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c0mbatchameleon · 25 days

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@jegulus-microfic April 21st, prompt: run, words: 1160, nsfw

aka regulus comes until he cries? that’s basically it yeah (+t4t jeg)

He shouldn’t cry.

It’s what Regulus has heard since—well, as early as he can remember. Crying is a vulnerability he can’t afford, a sign of weakness, and the Black family are anything but weak. Don’t be a baby, they’d say—to the literal fucking baby.

The last time Regulus cried was when he was 7 years old, he thinks—his mother certainly made sure he never did it again. And even long after he left that house behind, left his family and everything they stand for, found a new family, found a new home and new self unrestrained by hatred and abuse, transitioned, finally became comfortable with himself, his identity—after all of it, this is what he’s held onto. The belief that he shouldnt cry.

At least, it was what he held onto.

Now, as Regulus finds himself bent over the kitchen counter, nails dragging down the cool granite that he’s pressed flush against, he’s beginning to think crying isn’t so bad after all.

The tears started falling after his second consecutive orgasm, streaming freely down his face as he convulsed around James’ strap. James only slowed his thrusts to something deep and drawn out as he leaned forward and cooed, “That’s it baby, let it out,” hot breath cascading down Regulus’s ear and neck, hand stroking his hair gently. Languid kisses pressed down his neck and shoulder as he twitched and softly gasped in overstimulation.

He barely got a chance to catch his breath before—

“How ‘bout one more for me, yeah?” And just like that, James was drawing out and ramming back into him with a brutal pace. Regulus let out a choked gasp as his vision whited out, back arching, legs shaking. All he could respond was a tear-streaked string of oh fuck oh fuck oh fu—ah—please as James continued chanting soft praise and encouragement, railing him into a new fucking plane of existence.

That leaves him here, hurtling head first towards a third orgasm and choking on intermittent sobs and moans in rhythm with James’ thrusts. Each one is hitting that spot that sends a line of white-hot electricity up his navel, fraying his nerves until his entire body feels like an exposed wire. His hands grab for purchase on the countertop, unsuccessfully, as he tries to drag himself up, away, anywhere to put distance between himself and the onslaught of pleasure-pain that’s spreading like a fire across his whole body.

But James only digs his hand into Regulus’ curls and pulls, the other wrapped around the front of him so Regulus’ cock grinds into it with each movement of their hips. “Where are you trying to run off to, love?” he teases as his grip tightens and holds Regulus in place.

“Oh fuck— I can’t—“ Regulus’ own moan cuts him off, loud and lacking shame. “S’too much,” he whines.

“But you love it, don’t you?” Soft lips trace up behind his ear. “You don’t want me to stop, love, do you?” Regulus’ eyes roll back into his head. The hand presses down further on his cock and another sob escapes him. “C’mon, tell me how much you love it when I take you apart like this,” James coaxes, pulling him up further by his hair so that he has to balance on his forearms, his head falling back.

And, here, in this state of over-saturated, pure white static bliss where Regulus can barely distinguish reality, the world around him, anything other than James’ hands and James’ lips and James’ sweet-honey voice and James and James and James, the only thought he can form amidst the haze is the one James has supplied for him so graciously, so giving as always: that he loves it.

You love it, don’t you?

And Regulus does.

He loves having his walls taken down, brick by brick until he’s bare, surrendered to pleasure and to release. God, he fucking loves this release. The kind he never allowed himself before, the way it washes over his whole body and builds up like a dam, the way it flows in and out of him, completely open, running rivers down his face and sending shocks out from his core, chest heaving, bones melting, transcending his own body and yet more grounded in it than he’s ever been. He’s nothing but skin and shaking muscle and neuron and nerve ending and pure, unfiltered feeling, and, yes, he loves it. So, he does what he’s told and voices it, let’s it flow out of him like the rest of the dam, frantic and breathless.

“I love it, I—ah—oh—I love it, I love it I love it I—fuck—“

“That’s good, that’s right, fuck, you’re doing so well, baby. You look so pretty when you cry like this” James praises, breathless now, tone soaked in awe and pure adoration as he watches Regulus repeat the phrase like a mantra, an oath, a prayer, the words melting together to the point of near incoherence: I love it I love it Iloveitloveitloveitloveloveitloveit.

“That’s it, I know, baby,” he tugs on Regulus’ curls again, pulling him up against his chest. The new angle makes his cock drive deeper into Regulus, drawing a strangled moan out between his quick, gasping breaths. “Why don’t you show me how much?”

His fingers move in quick circles on Regulus’ cock, other arm wrapping around his shoulders to hold him up. “C’mon, let go for me one more time, Star.”

The simple order is all it takes. When Regulus comes, it’s with stars behind his eyes and tears flowing freely and a scream tearing through him, head hanging back on James’ shoulder, back bowed, clenching down on silicone as shudders rack through his body in waves. James works him through it with a slew of there you go and so good for me and so perfect and show me how good it feels, baby, that’s it.

He collapses back onto James, boneless, and breathes. Shakily. James squeezes him tight. All that concentrated flame has simmered and spread out into something soft and warm and buzzing all throughout his body. A small whimper escapes at the feeling of James pulling out, his core still throbbing around nothing.

James scoops him up easily, laying him down gently on the couch in the next room, and kneels down to cradle his face with his hands.

“Okay?” he asks softly, kissing Regulus’ forehead.

Regulus keeps his eyes closed and smiles in delirious dream-state bliss, just barely aware that he’s still sniffling. “Love it,” he mumbles, and James snorts as his thumbs swipe back and forth under his eyes. His head is still cloudy, his body floating somewhere with it. “Love you,” he adds dazedly.

“Always so sweet after you come,” James remarks. “Think if I get you to five next time you’d propose to me after?”

If Regulus had the energy, he’d roll his eyes. Instead, he reaches out and runs his hand through James’ hair, down the back of his neck, along the scars on his chest, down his arm where he grabs his hand and pulls it into his own chest, body curling around it like he’s hoarding it. James doesn’t seem to mind. “We’re already married, James,” Regulus mumbles. “I literally proposed.”

James chuckles softly, fondly. “I love you, too, Star.”

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torimurphy · 20 days

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st4rr-girrl · 7 months

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Video Games

M.R

Summary; The toxic relationship between Mattheo and (Y/n).

Warnings; unrequited love, asshole Mattheo, NSFW, slight smut, angst, swearing.

A/N; this was my first song fic— but I hope you like it! This took me like two hours to write and I’m not joking 😭😭

Based on the song — video games, by Lana Del Rey

Swinging in the backyard.

Pull up in your fast car.

Whistling my name.

“(Y/n!)” Mattheo called out, with a wide, slap-able grin on his face. He was seated in the front seat of his fast, expensive mustang— watching your figure as you swung on the swing located in front of your house. It was summer, which meant you didn’t have to be at Hogwarts.

You excitedly hopped off the swing, your hair flowing in the wind as you rushed up to his car with a smile. “Hi Mattheo.” You cooed to your boyfriend, opening the car door and getting seated in the passenger seat. He nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes scanning up and down your body— but never landing on your face.

Without another word, he drove you to his house.

Open up a beer,

And you say, "Get over here

And play a video game.”

“(Y/n)! Check out this new video game I just got!” Mattheo called out from his bedroom. Wearing a white tank top, and underwear— as you two had just had intercourse— you kicked the fridge shut gently, and brought the two beers in your hand to his bedroom. You smiled sadly, your gaze flickering to the TV— which had his newest video game displayed on it. He was seated on his bed, biting his lip in concentration as his hands guided their way over his controller. You sat down in his bed, opening the beer and taking a swig before tossing the other beer next to him.

I'm in his favourite sundress.

Watchin' me get undressed,

Take that body downtown.

You were getting ready for a date with Mattheo, smiling to yourself in the mirror as you applied your lipgloss. You were wearing Mattheo’s favorite sundress, along with his favorite perfume— in order to please him. You ruffled your hair up, to give it more volume, before standing up as you heard a honk outside your house. You happily strolled downstairs, a small pep in your step as you opened the front door. A wide grin melting into your delicate features as you walked to his car, opening it and taking a seat in the passenger side.

“Hi baby.” You smiled, kissing his cheek affectionately. His eyes scanned up and down your body, before he bit his lip and turned his gaze back to the road and started to drive.

“You look amazing.” He complimented, making your cheeks flush and your heart pound.

You offered a cheeky grin, staring at your lap and clasping your hands together. “Thank you.”

Mattheo sat on his bed, watching as you slowly took your sundress off. His gaze was filled with lust and hunger as he stared at your body, biting his lip subconsciously. You wanted nothing more than to please him, and do whatever he asked of you.

You were laying in bed with Mattheo on top you you. “Fuck, baby. Your body is so hot.” He spoke breathlessly, pulling himself out of you before grabbing the beer on his nightstand. He stood up, putting his boxers on before walking to his TV and turning it on, before sitting back in bed and opening up his video game.

I say “You the bestest.”

Lean in for a big kiss,

Put his favorite perfume on.

Go play your video game.

“You’re the best, Mattheo.” You whispered, leaning up and kissing him passionately. He kissed back, in a half-assed manner— his eyes still glued onto his video game. You pulled away, frowning slightly as he turned his full attention to the video game. Heaving a sigh, you stood up and walked to the bathroom. You wet a rag, cleaning up what Mattheo had left behind on your skin with a small, sad frown.

It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you.

Everything I do.

I tell you all the time,

“Heaven is a place on earth with you.” You whispered, your hand running through his hair as he laid in your lap, playing his video game. He didn’t seem to be listening, however. “Tell me all the things you wanna do.” You cooed seductively, biting your lip as he raised a brow, redirecting his attention to you with a lustful smile. If intercourse is what you had to do to get his attention, you’d do it. But instead he turned his attention back to his video game, with a shrug— insinuating he only wanted to play his video game without you getting involved.

I heard you like the bad girls, honey.

Is that true?

“What’s your type?” Theo asked Mattheo with a small smirk, assuming he’d describe you. Neither of them seemed to notice your presence lingering behind the corner of the hallway— peeking into the living-room where the two boys were smoking and drinking.

“I like bad girls.” Mattheo replied with a smirk of his own, raising a brow. Theo looked slightly surprised, and raised a brow aswell. You weren’t a bad girl. You were a good girl, who got good grades and stayed out of trouble. You frowned, backing up and walking down the hallway.

After summer, you returned to Hogwarts.

“Take it back, bitch!!” You shouted, kicking and punching the air as a Professor dragged you off of a girl. The girl had a fat lip, and forming bruises as she was also being dragged away from you.

“Never, slut!” She screeched, trying to pull away from the Professor to attack you.

Before you met Mattheo, you would’ve never done something like this. You would’ve simply kept your head down and kept walking. But after the conversation you overheard, you tried your hardest to be the one he wanted.

Mattheo smirked as he saw this, his amusement arising as he stared at you. He was turned on, but felt no sort of affection towards you. He was apathetic.

You and Mattheo were sitting in his bed in his dorm room, and per usual, he was invested in his video game. You grabbed a cigarette, lighting it and numbly staring at the screen as you took a drag. Mattheo smirked with a raised brow, turning his head towards you. “Since when do you smoke?” He snickered cruelly.

“Since now.”

It’s better than I ever even knew.

They say the world was built for two.

Only worth living is somebody is loving you.

And baby, now you do.

