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sutorus · 7 months

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imagine having a sleep over at megumis and toji decides to steal you away once he finally passes out 😮‍💨 his shirts and sweats probably have cigarettes burns in them

you gave me sm toji brain rot

-🫧 anon

we gave each other toji brainrot anon 🤝 kind of a part 2 to the kinktober toji fic

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. f! reader, unprotected, mild daddy kink, some anal play, degradation, toji being toji

you’re shifting on your feet, lips trapped between your teeth as you ring the doorbell. you’re early to the sleepover by a full hour.

you don’t know what you want to expect. if it’s toji, sitting on the couch, glass of some cheap shit on the armrest and hand tucked into his sweats.

or if it’s megumi, waiting at the door, bowl of popcorn by his hip and tv blasting because his dad isn’t home to scowl about the noise.

megumi does open the door. and toji does sit there.

and somehow, that’s the least likely, worst case scenario.

“hey,” megumi greets you, stepping aside to let you in.

toji doesn’t spare you a glance, so you let your eyes travel all over him. his bare feet propped up on the center table, his arm behind his head and fingers scratching his hair.

megumi notices you looking and — thankfully — only clicks his tongue, believing you’re just as irritated at his father’s presence as he is.

and are you? you’re unsure.

you don’t know how to face toji. you don’t know how to interact with him anymore, if you even should.

you sleep over at megumi’s house all the time, but right now you suddenly forgot how it even goes. do you take your shoes off at the genkan? do you leave your bag by the door?

you decide to just walk to megumi’s room wordlessly, taking the long way behind the couch as to not block toji’s view from the tv.

this doesn’t go unnoticed by either men.

megumi follows you inside, closing the door behind him and plopping down on his bed.

“so are we starting with the first movie?” he flips his laptop open. “it’s the best one, anyway.”

“uh, yeah, sure,” you sit down beside him hesitantly.

you’re just now noticing how much megumi and toji look alike and it’s freaking you out.

“what the fuck is wrong with you today?” blunt as always. blunt as toji.

“huh? dude, chill,” you lie down, placing the laptop on your lap. megumi eyes you suspiciously before lying down beside you. “i just didn’t sleep much last night.”

“right,” he says, skeptical but disinterested, and presses play.

every minute of the movie is torture — on the screen and in your head.

around the beginning of saw iii, megumi orders pizza. him, you and toji eat in silence.

complete silence. he doesn’t even look at you.

why isn’t he looking at you? you’re in your pajamas already. no bra. short shorts. you thought you’d both established that that worked on him.

toji wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and gets up, with a grunted clean up when you’re done.

it’s so frustrating, the total lack of attention, and you’re starting to get pent up. settling back down next to megumi to watch fucking saw iv and hear him question the viability of each trap drives you crazier by the minute.

when you finally tuck in for the night, you’re anything but relaxed.

what happened to “you have one more hole for me to wreck don’t you”? toji’s so full of shit, probably too drunk to even get it up tonight anyway.

it’s those angry thoughts that lull you to slumber, regret settling deep in your gut for having ever let that horrible man inside you.

not long after you fall asleep, however, you’re stirred awake, a soft, sake-soaked breeze blowing over your face.

you crack one eye open, no surprise in your gaze because who else could it be.

toji’s smirking, crouched down, eyes searching all over your sleeping form. it sends a chill down your spine.

what do you want, you mouth to him, anger persisting against the arousal already starting to build within you.

his grin grows wider, wilder. he gets up slowly and beckons with two fingers, and like the silly fucking slut you are, you follow.

you — not toji — make sure to gingerly close the door to megumi’s room before you turn around to face him. or rather, face his chest, the flimsy cloth littered with cigarette burns that covers those muscles you finally got to know so well.

“hello?” is all you can manage to say.

he loves your indignation, loves the brattiness, will love to fuck it out of you tonight, too.

“what, don’t want it?”

you roll your eyes.

“you had to wait until megumi’s right there to say you wanna do it?” your focus wavers as he runs his hands up and down your waist. “you couldn’t have pulled me aside before?”

toji presses his leer to the side of your throat, caging you in against the wall right by the door. you let out a soft moan, hands already reaching for his arms.

“had to make sure you two weren’t gettin’ it on,” he growls into the crock of your neck, making you grimace in disgust. “i don’t like to share my toys, y’know.”

“ew, he’s your son,” the irony in your statement isn’t lost on you, the person you should actually be ewing at.

you push him away and the feeling of his abs under your palms is enough to break any rest of resolve you had in you.

toji lets out a low, satisfied laugh, throwing his head back. “exactly why i worry.”

soon enough, and unsusprisingly, he has you bent over the kitchen island, pussy stretched out and dripping on his thick cock.

“shut the fuck up,” he keeps saying when you moan, only to fuck you harder and faster and deeper.

the furniture is digging into your belly, your forearms skidding on the top. you whine softly, angling your hips so he can hit that one spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“ohhh yeah, fuck back into me,” he grabs your hair and you let out a yelp, punished with a blow to your ass. still, you do as you’re told, the sounds of your skin slapping against his growing louder, quicker.

“t-touch me, touch me, make me cum,” you beg in a desperate whisper, head straining in his grip.

toji laughs, dragging his cock out of you slowly before plunging all the way back in.

“shut up, slut,” and god, why is that so hot to you, “last i checked you weren’t in a position to make demands.”

you whimper, trying to snake a hand down your clit to do it yourself.

suddenly, toji stops.

“ah, that reminds me,” he slowly, torturously slowly to make you feel every inch of him, pulls out of you completely. then he pokes your asshole with the head of his cock.

“no,” you say in a panicked breath, trying to turn around in his grip. “no, no, not today, definitely not right now no—“

“shhh, fuck, be quiet,” he wraps his entire forearm around your throat and brings your body into his chest, nibbling at your jaw. “you’re gonna like it.”

“i don’t want to,” it’s one last attempt, the most honest one you have. toji likes fucking with you, flustering you, that much is obvious.

but is he seriously— and without any prep, too?—

he chuckles low in his throat, right into your ear.

“then ask me not to.”

he slides the tip back into your cunt and you relax a little, even moving your hips back and forth like hey! look how good my pussy is! can you just stay in it and not ruin my ass please!

“please don’t fuck my ass,” you try.

“hmm,” he hums, sliding his cockhead out. then back in. then back out.

“please, toji, don’t fuck my asshole tonight,” you clench around him, trying to take more of his length inside.

“not good enough, whore,” he slams all way back in, shoving your body into the sharp wood and making you wail. toji starts moving, fucking little noises out of you with every thrust. “say, ‘no please daddy not there, not my little asshole!’”

you let out a long, pitchy whine, clawing at the arm around your neck.

“do it or else,” toji gathers up some wetness at your entrance with your thumb and presses it to your asshole, rubbing little wet circles.

“fuck you, toj—ahh,” his finger slips inside and you clench down hard. “please! please daddy not there, not my—“

toji cackles, fucking you in earnest now, plowing every word and thought out of your brain. you’re grunting with the force of his thrusts, finding purchase in the edges of the kitchen island, knuckles turning white.

“such a good little girl, aren’t ya,” he says into the shell of your ear, snaking a hand around your hip to rub your puffy clit.

you throw your head back onto his shoulder, legs shaking in between his. “ahhh, fuck, d-daddy—“

your orgasm washes over you so forcefully that you feel like folding in two, going limp in toji’s grip as he chases his own.

he buries a few low, animalistic grunts into your hair before he’s filling up your cunt, aborted little thrusts pushing out staccato breaths from his lips.

he releases his grip on you, cock still spurting out the rest of his load.

once he pulls out, toji keeps feeding his cum into your pussy over and over, telling you to watch the floors before you have to limp your way to the bathroom to clean up.

you do the best you can without taking a shower, body so thoroughly exhausted that you don’t even know if you’d have the energy for one.

right now, all you want is to plop down on a soft surface and get some much needed sleep, feeling actually satisfied.

when you leave the bathroom, you’re faced with a groggy, disheveled megumi standing by his bedroom door.

your eyes quickly scan your surroundings.

toji is nowhere to be seen.

megumi’s eyes reveal nothing, none of the thoughts that might be going through his head right now.

as for you, there’s only one word bouncing around inside your skull:

fuck.

a/n sorry again

#✩.asks #✩.toji #✩.bsf’s dad!toji #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji reader smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro reader #toji x you #dilf toji #toji x female reader #✩.🫧 anon

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piperlivingdeliberately · 7 months

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Blushing, Crushing, and Totally F*cked!

Here’s the second part!! <3

Summary: We all know and love loser!Hazel, so this is just my take on top of the dozens of other wonderful little headcanons/blurbs about her being nervous around the reader <3 Reader is a cheerleader because I'm a slut for cool girl/weird little freak dynamic.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: fem reader (she/her pronouns used), suggestive themes/thoughts (no smut but mentions of smut), violence, blood, swearing, etc. 18+

Hazel had had a crush on you from afar for years, but she never expected it to be any more than that. You were a beautiful, popular girl who she stole glances at in the hallways. Now, however, you were standing across from her in the gym, cheering on PJ and Josie as they jabbed at each other in the name of feminism.

Hazel winced to herself when PJ had you step into the circle to spar with Sylvie after her own fight. She couldn't bear the thought of your precious face being in any pain. Yet when the whistle was blown, she felt her jaw drop in surprise at your quick, unforgiving punches and skilled dodges. Her stomach did flips when you finally let Sylvie get a hit in and your perfect grin was stained with crimson.

After the fight, you returned to your spot on the outside of the circle, but this time standing next to her.

"Nice job," she said to you, hesitant to look directly at you for fear of staring.

"Thanks, Hazel." You wiped the blood from your lips as you flashed her a friendly smile. Hazel's fears of being distracted were confirmed as she watched your mouth move again. "I think they're talking to you."

She jerked her head to face the others, blush warming her cheeks as she met Isabel in the center of the ring. They circled each other reluctantly, both too sweet to swing the first punch. Hazel began to survey her opponent, thinking about the best move to make, but her eyes were pulled away as she saw you standing on the outer ring. You gave her a quick nod of encouragement and another smile, pulling her focus away enough to allow Isabel ample time to crack Hazel square in the nose.

The fight turned out to be well-matched following Hazel's temporary lapse in focus. The pair returned to their places, smiling at the cheers around them after their polite finishing handshake. Hazel stared at her feet, shy from all the praise until your shoulder bumped hers.

"That was sick," you said. She thanked you, shaking her head modestly which caused her nose to begin bleeding again.

"Shit." She pinched her nostrils and threw her head back to face the ceiling.

"Whoa, whoa, no," you warned her. "You have to tip your head forward to stop the bleeding. Here." You gripped her hair gently and guided her to face downward, letting the excess blood drip onto the gym floor. Hazel wasn't sure if her lightheadedness was caused by the hemorrhaging or the soft circles drawn by your thumb on the back of her head.

"Feel better?" you asked in earnest.

"Yeah," she lied, bravely meeting your eyes as she wiped the last of the dried blood. "Definitely. Thank you."

"Of course," you replied, deciding maybe it was finally time to remove your hand from her hair. Hazel shrank in disappointment at the lack of contact and was relieved to hear that the club was dismissed. She rushed out of the gymnasium toward her car. She had a long night of trying to forget how good your perfume smelled ahead of her.

