of this occurrence is really low too, but he'll start to digest that his darling tend to lean more to his touches. Less fights and such, or maybe she starts to question him more if he went out for an extended amount of period, "Where were you last week?"
She starts to understand that maybe he's right, he loves her and being locked up inside his house is for the best. I mean, Darling's entertainment would probably be books at most, and seeing him starts to be the highlight of the day. He did treat her well, didn't he? There's no proof that Aventurine is doing any harm to her!
The lines are starting to get fuzzy and blurred for her and she unconsciously wait for him to play more games with her, or simply have a dinner with him. He'll finally notice that he has his most loved ones waiting for him back at home.
Also this would count as my second request/asks so feel free to ignore too!!
Aaaa I’m so glad to see you in my inbox again! You’re welcome to send anything any time! ✨ I really love to hear from you and do your requests!
Warnings: Fem reader, Noncon themes, noncon touching and kissing, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome back to noncon, mentions of manipulation from reader but it's just Aventurine being like "what if she's just doing this so I give her what she wants" and not actually, reader is baby, and mentions of her having a loving family (in case that's upsetting for anyone)
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You may be a bird trapped in a cage, but that wouldn’t stop you from trying to fly in the cramped space that you do have.
You find that after being caged for an extended period of time, even the most wild of animals will yearn for the artificial light provided by its captor. It may not compare to the light of the sun itself, but there is a strange sort of comfort to find in it nevertheless. You will find yourself admiring the ceiling painted blue with clouds like the sky, and before you know it, you forget there was ever a difference between your artificial reality and the real outside world itself.
The indoor garden becomes as real to you as actually walking among the trees. And it isn’t long before Aventurine’s affection for you is treated the same way. Yes, this may be an artificial love, a mockery of a real connection between lovers, one that he forced, but it becomes as real to you as that mural on the ceiling he crafted to comfort you.
In the beginning, he thinks when you return his hugs and kisses when he gets home, that you must want something from him and you’re doing it just to manipulate him and get what you want out of him.
He thinks you’re lying when you tell him that you missed him while he was gone.
But he decided he doesn’t care, because any amount of affection he receives is worth the price of whatever you wanted in return.
Aventurine moves to strip you of your clothes after another long and hard day at work, and for the first time, you don’t push him away or fight him.
For the first time, you kiss him back just as fiercely as his tongue tangles with yours, fighting his for dominance as if you could ever truly overpower him.
You don’t cry when he removes your panties and shoves his fingers between your slit, swirling them around and getting them coated with your wetness. Aventurine finds himself smirking with satisfaction at how wet you already are. Normally, he has to force it out of you, rub at your clit until you’re screaming and squirming in his hold, fighting him like your life depends on it. 
It always ends the same way. Before long, you’re dripping and wet and needy for him, no matter how much of a fight you put up.
But this time your body has responded to him of your own free will, from just a little bit of kissing.
As if you were waiting for this moment all day.
“You finally gave in, didn’t you?” He asks in total disbelief, breathing a sigh of relief as he frees himself from his pants. His heart feels warm and fuzzy at the realization. 
You nod slowly, “I… I think I’m in love with you.” And he sees no dishonesty in your eyes or expression, you’re telling him the truth.
And his heart soars. You can finally act like real lovers together. No more fighting, no more tears, just true love and pure pleasure together.
Aventurine pulls you so close, so your body is pressed right up against his.
He’s over the moon, he’s so overjoyed he feels like he’s going to explode, he can’t contain the pure happiness this has brought him. It feels like you’ve been presented to him like a little present wrapped up in bows.
For weeks, he’s showering you with all the affection he had to force on you before. Completely unrestrained, the two of you don’t spend a second apart, and go at it like bunnies. And you gladly accept it, you lean into his touch and whimper and pant and moan for him like a good girl, and you even agree that being locked inside is the best thing for you and for him.
And then as months go on, the willing submission slowly loses a bit of its spark.
He still loves you, of course. He would never stop loving you. He loves you with all his heart and soul, more than anything and anyone. He’s so happy that you’re finally returning his feelings and affection without a fight, but… He starts to realize that some part of him enjoyed the way you would fight back, the way you would kick and scream and fight him and try to get away during sex.
It feels like his heart and his dick are at war, because while his heart is so happy that you love him back, or at least as much as you can in this situation, his dick unfortunately… craves to feel you fighting against him. He realizes it’s a desire born from pure physical arousal, an almost animalistic instinct, and that’s all it is.
But he wants it. He craves it. So, so badly.
So he tries to ignite the fight in you again, the flame of rebellion. He grows bolder and more touchy with you, he doesn’t even greet you before he’s ripping off your clothes when he gets home. Anything to try to get you to react negatively. But much to his surprise, you giggle and return his affection tenfold.
The gears are clicking in his head as he formulates a plan so he can have that game of chase, to play predator and prey with you once again.
Aventurine leans in so close, so close that his lips brush against your ear as he speaks, 
“The doors are all unlocked.
Let’s play a game, if you can escape the house before I catch you, I’ll let you go~”
As if that wasn’t enough, he slips in your hands a picture of your family. And not just one of the ones you brought here with you, this is a current picture. Of what they look like today, that you had no idea about. The people you love so much that you haven’t seen in years, who probably all thought you were dead.
“And since I’m feeling nice, I’ll give you a ten second head start.” And that’s all it takes to revive the fight in you. You’re ripping yourself out of his arms, you’re bolting for the door, you’re crying hysterically as you run through the giant maze he’s trapped you in.
For the first time in so long your loving home looks like the prison it truly is once again.
Your loving boyfriend is twisted back into the image of a monster keeping you trapped here.
And Aventurine laughs and feels the adrenaline coursing through his veins at your reaction.
Aventurine feels his dick throb at the sound of terror that rips out of you.
There it is.
“Ten…”
Dancing in those beautiful eyes of his is the sadistic glee of a predator, as he watches you run for your life and your freedom.
“Nine… Eight… Seven….”
All of your hopes and dreams are hinging on this, the merciful head start he gave you.
“Six… Five… Four…”
And he can’t wait to dash those hopes and rip them away from you all over again.
“Three… Two…”
He can’t wait to pounce on you and feel you fight underneath him once more, to feel your fear spark pleasure down his spine.
“One~”
The chase has only just begun.
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