With your newfound personality change for Mattheo, his interest in you rose— only noticeably to you. You soaked up the attention, getting into fights, smoking, drinking, getting piercings, anything to get his attention. It was working.

Swingin’ in the old bars,

Swingin’ with the old stars,

Livin’ for the fame.

You felt famous. Not only were you collecting the sliver of attention from Mattheo, but the people at school seemed to notice the behavior from you. Mattheo found it amusing, others found it disturbing and dramatic, but teachers found it disappointing and heartbreaking.

Kissin’ in the blue dark,

Playin’ pool and wild darts,

Video games.

You were at a party, sitting down on the couch and chugging the alcohol from your bottle. You were already drunk, and on the verge of blacking out. The music was muffled, and your eyes were red and half lidded. Mattheo was speaking with his friends, before noticing you. He strolled over to you, and took a seat next to you.

He holds me in his big arms,

Drunk and I am seeing stars,

This is all I think of.

You started making out with Mattheo in the corner passionately. A red solo cup half empty with alcohol, and a burning cigarette in your opposite hand. You were drunk, and the world was spinning— but you felt safe in Mattheo’s arms.

Watchin’ all our friends fall,

In and out of old Paul’s.

This is my idea of fun.

Video games.

Your friends got drunk every other night, stealing the alcohol from the Old Paul’s bar, with fake IDS. You joined them, stumbling in and out of the bar feeling giddy and giggly from the alcohol in your veins.

It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you.

Everything I do.

I tell you all the time,

“Heaven is a place on earth with you.” You reminded him, as he played his video games— even though you knew he wouldn’t be listening to you. “Tell me all the things you wanna do.” You tried speaking, but he was completely and utterly enamored in the video game he was playing. With a defeated sigh, you laid down and smoked a cigarette, staring at the ceiling.

I heard you like all the bad girls, honey.

Is that true?

Even as you continued being a bad influence, he slowly got used to it— which meant less attention. You felt defeated. You stayed up, wondering how he could put you through so much and not even feel a single inch of love towards you. After the things you did for him. The effort you put into your relationship. You felt lost, and unloved.

It’s better than I ever even knew.

They say the world was built for two.

Only worth living if somebody is loving you.

And baby, now you do.

After a while, you gave up on trying to grab his attention by being a troublemaker. You felt so alone. You stopped trying so hard, and your relationship only surrounded sex. You started being less of a troublemaker, and focused more on school than anything else.

It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you.

Everything I do.

I tell you all the time,

“Heaven is a place on earth with you.”

“Tell me all the things you want to do.”

I heard you like the bad girls, honey.

Is that true?

He started to miss your voice. He started to miss how you would constantly boost his ego, and support him with whatever he was doing. How you would do small things for him, and how much affection you showered him in. How much trouble you’d get into just to be considered ‘his type.’

It’s better than I ever even knew.

They say the world was built for two.

Only worth living if somebody is loving you.

And baby, now you do.

He loved you now. But it was too late. You had broken up with him, separated yourself from your friends and focused on your schoolwork. He stared at you in the halls, during class, during dinner, breakfast, and lunch. He looked at your face. Something he failed to do when you were together. Now he was the one who had to fight for your attention. And holy fuck, it hurt him so bad.

And now you do.

Now you do.

Baby, now you do.

(Requested by @priyanichhabra)

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rehenys · 6 days

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Cherry Red ~ T.Wolff

Tw: Smut, Swearing, Age Gap, possessive, usage of Brat, BJ. Synopsis: Toto and his Girlfriend have a bit of fun at the pool

Torger never thought he would have a young girlfriend at 45, but here he was with his bratty girlfriend who was dressed in a skimpy bikini lounging by the pool at his summer house. Her soft lips wrapped around a cherry red lollipop, His swim trunks tighten just watching her causally sucking on her lollipop while reading her novel. Fucksake she looks irresistible.

He groans inwardly looking down at his tightened trunks, he was working today and she didn’t like that, fucking brat! She always gets what she wants and Torger will do anything to give her what she wants, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have fun while doing it and right now all she wants is him.

He smirks, if she’s going to play that game he can too. Moving his laptop away, she watches his every move. She pushes her white sunglasses to the tip of her nose, with that darn lollipop between her lips.

Leaning back Torger deliberately unties his drawstring as slow as possible even though every movement of his trunks against his cock makes him groan, finally he unties it languidly stoking his cock making him groan even louder than before, he knows he has her attention when he hears the thud of her book on the side table as she slowly makes her way to the patio while her glasses lay haphazardly on the lounge chair. She takes her time, her piercing blue eyes never leaving him, she unties the knot on the front of her top dropping it into the pool, her perfect tits on display, His hands itching to touch her. She takes off the bikini bottom throwing it behind her, Torger’s eyes following her hips sway from side to side and the little tattoo on her right hip Just a simple bunch of bright red cherries with His name next to it forever etched on her skin. It makes him even harder than before just looking at it, her perfect body on display for him and only for him driving him crazy. She finally reaches him before swiftly sinking to her knees and taking all of him into her mouth, involuntarily groaning and throwing his head back. He loved his bratty girl. As she swirled her tongue around the tip before howling her cheeks, he groaned again as he bucked his hips towards her, wrapping his palm around her ponytail but she stopped him, giving him that look as she mouths No, he immediately let go of her, Pulling her onto his lap, she giggles into his mouth as Torger tastes himself and artificial cherry on her tongue.

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eggcats · 2 months

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contuing w/my headcanon that Alastor knows everything that plays over his airwaves, this gives him an almost encyclopedic knowledge of music

And so Angel starts using Alastor like a glorified dj, and any time Alastor is around, Angel will be like "hey play *insert song or as much as insert artist you know,"

But when Alastor only knows the like, main radio hits he's like "hmmmmm, Smiles, I need to expand your music knowledge"

"I beg your pardon, my dear?"

And somehow Angel discovers a hack (that even ALASTOR himself didn't know) where if he hooks up his phone to the radio in his room (one specifically given by Alastor), he can essentially inject his music directly into him, ready to play back at any time

Alastor discovers this one day when suddenly hours of Lana Del Rey is suddenly, and without precedent, playing over his airwaves and the next time he sees Angel he's Super Excited and goes "Hey Smiles, how's about you play some Lana Del Rey, as much as you know?"

Alastor shows great restraint in NOT killing the spider, but he does force a deal where as long as Angel doesn't TELL ANYONE about this blatant weakness in his powers, he will allow Angel to play "him" music he might want to hear again

#hazbin hotel #radiodust #angel dust #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #you can take my headcanon that angel loves lana del rey out of my cold dead hands tbh #im sorry but that's his aesthetic #sorry this is just bc im listening to lana on repeat at work and if theres one thing im good at its injecting myself into my headcanons #fic #mine

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prettypinkblogger · 2 months

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look what i found <3

credits: dilfs.hmu on tiktok

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dietmountaindewbae · 3 months

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please please please can you write me a fic where reader and Humbug Alex are both work colleagues (reader thinks Alex is goofy and nerdy - but boy she will be wrong) and they fuck in his office whilst a work party is happening downstairs. PLEASE

xxv. talk tonight

alex turner x reader

word count: 4739

summary: At an office party (humbug!) Alex watched you all by yourself, his heart tells him to hurry and talk to you before he loses the chance to.

warnings: ch*cking, scracth*ng, degrad*ng.

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The elevator doors shut close, and finally, some silence makes you feel at ease. You're not even close to feeling a buzz with the skinny glasses of sparkly champagne they served and as you traveled up the rooftop you propped a cigarette in your mouth.

You swing open the door of the building's rooftop, the company you worked for was having its 6th anniversary, and while everyone was celebrating downstairs, you were aching for some time by yourself. The fresh cold allowed you to breathe but it only made goosebumps crawl up your back.

"Be careful there" Someone says from behind you, you are too close to the edge of the wall, so you turn around on your feet and face the man with the gentle voice.

"What are you doin' up here?" You say with a silly smile. Alex was one of the best workers at the company, he's been rewarded and recognized for his honest work and loyalty to the company, he's a good guy but socially awkward when it comes to going to bars late at night after working extra hours.

"Just wanted some space" You've never had a real conversation with Alex, let alone, be completely by yourself with him. Alex was a nice man, with his long wavy hair and his shy little voice and thick Yorkshire accent, he was decent, always serious but he had something likable and magnetic about him.

"Me too, are you having fun though?" You grab from your skirt your lighter and try to burn your cigarette, in the attempt you fail, and he leans in, grabbing the lighter and helping you light your cigarette, grabbing one from his box.

"Not quite there yet," He says, blowing the smoke away, "I'm waiting for the booze to kick in" You giggled, catching Alex's attention.

"It's the first time I've heard you say more than 4 words to me" Alex looks down to the floor smiling, he's quite shy but very nice, "I enjoy that..." He looks back at you with a smile, maybe it was the booze, but his radiant brown eyes looking at yours so deeply make you feel hot.

"What about you? How are you feelin'?" As you were talking, Alex's eyes ran down your body discreetly, you were looking sexy with your black mini skirt long sheer black knee socks, and grey silk button-up blouse, nearly unmade, your nails painted black, and your hair in soft curls. The smell of your perfume and the cigarette that burned in between your fingers blew him away.

"...But overall I think the party's ok, I just don't like the music the DJ chose" Alex smiles softly, and each time you talk he takes a step closer to you.

"Horrible set, isn't it?" You lightly chuckle nodding your head, "What kind of music would you like him to play?"

"Mmm... I dunno maybe the smiths? I love the smiths... I know it's an odd choice for a party but-"

Alex interrupted you by lightly putting his hand on your arm, his thumb caressing the soft material of your shirt, "No, no, not at all... it's much better than the trash they're playing" He noticed his hand on your arm, and you smiled as he took his hand away very shyly, as if he had to ask if it was ok even to do that, you crossed your eyes and he look down to the floor scratching the back of his head, "I-I..." He clears his throat, "Sorreh.... I know the DJ, he's an old mate, I can tell him to play some smiths for you" You see the way his body moves closer to yours, how his shoulders move unsteadily as he breathes, meaning his heart is beating fast, his eyes looking at you with hope, and you realized... someone has a crush on you.

"That would be great, thank you Alex" You and him head towards the door after throwing away your cigarettes, he opens the door for you and closes it once you are inside the building, you smile at him as your eyes crossed again, and you take initiative to grab his hand as no one was watching.

Getting involved with your co-workers was never an option for you, all the men that worked here were bitter and boring, always bragging about their money, faking a smile every time they talked about their marriages just to proceed to flirt with all the women at the copier room. You didn't have anything bad to say about Alex, he was a dork, a bit shy and awkward yet he was the most interesting and likable person in your office. He made himself present with little actions, he sometimes dropped by your desk to leave you a bagel or doughnut since you worked in the cubicle next to his, but you weren't the only one who received those little acts, so you thought nothing about it, he hardly even knew your name, but he always smiled at you whenever he saw you.

For all you knew, he was single, and he's very reserved, you only ever see him talking with Nick or Jamie, the drinks in you made your rules bend a bit, maybe see where this gets you, maybe nothing would happen, but if it did, you wouldn't feel bad about it at all.

The only rule that had to be respected was, not being seen flirting with him, rumors spread faster than the speed of light in your office, and you didn't want to ruin this little spark between you two for just one night.