...

Hazel thought she might have been dreaming when she walked into Mr. G's class and saw your hand waving her over to sit beside you. She looked around, searching for someone wearing a football uniform or a set of high heels who you might have been waving to instead. When you locked eyes with her again, flashing that knee-weakening smile, she finally walked to you.

"Good morning!" you said brightly as she sat.

"Hi," she breathed nervously, almost sounding like she was asking a question. She kept her eyes glued to Mr. G and the magazine he was reading, afraid that if she looked at you she would break whatever spell had caused this moment.

"I like your vest." She almost didn't hear you, assuming you had been talking to someone else.

"Me?" she asked, finally facing you.

You giggled at her uncertainty. "Yes, you." Your thumb plucked the fabric from her shoulder for a moment before you smoothed it back down against the white shirt she wore underneath it. "It looks good on you."

"Oh. Oh, um--" she stuttered, trying to look anywhere but your eyes that stared at her with unfaltering intensity. "Thank you. I like your skirt."

"Thanks! Actually," Hazel felt her breath catch in her throat when you interrupted yourself to raise the skirt's already short hem to your upper thigh. "It's a skort! It has shorts built in!" She found your excitement adorable and couldn't help but laugh along with you until Mr. G spoke up.

Class droned on for a painful ten minutes before the bell rang. You waved goodbye to Hazel as you caught up with Isabel and Brittany, leaving her behind with PJ and Josie.

"What the hell was that?" PJ smacked the back of Hazel's head.

"Ow! What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you two eye-fucking each other for the first five minutes of class."

"What?" Hazel jolted out of her seat. "That didn't happen! She was just talking to me and I--"

"'Oh, that looks so good on you, Hazel! Look at my skort and how it perfectly drapes over my luscious thighs! Don't you just want to stick your hand between--'" PJ was cut off by Josie's frantic protests.

"What PJ means is that you were obviously flirting," she explained. "We just want to know when this all started."

"There isn't a this," Hazel retorted. "She's ridiculously gorgeous and probably getting banged by some jerk on the football team while I spend every waking hour trying not to stare at her like a stalker!"

"It's okay, relax." Josie tried to verbally soothe Hazel's now rapid breathing. "We'll think of something to help you. For now just--"

"Sorry!" Your voice and sudden reappearance made the three girls jump. "I forgot my bag." You scooped it up, waving goodbye to Hazel once more.

"Have-- have fun with your skort!" she shouted after you, thanking every higher power that you had already let the door close behind you and you most likely didn't hear her.

Hazel buried her face in her hands, groaning in defeat. "Oh, dude," Josie said. "You're totally fucked."

...

The fight club had never felt so far away for Hazel, so she let out a deep sigh of relief when she joined her friends in the gym. She mustered the courage to give you a shy wave when you walked in from the opposite entrance. Her face warmed with a smile when you excitedly returned the gesture. God, how could you be so sweet? She pondered this question until PJ called the meeting to order.

"Let's get this shit started, fuckers." The club's leader eyeballed everyone, sizing them up. "You!" she pointed at Hazel, who stiffened, praying that PJ wouldn't do what she thought she was about to do. "And... you!" PJ's finger drew a direct line to your face, which smiled politely as you met your quivering opponent.

"Go easy on me, please?" Hazel attempted a joke. She felt lighter than air when she heard you laugh it.

"Don't worry," you said. "I wouldn't want to mess up your pretty face."

Hazel's jaw dropped to the floor, making it all the more painful when your fist connected with her chin. She stumbled backward, eyes raking over your figure as she pretended to plan her attack. She watched as your foot stepped forward, properly anticipating your second punch. She dodged your hand, using her own to grip your shoulders and send both of you to the ground.

She almost forgot that you were supposed to be fighting when she saw you on the floor. Your waist caged between her legs, you wriggled your arms in a feeble attempt to escape. Your hair was sprawled around your head, an angel halo that framed your red and panting face perfectly. Hazel couldn't help but let her mind wander to how you might look if you were lying beneath her in a different sort of circumstance. Her trance was broken when you spoke up.

"Shit," you breathed. "You're really strong, Hazel." The girl could have sworn she detected a hint of flirtation in your tone. She didn't have time to think about it, though. The compliment had caused her knees to weaken enough that you could slot your own knee between hers, flipping over until you were the one pinning her. Your leg remained between her thighs and Hazel only hoped that you couldn't feel how hot she had grown in that spot.

"Not strong enough, I guess, huh?" she asked you. Your expression was triumphant at the jubilant shouts and claps surrounding you.

"I guess not." The fight was over, but you stayed on top of her. Your hair tickled her face and your mouth was close enough that she could feel your breath. If she inched forward just a bit--

"Hell yeah, bitches!" PJ celebrated the dynamic spar. "That's how it's done! I want to see all of you whores getting that down and dirty from now on." PJ not-so-subtly winked at Hazel.

After she picked herself up, Hazel found herself unable to shake the feeling of your hands on her chest, your hair on her face, your knee between her legs. When you met her eyes from across the circle and shot her a wink, she knew that she would most definitely never, ever be able to shake that feeling.

At least not until it happened again.

...

Leaving Mr. G's class gave Hazel a nice break in the day. She was able to stop at her locker, grab a snack, and head to her science class. Science was the one subject that truly interested Hazel. It was the only one that kept her focus entirely. She was completely enthralled by everything it encompassed, and of course, she could never be distracted by your breathtaking smile or heart-melting giggle. Walking into the classroom, she looked forward to a blissful period where she wasn't plagued by images of you and your body and...

You. You were sitting at the lab table where she usually sat. You straightened your back when she walked in, waving at her enthusiastically.

"Hi!" you greeted her as she took her seat. "I just transferred into this class. The teacher told me you didn't have a lab partner yet, so it worked out perfectly!"

"What a fun coincidence," Hazel muttered nervously, wondering how she was supposed to concentrate on her favorite subject with you leaning over the lab table like that.

"So, our first lab is about heart rate." You detailed the lab to her with so much confidence that it intimidated Hazel. She was enthralled by your knowledge on the cardiac system, so enthralled that she found her eyes drifting toward where your heart rested behind your cleavage. "What we need to do is take each of our heart rates when resting, and tomorrow we'll take them in different states like exercising."

"Sounds good." She pulled her eyes away from your breasts, wanting to punch herself for ogling you. Thankfully, you must not have noticed as you leaned forward even more to grab the heart rate monitors you would be using. Your hair brushed past Hazel's cheek until she was enveloped in the delicious scent of you.

"Whoops, sorry." You tucked away your sweet-smelling hair into a ponytail. "How about we do you first?"

"Do me?" Hazel questioned, having been distracted by how pretty your face looked with your hair pulled back.

"Let's get your heart rate first," you explained, giggling at the blush that sprouted on your lab partner's cheeks.

"Right, right," she scolded herself before pointing out her wrist to the monitor you held. You grabbed her hand to move it closer to the reader, but Hazel held her breath when you didn't let go even after the device started beeping.

"Hmm," you sighed. "Your heart rate is super fast. Maybe this monitor is broken." You hit the device against your leg a couple of times to jolt it back to life. You seemed unsatisfied when it read the same results after a second round against Hazel's wrist. "Maybe we'll get a more accurate read against the pulse on your neck."

Before Hazel could process your next move, you pushed her hair back and stuck the monitor on the most sensitive part of her neck. She inhaled sharply at the sudden contact, eyes burning holes into the table to avoid looking into yours.

"Jesus, Hazel. Your resting heart rate is 120 BPM. Do you feel okay?"

Your concern warmed her heart. "Yeah, I'm totally fine. I feel completely normal." She looked at you, feeling her heart speed up even more as your gorgeous eyes bore into hers.

"What, do I make you nervous or something?" you teased her.

Hazel felt like she was seconds away from passing out. "What? No! I'm not-- why would you-- it's not like I--" her sputtering was cut off by your beautiful laugh again.

"I'm just messing with you, Haze." You grazed her arm, still laughing quietly. "I'm going to head to the bathroom. Try to take some deep breaths so you can calm down before I come back."

Still in disbelief, she watched as you glided out of the classroom. She didn't think she had blinked once since you touched her neck. She pried her gaze away from the door and hid her face in her palms. This was becoming much more than a hallway crush.

"Oh, dude," she said to herself. "I am totally fucked."

...

Author's Note: I hope you all liked my first little blurb! I am a horny little freak so I most definitely plan to write more for my girl Hazel, specifically smut because duh. I had so much fun writing this so please send me requests! I would love to hear what you guys want to read more of. Thanks!

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #hazel bottoms #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie

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fanficimagery · 9 months

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The Lost Girl

You just wanted to travel and forget all about the drama you left behind. You didn't expect to fall in with four boys who would become another family. Maybe more.

[Part Three of Three]

Author's Note: Y'all remember Elena's dress when she went to the party at the Mikaelson's? I think it was black and gold? Well anyway, that's what YN's dress is gonna be like except it's black and maroon. I'm totally unoriginal lol. The fight is totally anti-climatic and the end just… ends. I was so ready to end this. I'm sorry.

Words: 7.2K

The only good thing about your upcoming party is that Rebekah's completely taken over all the planning. She's recruited Elijah since he's the easiest to talk to between her brothers, leaving Klaus at the mansion with you and the boys. David and Dwayne love to hear about the history Klaus has seen, whereas Paul and Marko love hearing about all things chaotic and bloody.

You're all lounging around the sitting area as Klaus fills in your friends on the drama he caused when he first waltzed in Mystic Falls from his point of view when the front door opens and closes.

"YN. Gilbert."

"Uh oh. Someone's in trouble." Marko giggles.

You flip him off and then turn towards the archway where yet another blonde marches through. "Hello to you too, Caroline. It's rude not to knock, you know?"

She huffs. "Oh shut up. We've all tried ki-" She immediately shuts up herself, taking stock of the new faces in the room. But she's Caroline Forbes, so she rolls with it, easily lying. "We've all tried sabotaging each other multiple times. There's no need to knock between friends."

You and Klaus both smirk, but don't call her out on it.

"Whatever," she grumbles. "I just came over to demand why you didn't tell me you were planning a party?! You know I love planning parties."

"I don't even want this party, Care, but Paul and Marko are all about seeing what type of parties I had to attend when I was younger."

At her pout and look of indifference between your friends, you quickly introduce them to each other. All the boys politely greet her and she them, and it hardly takes her a moment to deduce who your boyfriend is.

"So you're the boyfriend?" Her eyes narrow at Dwayne. "Figures."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You ask.

"It means you have a type. Dark hair, broody looking…"

Klaus chuckles. "She's not wrong, love."

"You're both annoying," you deadpan. Then glancing back at Caroline, you ask, "Is that all you came over for? To demand why you're not part of the party planning committee?"

"Yes. And to see if you already have a dress all picked out."

"I do. Rebekah had a bunch of dresses delivered and I chose one. You want to see what's left on the rack?"

"Yes, please! I hate shopping last minute."

You grin and walk over to Caroline, hooking your arm with hers. "Let's go upstairs then." Looking at Klaus and the boys, you wink. "If there's trouble you want to get into before Elijah comes home, now is the time to do it. Caroline and I are long overdue for some girl talk."