As you and Alex step into the elevator, you drop his hand, being on opposite corners of the elevator, you cheekily smile at him, he looks visibly disappointed at how you dropped his hand. When the doors opened again, you two walked side by side, keeping a reasonable but choking distance from each other as if he was agreeing to your rules without you even having to tell him. As you walked past the people you stepped into the disco-style dancefloor with squares of neon lights, and Alex walked forward to the DJ, saying hi to the guy with fuzzy curly messy hair, black headphones on his neck, grey sweatpants, and funny sunglasses.

He whispers something to his ear, and the guy nods and they switch the music. You hear the hypnotic sound of the intro of 'How Soon Is Now?' by The Smiths, you're lightly divided by people, but he's still able to watch you dance, and you look beautiful as you do. He sees you smiling, laughing, and having fun with the other girls, but your eyes are only on him, and his on yours.

Alex wasn't a man of many words, but ever since you had come into the office, a part of his heart had started to beat so rapidly, that he always turned to look at you whenever you untied your tight ponytail and let your hair fall, whenever you stretched your back and he could see the outline of your chest peek through your shirt, he was gone. He never tried to speak to you, he was too self-conscious to do so, he lived all of his fantasies of you and him in his head, he had the sound of your voice engraved on his head. Whenever you dropped something he was always there to pick it up and hand it to you, or when the printer was out of paper he was the only one that gave you some new paper to work on, every day when he arrived with fresh goods he made sure you were the first to get the warmest piece or the biggest slice. He did all of that, but you didn't think it was out of a crush, you thought it was him just being nice, and man if he could tell you how wrong you were.

In his head, you two had thrown away all of the people and there was only you and him dancing to some old music that no one thought was fit for the occasion, but you thought there was no better timing than this one, but the fun ends as you feel someone's breath on your neck, one of your supervisors drunkenly whispers close to your ear...

"That skirt fits your bum very well" You rolled your eyes and walked away, not saying another word, Alex following you closely. He catches you at the elevator just in time sliding inside.

"Hi," He says out of breath, you giggle and he brushes his hair away, "Where are we going?" You smiled as you heard the excitement of his voice.

"Well, I was planning to go the rooftop again..." You say looking down to the floor, he saw how that man had whispered to your ear something that woke up a flaming rage inside you, something so profoundly disgusting, you just wanted to get away as fast as you could.

"I have a better idea..." You smile, he presses down at the button, and he waits patiently in the opposite corner, facing you with a smile, you wonder in your head where he was taking you, while he was battling in his head what else could he say to keep you interested, he thought he could bore you at any given time. The doors of the office were open, the lights were completely down, and only the lights of the city that shone through the cracks of the curtains could show you two the way. He noticed you were afraid to step inside, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you in, "The cameras are down for the night, don't worry love, no one's gunna 'now we were here"

You smiled, "I'm not worried about that... just not a big fan of the dark..." You giggled and he played along with you, he grabbed your hand tighter, making your cheeks lightly blush as you walked into his cubicle, you sat on his desk while he pulled from a corner a carton box and took out a big bottle of whisky, "I didn't take you as a bad boy, Al"

"Well, this is the only thing that takes some of me headaches from when me and Jamie stay late doin' those bloody Excel sheets" Then he takes out from his pocket his MP3 connecting it to the little speaker next to his desk, playing more music for you as he quickly goes to the break room and fetches you a plastic cup and a soda. He sits on his chair and pours you some coke and whisky, and when he severs you a good amount of alcohol he hands you the cup and grabs the bottle touching the edge of the bottle with your cup and you both drink away.

"Thanks... I couldn't handle more wine... needed something stronger" You smile at him, and he brushes his long hair away.

"Do you wanna know something else about the office?" You smile and nod your head, fixing your hair to the side, he shuffles on his chair and you hear the sound of his lighter coming off, he puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it, blowing the smoke up directly without causing the fire alarm to go off.

"What the fuck?!" You both break into laughter, "Oh my God!-" He lightly shushes you to make you talk quieter, you keep laughing until your abdomen hurts, and you sip on your drink once more, "Imagine the day I decide to set my supervisor's chair on fire... God"

"He's a dickhead" You nod your head.

"I don't even wanna say anythin' else, I mean he doesn't touch me or anything but that doesn't mean he cannot say anything to me... which is what angers me" He nods his head, turning on the lamp next to his computer, "Thanks"

"I wanted to see you while you're talking" He smiles, and you lightly blush once more, "Next time he says anything to you, why don't we put some tacks on his desk?" You giggle together, you can't help but stare at the way the corners of his mouth rise to make that cute smile appear, you like how discreet he was, lightly grazing your hand whenever he laughed, or how his eyes sweep down to gaze your body.

"I was wrong about you Al," You say, he drags his chair closer to you very slowly so you don't notice but you do, and you don't mind it, "You're the only interesting person in this office"

"Why is that? You're always laughing with Brian at the copier" You stare at him with a cheeky grin.

"Are you jealous or something?" You tease him, and he stutters into his words trying to fix his mistake.

"No, I just thought that... never mind" He looked away, taking another sip of the bottle, you grab the cigarette trapped in between his fingers, taking a drag and staring at him deeply.

"He's just a funny guy, there's nothin' much going on with me" His eyes light up, so after all, you weren't the only one who was concerned about him being single or not.

"I'm glad," He blurs out, making you both smile, "What is so interesting about me anyway?" You bit your bottom lip, taking a big sip from his bottle of whiskey, the liquor scratching your throat but it goes down easily once you sip on your coke.

"I mean, isn't it obvious?" You smile at him, starting to feel a bit dizzy, he takes a big chug of his bottle while you talk, "I just know that you don't say everything that you think, there's more to you"

"You're not far from the truth," He says nudging his head and leaning closer to you, resting his elbow on his desk next to your leg, you saw his face properly now, and he was a dream.

"Why? Is there something you want to say to me, Alex?" You teased leaning in closer to his face, your hand almost touching his, you could smell his cologne now, the space in between you two almost being none.

"I'm afraid there aren't enough words for that" He looks down to the slit in your shirt, your arm squeezing your tits together, he could see your black lace bra perfectly, he had this insatiable need for you, "But as you know already, I am not a man of many words, I take actions" His eyes looked down to your lips, licking his, already drooling to get a taste of your lips, until you suddenly pulled away, scratching the back of your head, "Wait, what happened?"

"If this is going to happen, we can't kiss"

"But..." There has to be a but always.

"I'm not gonna do it if we're gonna be awkward in the mornin'" You cross your arms sitting comfortably on the desk.

"I'm not like that," He says with a smile, but he sees your position and your limits, he just wanted a little bit of you, from the moment he saw you outside all by yourself under the moonlight with your beautiful eyes and lips smiling to him he knew he had to strip out of his costume and talk to you at that moment, he needed and wanted you now than anything, "If you don't want me to kiss you, can I at least touch you?" You bit your lower lip, sitting upright, his eyes only looking at you and not anywhere else begging you to say yes, he desires you with a big ache, you see it right in his eyes, just as transparent as glass.

"Yes.." He cups your cheeks and his face approaches yours, looking at you with lust, his lips peck the inner corner of your lips, traveling up to your earlobe, his fingers lightly playing with your hair, and his lips kissing your neck very gently at first, but then he licks his lips, kissing your neck with big wet kisses all over the place, sniffing every last bit of your perfume. He kicks away his chair, standing up to run his hands down your sides, unbuttoning your shirt gently, sneaking his hands to your bra, kneading your tits and squeezing them hard, you sigh and he breathes in your quiet moans and sighs like smoke, letting it consume him from the inside out.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful" He whispers into your ear, kissing the left side of your chest, where your heart is, you try to fight the urge to kiss him, but impatiently, he's in great need to show you real pleasure, to tear down your rules and let him taste your mouth, there was nothing he desired more in that moment.

You untuck your shirt, letting him enjoy the taste of your skin, and his hands feel your bare skin, his hair lightly tickling your neck, and you couldn't escape the need to run your hands thru his soft curls, lightly pulling on his hair as he lets your tits spill out from your bra, sucking on them and nibbling your nipples with his teeth, his tongue licking and his mouth sucking every inch of your skin, leaving red bruises on your chest so you don't forget who's been there the next morning.

He momentarily pulls away from you, his lips tearing off your skin like scar tissue on your knees, "What?-"

"You were right, love," He says, the look in his eyes sending shivers all over your body, "I haven't told you everything"

"What else have you got to say to me?" His hands slowly travel down to your legs, riding up your skirt until they unravel your black lace underwear.

"I've been watching you ever since you came here, every day, every time you felt exhausted and you stretch your back against the chair, I just want to make that go away... make you feel brand new... drop a note and tell you to meet me in the bathroom, and make you sigh out of pleasure and not from being tired, I only see you" His eyes dug in yours as he kneeled in front of you, "Maybe you think I'm quiet and dorky, but you don't even know for how long I've been thinking of you like this" His knuckles pull your soaking wet panties to the side, his eyes watching you as his fingers enter your body and his lips suck on your pussy harshly, slowly your orgasms started to get louder and louder each time his fingers rimmed your walls. Shamelessly he licks your pussy up, swallowing every ounce of the wetness that leaks out of you, "You're so fuckin' tight babe, taste so delicious"

"Fuck... please, don't stop!" You push his head in between your legs, starting to feel that ache getting bigger and bigger as he sucks right at the spot you needed hard, his fingers fuck your pussy faster, filling up that hole so well, more wetness rushes out from your legs, your end is yet to come, you feel it crawling up from your belly to your chest, starting to form in your throat as a scream until he takes his mouth off from your warmed up cunt, leaving you to breathless and needy for more.

He covers your mouth with his hand, sliding down his fingers covered in your arousal into your mouth, your lips sucking them hard until he makes you gag around them, pulling them out from your mouth with a string of saliva, "Can you be quiet for me?" He says it in such an easy way you're so amazed.

"Mhm," You bit your bottom lip.

"Tell me babe... are you gonna let me fuck you or are you just gonna pretend your pussy isn't drooling for some of it?" Your cheeky smile is no competition for him, he's certain you're in great need of more than just fingers and sucking.

You grab the buckle of his belt, undoing it very slowly, your hand palming his hard-on, you smiled as you felt the size and weight of his cock, biting your bottom lip as you take him out of his boxers and see him on the flesh. The tip of his cock leaked some wetness, he sighed as you give his veiny cock a few strokes, the tip of your thumb rubbing down his head, spreading it all over his cock. His hands cover your mouth pushing your head back and his tip rims your clit, lubing up his cock with your juices. You were trying to find a way to get more pleasure from him but the only way was right in front of you, "You know what to say babe... don't act like a dumb little cunt"

Your eyes lock in his, his lips a few inches close to yours, to kiss your lips, "Fuck me, Alex, please..." You bite your lower lip as the tip of his cock slides down tightly inside you, making you sigh. His fingers dig into your thighs, and you rock yourself against him, your elbow in the desk while the other holds Alex's shoulder tightly, his hand gripping the wall and the other one in your lower back. He rocks his hips against yours, fucking you slowly and passionately, the tip of your nose against his, he liked to watch your pupils dilate as he buries himself deep inside you.

"I loved leaving you just like that... soaked in all of your juices for me cock to slip inside you... God, you're so fuckin' wet for me... you fuckin' cock lovin' whore"

"Fuck you" You pant, "Fuck you Alex" You push your hips against his harder, his hands scattered in the back of your head, wrapping his arm around you, driving his cock in and out of you so hard, you were slowly losing yourself in his arms, enjoying how good he's fucking you.

"You love it," He says with a grin on his lips, his lips moaning against yours, grazing each other, laying one in another, but so far from being sealed together, that kept him on the verge, everything being strictly physical, the desire of wanting the feeling of your lips around his will bother him for the rest of the night.

Your tits bounce against his chest, sweat drips down from his forehead, and he's forcing himself to handle longer just for you to come on his cock so hard your whole body would feel light and high in the sky. You grip his shoulder tightly, holding yourself up with your hand, his fingers wrapped around your neck as he feels your pussy dragging him in, getting tighter with each stroke of his cock in your walls. His thumb went down in between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight little circles, forcing you to come, your abdomen pushing out your last cry of pleasure, and you choked out a little sigh of relief.

Alex was fast to pull out of you, you watch how his hand made a fist around his cock, and you didn't want him to finish like that. You willingly get down on your knees, and blow him thoroughly, "Jeeesus fuckin' christ... fuck!" He made a fist with your hair, "You want me to cum in your mouth, babe?" You hummed as a yes, sucking him harder as he drove your head back and forward. He drove his hips into your mouth, pushing your head until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag all over him, feeling him come inside your mouth in hot spurts at the feeling of your soft plump lips. You swallowed without him having to say it, "Mmm... fuuckin' hell, that was..."

"Really good," You said, he helped you get to up from the ground, holding hands and smiling at each other.

"You're ok? Your knees don't hurt or anything?" You giggled lightly, feeling a little strange about how much he cared for those little things.

"No, no, I'm alright" You turned to fix your blause, putting each button back on, and when you faced him back, you saw him staring at you with his big puppy eyes in awe, "What?"

"You've... um, your eye... I'll fix it" He grabbed the edge of his sleeve, he was wearing a basic white button-up shirt, denim jeans, and a belt. He cleaned the stain in your eye from the crying, and while you fixed your hair, he put everything in his desk back in order.

"Thank you, Al," You said with an honest smile, "I had fun"

"Sounds like a goodbye," He says with a fainted smile.

"No... it's not, I'll see you tomorrow, right?" He fakes a smile and says yes with his head, before you head out, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you in to give you a warm hug, you lean back to get a better look at him and say, "Sweet dreams, Al"

"You too" You break the hug, leaving the confused man with his big brain and questions all by himself.

When he drove to his apartment and laid down on his bed, he grabbed his phone, wanting to send you a message, but what type of message? You said you were ok, even said you had fun, but he was hooked. He was aching to know more about you, to know what you think. The rest of the night he kept looping around in his head every word he said to you, and everything you and him had done. He didn't want to sound so needy, but at least he wanted to talk to you.

The next day at the office when Alex sat on his chair, he smiled, vividly remembering what had happened the night before. But he knew something felt strange, he felt something was missing, this feeling was bittersweet, and you came right in through the door with your black low-waist pants, heels, and baby pink shirt with some buttons undone, he knew exactly what he needed to do.

There was a moment when everyone was working quietly in the cubicle, and he pushed himself up from his chair, walking through your cubicle he dropped a little purple post-it note at your desk.

"Break room"

That's all the letter said.

You put the note away in your purse, walking to meet him, you closed the door and he was waiting for you behind it.

"Hey," You said with a gentle smile.

"I- um" You sighed, thinking you knew well what he wanted to say. So, you cut him up before he did.

"Nothin' happened last night, you can forget about it... we had fun, let's leave it like that" But before you could escape him he pulled you back in by your wrist, making shivers run up your arms.

"No, I wasn't gonna-" He smiles very kindly to you, making you feel warm, "I just wanted to ask you out for dinner, tonight... if that's ok?" A little smile crawls from the corner of your mouth.

He liked how you looked with that little smile in the corner of your lips, that little blush creeping up your cheeks, "Yeah, yes"

You both smile at each other very shyly but happily, you nod your head and slowly take a step back but he leans in, his arm wrapping around your waist, "Now that we're sober... is the kissing policy revocable? or..." You break into laughter and take a step closer to him, he leans in and presses his lips against yours. You couldn't believe how just a simple little kiss on the lips could feel so electrifying, his lovely warm lips open to kiss you properly, he tasted the fresh cappuccino in your mouth with soft cinnamon in your breath, mixing with the taste of your lipstick. He tasted like black coffee and a cigarette bright and early in the morning, a mixture that makes one become an addict.

When you pulled back some blush creeps into your cheeks, "I'll see you later then..." You said.

"Last one before you leave" He pulled you in, giving you another soft kiss on your lips, biting down on your bottom lip before your lips tore apart.

A/N

I'll be posting more of your requests soon! I love you all, and I've taken some time to make the playlists fitted for the chapters, some will be longer than the others but I hope you enjoy them all.

#arctic monkeys #matt helders #jamie cook #nick omalley #alex turner smut #arctic monkeys one shots #alex turner fan fic #alex turner one shots #alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #lana del rey #oasis

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marvelobsessed134 · 3 months

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Love Me Tender Series Masterlist

Pairings: 60s!Rockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight innocent!reader, smut, age gap (not specified), gender roles for the time period, mentions of drug use (coke), alcohol usage

A/n: This is pretty inspired by the Priscilla/Elvis movies so yeah Bucky and Reader are loosely based off of Elvis and Priscilla.

Summary/Synopsis: You are the daughter of a big time Hollywood executive and get dragged along to an event full of starlets, musicians, and Hollywood insiders. There you meet Bucky Barnes one of the most famous rockstars of the year.

Part one: the meeting

Part two: the first date

Part three: moving in

Part four: the wedding

#bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #rockstar!bucky x reader #marvel x reader #marvel au #marvel smut #60s au #elvis and priscilla #priscilla presley #elvis presley #Elvis #Elvis movie #vintage #Lana Del Rey

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444rockstargf · 26 days

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My mom passed away yesterday and I am in desperate need of a comfort fic with Spencer Reid </3

my most heartfelt condolences, anon. :(( i pray that everything turns around for the better for you.

₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹ "𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬." | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: reader x spencer

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 430

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: fluffy drabble, spencer comforts reader

silence draped over you and spencer like a warm blanket.

tears rolled down your cheeks as you choked out pained yet quiet sobs, your body rocking slightly. his arms were locked around you, pulling you into a long hug and letting your tears saturate his t-shirt. he didn’t mind it at all.

you curled up into a ball, the pillow underneath your head completely soaked. spencer rubbed slow, gentle circles onto your back and pressed a kiss to your forehead before making you lift up your head so that he could exchange your wet pillow with his dry one.

you felt a pang of pain in your chest as he did this, the simple action representing how he always put your burdens upon himself. you felt as if you didn’t deserve his kindness, and another wave of heavy sobs hit you. a pounding sensation flooded your head, making the room spin.

spencer sighed deeply, sitting up from the bed and leaning back against the headboard. he pulled your head onto his lap, looking down at you as he stroked your tear-strained cheek gently. “hey, look at me…” you swallow hard, managing to wipe away a few of the tears that clouded your vision.

he held your chin with the same tenderness that would be used for an infant. “i’ve never seen you this sad before…” your heart broke at the shakiness of his voice. seeing you in this state was killing him on the inside. he took a deep shaky breath before pulling you up, setting your body onto his lap and giving you a soft kiss on the nose.

“i know this hurts, my love. but you will never be alone as long as i live.” he took your hands into his to still their shaking. “i promise that i will be with you until you get through this.” his voice broke as tears began to swell in his eyes. “it gets better, baby. i promise…“ he held you close to his, the tenderness of his massages helping your heartrate to still.

he looked up at you, his eyes glistening ever so slightly. “remember, it’ll always be you and i. and nothing will ever change that.” he smiled a little, making you do the same as you sniffled. he laid back down with your body on top of his, rubbing the same patterns onto your back as you closed your eyes. silence falls over you once again as he does the same. as you two drift off to sleep, he manages to mutter one last thing:

“i love you…”

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lala1267 · 10 months

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Don't let momma know

Notes: I cringed making this since I'm not used to writing smuts lmfao. This was a request, btw. Reader is a virgin and calls Elvis daddy. Idk if this is good.

Innocent f reader x stepdad Elvis.

Warnings: SMUT. Elvis is the readers' step dad, pain, barely any swearing, Elvis is very rough and aggressive.

Summary: You were Elvis' stepdaughter until he turned you into his bitch.

From the times that Elvis scolded you to the times that he would cuddle you in his big arms, you would still feel a magnetic force that would draw your eyes to him. Ever since your mother and Elvis married, things have been different. You were used to doing what you wanted and living freely, but that all stopped when Elvis burst into your life. He was strict. You weren't allowed to disobey him, talk back to him, or be a bratt. But the one thing that Elvis had made clear to you was that you were not to have a boyfriend ever. This meant that you weren't allowed to have any friends who were boys. You weren't even allowed to talk to boys. You were very close with Elvis, though. You would cuddle him like a teddy bear and call him daddy as if he were your real father. But the one thing that you couldn't describe was the feeling of love. You loved Elvis, but it was a different kind of love, a kind that you could only invision.

You were doing your chores in the kitchen and working hard. You were even on your tiptoes as you bent yourself over the sink to reach the window sill. Your mother was at work, so you had to do the housework for today. The damp little blue towel in your hand leaked onto the floor. Your short, frilly pink dress hugged your figure perfectly. Thinning your waist and tucking in your baby fat. It was studded with little fabric flowers, but they were unfortunately hidden by your long, luscious locks that drapped over your shoulders and seeped down your back like a majestic waterfall. Your bare feet moved along the tile kitchen floor as you scrubbed and wiped the marble counters. Polishing them to a tea. You stood up straight and let out a loud sigh as you brought the back of your hand to your forehead that was slightly beaded with sweat. Your hand held the soaked towel above your chest, sending a good amount of droplets in-between your breasts and leaving a damp water mark. Your eyes shifted to your boobs, which were now glistening with bubbly warm water. Your bambi eyes rolled as you placed the towel on the counter and attempted to dry your now damp dress that stuck to your boobs. Suddenly, you felt a large set of hands wrap around your waist from behind. It came with a musky woody cologne scent. Your body turned itself around to find Elvis. He wore a lavish silk shirt and a pair of white flare jeans. A large gold belt got comfy just above his pelvis. Your eyes locked with his icey blues.

"Oh, hi daddy, you startled me."

You said, following it up with your childish laughter that was like a melody. Elvis' face didn't smile back.

"Why did ya stop doing your work, baby?"

He asked, his southern drawl leaving a tingle in the atmosphere that was slowly tensing.

"I just needed to dry my dress, I got some water on it."

Elvis' eyes shifted to your breasts that were coated in a shiny bubbly liquid. His hands still held your waist. They were slowly tightening.

"How about a dry that for ya, I don't want my baby to be all damp now."

"Ok daddy."

Your head nodded in agreement as you watched him grab a soft dry towel from the counter. One of his hands were still making themselves comfy on your waist as the other held the towel. He looked at your shiny, wet chest area before rubbing the dry towel over your pretty breasts. He made sure to get every crevasse. His fingertips slightly overlapped the fabric just so he could get a feel of your soft, delicate skin. He was taking an unusual amount of time. He seemed to be wiping even when the water was gone. He finally stopped and threw the towel back onto the polished counter before his attention drew back to you. His hands slowly rubbed your hips as he spoke.