"You heard her, boys, let's go." Klaus downs the rest of his drink before settling the tumbler aside and then standing up. Marko and Paul cheer, shoving at each other as Dwayne and David casually climb to their feet.

Everyone except Dwayne makes their way out and then he walks up to you. "Need anything?"

"No, I'm good, but thanks." He nods before leaning in to kiss your forehead, cheek, and finally your lips.

You're laughing as you shove him away, eyes twinkling. He returns your smile before nodding at Caroline and turning to go catch up with his brothers and Klaus.

As soon as he's out of earshot, Caroline gushes, "Oh my god, that was so adorable! Where did you even find him?!"

"In his hometown." You chuckle and then lead her towards the stairs so you can show her the dresses in your room. "I actually met Paul and Marko first, but when I met Dwayne.. it was like love at first sight." You smile as you remember meeting the dark haired vampire for the first time. "We kind of tortured everyone else with the 'will they or won't they' schtick, so it became public knowledge that we were both off limits."

"What changed?"

Getting bit by a werewolf, you mentally admit, but can't say that out loud. Not yet. So instead, you choose something that's easily believable because the scenario really did happen. "After missing a day of hanging out with them, some girls decided to move in. When I decided to surprise them one night, one girl was standing too close to Dwayne, so I walked right up to him and kissed him."

"You didn't!?"

"I did." You laugh. "And then Elijah and Klaus visited, informing me that Elena was getting impatient that I hadn't come back to Mystic Falls to make sure I was really okay."

"Oh so you'll let Klaus know where you now live, but not us?"

When you glance at Caroline, you notice she's not truly upset about it. "Yes because Klaus won't drag me back to Mystic Falls the moment something inconveniences Elena's life."

Your friend winces, but doesn't refute your words.

In your room, you walk to your closet while Caroline walks to the rack of dresses that's in the opposite corner. You grab the dress bag, pull it out and unzip it to show your friend. "Anyway, this is what I'm wearing." The strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline is maroon with a fitted bodice covered in black beads and black ribbons right beneath your bust. The skirt slightly flares out with an overlay of black tulle so the maroon still peeks out.

Caroline sighs. "This is so pretty. Is your boyfriend matching?"

You laugh as you zip the bag back up and put it away. "I'm pretty sure Elijah will get him a matching pocket square or something."

"So he's got Elijah's stamp of approval?"

"I think so."

"Sounds serious." She turns back to the rack, moving aside dress after dress. "Is he the reason you're staying where you're staying?"

"No. I was already planning on staying there. Dwayne was a surprise, but a welcomed one."

Caroline glances at you. "Ohhh, you're in deep. Look at that smile."

You purse your lips, having been smiling without knowing you were smiling. But seeing as she's already seen it, you give up and laugh. "Ugh, this is gonna sound stupid, but remember when I said seeing Dwayne was like love at first sight? Do you believe in that?"

Your friend freezes and then fully turns to face you. "Spill. Now."

You groan again and head over to your bed, dropping down on the edge. "When I first met Dwayne, it was no shock that I instantly found him attractive. What was a shock, however, is how jealous and protective I am of him. We haven't even known each that long to warrant such loyalty, but when Damon threatened Dwayne… Caroline, I saw red. I wanted to rip Damon's heart out right then and there."

"Hmm. That is weird. You've never been one to get worked up over a guy. You usually just shrug it off and move on."

"I know!"

"And how does Dwayne feel?"

"I'm assuming the same. Damon pinned me to the wall by my throat and Dwayne saw, and he was visibly shaking. I could see it took everything in him to hold himself back and then when I got back to the table, his hand gripped my thigh and didn't move until we stood up to leave."

"How insane would it be if it turned out that soulmates were real?" You laugh. "I'm serious! Ugh, you're so lucky. I wish I had someone who looked at me the way Dwayne looks at you."

"You do have someone who looks at you like that, but you refuse to entertain him because you're afraid of what everyone else will think."

Caroline frowns. "He hurt us. A lot."

"So did Damon, but that didn't stop Elena from jumping on his dick."

The blonde vampire grimaces. "I rather not think about that."

"Mhmm."

"Now will you help me choose a dress?"

Without even glancing at the rack, you say, "Go with the blue one that looks like mine, but has off the shoulder straps. You always look good in blue."

The day before your party, Rebekah had the ballroom completely transformed. You had happily stayed out of her way, listening to her bark orders from the comfort of your room. Dwayne and David took refuge with you, purposely not saying a word to their brothers as they wandered downstairs and got roped into lending a helping hand. And with Rebekah barking orders, Paul and Marko stayed in line.

Then the morning of your party, Rebekah had even taken it upon herself to have a buffet of breakfast ready for everyone. Marko practically salivated at the sight of the food, mentioning that they'd never eaten like kings and queens before. David then reminded him that they never had the appetite for human food quite like they have now after wrapping the bracelets around their wrists, and Marko conceded while stuffing his face with sausage and eggs.

You don't get to rest long after eating, Rebekah whisking you away to bathe and pamper before getting ready for the night. You end up in a bath with so many essential oils and salts that you nearly doze off, but Dwayne enters the bathroom and decides he wants to wash your hair.

Rebekah enters the bathroom when she hears you groan, only to huff and cross her arms over her chest. "Why are you two disgustingly adorable? Stop it right now."

With your head tilted back and Dwayne's fingers scratching against your scalp, you grin. "Shut up. If our positions were switched, you'd be smug as hell right now. Let me enjoy this."

"I'm honestly surprised he's not in there with you."

"And have your brothers glare at me throughout the party?" Dwayne asks. "No thanks."

"Fair." Rebekah continues to watch you with a fond smile on her face. "Well when you get out, Dwayne can help David wrangle his other brothers while you and I get ready in my room."

"Okay."

Dwayne finishes washing your hair before you stand, uncaring that your body is bare beneath the suds. He watches as you scrub your body down in the shower before grabbing a towel and handing it to you. Then after wringing out your hair and drying your body, you use the towel to wrap around your hair before taking the offered robe to drape around your body.

"Thank you." You reach up on the tips of your toes, giving him a chaste kiss. "Now it's your turn. I'll be with Rebekah and most likely won't see you until the start of the party."

"Mmm. Have fun." Dwayne kisses you once more and then pats you on the butt as you walk on by.

You're still smiling as you enter Rebekah's room, laughing when she's waiting for you with a champagne glass nearly filled to the brim. "Happy birthday, darling."

"Thank you, Rebekah." You accept the glass, clink it against the one she produces herself, and then proceed to down it in one go. "Now can I nap?"

"No."

You groan as Rebekah leads you to her vanity, making you sit.

. .

Rebekah starts on your hair first, making sure to detangle it and then spritz various hair products into it. She leaves out a couple of strands on either side of your head to frame your face and then loosely braids the rest of it to hang over your left shoulder. She sprays your hair again to make sure the hairdo holds, and then gets started on your makeup.

The make-up is kept mostly natural and nude, the only color being a hint of blush on your cheekbones, smokey black eyeshadow, and black eyeliner. Throughout the entire time, your phone was dinging with text messages from your family and friends, and you took the time to thank each of them.

Taking a break, Rebekah has sandwiches and fruit delivered to the room via Elijah, and it isn't long until Klaus shows up with presents with the rest of the boys trailing him. The Mikaelson's give you jewelry and money, a proper camera to capture the sights you see, and a brand-new laptop to edit and post the photos. You thank them profusely and even assure Dwayne, David, Paul, and Marko that you hadn't been expecting gifts from them so they can stop with the guilty expressions.

Then after kicking out the men from the room, you get started on Rebekah's hair and make-up. With her instruction, you get everything done pretty well.

When the time comes to finally step into your dress, you shamelessly drop your robe and step into a pair of panties. Rebekah holds your dress low for you and you step into it while she slides it up your body. Then after arranging your breasts to fill the cups, Rebekah zips you up.

Rebekah can only smile as she helps you don your newest necklace and bracelet, and then quickly dresses herself in a dress similar to yours, except the colors are black and gold. Plus, she dons a pair of black satin gloves as well.

"Well don't you two look beautiful."

You turn around to find Dwayne decked out in a suit with a maroon pocket square to match you. He has a few thin braids on one side of his head, only for all of his hair to be tied back in a stylish messy man-bun. "Holy shit." You look him up and down, licking and biting your bottom lip as you try to reign in your spiraling thoughts.

"Down girl," Rebekah muses, patting your shoulder. "It sounds like your guests are starting to arrive, so there's no use in messing up all the hard work I've done."

"Yeah, yeah. Get out." Rebekah laughs as you shoo her out of her own room, bidding Dwayne good luck as she passes him. He steps further into the room, and you readily accept him as he goes toe to toe with you. You lean up and kiss him. "You look handsome."

"It's all thanks to Elijah and Klaus. They really know how to style the riffraff."

You chuckle and kiss him once more. "So, how's it looking down there?"

"Marko and Paul are regretting the fancy suits, but David's keeping them well in line. And Klaus has already plied us with several blood bags each so we're not feeling peckish around your guests."

You sigh. "I think I should have indulged in a little blood myself. I have a feeling I'm going to need it."

"Come on. It won't be that bad."

"Famous last words."

Dwayne smirks. "Let's go greet your guests."

Looping your arm around Dwayne's, you rely on him to get down the grand staircase. And by the time you make it to the main floor, Caroline is arriving on the arm of her mother.

"Caroline! Sheriff Forbes!" You greet them with smiles and kisses to the cheek. "I'm happy you two could make it."

"Likewise." Sheriff Forbes smiles before warily glancing around. "When I got the invitation, I wasn't aware if the party was legit or if the Mikaelson's were up to no good again."

"I can see why you would think that," you say. "But when it comes to me, the Mikaelson's are family."

"But Elena-"

"Mom." Caroline politely nudges her, shaking her head.

Sheriff Forbes closes her mouth and takes a breath. Then smiling sadly, she says, "You never forgave her for the… attack on you and Caroline," she says while glancing at Dwayne.

"Oh. I'm sorry!" You say. "Liz, this is Dwayne. My boyfriend." Sheriff Forbes and Dwayne smile at one another, shaking hands. "And I forgave my sister for that a long time ago," you assure her. "What I don't care for is the way she and Damon treat me or my friends whenever something doesn't go to their liking. They don't take others' feelings into consideration."

Sheriff Forbes smiles tightly, nodding. "Fair enough."

"Well, happy birthday!" Caroline chirps. "Now point us to the food so we can get out of your hair."

Laughing, you're about to tell Caroline where she and her mother can find the food when you spot Bonnie and your brother coming up behind them. "Uh, Dwayne will show you," you tell her. "He's gotta check on his brothers anyway and make sure Klaus isn't getting them in trouble."

And without missing a beat, Dwayne detaches himself from you and offers his arm to Liz as he dips his head in politeness. "Ladies, if you'll follow me."

Dwayne ends up with a Forbes woman on each arm and you smile as he leads them towards the food. Then turning back towards the door, your smile widens as you accept a hug from Bonnie. "Hey! Long time no see." Bonnie is stunning in her own black and silver dress, and Jeremy surprisingly fills out his suit. Then again, he's been rather buff ever since he became a hunter. "Jer, you're looking muscular. Kill anything lately?"

"Ha. Ha," he deadpans while hugging you. "And you look good as well. I didn't expect…"

"Yeah, yeah. You didn't expect me to be alive and thriving just because of the Mikaelson's and blah, blah, blah." Both Bonnie and Jeremy chuckle, and you nudge them towards the party.