"Your dress is still wet, come on, let's go get changed out of it, baby."

He didn't give you a chance to speak before his big veiny hand grasped your pretty little wrist tightly. His led you upstairs, practically dragging you. He led you into his room instead of yours. He sat you down on his king bed, the satin sheets were comfortable.

"I'm gonna get you a change of clothes, you stay here and be a good lil' girl."

He said his long finger pointed at you. He left, and you sat there just waiting patiently for your daddy to come and dress you up like a doll. The door knob twisted, and soon, Elvis walked back in. He held a few of your pastel coulored clothes in one of his hands. Your excitement bubbled inside of you as you waited for him to undress you. He walked over to you and placed the clothes next to you on the bed.

"Stand up, princess."

He said. You did just that. Sooner or later, his hands began to unzip your dress. Revealing your bare back. He let the dress swiftly fall to the ground as he watched your body unveail. His white teeth bit into his plush lips as he stared at your body. Your bra perfectly held up your boobs, pushing them together a little. Your white panties were studded with a singular pink little bow in the front. Your thighs had the perfect amount of chub as your waist was curved. Your colar bones spread out from your neck all the way to the ends of your shoulders like branches. Your ribcage was slightly visible around your chest area.

His eyes couldn't seem to be pryed from your body.

"Daddy, Daddy?"

You said, attempting to pull him from his lustful daze. His eyes finally met yours.

"Daddy, are you gonna dress me now?"

You asked. He stepped forward to your fragile body, his hands gliding along your torso and his eyes wandering along your body. His touch made you feel all fuzzy inside.

"Well, I think I like ya better without clothes."

He said as his eyes were still searching every inch of your body. You felt your cheeks flush red as a cheeky smile played up on your soft face, dimpling your cheeks.

"Am I flattering ya, baby?"

He asked as his body inched closer to yours. You could feel his hot breath blow on your face.

"No, never!"

You protested playfully as you tried to hide your underlying love. You felt an unknown liquid begin to pool in your panties, causing you to cross your legs as butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. What was happening? You've never felt this before.

"Don't lie to me, baby. I might have to teach ya a lesson."

He said as his face was only centermeters away. A smug grin appeared on his lips, sending the butterflies in your stomach on a rampage. He looked into your eyes.

"I, uh, I ain't -"

Your cute little stuttering episode was quickly interrupted by Elvis' lips on yours. Your stepfather was kissing you. You couldn't pull away, even if you wanted to. His hands explored your body as his tongue lapped around yours. This was amazing to you. You've never had a kiss, let alone have a kiss with your stepdad! The wetness in your panties only worsened, forcing your legs against eachover. You could taste the cigar smoke on his tongue as he kissed you like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly, you felt your body get lifted up by his big hands. His hands squeezed your ass as he carried you before throwing you onto the satin sheets of his bed. His hungry eyes examined your body once more before he bent down to your level. His hands gripped the soft lace fabric of your bra before tearing it off like an animal. You felt your nipples harden as the cold air met with them. He didn't waste any time snatching your panties off either. His hands held onto the edges of them before he pulled them from your ass to your ankles. He discarded them onto the floor.

He looked down at your bare body, biting his lips and tugging on himself. He bent down to kiss your pretty colar bones. You felt your eyes flutter shut as he sucked and bit your skin seductively. This was so new to you. You were still a virgin. His lips kissed your breasts and chest area, leaving dark purple hikey marks. His hands gripped your waist aggressively as he kissed your skin. Your hands held onto his velvet black hair as he worked his magic. He kissed your abdomen as he looked up at you through his dark lashes. You could see his sly grin form as he looked at you. He soon stood up tall and began to unbuckle his golden belt that shimmered in the light. A click sound could be heard as his belt fell to the floor. You looked up at him with a worried expression, you had to tell him.

"Daddy stop!"

You said desperately as you sat yourself up and looked up at him. He looked down at you and raised a brow.

"What's wrong, baby?"

He asked. His voice was soft and kind. You bit your lip as you broke eye contact with him. A million thoughts clouded your head.

"I've never done this before."

"I know, my baby, I'll be gentle, I promise."

He said as his once dark eyes returned to the usual cool blue. You looked up at him, your brows still furrowed, and lip still pouted.

"Baby, you can trust me. I will make ya feel good, I promise. I would never go rough on my lil' babygirl."

He said as his hands played along your body delicately. You believed him.

"Ok, Daddy."

You said as you layed back down onto the silk sheets. He gave you a reassuring look. His hands wrapped around your hips before dragging you towards him forcefully, making your breasts bounce. His hands fiddled with his zippers before his pants fell down to his ankles. Revealing his hard cock. It sprang up against his lower belly before he stepped closer. You looked at his cock in awe, it was so big. He carefully pulled your hips towards him and opened your model legs. A grin appeared on his face.

"So wet for me already huh?"

He said as he chuckled slightly. He grasped his cock in his hands before aligning it with your wet cunt. You felt the tip touch your folds, forcing your mouth to open and your eyes to glue shut. Without warning, he thrusted into you forcefully, making you gasp out of shock. A strong pain coursed through you as he thrusted into you like you were his toy. It hurt. You bit your lip, and your doll eyes watered up. He took notice.

"Don't worry, baby, the pain will be over in a minute. You're gonna feel real good, trust me."

He said as his hips clapped against your skin. You were getting worried as the pain only worsened. You felt some tears escape your eyes as your body bouced up and down. Your whimpers slowly turned into moans as the pain drifted away and disintegrated. You began to moan in pleasure as he hunched over you. He carried on abusing your cunt with his gigantic cock as he grunted into your ear. You felt like you were in heaven. His grunts and sighs only grew louder as he punished your body. He stood up straight to take a look at your pretty self, bouncing and moaning for him. His large hand situated itself on your neck, only allowing you little air. His gripped your neck, his nails dug into the soft skin, making you squeal a bit.

"It's alright baby, j-just be a good girl and t-take it...oh god."

He said through his teeth as he continued his assault on your poor body. It hurt so bad but felt so good. His large cock stretched your walls, making your moans only grow louder. You looked at the beads of sweat from his forehead, fall onto your naked body like tears. His damp hair stuck to his forehead. He bit his lip as he continued to thrust into you like there was no tomorrow.

You felt a heat build up in your abdomen. It slowly made its way lower. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you felt your body jolt and twitch. You had no idea what was happening, but it felt good. Suddenly a watery substance began to ooze out of your cunt and onto Elvis' dick. A loud moan left your lips as your hips raised. You felt your legs shake and tremble. You let out a sigh before you relaxed. You felt a wave of tiredness and sleepyness wash over you like a tidal wave.

"Daddy, I think I'm done, that was so good."

You say with a weak smile. He looked down at you and shook his head side to side.

"I ain't done with ya yet, baby."

He said sternly before turning your body over forcefully. He made you get into a doggy position before he carried on thrusting into you. You wanted to go to sleep, but if this is what your daddy wanted, then you were obliged to listen. He slapped your ass harshly, leaving a red handprint and forcing a yelp out of you. Your body bounced aggressively as he did so. His large hand gripped your precious hair, he pulled on it strongly. Your head jolted back as he tugged your hair and dragged it. You whimpered as you felt the sting of your scalp. Your back arched like a cat as he was hitting it.

"You're gonna take t-this like a-a good girl."

He stated sternly, not giving you a choice. All you could do was whimper and moan like a kitten. His grip on your hair worsened. Soon, he was tugging your hair too harshly, causing another round of tears to flow from your eyes. He slapped your ass a few more times with his big hand. That was definitely going to bruise. Suddenly you felt a warm substance shoot out of his cock and fill you up. Your eyes widened as your knees weakened. You let out the loudest moan, and it echoed around the room. You could hear Elvis grunt and breathe heavily as the liquid only carried in shooting into your battered pussy.

"Oh, oh....fuck."

He said with his shaky breath. You felt his dick twitch inside of you as his cream fully filled you. He pulled out of you, a white liquid came gushing out of you before your poor body collapsed onto the bed that was now covered in yours and Elvis' cum. You breathed out and tried to process what had just happened as your exhausted body shut down. Elvis lied down next to you and pulled you close. His hair was soaking wet, and so was yours. You felt his arms pull you close to him.

"I knew you could do it. My good girl."

He said breathlessly into your ear as you felt his chest heave up and down against your back.

"Don't tell momma about this, or it won't end well for you."

He said. You lay there, struggling to process this all.

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sxphoraddict · 3 months

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Things that he loved.

(oc prompt headcanons)

- he actually enjoys her dark sense of humor, find it amusing since both of them are from the same dark place

- he find himself being obsessed to kiss the back of her neck everytime he got the chance

- she always has herself fully covered, not showing alot of her figure. Him, being the only one who knows how beautiful her body is.

- constant pat at her head, a confession of love and proud.

- he finds her scar appealing, makes her look endearing and fierce

- they constantly teased each other's height, alot.

- they understood each other without words spoken. A simple glance should do

- she always light his cigarette everytime he pulls out one, and vice versa.

- they always share the same. One. Cigarette, even tho they have more than one. They find it more intimate than kissing.

- constantly brushing each other's scar, admiring it like its so beautiful (because it is.)

- share everything mouth related, lollipops, cigarettes, even the same spoon for an ice cream, the same place of bite on the sandwich, etc.

- they have each other's back, like literally, they already know each other habits

- he knows her period schedule, always carry a pad or a tampon (or some) with him just incase his girl got her monthly schedule.

- she knows and memorize things he might forget, constantly bring it up to him.

- finishes each other sentence

- nose kiss

- actually starting to develop each other's habit

- he always brushes her lips randomly with his thumbs, sometimes after she eat and she has crumbs on her cheek, sometimes after they kiss.

- she was a lot shorter than him, the only thing she could reach was his neck, he would not mind a regular neck kiss.

Not me brainrotting my favorite ships

#bookworm #writing community #writing inspiration #booktok #writing prompt #lana del rey #aesthetic #imagine your otp #otp prompts #oc prompt #fic prompt

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czennieszn · 4 months

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the magic of christmastime | l. castellan ❆

part 2: we're like snow on the beach

child of aphrodite reader (Y/N) x luke castellan (fluff, angst)

It's snowing in Camp Half-Blood, the morning you and Luke are going to NYC. Like the snow that settles on the beach of camp, you two are so extremely different. Yet when paired together, it feels unreal yet so perfect at the same time. Yet will that perfectness last forever? You think to yourself, as Silena Beaurguard's unusual warning keeps nagging at the back of your mind.

w.c. 2.8K taglist: @songofthesuns @ellaisafrog

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You knew life was going smoothly when you had woken up after a night with no nightmares. Zero. Ziltcha. Nada. You were eternally grateful for the lack of dreams because the last thing that you needed was a looming shadow of a thought plaguing your mind like a sorrowful afterthought on such an eventful day. To cut to the chase, you were extremely excited.

Brushing your teeth, you felt a grin started to creep up your face. It seemed silly, at first. You and Luke had been dating for a while, yet you still got excited for dates? That was the magic of dating Luke, you felt warm and safe in his presence, always giving you flutters in your stomach and making you stutter when you spoke. Noticing your unusually chipper mood (as well as the blooming blush across your face), Silena nudged your shoulder as she gave you a cheeky grin.

"What's got you smiling like that? Or rather, I wonder who?" She teased you. Of course, it was Luke who was the cause behind your adoration, but she still liked to tease you.

You must have had a noticeable blush on your face because Silena laughed out loud, catching your expression. You tried to put a grimace on your face, trying to deflect her teasing, but the edges of your mouth refused to do so and curled into a laidback smile.

"I'm going on a field trip today with Luke" you carefully started. "Mhm," Silena waited.

"To New York City".

"Oh!" Silena gasped, surprised. Sure, it was known to camp that you and Luke had dates at least once a week, and sometimes, almost every day (once you were finished with cabin duties of course). But it was the first time that you two were leaving camp together. Alone, just you two. Albeit, still together, but with the freedom from annoying campers and annoying authority figures.

Safe to say, you were literally knawing at the iron bars of your enclosure (yes, a joke, you weren't locked up) to get alone time with Luke.

"And Chiron and Mr. D just let you go?" Silena questioned.

"Yeah… last night Luke and I asked and it took quite a bit of convincing, but they gave us permission to go," you responded.

"Wow, that's…pretty nice," Silena dejectedly said. Her head hung low as she avoided your eyes while spitting out her toothpaste. That was pretty unlike her, to not look you in the eyes while you two spoke.

What's wrong?" you said, noticing the fault in her voice and her abnormal behavior. As she continued to avoid eye contact, Silena hesitated before answering your question.

"It's just that, there have been so many dangerous things going on. So many dangerous monsters are regenerating quickly after being sent to Tartarus. To be frank, I'm quite scared for your safety," Silena quietly said. She fiddled with the silver chain bracelets that adorned her wrist. Unsure if what she said was too harsh to you, you could see her gulp nervously.

"We will be safe, I promise," you urged. Before you could continue, Silena looked up and cut you from justifying your departure.

"Honestly, it is a bit irresponsible that Chiron and Mr. D are letting you leave camp, I mean. Is that the best decision?" Silena was now getting heated. "Can't you guys just have another one of your dates at the lake or in the mountains, or something? Just within camp boundaries, of course," Sensing her concerns, you tried your best to alleviate her stress.

"We are senior counselors, we can take care of ourselves. Thank you for your concern, Silena," you soothed her. (Or at least tried, it wasn't soothing because you still had some toothpaste in your mouth. You probably looked and sounded silly, as you were still eye-crust-ridden and half asleep.)

"It doesn't matter that you two are senior counselors, it's still unsafe out there!" Silena said, and you could hear a slight shake in her voice. Quickly spitting out your toothpaste, you could see that she was genuinely upset and worried.

Her face was etched with lines of disappointment and dissatisfaction clouded her vision. Hugging her, you could hear her voice hitch as she tried to swallow her worries. She was nearly about to break down and cry in your arms. You knew that same god-awful feeling of holding your tongue at the roof of your mouth to prevent the tears from escaping you.

Trying your best not to smudge her eyeliner, you took your freshly manicured nails and wiped a spare tear that fell from her right eye. "You're my sister, you know that right?" She quietly whispered.

"I know, Silena," you whispered back, squeezing her arm.

"And I would rather die than let anything happen to you," Silena buried her head in your neck.

"I know, Silena," you whispered again.

"Please, please, please promise me that you won't be distracted and that you will stay safe," she continued, her voice muffled as her head was tucked in the cashmere fabric of your turtleneck. (I know she was crying but if she got a bit of snot on my turtleneck I would be moderately pissed off)

"I promise you," you hugged her tighter.

She looked up at you, her voice now clear. "There will come a day where Luke won't even be able to protect you, and you have to stay safe and protect yourself. You hear me?" Silena said as the tone of her voice suddenly became even. It scared you because you had no idea what she was talking about. But to appease her from droning on about her sudden, strange insinuation, you nodded vigorously.

"Promise me please?" She said, her voice now back to an uneven tone.

"I promise you, Silena. I will stay safe, I will protect myself," you said. You couldn't tell what was wrong with her, but you knew that she needed a hug.

"Okay, I trust you," she said as she released you from the tight embrace you had held her in. Just like a light switch, her demeanor changed from the expression of a worrisome mother to the cheery smile she always had on her face every day. The quick change was unnerving, and your smile faltered from your face.

What the hell, you thought. Is she genuinely okay? The question died on the tip of your tongue, as you refrained from asking her that. Yeah, that's probably the last thing she'd want to hear right now, as you knew she still didn't want to talk about her most recent breakup with this guy from the Hypnos cabin.

"What do you plan to do in the city?" Silena asked, snapping you out of your inner monologue. You were extremely disconcerted, as she had pretended like she wasn't two and a half seconds away from having a mental breakdown in front of her.

Masking your confusion on your face, you answered her. Gods, you two were such great pretenders. Little did you know, Luke was a great pretender as well.

Babbling on about the stores you planned to go to and the foods that you hoped to try, you could visibly see the tension leave Silena. Her shoulders started to sag as she became comfortable and her voice when responding to your inquiries started to relax. Once she laughed, you were at ease.

The girl talk seemed to go on for a while, and you quickly realized you needed to meet Luke at the Dining Pavilion for an early breakfast. Bidding Silena a quick goodbye and an extra-special extra-tight hug, you gathered your belongings and neatly put them in your purse.

You spedwalk to the Pavilon, noticing you were a bit late. You arrived there soon, noticing that it was only Luke, you, and a few other older campers who had gotten up for an early breakfast. A girl from the Athena cabin waved to you, and you smiled, waving to her back.

Noticing a new presence, Luke looked up from his eggs. His demeanor changed from stoic, deep concentration, to a laidback smile that rested on his face. Walking over, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist as he squeezed it. You could see his face up close, his bright brown eyes twinkling like flying saucers from another planet. His face was angled to the sun, and you could see specks of green in his eyes. Like an aurora borealis green, he looked breathtaking, as he was beautifully sculpted by the Gods. Gods, you had never seen someone so beautiful they were lit from within.

"Good morning, Princess," he drawled, whispering in your hair. Your hair tickled your ear, and you shuddered, knowing the effect he had on you. Smirking -as he also knew the effect on you- he continued his greeting. "How was your sleep baby?"

Gods of Olympus, you loved his morning voice. It was deep and raspy, and it never failed to give you butterflies. Every day that you spent with him made you feel youthful, forever a teenager who was stupidly in love.

"Not bad, no nightmares," you excitedly responded, putting one hand on his chest. He automatically flexed, feeling your palm on his sweater. Such a silly boy, but that's why I love him.

"Mhm," he said, and you could tell he was still under a drowsy spell. He's so cute when he's tired.

"You tired, babe?" You nudged him awake. He shot up, widening his eyes as if to show you he was not dozing off on your shoulder.

"Nope, not at all!" he sassily retorted. You just looked up at him and smiled. Grabbing your hand, he led you to the Hermes table that he sat at. Looking around, you scanned the area for Chiron or Mr. D, knowing that they would immediately lecture you once they saw you sitting at the wrong table. You two had done this before, sitting at each other's tables when you weren't supposed to, but you never got caught. If you two got caught today, it would be the absolute worst.

"Sorry I was a little late," you said as you sat next to Luke. Breakfast had already been set in front of you, courtesy of Luke asking the dryads to prepare both of you breakfast. He knew what you liked to eat, and what you couldn't stand eating. Taking a bite out of your avocado toast with tomatoes and eggs, you smiled at the satisfying crunch.

Thinking into the enchanted goblet, you wished to have hot cocoa. Magically, it appeared in your cup. A winter day deserved a winter breakfast.

"Did you sleep in because you were dreaming of me? It's not the first time it's happened you know" Luke raised an eyebrow, and you playfully smacked him on his chest. You knew exactly what he was talking about.

A while back, a child of Hypnos was stalking your dream (as a child of Hypnos can magically appear in one's dream, that is so not fair!), and blabbed to Luke you were having a dream about him. Quite frankly, it was embarrassing, as Luke had confronted you the morning after having the dream. Your relationship was still pretty new, and you remember you turned a deep shade of beet red after hearing Luke's accusation while he smugly crossed his arms and smirked.

"No!" your face burned red although the accusation wasn't true. He pointed at your reddened cheeks and it took all your willpower not to smack him in his chest again. (Damn, his chest is hard!)

"I was talking to Silena, she was worried about me leaving camp," you said.

"Oh," Luke responded, suddenly very intrigued by his hard-boiled egg. Paying no mind to the flicker of emotion that crossed Luke's face, you continued.

"Yeah, she was worried and acting really strange for some reason. If this happens again, I might want to bring it up with Chiron," you continued.

"Why, did she say some weird stuff?" Luke curiously asked as he began to rub circles on the small of your back. Soothed, you were tempted to repeat the conversation verbatim to Luke, but you decided otherwise, remembering what Silena had said.

"No, not really. Just told me to be careful of monsters, and all of that stuff," you trailed off, hoping Luke wouldn't notice that you had hesitated to answer his question.

But he had noticed. He had noticed that you suddenly stiffened up and stilled when he rubbed circles on your back. Something that he deliberately did, to catch you if you lied. He noticed that your eyebrows were furrowed when answering him and that you nervously twisted the gold ring your mother, Aphrodite, had given you. He noticed that you chewed on a piece of toast, longer than usual, almost choking on it after he had asked you that question.

He noticed everything about you, the one thing that you had grown to love would soon be the thing that you would quickly loathe. He knew you too well, and he saw and felt everything that you felt.

What you did notice though, was the change in expression on Luke's face. His face hardened for a quick second, and you couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Penny for your thoughts," you questioned, sipping your warm hot cocoa.

"I just can't wait to spend the day with you, Princess," Luke said. For a moment, his smile didn't match his words. As if he realized that the image he was projecting to you didn't match the image he curated for you, he quickly brightened his smile. Luke stared at you, hoping you didn't notice his smile. He internally sighed in relief as he realized you were busy chugging the goblet of hot cocoa, too thirsty to even look at him.

"I can't wait to spend the day with you, Luke," you genuinely smiled.

You two quickly ate the rest of your meal in silence, wanting to get the most out of the day. It was only seven in the morning (a bit too early for your taste), but you felt so alive. Looking forward, you two had the perfect view of the ocean. Although Camp Half-Blood was surrounded by protective magic, Mr. D had allowed certain weather events, such as snow, to be allowed through the barrier. This resulted in magical moments where you could see the soft snow settle on the grass of the lawn.

From your view, snow slowly fell and settled near the ocean, creating snow on the beach. The feeling that you get from being hot and cold at the same time is like looking at the snow on the beach. Snow mixing with the sand, it looked like an unreal scene, something that only happened in movies. As you two ate breakfast, the snow started to come down harder, clouding the beach in a white powder.

Strangely, you didn't feel that cold because Luke was by your side.

In a way, you realized that you could describe Luke and your relationship as an analogy to the snow settling on the beach: It was undeniable that you and Luke were falling for each other at the same time, barreling all your love towards each other at an accelerating speed. You two crashed together in fury kisses, passionately worshipping each other every day, but especially every night. Every time you two kissed, it felt like a cataclysmic, unreal, and faded moment where you realized that you both felt the same way for each other in the same moment. It was so unreal that it felt like your little moments together belonged in a museum of emotions that were impossible to experience with someone else. Something that you only saw in the movies or on a farfetched television show. There was a nagging bit in the back of your mind that constantly reminded you that you didn't deserve to be loved. Every day, Luke dispelled that notion, feeding you love with every conversation and kiss.