More people show up- Tyler, Elena, Damon, Enzo, Alaric plus his date, and several other locals that you hadn't seen for a while. You greet each and every one, thanking them for showing up and wishing them a good time.

Rebekah pulls you away from the door when it seems like no one else is showing up, leading you towards the bottom of the staircase where her brothers are waiting. Both Mikaelson men smile as you approach, but Rebekah leads you a few steps further up the staircase before telling you to stay put before joining her brothers.

You're confused, but no one says anything. Dwayne and his brothers are lined up just across from the Mikaelson's, each of them holding a champagne flute. Elijah, being the more diplomatic Mikaelson, calls for everyone's attention. And as a crowd gathers, you're not very surprised when the hired help walks around with platters full of champagne flutes to pass out to everyone.

"Thank you, everyone, for attending on such short notice," Elijah says as the gathered guests fall quiet. "Miss Gilbert has been off traveling the world and seeing everything this life has to offer, so we weren't sure she would be back in time for her birthday. Luckily for us, she decided to visit with some new friends of hers."

Paul whoops and you shake your head at him, grinning.

"So let us raise our glasses," everyone follows Elijah's lead as he raises his glass in a toast, "and wish Miss Gilbert a very happy birthday and safe travels when she no doubt leaves us all behind again." Elijah, Klaus, and Rebekah turn, grinning. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."

"Happy birthday!" The crowd then cheers.

You smile bashfully, nodding your thanks to those whose gazes you catch before walking down the stairs. Rebekah hugs you whereas her brothers kiss each of your cheeks, and then Dwayne takes hold of your arm while leading you to the main room.

Immediately, the humming and clapping of Hozier's Work Song fills the air, and Dwayne leads you to the center of the room before turning to face you. As he takes a step back and then bows at the waist, your eyes light up. "You dance?"

"Obviously. Don't you?" As you grab the skirt of your dress and curtsey, you can't help but laugh. "And besides, the birthday girl has to open her own party with the first dance."

"I'm pretty sure that's not a thing, but I'll take it." You and Dwayne step forward and then back, close to touching but not. He raises his hands, palms out, and you laugh some more as you hold your own palms just an inch from his as you walk in a circle. "Who told you about this dance?"

"Rebekah might have mentioned something about a pageant this little town holds and the dances forced upon you."

Dwayne then takes you in his arms and the two of you sway back and forth before he's gently pushing you out and then bringing you in on a twirl. The smile never leaves your face, not even when you can hear his brothers ribbing him.

Halfway through the dance, others join you. Dwayne's dancing skills make him that much more attractive to you and you let him know when you can't keep your lips to yourself.

The party goes on and you make your rounds while on Dwayne's arm. You introduce him to everyone you know, talk about the places you've been with some curious individuals, but refrain from mentioning where you met Dwayne in case others were listening in.

You eat and drink and dance some more, and all in all it's a good time.

Until it isn't.

Elena hadn't said much to you other than wish you a happy birthday, so you're resigned to hearing her out when she asks for a moment of your time when the party starts winding down.

She leads you to an empty room just down the hall and turns to face you with a frown. "So, you're leaving again?"

"What?"

"Elijah's speech. He said you were going to travel again."

"Oh. Maybe." You shrug. "I still need to find a house and set down roots before I start taking trips again."

"Your house is here!" She says, hurt lacing her tone. "Why are you so dead set on getting away from me?"

"Elena," you say softly. "I love you. I do! But I can't be here anymore. I'm so over the drama where you somehow manage to be ground zero for it all. I'm tired of being hounded by Damon for not jumping when he says jump and I'm just- I'm over it. You have your life and I have mine. You don't have to like it, but you will accept it."

Done with the conversation, you turn to rejoin the party, only for your sister's words to make you freeze. "Jenna would be so upset to see you so chummy with her murderer."

There's a gasp from the door and you realize the others have followed. Bonnie, Caroline, Damon, Stefan, Alaric, Dwayne, David, Paul, Marko, Rebekah, Klaus, and Elijah have all entered the room and you have no idea how you and Elena didn't sense the big group sooner.

The group from Mystic Falls knew how close you were to Jenna and how hurt you were over Klaus killing her, but they didn't know about Klaus' apology months later when you started having dinners with Elijah. It wasn't an easy apology to accept, but he promised to make it up to you for as long as you lived.

But not wanting to get into all that, you look at your sister and swing even lower than her. "Yeah? Well mom and dad would be even more upset to see you fucking your best friend's rapist." Elena gapes and her eyes fill with tears, and you roll your eyes. "Come now, Elena. Don't start the waterworks now. You wanna be Katherine 2.0, then be Katherine 2.0. If you're gonna be a bitch, then own it."

Your back suddenly hits the wall and you have a face full of an enraged vampire. "All right. That's enough."

"Damon!" Bonnie yells.

"What the fuck was that?" You hear Marko murmur, biting back a smirk at the fact that they're still playing human.

"That was a low blow, YN," Damon says, tightening his grip around your throat.

"Careful, Damon, your lap dog is showing," you muse. "This is between me and my sister."

"Yeah? Well, it becomes my business when you make her cry."

"Oh, how noble." You huff. "Now kindly take your hand off of me and leave. You're no longer welcomed here."

You hear a bit of a scuffle and look over Damon's shoulder to see David holding Dwayne back by the arm. You can see the rage in his eyes even as he attempts to keep his cool, and subtly shake your head.

Damon glances over his shoulder as well to see who you're looking at and turns back to face you with a smirk. "You're so quick to drop everyone in Mystic Falls, let's see if your newfound family will stick around after they find out that you're a monster."

Your expression hardens. "Damon, do-"

CRACK!

Damon has all of half a second of smug satisfaction as he watches your body collapse lifelessly to the floor before a heart stopping roar practically shakes the walls of the room. He whirls around, eyes wide, and braces himself for the truly monstrous individual advancing on him.

Dwayne's features have shifted, his features more sharpened and defined. His eyes are now yellow and red, and his fangs and claws have elongated in his rage. He grabs a stunned Damon by the shoulders before savagely sinking his fangs into Damon's neck and pulling free a chunk of flesh.

As Damon gurgles on his blood and Elena shrieks in horror, Stefan speeds at Dwayne to pull him off. Only then do David, Paul, and Marko fly at him and throw him across the room before making a wall in front of YN's body. Dwayne continues to attack Damon, snapping each and every bone in his body that he can to prevent the raven-haired vampire from fighting back.

Elena tries to intervene when it appears Damon can't defend himself, but Rebekah catches her by the arm. "Stay out of it. Damon made his bed, now it's time for him to lie in it."

Alaric pulls free a wooden stake to help his friend, but all it takes is Klaus tutting in his direction to give the history teacher pause.

Then having heard enough snarling and snapping bones, Elijah approaches Dwayne cautiously. "That's enough, Dwayne. I believe Mr. Salvatore has learned his lesson." Panting and heaving, Dwayne snarls one last time before kicking Damon so hard in the ribs that he sends him sliding across the floor towards his panicked brother. Dwayne then turns and his brothers part so he can make a beeline to YN's body. As he does, he sits on the floor to cradle her lifeless body in his arms. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you should never touch a vampire's mate," Elijah says.

Everyone seems surprised, but it's Caroline who steps forward with a frown. "Mate? And vampire?" She asks incredulously. "What is going on, Elijah?"

"Dwayne, David, Marko, and Paul are vampires," he tells the room, ignoring Elena's whimpers as she tries to offer aid to Damon. "A different species, obviously, but vampires nonetheless. When Niklaus and I noticed some differences, I decided to do a little research after learning of how quickly Dwayne and YN became attached."

"And your research proved that our kind has mates?" Paul wonders. At Elijah's nod, he beams. "Fuck yeah! We totally called it after YN got bit by that werewolf."

"What werewolf?" Caroline's eyes widen in alarm.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. It's all been taken care of," Klaus assures her. Caroline huffs at him, but all it does is make him smirk.

"That's nice and all, but can I have a little help?" Elena grouses. "Damon's really hurt."

"Oh boo hoo," Rebekah deadpans. No one makes a move to help Elena except for Stefan and Alaric.

The three of them are doing their best to tend to Damon when Enzo enters the room. He takes a look at the Lost Boys before taking a look at his injured friend and then glances at the Mikaelson's. When his gaze finally lands on Caroline, he sighs. "I always miss the fun. What happened this time?"

"Damon's a bloody idiot, is what this is," Rebekah says instead. "He snapped a vampire mate's neck and said vampire didn't take too kindly to that."

Enzo shrugs. "Fair enough. Now if you're all done in here, some of the humans heard the ruckus. Jeremy and I have been doing damage control, but some of these locals are too nosy for their own good."

"Thank you, Mr. St. John. My sister and I will take it from here." Elijah beckons Rebekah to join him and she grumbles about missing all the fun.

Enzo, now too invested to see any more drama go down, walks over to stand next to Caroline and Bonnie.

"So, you four are vampires?" Bonnie wonders when no one says anything. "How come we didn't know?"

"Because YN wanted it that way," David says.

"And you just do what she says? How long have you even known her?"

"Long enough," you grumble. Immediately you feel yourself being squeezed and you groan as your eyes flutter open. You're staring up at the ceiling and you realize you're on the floor. "Dwayne?" The head tucked into the side of your aching neck lifts, and you smile at the vampiric face of your boyfriend. Reaching up, you tap on the tip of one of his fangs. "You can put these away now. I'm fine."

"He snapped your neck," he grumbles.

"Is he dead?"

"No."

"Pity."

"YN!"

"What?" You whine. You attempt to sit up, letting Dwayne help you. Then glancing over at your sister, you have no fucks left to give her. "He snapped my neck. The way I see it, if he's still breathing, he got off easy."

"You could have told us your friends were different vampires."

"But then Damon wouldn't have gotten his ass kicked." Then glancing at those standing, you ask, "Did anyone record it?" Everyone with the exception of Stefan, Elena, Damon, and Alaric find your question funny. Dwayne stands and helps you to your feet, and you stretch a little with a groan. "But now you all see why I left, right? I refuse to live a life that Damon wants to control."

"But you'll live a life that the Mikaelson's control?" Elena huffs.

You stare at her, shaking your head. "When are you going to get over your hate for them? You all refuse to forgive the Mikaelson's, yet Damon somehow gets a free pass?" You ask.

"Damon didn't kill Jenna!"

"No, but he did kill the love of Enzo's life and then left Enzo to burn alive," you say. Then looking at Stefan, you say, "He killed Lexi. He's killed Ric, Jeremy, and even me a few times." Looking at Bonnie, you add, "He threatened Grams into using too much magic that led to her death and let's not forget everything he put Caroline through. So why the hell is Damon forgiven for all of that, but yet you're so appalled when I associate with Klaus, Elijah, and Rebekah?"

No one has anything to say, and Elena can't even look at you. She's too busy making sure Damon is healing properly.

"She has a point," Enzo says, breaking the silence.

Glancing at him, you offer him a smile before looking at each of your friends. "I'm tired, hungry, and pissed off now, so the party's officially over. Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

As you walk off, Dwayne takes hold of your hand. "Go up to the room. I'll grab some blood bags and liquor from the kitchen."

"Thank you." You squeeze his hand before letting go, grabbing the skirt of your dress and lifting it just a little so you can walk up the stairs without tripping.

. .

In the comfort and safety of your room, you strip out of your dress and run yourself a hot shower. The first thing you do is wash all the hair products out of your hair before scrubbing your face free of makeup, and then wash your body before standing under the rainfall of water. You sigh, reaching a hand up to rub at your sore neck.

The sound of the shower drowns out the outside noise, so you startle a little when you feel a hand land on your shoulder. Uncaring of your nudity, you turn around and are met with an equally nude Dwayne. He hands you a blood bag that's a little warm to the touch and you don't waste a moment. You grab the bag and immediately bring it up to your mouth, letting your fangs pierce the bag.

As you suck down your meal, you let Dwayne lead you a few steps back so he's standing under the rainfall of water as well. His hands gently cup your face, thumbs brushing the veins beneath your eyes that have slithered to the surface. Your eyes flutter open and you drop the bag when you're done with it.

Dwayne then leans down so his forehead is resting against yours, and his hands move down so his fingers gently probe around your neck. "I wanted to kill him," he quietly admits. "It took all my self-control to not rip his head from his body."

You huff a laugh as you wrap your arms around his waist. "As much as I wish you would have, it's best that you didn't. If anything happened to poor Damon, Elena and Stefan probably would have hounded us until the end of times."

"Then they would have met the same fate. You were dead at the time, but apparently we're mates and our instincts to protect each other are insane."

"Excuse me?" You pull back a bit, staring at Dwayne in disbelief. "Mates actually exist?"

"For my kind, yes. It's why I knew something was off that first day we were here and Damon had you pinned to the wall. It's also why I flew into a rage when he snapped your neck."

Mouth agape, you shut it with an audible click. A moment later, you shrug. "Well, that explains the rage I felt when Damon threatened your life. Normally I'd have laughed a threat like that off, but I got severely pissed off."

Dwayne chuckles. "This is going to be fun."

"For you, maybe. Protective instincts aren't the only instincts that rears its ugly head thanks to our apparent bond."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm possessive, dear mate." You smile up at him. "I noticed it the last time that one female tried gaining your attention, but it wasn't too bad of an urge to rip her head off. If she had touched you, however, I'm pretty sure it would have been game over for her." Dwayne slowly smirks and you slowly raise your arms so they're wrapped around his neck, and you hop up as you wrap your legs around his waist. "Now are you going to fuck your mate or just stand here under the water?"

"I wasn't sure you were up for anything after having your neck snapped," he says while reaching below you and grabbing hard length to notch at your entrance.

"For you? I'm always up for something." You slowly lower yourself on Dwayne's cock, head tilting back as your mouth opens in a silent moan. He grunts when you're fully seated and when you meet his smoldering gaze, you clench around him and cause him to grunt. "Now come on. Make me scream and embarrass my sister who is no doubt still trying to play victim downstairs."

Smirking, Dwayne places one hand on your ass as he walks over to the wall and then places his other hand on the wall for a bit of balance. "Hang on…"

Dwayne pulls out nearly all the way, and then a moment later he thrust back in. Hard. You moan, fingernails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, and then beam brightly at him. "Again."

The following morning, you have absolutely no shame when you and Dwayne enter the kitchen together. Everyone, with the exception of Elijah and Klaus, are all smirking at you.

"Well, well," Rebekah muses. "Look at you. I'm surprised you're not walking funny."

Paul and Marko immediately laugh, and Klaus looks quite appalled.

"Rebekah, please, can you not?" Elijah asks, already exasperated with where the morning conversation is clearly headed.

"Oh hush. We're all adults here."

You chuckle as you head towards the refrigerator, pulling out a pitcher of orange juice to pour yourself a glass. "Who all got an earful besides those in this room?"

"Well Damon thinks you were faking it."

"Of course." Your eyes roll.

"Stefan looked like he had sucked on a sour lemon, Elena turned beet red as if she was some prude, and Caroline and Enzo couldn't help but be impressed."

You chuckle some more as you sip your juice and then make your way to the table where Dwayne is already seated. You help yourself to a few slices of bacon and pay no mind to Dwayne's brothers who are patiently waiting to tease you. Unfortunately for them, you're not bothered by it at all.

"So will you be leaving this afternoon?" Klaus asks in order to break the silence.

"Yes." When you glance at Rebekah, you smile at her pout. "But you guys will always be welcomed in Santa Carla and I'll do my best to visit every other month."

"You better."

"What about these bracelets?" Marko asks. "Are we supposed to give them back once we're back in Santa Carla or…?"

"The bracelets are a gift," Elijah says smoothly. "And as a token of our appreciation for being on your best behavior and abiding by the rules we set out, we will pay for a trip for all of you to wherever you want."

"We appreciate that," David says, "but we need to settle our claim on Santa Carla before we can take off again. And speaking of Santa Carla, how is our home?" He then asks Klaus.

Klaus shrugs. "My hybrids have dispatched a werewolf pack looking to make camp in your woods. Your territory is as you left it- dirty and nearly uninhabitable."

"Klaus." You shake your head in amusement at him. "I've made my decision."

"I'm well aware."

"Then don't be a dick."

"I said nearly." You chuckle as he smirks. "Now let us have a nice breakfast before you and your friends start to pack. The jet is being fueled as we speak."

. .

After a very talkative breakfast and barely half an hour of packing, you and the boys are on a private jet back to Santa Carla. You had immediately made a beeline for the singular bedroom at the back of the jet to go back to sleep, and Dwayne joined you for about an hour before rejoining his brothers.

You join them sometime later, taking the time to sip a drink as you listen to the boys brainstorm the perfect location for the trip you're all going to take once David's confident enough with his grasp on Santa Carla.

And it's only once you've stepped foot back in Santa Carla does your phone ping with a text message from Klaus. It's directions to a location and instructions to call him when you get there.

"What do you think it is?" Dwayne asks as he reads the message himself.

"I have no idea, but it's Klaus, so anything is possible."

You can see Paul and Marko are anxious to get back to their cave, but David wants everyone to stick together. So, after procuring- er, compelling- a car, you drive to the location Klaus had sent you.

Pulling up to the location that's still in Santa Carla, you're not surprised at its remote location, but you are surprised with the steel gate blocking a driveway and the steel fence that wraps all around the property. Off in the distance, up on a hill, there's quite the house sitting there.

"What the hell is this?" Paul asks, leaning forward between the seats.

"I have no idea." You pull out your phone and dial Klaus' number, still staring at the house in awe while holding the phone to your ear. When the line clicks over, you immediately ask, "What did you do?"

"Welcome home, love. The code to the gate is your birthday." You glance at the small box just outside the driver's side window and punch in the code. When the little red light turns green, the gates start to open. "Since there was no way you were going to leave Santa Carla, I figured that you could at least live in a proper home rather than that dark, dank cave your boys are apparently so fond of. Honestly, they needed to get out of there as well."

"Klaus… this is a lot," you utter in awe. You drive all the way up to the front steps and everyone hurriedly vacates the car to take a look around. "I can never repay something like this."

"Family doesn't repay family back. At least not ours."

"Klaus."

"I'm serious. It's done. Now since you're all vampires, I had a witch spell the house for you."

"How so?"

"No guest, whether they're supernatural or not, can enter your home without your permission. There was a little blood magic involved, so you'll have to invite your mate and friends in."

You walk up to the front door and enter the house with ease, smirking at Marko when he tries to enter behind you but can't. You quickly invite all four boys in and then turn to stare at the lavish home. "Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, truly… thank you."

"Think nothing of it. But if you truly want to repay me back, you can take Rebekah on your next trip. She truly is aggravating."

You laugh and nod before saying, "Yes. Of course. Anything."

"Mhm. Well, I'll let you and the boys get acquainted with your new home. Have fun. Don't murder too many people."

"We'll try." You end the call with Klaus and only then does the sound of Paul and Marko's excitement reach your ears. You feel pressure at your elbow and find Dwayne standing there, looking down on you. "It's ours."

"What?"

"It's ours. Klaus obviously didn't like the living conditions of the cave, so he bought us a house."

"Well… shit." You snort at his utterance. "It's been a long time since any of us have lived in a proper home."

"Hey! If this is our house, do we get to call dibs on a room?" You hear Paul shout from somewhere deep in the house.

"Dwayne and I get the master!" You shout back. "It's a free for all for the rest of you."

All of a sudden you hear footsteps pounding on the hardwood floor, followed by grunting and whining, and protests of David being unfair.

Smiling, you turn back towards Dwayne and grin. "So, I guess this is home?"

"Do you want it to be?"

You shrug. "Home is wherever you are. If you want to go back to the cave, then let's go back. But if you want to stay here, then we'll stay here."

Dwayne flashes you one of his rare smiles as he reaches for you, and tugs you close. "Well, I wouldn't want to piss off the big bad hybrid by taking his precious baby sister back to the dark, dank cave."

You laugh and quickly lean up on the tips of your toes, pressing your lips to his in a chaste kiss. "Then we'll stay." You kiss him again. "Now come on. Let's go break in our new bed."

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writingdumpster · 1 year

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camping

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

warnings: suggestive language

summary: the teens of the group know about eddie’s crush on you and your crush on him so they orchestrate a group camping trip to push you and Eddie together.

word count: 2,000

A/N: I just hit 2K. Thank you all so much for reading my work and supporting me. I just got done with school, so I’ll be posting a lot for the next month. (I hope). Thank you again, it means something to me.

The leaves crunched beneath your boots as you hopped out of the passenger seat of Eddie’s van. Eddie pulled the back door of the van open and the kids started piling out of the back. The whole gang was going on a camping trip for the weekend.

“Why does y/n always get to ride shotgun?” Mike complained as Steve’s car pulled up with Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan.

“I rank the highest,” you said. Eddie chuckled.

“No, I do,” Dustin interjected. Lucas and Will started pulling out the tents.

“Not true. She’s right. She outranks everyone,” Eddie said.

“You met her after us! She isn’t even in Hellfire,” Dustin complained.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Max joked. Dustin flipped Max off before returning to the van to get the last remaining ice chest.

All of you began setting up the tents. There were two four-person tents and two two-person tents. Jonathan and Nancy were the obvious occupants of the first two-person tent, but the other didn’t have an obvious pairing.

“El and I can take it,” Mike volunteered when it came into question.

“No,” Nancy and Steve said in unison. Dustin and Lucas chuckled when Mike’s expression deflated. Robin had a mischievous smirk on her face.

“Eddie and y/n should take it,” Robin said. Your cheeks burned as you glared at her. She and Nancy were the only people you had told about your crush on Eddie.

“Yeah, Robin and I can split up and make sure the kids don’t get up to anything,” Steve said. It was Eddie’s turn to glare at Steve, the only person that Eddie had told about his crush on you. You and Eddie then both looked at one another and gave each other kind smiles.

“It’s fine with me,” you said nervously.

“Yeah, that works,” Eddie agreed. You went towards the van to go collect your bag. Steve was walking away when Eddie grabbed his collar.

“Why would you do that?” Eddie hissed. “I’m not gonna be able to keep it together if I’m sleeping next to her!” Steve chuckled. He patted Eddie’s shoulder and Eddie released him.

“Robin told me she’s got a crush on you too,” Steve said with a smirk.