Just like snow on the beach, you two were extremely different from each other, so far on other ends of the spectrum. You two were weird, but fucking beautiful together, like snow on the beach. Complimenting each other, you almost made a perfect whole.

"You ready to go to New York City, Princess," Luke said, snapping you out of your daydream as you swallowed the last piece of turkey sausage.

"Of course, only with you," you reassured him with a cheeky smile.

In that moment, you two were frozen in time like a photograph. Laughing, you held onto his bicep as you two walked on the sandy beach to reach the barriers of camp. The snow mingled with the sand and you looked down and smiled as if you won a contest. You couldn't help it though, you had won the best prize, the love of Luke. To hide your smile would be dishonest, and you couldn't ever do that.

I was inspired by the lyrics of Snow on the Beach sung by Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey. A lot of the latter half of the story is pulled from Genius.com and their analysis of the lyrics of this song. Hope you all enjoyed part two!

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torimurphy · 13 days

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Kiss me hard

#cillian murphy #cilliangifs #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #robert oppenheimer #oppenheimer #peaky blinders #by order of the peaky blinders #explore #girlblogging #lana del rey #cillian fic #coquette #lana del slay #cinnamon girl #cillian smut #cillian x y/n #cillian x reader #dilfism

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liliesdiary · 6 months

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ All Work, No Play ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Moodboard inspired by ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

@slut4thebroken

so vile I loved it, I just had to make a moodboard for it <3

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starzioo · 24 days

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓. 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘.

Hiii! This is a DracoxFem!Reader one-shot! In this story you are a ballerina. I saw this post of the Slytherin boys x a ballerina and I could just imagine Draco being absolutely in love with her. So here it is I hope you like!

WARNINGS: NONE <3

You sit on the stage of the Royal Opera House in London. Tightly wrapping the dusty pink ribbons around your ankles. Today was your rehearsal day for the production of The Nutcracker. You had been casted as the Sugar Plum Fairy. Most people would take this role as being easy and simple. But oh no, they would be terribly wrong. The movements you made had to be fluid and effortless, while also being regal. You sigh before standing back up and fixing your rehearsal tutu. You head over to your starting mark and give the signal to the director to start the music.

DRACO POV

I get out of the muggle-car behind my father. 'Muggles really think that this is the peak of transportation?' I think to myself as I look back at the black car behind me. "Good morning Mr. Malfoy. It's a pleasure to have you here again! Mr. Evan's is in a meeting right now and told me to tell you that he'll meet with you as soon as possible." A woman who I assume is Mr. Evan's assistant spoke to my father. "M'Alright." My father says obviously annoyed with the muggles tardiness. "Right this way then." The woman says with her smile not faltering. She walks a couple paces ahead of my father while I linger behind him. We step inside of the building. The interior looks to be made for royals. The architecture being elegant. She leads us down a couple hallways before stopping at a big door. "You may sit and wait here. Mr. Evan's will be here shortly. If you would like any refreshments or if you have any questions just head down the hallway and my desk is right there." My father only nods in response. She flashes her smile once more before heading down the hallway. Me and my father sit down on the waiting chairs. "Why are we here? Better question why am I here?" I turn and ask my father who's reading a muggle newspaper. He doesn't even look at me, "Because Draco. We are here on important business. It's about time you start learning what lies ahead for you." His tone still cold as ever. I can't even speak back, I know i'll be silenced. All I can do is huff. I stand up and just walk the opposite direction of him. I don't hate my father but sometimes I just can't stand how he seems to have my entire future in the palm of his hand.

Walking down the large hallway I can start to hear the elegant music that I can only recognize as music from The Nutcracker. When I was little my mother used to take me to a muggle theater around Christmas time. Although my father urged that we don't celebrate muggle holidays. She would always sneak us out and take me to see the Nutcracker. Not only did she love ballet but I loved to see the story play out through the graceful dancing. Of course as I grew older the tradition stopped but I never forgot.

I continue down the hallway and I can hear the music growing louder. I turn one more corner to see a double door way with a sign above the entrance that says 'MAIN THEATER' in gold lettering. The doors were slightly cracked open. I slightly peek into the theater to see a girl dancing on the stage doing the sugar plum fairies variation. I quietly slip into the room and sit down in the farthest back row to watch.

Y/N POV:

I had already rehearsed my routine twice but my director kept critiquing every little thing I did. I mean of course that's his job but I swear he was acting as if everything I did was wrong. I was in the in the middle of my third pirouette when my coach suddenly stood up and started walking to the back of the theater. I continued my pirouettes until I heard my coach speak. "I'm sorry sir but you aren't allowed in here while rehearsals are going on. I must ask you to leave." He said as he ushered someone who was sitting in the back of the theater out of the room. The man stood and I caught a glimpse of him. He was tall and had icy blonde hair. I paused my variation and stood to watch. The blonde man then spoke, "I'm sorry for interrupting sir. I had no clue." He said before then exiting the theater. My manager turned back around after closing the doors to the theater. "Alright Y/n from the top!" He said as he gave the tech people the signal to restart the music. I didn't complain. I rushed back to my starting mark and started my routine from the beginning.

DRACO POV:

As I sat in the back row I admired the ballerina on stage. Her movements were so elegant, mesmerizing even. With every turn and step she took her tutu bounced. Her arms stretched out with grace. I'm instantly snapped out of my daze when an official looking man comes up to me. "I'm sorry sir but you aren't allowed in here while rehearsals are going on. I must ask you to leave." He said as he turned to open the door for me. "I'm sorry for interrupting sir. I had no idea." I said as I stood from my seat. I walked to the door and took once last glance at the ballerina.

Y/N POV:

After the man had left the theater I ran through my routine nearly a half a dozen more times. Each time my coach giving me more pointers and critiques. As the music stopped and I finished my last variation my coach stood from his seat, "Y/n you need to keep your back straight and your knees pointed on that last part!" My coach shouted clearly tired of me not being able to perfect my solo. I just huffed and wiped my forehead with the back of my wrist. "Can I go get some water?" I said with my hands on my hips. My director sighed, "Yeah, be back in five." He said as he wrote something down on his clipboard. I hurriedly sped walked down the stairs that were on the far end of the stage and headed towards the theater entrance. I took a turn then walked down the long hallway. I stop at the end of the hallway when I see that man who got kicked out of the theater and another man who has long icy blonde hair, they're both sitting down on the waiting chairs outside Mr. Evan's office. I shake my head of any curiosity about the two and hurriedly walk past them to go to Adeline's desk. I notice the short haired boy look up at me as I walked but I continued. "Hey Adeline, could you please get me a water?" I asked to the woman. "Yeah just give me a second." She said with her usual smile, as she stood and went to another room. A couple seconds later she reappeared and had a water bottle in hand. The water bottle had a custom logo on it that said The Royal Opera House in gold letters on a dark red paper. "Thank you Ade, I'll most likely be back soon." I said as I turned around while simultaneously taking a drink of my water. As I turned I practically bump straight into a brick wall.

But it wasn't a wall it was that same blonde boy. And I had now just spilt water all over him. "Oh, i'm sorry! That was my bad!" I said frantically as I tried to wipe the water off of his black button down. "No, no, no, don't worry about it." He said laughing lightly as he grabbed hand to calm me, after a few seconds you let go. "I was just coming to compliment you. I saw you back in the theater and your dancing was truly beautiful." He said as his ice blue eyes practically pierced yours. "Oh...thank you." —I laughed softly—"But my director would say other wise." I said as I began to walk past him, I turned back around to look at him once more to find him with his eyebrows furrowed. "Well it's basically his job to tell me what I'm doing wrong, but it feels impossible to get my routine perfect." I sighed. "Well...regardless of what that oaf thinks I think you dance nothing short of perfection." He said slightly playfully. I let out a small laugh. "Well, I've got to get back to rehearsing. It was nice meeting you...?" I questioned having never learned his name. "Draco." "Draco?" "Draco." He confirmed. "Well it was nice meeting you Draco." I said nodding my head before turning to go back to the theater. "Wait what's your name?" He calls out to me as I was walking away. I turned around once more then gestured to a poster on the wall, then finally walked away.

As I gestured to the poster Draco immediately examined it. It was a picture of you in your sugar plum fairy costume and a title below it. It said, 'Y/n L/n as The Sugar Plum Fairy' Draco let out an airy laugh as he admired the poster when Lucius appeared behind him. "Draco I would like to not have to come look for you as if you were a lost puppy. Mr.Evan's is ready to see us now." He said coldly then turned Draco following behind.

You had went back to the theater thoughts of Draco lingering in the back of your head. Draco had went to sit in on the meeting between Lucius and Mr. Evan's. To Lucius that meeting was very important to the future of his shares in the theater, but to Draco it was merely an hour wasted listening to rubbish. You had finally wrapped up your rehearsals for the day and it was time for you to go get food and go home.

DRACO POV:

"Draco you can sit outside while me and Mr. Evan's wrap this up. Don't wander." Lucius spat. I didn't respond he simply just got up and left the room. I sat outside on the chairs until I heard a voice. "Yeah, I'll see you on Thursday?" She said as she walked out of the theater. There she was, Y/n. All of my attention was on her. She was no longer wearing the tutu and leotard. She was now wearing a baby pink off the shoulder knit sweater with grey flared leggings. She has a white knit scarf around her neck and she carried grey bag, what I assume was her ballet stuff. Her hair was in a low bun making her headphones she had in visible.

When she turned to walk out she paused when she saw me. "Hey, you're still here?" She said softly as she walked up to me while taking out her headphone. "Yeah, i'm just waiting for my father and Mr. Evan's to get out of their meeting." "Well, I could wait with you?" She said as she rocked back and forth on her feet. "Yeah, sure. I don't mind." She sat down next to me setting her bag on her side. "So why are you here? To see Mr.Evans I mean." She said as she looked up at me. "Well I wouldn't say that i'm here to see him. My father is. Something that has to do with his shares. I honestly don't know. The only thing i've gotten out of coming here was seeing you dance." I laughed a little, and so did she. "I didn't know I was that good." She smiled. "Whatever your director was yelling at you, he truly is wrong. I thought you danced perfect." I said avoiding eye contact with her. I could see her out of the corner of my eye just staring up at me. "Why thank you good sir. I'm glad you liked it." She giggled. "Have you ever seen The Nutcracker?" "Yeah, quite a few times actually." "Oh. Would you like to see it again maybe?" She asked this time not peering up at me, but now fiddling with the loose ends of her scarf. "When?" She stop and looked back up at me. "Uhmm,—she hummed— Opening night would be December 10th, I could get you tickets if you would like?" "Yeah, yeah, although I don't know when I'll see you again?" I asked. She laughing softly, "I guess whenever you want to see me again." She smiled.

DECEMBER TENTH

DRACO POV

Today was the day, the day I get to see her again. I don't know why I'm so...entranced? By her. Something about her just makes me fascinated. Ever since last week she's all I could think about. Of course in order to be able to go see the show I told my parents some bullshit excuse. My father would never let me go to London by myself, especially just so I could go see the ballet. Not only that a muggle girl.