“She likes me back? Wait, how long have you known that?” Eddie questioned.

“A while, it’s kinda obvious. But we were talking about it on the way here,” Steve said.

“So, Jonathan and Nancy know too then?” Eddie asked.

“Well, y/n told Nancy she liked you. Jonathan was the only one who was totally out of the loop,” Steve said. Eddie laughed at that. He liked Jonathan, he just didn’t know Jonathan that well.

“Was this all a set-up?” Eddie questioned.

“Not entirely, maybe like 70% set-up 30% camping trip,” Steve joked. Eddie watched as you ducked into the tent that you and Eddie were meant to spend the next two nights in. “Go get her.” Eddie nodded and followed you into the tent.

“Hey,” he greeted you. You were kneeling on one side of the rectangular tent. You had a small duffle bag and a backpack in front of you.

“Hi,” you greeted with a smile as Eddie dropped his things onto the other side of the tent.

Say something to her. Eddie thought as hard as he could in search of something good to say to you. Maybe he could say something that would make you laugh. Eddie loved to hear the sound of your laugh, especially when he was the one who’d made you laugh. You started to unroll your sleeping bag and before he could think better of it Eddie opened his mouth.

“That’s your sleeping bag?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah?”

“You’re going to be freezing!” He exclaimed.

“What and yours is so much warmer?” You asked. Eddie gestured down at the thick, fleece lined, down sleeping bag that he had laid out.

“Yours isn’t meant for the outdoors, princess,” Eddie said. Your cheeks heated at the nickname.

“It’s the only one I have,” you told him.

“You should’ve told me. I would’ve brought Wayne’s,” he said. You shrugged.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you said.

“You can always share with me,” Eddie said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes.

“In your dreams, Munson,” you joked.

“In yours too, I suspect,” Eddie teased back.

All of you spent the afternoon on a hike up to the waterfall by the campground. Eddie held his hand out to you a few times to help you down particularly steep jumps, and you weren’t sure when but at some point you didn’t let go of his hand after you had landed safely.

When it got dark Eddie and Robin got a fire going while Steve and you laid out s’mores supplies. For a while you were seated beside Eddie, both of you on a blanket spread out over the ground, backs leaning against a log that sat behind you. You got up at some point, off to find another sweater. You were stepping over Eddie’s legs when he grabbed your hand.

“Come down here, sweetheart,” Eddie called sweetly. No part of you wanted to resist as he pulled you down into his lap. He pulled you up close so that your back was against his chest, tucking his chin into the crook of your neck so he could continue to listen to the campfire chatter. His arms were around your middle, but you tugged on his hands so that his fingers were interlaced with yours.

“Since when are you two toge—ow!” Mike was cut off when Nancy punched him in the arm. Your body tensed but Eddie’s thumb rubbed against the back of your hand tenderly. It was like the rest of the day had been. No words were being spoken, but the two of you wanted each other.

“You smell nice,” Eddie whispered when Lucas started telling a scary story. You smiled and Eddie could feel your cheek move against him.

“Probably just the mountain air,” you said.

“No, it’s lavender. Is it your shampoo?” Eddie asked. You were quiet for a moment, surprised at how observant Eddie was when it came to you. You had seen him walk right past ‘do not enter’ signs and ask for directions to a location that was just on the other side of the street. Despite that he was noting that your shampoo smelled like lavender.

“Yeah, it is. My conditioner is too,” you told him. Eddie hummed in approval. He leaned his nose into your hair and inhaled.

“I like it,” he murmured. You snuggled back further into his chest.

“I like the way you smell too,” you said. Eddie chuckled.

“What? Cigarettes and sweat?” He joked. You turned your head so you could take a whiff of Eddie’s distinct masculine musk.

“Whatever it is, it’s nice,” you said. Eddie smiled. “I think I’m gonna go to bed,” you whispered.

“I’ll come too,” Eddie said. He held his hand out to support you as you rose from the ground and bid everyone a good night.

“Good night, love bird—ow! Jesus, Nancy!” Mike’s jeers were once again interrupted by a punch from Nancy. Your cheeks burned as you ducked into your tent.

You and Eddie faced away from one another as you changed into your pajamas. Eddie couldn’t help himself when he glanced over his shoulder. All he saw was the back of you, but he was enamored by the way your waist curved into your hip, the dimples that were on your back, and the way your skin looked in the dim light from his electric lantern.

“Are you dressed?” You asked after you’d slid on your sweatshirt.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. The two of you turned around. Eddie was in flannel pajama pants and a henley. He had pushed the sleeves up to his elbows and somehow in the most innocent of clothing he looked irresistible.

“You really should sleep in my bag, princess. You’re not going to be warm enough,” Eddie said.

“Nice try, Eds. I’ll be fine,” you said.

“I’m serious, sweetheart. It’s cold out here,” he tried.

“I’ll be okay,” you said. Eddie raised his hands in surrender.

“Whatever you say,” he agreed.

“Um…good night, Eddie,” you said as you crawled into your sleeping bag. Eddie smiled.

“Good night, princess,” he replied as he tucked himself in. He was sure you’d be in his sleeping bag within an hour. After ten minutes you were shivering in your thin sleeping bag. Eddie was right. It was not designed for outdoor use. Your teeth started chattering as you lay curled up tightly.

“Princess?” Eddie’s voice cut above the sounds of the forest.

“Yeah?” You asked, turning your head to look over at Eddie. He had unzipped the side of his sleeping bag facing you and was holding it up with open arms.

“Come here,” he called. You didn’t need to be asked twice. You crawled out of your sleeping bag and into his, immediately tucking yourself into his chest and trying to absorb all his warmth.

“Jesus, you’re freezing!” Eddie remarked. He reached behind you to pull the zipper of his sleeping bag up before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tight against his body. He moved his hands quickly against your arms, trying to generate friction that might warm you up. He felt your face to see if it was still cold. When he found it was, he pressed his hands against your cheeks. He leaned in and exhaled hot air against your neck and you let out a little hum of pleasure. Your heart dropped before beating like the drums that Eddie’s band played.

“What was that I just heard, princess?” Eddie called down to you. You refused to look up at him but you were sure he had a smug grin across his face.

“I didn’t hear anything,” you said. Your cheeks were burning as you tried to tuck your head back down. Eddie reached up and tipped your chin to make you meet his eyes.

“Really?” He asked. “I thought I heard something.” You shook your head. Eddie’s eyes turned to your lips.

“Eddie…” You whispered quietly.

“Yes?” He asked, his tone teasing. His hand had moved to your neck, the skin still cold.

“I…You’re so close,” you murmured. You were holding your breath.

“I could be closer,” Eddie said. “Do you want me closer, princess?” You nodded. “I need to hear it.”

“Yes,” you whispered. Eddie’s lips were on yours. They were warm and velvety soft and his kiss enveloped your whole body in warmth as if you had walked into a cozy cabin with a roaring fire. His tongue moved against yours smoothly, the two of you working in perfect harmony as if you had kissed each other for centuries. It was undoubtedly the best kiss you had ever had. His hands moved away from your face, arms settling around you again. You met his eyes and the two of you broke out in laughter.

“We just kissed!” You giggled. Eddie grinned.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since we met, angel,” Eddie confessed proudly.

“Me too,” you told him. “It was better than I imagined.”

“Your lips are soft,” Eddie said. You smiled but didn’t respond. He blushed, wondering if he had said something too forward. You smirked as he looked away from you. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his exposed neck.

“You deserve some softness, Eds,” you mumbled against him. He turned his head down to catch your lips in his again.

“Are you gonna be the one to give it to me, sweetheart?” He asked. You nodded.

“If you’ll let me,” you said. Eddie smirked.

“Oh, angel. I’d let you do anything to me.”

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson imagine

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clairdelunelove · 4 months

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next to you

itadori yuuji x reader

genre: fluff! (classmate!yuuji & transferstudent!reader)

warnings: none

synopsis: the thought of moving schools was disheartening. memorizing a different schedule, acquainting yourself with new people, and leaving your friends behind were factors that you did not look forward to. yet, when you're seated next to a blushy haired male with a sweet smile�� you decide that you could get used to it.

a.n. I recently went to an anime convention and got a pic with the cutest itadori cosplayer ever! and unknowingly, upon checking my phone at home, saw that they gave me bunny ears in the pic! so hi jjk fandom! pls take care of me! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

head very full at the thought of itadori yuuji showing you around campus and can't help but have his interest pique at your arrival.

moving schools in the middle of the semester was a relatively difficult obstacle to overcome. it was unfortunate. the loss of packing up the life that you had grown into. you missed your old friendships– the ones that had you beaming when you caught a glimpse of your best friend waiting at the school gates or stifling a laugh from their silly jokes during class. initiating conversation was never your strong suit, either. words felt sticky on your lips and you instinctively shut down after the usual pleasantries were said. you felt awkward; and the sentiment radiated off of you in waves which, coincidentally, turned people away. so to say that you weren’t necessarily excited to be acquainted with your professors and classmates was an understatement. you had a new campus to explore, aloof introductions to give, and schedules to memorize. with each passing second your enthusiasm wavered. a frown tugs at your lips as you take a seat at your desk. but when you get a glimpse of golden skin, a beaming smile, and pretty brown eyes— you have a sneaking suspicion that moving wasn’t too terrible.

classmate!yuuji that puts in the effort to introduce himself to you right when you walk in. he’s extremely polite; a trait that you gather from how he leans over to bow his head to you. almost knocks over his desk from how quick his movements are. light brown eyes flickering to you, his curiosity gets the best of him once the spot next to him is occupied. “looks like my desk partner is here!” he hums while swinging his long legs in your direction so he can directly address you. “itadori yuuji,” he clarifies with a friendly smile, “pleasure to meet you!” and immediately you can tell that he’s charming in the way that has you warming under his vigilant gaze. soft eyes and tender intentions. you straighten in your seat to appear more inviting. hoping to garner a good first impression. anything to catch the interest of your new classmate. and when you introduce yourself through flustered stutters and pauses, he doesn’t seem to mind. no, yuuji just reaches over, slender fingers pointing at the strap of your backpack, and mentions, “cool keychain, by the way.” it’s a clay figure you molded for yourself as a tribute to your favorite- yet totally obscure- movie so the compliment causes your heart to flip at the acknowledgement. can already tell that he’ll be the highlight of your day. and when yuuji hears your sheepish yet overjoyed, “thanks. can't believe you know where it's from,” a beguiling grin curls upon his lips.

classmate!yuuji that takes the time to show you around the campus even if he’s late to club tryouts. despite his incredible athleticism, he’s not interested in joining any of the school’s clubs but the tryouts were fun. just a small event that brought the school together while crowds of upperclassmen coerced others to become involved. yuuji recalled agreeing to coming out to the track club’s tryouts; probably using his record speed as a persuasion tactic and he didn’t want to go back on his word. yet, he had a small task to take care of first. “and this is where your last class is,” he gestures with a broad smile. he’s currently walking backwards with his hands stuffed in his pockets while you trailed beside him. a couple students actively greeted him and he returned the sentiment with a nonchalant wave or quick fist-bump. the epitome of cool that you could only dream of. fortunately, you both shared a majority of classes together so he’d be there if you ever needed anything. he watches you jot down a careful note on the back of your binder to indicate the location before quickly expressing your gratitude, “thanks so much. really, you’ve helped me so many times today.” it’s true, he’d walked you across the whole campus and pointed out any rooms you may need in the future. his shoulders lift in a shrug, though, like it’s merely common courtesy, “'ts no problem.” his kindness causes a smile to curl upon your lips as you suggest, “is there anything I can do to pay you back? maybe buy you lunch sometime?” it’s a little forward, for your standards, but you can’t help but feel indebted to him. he took your nervousness and transformed it into comfort. unbeknownst to you, yuuji’s battling his own predicament because the light filtering through the window causes you to illuminate. a glowing halo surrounding you. you’re so angelic– long lashes fluttering when you tilt your head up at him. he gulps and clears his throat, “sorry, what was that?” his voice is sheepish and the tone is a little odd coming from someone so assured like he is. can sense the tips of his ears burning at the realization that the transfer student is unfairly pretty. so he shifts his feet while naively confessing, “it’s a little hard to think when you look at me like that.”

classmate!yuuji that thinks you’re the smartest person he’s ever known. you could be instructing him on how to solve a problem incorrectly but he’d always take your word that you’re right. will gasp and murmur, “oh, I gotta do it like that? got it.” and scribbles down the rest of his answers like how you showed him. gets defensive if someone else rudely tells you that you’re wrong for following a different format. his brows would furrow, bewildered when the blame is automatically placed on you since you were the transfer student. “(y/n) taught me this way and I got it right,” he’d mention while pressing his lips together, “so both ways work. nothin’ wrong with that.” the finality of his words usually do the trick to shut down any arguments. you even end up spending more time with yuuji outside of class. he’ll find you in some desolate corner of the library, buried in a textbook, and ends up canceling his plans so he can study with you. strolls in with a beaming smile and a quick wave of his hand. lightly chuckles when he recognizes how you hastily tidy your miscellaneous papers and pens. however, your studying sessions become a bit more talkative whenever he drops in. eagerly chatting about the latest tv shows that he’s been watching. “I like that one a lot too,” a smile graces your face as you clasp your hands together, “can’t wait for the new season to come out. I think it’s coming out in a couple months. april, maybe?” “yeah, april!” yuuji repeats and presses the tip of his pen to his lips while pondering, “wonder if the villain will come back during that time.” it’s irrational but seemingly minor moments like these were significant to you. and a pleased warmth spread within you at the fact that you shared some hobbies with your blushy haired classmate. if exams rolled around, though, the two of you put immense effort into studying. with yuuji dutifully reading his textbook next to you, you’re about to commit to your own studying when he lets out a sudden exhale, “this is so boring! I can’t do this.” he shifts in his seat, trying to get more comfortable, but unknowingly knocks his knee against yours. you’re giggling at his dilemma, however. “maybe you need a break or I could try helping. is it science?” it’s phrased like a question because you’re uncertain of how much help you’d be. yet, he defeatedly slouches in his seat and huffs, “help, please. you’re the smartest person I know.” and when you turn to him, you’re greeted by his wide, puppy-dog eyes for good measure. “woah,” you grin while gently pushing at his face, “don’t need to pull that move on me, mister.” yuuji yelps, reaching up to enclose his hand over yours before gleefully laughing, “it’s my secret weapon though!” and the rest of the session is filled with teasing smiles, soft nudges, and knowing hushes.

classmate!yuuji that greets you, without fail, every morning. he could be slouched over, scrolling through his phone, or idly chatting with friends– just occupied in his own circle of friends. it only took you a week to recognize that your blushy haired classmate was quite popular amongst your colleagues. well, he’s not necessarily labeled as ‘popular,’ but rather favored and admired. yuuji’s known to step in and dissolve petty arguments between other students or help a teacher without squabbling. carrying and passing out heavy textbooks to different classes with a polite smile. it was difficult to find someone that outwardly disliked him. no one had a reason to. students, upperclassmen and underclassmen alike, flocked to him whenever there were openings in school clubs. but he always gently declines with a dismissive wave of his hand before returning to flip through his comic book. yet, when you come scampering in the class, he visibly perks up. and as embarrassing as it is, your classmates know that whatever they utter to yuuji will just go over his head when you walk in. his bright eyes land on you as you settle in the seat next to him. “hey!” he greets with a tilt of his head, “g’morning!” right when you turn to him, he slides the book closed and rests his chin on his hand. gives you his undivided attention. the movement causes your eyes to catch that the sleeves of his dark sweatshirt are tugged upward and you knowingly shake your head. “don’t tell me you helped rearrange the desks before class again,” you teasingly chastised with an intentional glance to his calloused hands, “but good morning, yuu.” already your closest friend, the nickname for him was only natural. and yuuji never deterred you from using it– if anything, he was fond of it. causes a smile to break upon his face. it seemed like you caught him because he abruptly pulled away to scratch at the back of his neck, “hm, I had to.” then, he scoots closer to you before explaining with a playful grin, “besides, sensei let me keep the spot next to you because of it.” and as you desperately attempt to fight off the heat that floods your face, yuuji just shoots you another sweet smile.

#jujutsu itadori #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #yuuji fluff #itadori x y/n #itadori yuuji x reader #jjk x reader

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i-am-so-riddikulus · 2 years

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His Lady Wife

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader

Summary: part two to A Nightly Stroll, readers wedding night with daemon, and the reaction of all who find out

A/N: Wow! I was not expecting so much love on my last post! Thank you all so much! I wrote this as fast as I could for you all, so I apologize if it’s not as good. Please enjoy!

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: angst, smut, vaginal, unprotected sex, fingering, breeding kink, sorry if i missed anything

There became a moment when Rhaenyra started to notice something. She had always been close with her uncle, and when he was around less and less, she knew something was amidst. At first she thought he might be focusing on himself. After all, he was just back from the war at the Stepstones which took a little over three years to end. But with each conversation, each glance, each touch, she had figured out her mystery. All she needed now was to talk to you alone.

She chose to do so when you were in your chambers for the night, cuddled up with a book that Daemon had gifted you. A knock rapped against your door, “Come in,” you said, fixing your nightgown.

Rhaenyra walked in, still in her dress from earlier in the day. You quickly walked over to her, “Good evening, my Princess, what may you need at this hour?”

She smiled, pulling you into a quick hug, “Oh Y/N, you know you do not need to be so formal around me, it’s just the two of us, and you are my best friend.”

“Forgive me, it’s a habit Rhaenyra,” you apologized.

“No need to apologize either,” she laughed.

She walked around your room, looking at all the books that you had laid about. She picked up one, examining the cover, “I believe that I can trust you with anything, Y/N,” flipping through the pages, “and tonight I want us to be totally honest with each other,” she finally stopped at the last page, where Daemon had left a note for you. She looked at you with knowing eyes.

She started to walk towards you, “I myself have done something that I wish to tell you,” she paused, smiling sweetly, “I have taken Ser Criston Cole to bed.”

You couldn’t contain your giggling, knowing that Rhaenyra had found the knight most attractive for sometime now. You grabbed her hands, dying to know more, “Gods, how did it happen!”

She laughed, pulling your hands, “First I need you to tell me something that you did.”

Your heart started pounding, feeling your hands start to grow sweaty. You thought no one knew, not a single word about the night had been spoken by anyone. How did Rhaenyra know?

Did Daemon tell her? You knew they were close. “I,” you cleared your throat, “Well, recently I have had relations with the Prince,” you closed your eyes, expecting anger from Rhaenyra, but instead she was smiling.

“I knew it! First I noticed Daemon partaking in much more conversation with you, and then I saw all of the signs,” she seemed very proud of herself.

You were very confused, “What signs are you talking about?”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh you know, the glances, the touches. I’m surprised your own father had not noticed,” She picked up the book once again, “Not to mention this book from his own collection with a note to you.” she smirked, “So tell me dear friend, how did you woo my uncle?”

You laughed softly, “I wouldn’t say that I wooed him, it was definitely him doing the wooing.” It comforted you knowing that Rhaenyra wasn’t upset, she even seemed excited.

—

While you were having your talk with Rhaenyra, your father had finally noticed you. Unknown to you or Daemon, he had spies in the pleasure house. Otto had wanted to be rid of Daemon for years, dispersing spies all over King’s Landing to catch him in whatever chaos he chose to start. Otto Hightower prided himself in knowing just about everything that went on with his daughters. Alicent, she was married to the King and she bore him an heir. Y/N, she was his second born and all she did was read around the keep. He knew she didn’t do anything else, she had no suitors, and her only friend was Rhaenyra, or so he thought.

The night his informant came back with the news that Daemon Targaryen had taken his daughter, his youngest child, in a pleasure house, Otto was enraged. His room was a mess, books scattered across the area, table turned over, the food spilled on the floor. Immediately, he had gone to the King, only to find Daemon already there. “Ah, Otto,” the King spoke, “I was just about to summon you.”

Viserys walked over to the Hand, giving him a goblet, “Daemon has just presented me with a fine idea,” he smiled at his brother, “Daemon should marry your daughter, Y/N. I think they would make a fine couple, and I’m sure Daemon would treat her very well.”

Otto was quick to respond, “Yes my King, but Daemon already has a lady wife.”

Viserys’ smile faded, “Did you not hear, the late Lady Rhea Royce has passed.”

Otto looked back and forth between Viserys and Daemon, now realizing there was not a single way that he could say no, it was a fine choice for his daughter, a prince.

—

After your night, Daemon had become quite more open with his flirting with you. With no one knowing about what happened, it felt like your own little secret. His glances were longer and more open than before, as if he wanted everyone who’s you were. Each touch was longer, each movement of your hair seemed to linger around your face, making you lost in his touch. No one could question why he was doing it, now that you were openly engaged.

You wish that you could have told Alicent before the King did, before Daemon had proposed, but you did have enough time. Your relationship was falling apart with Alicent, and this had been the final straw. After a dinner with your father, Alicent had finally approached you since your engagement with Daemon. “I would think that you being wed to someone would include me,” she said immediately.

Surprised from the sudden intrusion you jumped, “Well, Alicent, I would think plotting to marry the King would have included me as well, but here we are.”

She let out a scoff, “You’re really still upset about that? I did the duty I had to, the duty of our house! At least father cares about what’s going on with me, because if he’s letting you marry Daemon he really has no care for you.”

You could feel the burn of your tears forming, begging them not to spill, “Good thing I’m not important enough to do my duty so I can marry the man I love!”

“You know nothing about love,” she said bitterly, “you barely know Daemon, you’ve done nothing with him, and if you did I would know.”

You walked right up to her, in her space, lowering your voice, “Oh yeah? Then explain to me how the Prince Daemon Targaryen fucked me raw in a pleasure house, and you had no idea.”

The look on her face made your pride swell. Your relationship with Alicent had finally broken, and you were no longer upset by it. She had been the block all along. Your entire life you felt you needed to to be just like her, you lived in her shadow. But now you truly realize your life is better, you can do what you want, you can marry who you want.

—

The preparations for your wedding started almost immediately after your argument with Alicent. Not much of the planning was on yours or Daemon’s part, as the King was extremely excited for his brother to finally be subdued. A royal feast was to be held after your ceremony, and then you would finally be alone with Daemon, for the first time since that night. You couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of finally being with Daemon again, feeling him again.