I had made my way to the theatre early so I would be able to avoid all the people there for opening night. I stepped out of the taxi, it was cold the winter air crisp. I entered the building and walked up to the concierge. "One ticket for The Nutcracker, please." I said slightly rubbing my hands together trying to warm them. "I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid we are all sold out for the night." He said with pity. "What? No, I have to see the show tonight." "Like I said, I'm sorry. But I can sell you a ticket for-" "Oh! Mr. Malfoy I wasn't expecting you so early!" The concierge was interrupted by no other than Adeline. "You were expecting me?" I turned to her. "Well yes? I expected that Ms. L/n made you aware of your visit?" She said with her usual smile. "Well yeah, but- you know what never mind. Why were you expecting me?" "Of course, because she was very adamant that you got the best seat in the house!" She said ushering me down the hall, then to an elevator.

The classical music played lightly in the elevator, the ride up two floors wasn't awkward, it was actually quite pleasant. This was an elevator ride I had been on countless times before, it was nostalgic in a way. The elevator dinged before the large metal doors opened. We were on The Donald Gordon Grand Tier. It was technically the third floor of the theater. She led me to row A which was in the very middle and front. "Ms. L/n was very insisting that you get this specific seat sir. She said it was the best seat in the house and you deserve nothing less!" I stood there for a moment and blinked at the seats in front of me. That feeling of nostalgia had now been explained. I was sitting in the exact same seat my mother would always sit in when we would come to the theater. "Mr. Malfoy, are you okay?" Adeline broke my trance. "Thank you Adeline, for everything." I thanked her as I sat down. "No problem! Feel free to come down to my desk if you need anything!" She smiled before walking away.

I sat there for maybe 30 minutes before hundreds of people started sitting in the theater. Of course by courtesy of Adeline I was able to avoid the crowd. After about another 30 minutes the lights in the theater had dimmed. That's when I heard the oh so familiar tune to the mystical music. There was something about the story of The Nutcracker that always fascinated me. Maybe it was the playful but yet elegant dances that were done. They were so complex but yet so smooth and graceful. Or perhaps it was the fact that I was able to watch a story come to life in front of my very eyes. As I watched the ballet I found myself the same way I was many years ago. Only blinking every few minutes to be sure I didn't miss any parts of the show. My mind fully clear, only focusing on the ballet dancers below. I was entranced by the story all over again.

Now, we were in act II. After Clara and the Prince have slayed the Mouse King, the snowflakes have led them to the Kingdom of Sweets. As the enchanting music transitioned to a more sweet sounding melody it hit me. She was going to be dancing soon. Clara and the Prince arrived to the gates of Kingdom of Sweets. The Sugar Plum Fairy reigns over the Kingdom of Sweets. I sat up in my chair. Then there she was, graceful as ever tip-toing across stage. Her costume was beautiful a light pink bodice and tutu with gold accents. Her hair was elegant and she wore a gold tiara. She was covered in glitter, but what shined the most was her eyes. She was so passionate in the way she danced. Her moves were liquid smooth enchanting the audience. She placed a tiara on Clara's head then commenced a day of festivities in honor of Clara saving the Prince from the mouse king. First came the Chocolate from Spain, then the Arabian Coffee, the Chinese tea, and lastly the sweet French Marzipan.

But then the flowers came, and they preformed a great waltz. The Sugar Plum Fairy came back with her cavalier and did a mesmerizing duet. Although they were doing a duet me and the whole audience could only look at one of them. Her. She danced with a great passion. Not that he didn't. There was just something about her that made you believe that she was born to be on that stage. Born to shine. Even with the light shining down on her, she was the light. Soon after she and her cavalier finished their dance Clara is guided back home. She tosses and turns in her sleep, she wakes up to find out it was a dream? A fantasy. Nothing more.

And Suddenly I was pulled into reality. The audience erupted in roars. Not one person in that theater wasn't clapping. Roses were being thrown onto stage by people sitting on the lower floors. The people around me whistling and cheering. I quickly stood up and headed down to Adeline's desk. "Excuse me, Adeline. I had a delivery made here, did it arrive yet?" I said as I leaned on her desk. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy. Just wait one second while I go grab it. She disappeared into a room before coming out with the custom bouquet I had delivered. Freshly picked Frutteto's. The baby pink roses were dusted with gold glitter, they were perfect. "She's gonna love them you know?" Adeline asked snapping me out of my trance. "Yeah...yeah, I know. Do you know when she'll be out?" "I'd say maybe 30 minutes? In the mean while you're more than welcome to wait here." She said as she sat back down at her desk and started flipping through a book.

I sat there for what seemed like forever. I inspected every flower to make sure they were nothing short of perfection. Just as I was picking off a petal that was too pink to fit in with the rest I saw her. She was already on her way out of the glass doors. I quickly rushed after her, "Y/n, wait!" I yelled after her as I caught up. She turned around her nose being a light shade of pink from the brisk winter air, the soft snowflakes landing in her hair. "Draco, you came? I didn't see you come in before the show?" "I got here early, don't worry I watched the whole show. You were...amazing. Oh, I got you these." I quickly handed her the bouquet, "They're beautiful." Her face lit up, "Perfect, they're perfect." She cradled them in one arm while the other fiddled with the petals. "Thank you." She said with that sweet smile of hers. "My pleasure, I knew you'd like them." I really didn't, I was actually terrified she wouldn't like them. "Hey...would you maybe..." Her eyes glistened in the street lights as she looked up from the flowers, "...would you maybe like to go to dinner with me?" I was a bit taken aback by the sudden question. I paused, "Yeah, I would love to. But it's my treat." "You don't have to i'm the one who invited you." She said lightly laughing. "Well, I would like to treat you after your amazing performance tonight. Where do you wanna eat?" "I know a great place! It's called Bancone, it's an italian place, is that okay?" "Whatever you want is fine with me." I smile. "Okay, uhh, hold on let me call a cab!" She turned and walked to the road. She hailed us a cab.

We both sat in the back of the cab, watching the snow glitter down from the sky. "How far is the restaurant?" I asked turning to her. When I looked at her she was simply smiling down at her flowers. "Oh, we should be there any minute! Actually we're here! Thank you!" She said as she scooted out of the cab. I paid the driver then got out. I was surprised to find she took my hand and led me inside.

We stepped inside and I was taken aback by the olive tree that was planted in the middle of the restaurant. The interior was classy but casual. "Hi! Welcome in! Table for two?" A hostess came up to us. "Yeah, uhm, could we be seated at a window table?" She asked as she dusted off the small pieces of snow she had in her hair. "Of course! Right this way!" The hostess led us to a table in the front of the restaurant. I pulled out her chair for her, "Why thank you good sir." She softly laughed. I sat down. "Can I get you started with any drinks, or would you like a minute?" "Could we get a bottle of the house red? And then I would just like a glass of water." She asked the hostess. "Great choice, and as for you sir?" "I would just like a glass of water, thank you." She handed us our menus then walked away. "What do you think you're gonna get?" I looked up from my menu. "For sure the bucatini, i've been craving it all day." I laugh lightly, "I don't know what I want" I said as I studied the menu, "What do you think?" I looked up at her to find her already looking at me. "I personally think you'll like the duck ragú, I had it last time I came and it was heavenly." She laughed. "Okay I guess it's settled then, wait what about dessert?" "Oo! They have these cannolis! They're covered in hazelnuts you have to try them." Just then a waitress came to the table, "Here is your house red, and waters." She said as she set down our water and presented the bottle.

She opened the bottle with a pop, then filled our glasses. "Thank you" we both said nearly in unison. "Are you ready to order your entrees, or would you like another minute?" "We're ready. I'll have the bucatini and as for dessert we'll do two orders of the hazelnut cannolis." She said as she handed the waitress her menu. "Sure thing! And as for you sir?" She turned to me, "I'll have the duck ragú, that'll be all, thank you." I handed her my menu. "Okay, i'll be back with your food shortly." She smiled then walked away to another table. "You know what I realized?" Y/n said as she twirled the wine in her glass. "What?" "I barely know anything about you, but yet here I am at dinner with you." She tilted her head slightly. "Well, I don't know anything about you either." I laughed, "What do you wanna know?" "Anything! But skip the basic things, I just really wanna know you" She took a sip of her wine. What was I supposed to tell her? That i'm a wizard and that I went to a school to learn sorcery? "I honestly don't know where to start? Just ask me anything, anything." "Mmm, what's your favorite childhood memory?" She said as she took off her scarf.

I took a breath "I would have to say...probably going to see The Nutcracker with my mother." I laughed, she looked up at me curiously. "Ironic isn't it." "Very." "See my father isn't big on...fun. Or anything really. So every year my mother would sneak us out of the house and we would go see the show. As I got older the whole tradition kind of just...stopped. But you know what's crazy?" "Hm?" "The seat that you picked out for me, was the exact same seat my mum would sit in when we would go." She looked at me like I was crazy. "She always said 'it was the best seat in the house' the whole thing felt like a dream." "That's...just...wow. That's a big coincidence huh?" "I know huh, I was so confused. But what about you? What's your favorite memory?" "My grandmother she was absolutely amazing when it came to playing piano. As a little girl she would play the Swan Lake piano arrangement while I danced. We would do this for hours and hours till my mother told us to take a break. I've always loved ballet. What I would give to re-live those memories." She looked out the window and played with the hem of her sleeves as she spoke. "That's...beautiful. So you've been dancing since you were young?" "Yeah, kinda like you my mother took me to see the ballet when I was little. But instead we saw Sleeping Beauty. I was absolutely fascinated by it. For weeks I begged my mother to put me in classes, I guess she just got annoyed of my constant begging and just gave in." She laughed softly. "Well it definitely paid off." I smiled.

We got to know each other all night long. Even though we had already finished our food long ago, we sat there and just talked. About everything. She was just so captivating. Every detail about her was intriguing. Each one of her stories just led me to wanting to know more about her. The way her eyes sparkled a little when she would talk about something she was passionate about. All of her was just perfect. I told her a lot about myself. Maybe more than I should've. Everything about me surrounded the one thing I couldn't tell her. Most of the stories I told her had gaps but I don't think she caught on. I felt almost...bad? For not being able to tell her what could possibly be the biggest detail about me. But seriously how do you just tell someone that. 'Oh yeah, by the way i'm a wizard. And there's millions of other wizards around the world.' And plus even if I wanted to tell her I couldn't. And it was killing me.

We stayed at the restaurant until the waitress told us they were closing soon. "I guess we should get going huh?" She asked as she lightly laughed. "Yeah, I guess so." I slightly frowned. I paid the bill, then we left. We stood on the side walk as the snow continued to fall from the dark sky. Street lamps lit the road, illuminating it with golden rays. She wrapped her scarf around her neck and carried her flowers with both hands. "Could I have your number by the way?" She asked. "Oh, yeah. Here just put your number in and i'll text you later." I handed her my cell. I got a muggle cell phone, specifically for this reason. My father would never approve of me having a device like that. But for her it was worth whatever trouble it could cause. In all reality the reason I asked her to put her number in my cell was because I had no clue how. "Okay, there." She smiled as she handed me back my phone. I looked down, Y/n xx , is what she put as her contact. "I should get going now, I have to be back at the theater early tomorrow." She said as she fiddled with her flowers. I took a breath, "Okay, tonight was really great. When can I see you again?" "Like I said, whenever you want." She smiled, I laughed. She turned out to the road and hailed a cab. "Goodnight!" She yelled out to me before turning back to the cab, she paused, then turned around back to me and ran back to me. She gave me a kiss on my cheek and then a small hug, "Goodnight." "Goodnight." I said a bit surprised. She ran back to the cab and got in. I watched the car disappear down the road, out of sight.

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