The day had gone by wonderfully, you and Daemon were now man and wife. Your sister Alicent was nowhere to be seen during the event, something to which had not gone unnoticed by the King. Before the end of the celebration, Viserys himself had apologized to you on behalf of Alicent’s behavior, assuring you that it will not happen at any other event of celebration for your matrimony. Daemon assured his brother it was okay, taking your hand to kiss it.

Daemon’s hand led you to your now shared chambers, his fingers woven in with yours. Once the door was open, you saw that there was fruit and wine on the table, and many more gifts around the room.

Once the door had closed, he wasted no time in bringing his lips to yours, already grabbing at your hips. “You looked ravishing all night, darling,” you felt his hot breath as he whispered against your ear, “and it was so hard to not just take you then and there in front of everyone.”

Moaning at his words, you put your mouth against his again, moving your hands into his hair. His hands ran along your waist, stopping to grab your ass, “All mine now,”

Daemon slowly untied the back of your dress, helping you climb out of it, you help him out of his as well. He walked you to the bed, laying you down, spreading your legs apart. His hand started massaging your thigh as he ran his fingers up your slit, “all this for me? I haven’t done anything yet,”

Your cheeks flush at his words, rutting against his hand, “Please, Daemon,”

He plunged two fingers into you, curling them into a spot that you didn’t know was in you. His hand laid across your navel, his thumb rubbing swift circles across your clit. Each kiss along your thigh surging with pleasure. You could feel the pleasure building, closer, closer, your eyes shutting, hips meeting his fingers. His movements stopped, “you’re cumming on my cock tonight.”

Daemon crawled up your body, fixing himself between your legs as he nipped along your neck. His hand cupped your breast, pinching your nipple. “I’m going to fill you up,” he said as he rubbed his tip along your clit, reveling in the way your body shuddered for him. He sunk inside you, giving you no time to adjust, his hand finding its way to your neck, squeezing slightly.

Each thrust hit that spot inside you in such a delectable way, making your mouth open in a silent cry. “Look at you, all cockdrunk on my cock,” his thrusts increased in pace, moving your knees to your shoulders. You couldn’t control the cry you let out as he hit so deep inside of you, stretching you so good, immediately making you cum on him.

His face scrunched in pleasure, his hair fanning around his face “mm Gods, you feel so good wrapped around me, your cunt taking me so well” his words already building another orgasm.

Each touch felt like fire, igniting pleasure along your skin, you moaned deeply, nails clawing against his back, head flying back as you came together, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he fucked you through both of your highs, bottoming out. You could feel him twitch with each spurt.

Daemon stayed inside you for a moment, catching his breath, before laying his head against yours. For one moment the chaotic Prince softened, his hand caressing your cheek as he kissed you softly. You smiled softly as he pulled away rubbing your hand along his chest. He looked over at you with a smirk, “Are you trying to go again?”

You laughed lightly, “I don’t know how you could possibly come to that conclusion, my Prince.”

He moved himself over you, hands on either side of your head, “Oh I think you do, my Princess, shall we go again?”

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alonetimelover · 1 year

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Action! - tolerate it - 2020

Pairings: Harry Styles x Director!Reader

Summary: YN sees how much Harry is distancing himself from her and their relationship. She decides to confront him, not realising the cascade of events about to happen and the feelings she had buried within herself.

Warnings: angst! swearing, mention of unfaithfulness

Word count: ~3,0k

A/N: Another one based on a song, like the title says: tolerate it by Taylor Swift. Hope you enjoy it! x

requested by @abbeyroad069 I hope it meets your expectations 💗

part 2 - champagne problems

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20th of June was, like any day in California, warm and sultry.

Sun high above illuminating his face through the dimmed windows. Book that she recommended to him in his hands, flipping pages from time to time, annotating it. Scribbling in his notebook after having found a noteworthy quote. His hair falling into place like dominoes, the pink hair-slide having been forgotten from the gym the other day. Rolled up sleeves, showing his multiple tattoos and shorts, short enough to give her a peak of his Brazil one.

She was sitting opposite him watching. Observing his head hanging low, reading the book she loved so much. His chest was rhythmically lifting with each of the deep and calm breath. His left hand, folding down the pages he’d already read. The right one fiddling with the pencil.

She noticed everything he did and didn’t do.

She sat and watched him.

“I can feel your eyes on me, baby,” Harry spoke without sparing her a glance. “You’re staring.”

“I’m admiring.” Scrutinising.

Harry closed the book and turned to her, “are you?”

“Yeah.”

“Not now, at least. Also that plant hasn’t changed since the day we bought it,” he noted, noticing her eyes watching the flower.

He was wrong. Not for the first and probably last time. That plant was the fourth she brought to their shared house. The first one, that Harry was alluding to, was overwatered, because before it, YN hadn’t known much about plants and had thought they needed water like people, every day. But it was succulent. YN replaced it within two weeks.

The second plant, a completely different one - a fuchsia, didn’t last longer. This one being unfortunately knocked over by a dog of YN’s friend, and chewed on, leaving just two flowers. Nothing she could’ve done with them, she searched it up.

The third one lasted the longest - almost three months. She only needed to replace it, having learned she was allergic to ficus. After weeks of a runny nose, sneezing whenever in a living room and lacrimation, she went to a doctor, did allergic tests and wallowed over her proud achievement that a living plant was. However, she gave it to her best friend, knowing it would be in good hands.

Harry didn’t notice any change. It couldn’t have been easy for him though. Today was the first day in five months that he decided to actually spend time with YN. During those months he was meeting up with his new costars (of a movie YN was a director of), his management (discussing newest album), his bandmates (talking over new tour dates). All of that after having begged YN for moving in with him in LA, due to worldwide quarantine.

“You know it’s an orchid?” She asked after some time.

“Sure.”

“And the one we bought together was a crassula.”

“You threw away our Farquad?” He asked, exaggerating the hurt.

“Three months - no, wait - almost four months ago. I overwatered it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s not even the funniest part,” YN started to sound sarcastic. “I then bought a totally different plant that Doger knocked over and ate. Then another one that I - how it turned out - am allergic to. This one is the fourth plant here. I bought it two weeks ago. Isn’t it hilarious?”

“You’re being sarcastic. And I don’t even know what for, YN.” Harry reached for his book, attempting to restart the chapter.

YN was very much surprised by how quickly and drastically the person she loved could change. One talkative person who wanted to discuss the slightest and smallest problem with his partner was not here. One caring person, who was hurt whenever his loved one was, felt absent. One gentle man, who looked after his partner trying to be the best for her lost the title.

“You understand it’s not about plants?”

“It sounds like it is,” he said dismissively, staring at the book.

“But it isn’t. It’s about you, about us, Harry.” She emphasised the pronoun.

“YN,” he sighed, closing the book once again. “You’re starting this pointless argument for the third time this month.”

Fifth, she thought. It was the fifth time she tried to talk it over with Harry. Perhaps, she felt, she was misreading everything. Perhaps, the neglect she felt wasn't real. She must have been exaggerating the situation. Nothing changed. He loved her as much as yesterday or two years ago. It was pointless after all.

She was waiting by the door just like she was just a kid. Waiting, having laid the table with a ‘fancy shit’ as Harry called the tableware that he’d got from his mother. It was their anniversary. YN wanted to celebrate it simply, a cosy dinner with his favourite dish, Harry’s best wine and Phil Collins playing in the background. Nothing over the top. Just them, solemnising their third year together.

He was late. Two and half hours late.

Was she mad? She should have been, but was hopeful. Always putting so much faith in him.

“What are you doing still up, love?” He asked tiptoeing into the house, five hours later.

“Happy anniversary!”

She smiled from one ear to the other, holding up the cake she had baked by herself that morning. Even though, deep down she was sad and disappointed, celebrating this milestone was more important. They’d forget about this tardiness tomorrow, only remembering what was worth it.

“Oh! Indeed, happy anniversary, babe.” His eyes not knowing where to look. He forgot.

She hated being called babe.

“Did you have dinner?”

“Yeah, I’m full.” He patted his stomach, simultaneously taking off his black trainers. “We went to this new sushi restaurant I’d talked to you about. It was amazing! The chef was so nice, giving me a tip on how to chop the spring onions correctly.” Oh, how eager he was about it.

“Exciting. So you won’t be eating any tacos I made?” She asked hopefully.

“‘M sorry, YN. I’m so tired, I'm just gonna shower and head to bed. Tomorrow’s morning I’m meeting up with Olivia to talk over the few scenes we’ve got together,” Harry said, yawning and already going up the stairs.

Harry’s and Olivia’s characters didn’t have any scenes where they would talk with each other.

“It’s not an argument. I want to kindly and calmly talk with you. When was the last time we actually discussed our relationship?”

“Is there anything to discuss? We’re fine.”

“Harry,” YN sat up straight, giving Harry a pointer that he’d better listen. “You don’t only discuss your relationship when something’s wrong. And,” she paused, pondering about the next question, “you really think we’re fine?”

“Yes!” He lifted up his voice, becoming edgy. “Day after day you’re insinuating something. Just say it fucking straight, whatever that is on your heart, lay it on me.”

If she did as he had said, would it mean the end? The confrontation was the last thing she wanted. Especially when Harry already was wired. But at the same time, when would be a better moment?

“I don’t think we’re fine. We’re growing apart,” she admitted.

“It’s your opinion.”

“Yes, it is! Thank you for noticing, Harry,” YN expressed sarcastically. “Don’t you see how much you’ve distanced yourself from this -” She pointed between them. “This relationship?”

“Distanced? I’m working, YN. I’m trying to write an album. I’m working on three films. I’m managing a relationship with you.”

“Managing?” Her voice smaller, the weight of his words landing on her.

“Of course, it’s the only fucking thing you’ve heard. Of course.” He scoffed, shaking his head.

Harry stood up from the armchair, throwing his book on an oaken coffee table. His hands brushing over his hair and then beard, he’d grown over the quarantine.

“It’s not. You’re working, Harry. I understand that. I see you writing music and preparing for your roles. I’m here. Just like you wanted me to be. How you begged me to be.” She tried staying as calm as possible. “I am here and you’re not.”

“What do you want me to do, YN? Hmm? I can’t be at the two places at the same time. I can’t give you as much attention as you crave. I can’t.” He was throwing his hands up and down, talking with them as well.

“Is it craving attention by just wishing your partner was there for you?”

“You think I’m not?”

“Stop asking stupid questions, Harry!” She broke her calmness, all her feelings finally having space to leave her body. “You’re not here. Not at home, not in this relationship.”

“I just said, I can’t give you all the attention you crave, “ he repeated.

“Love?”

“What?”

“What about love? Can you give it to me?”

“Oh, now you’re sounding ridiculous. I’m done with this conversation, YN.”

He moved swiftly over the table and rushed towards the stairs.

“I love you, Harry. Can you say it?”

He can’t, she said in her mind, observing how his shoulders tensed, halting his movements. Then, her eyes started getting teary. But she wasn’t going to cry in front of him. No. She’d wait and just like over the last two weeks, she’d wait for him to go to sleep, then she’d sit down in the downstairs bathroom and sob. Sob for minutes or hours. Shaking with all the emotions trapped inside, hurting every inch of her body.

She knew her love should have been celebrated.

“If it’s all in my head just tell me now,” she whispered, knowing he could hear her. “Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow. Tell me that for the last five months you haven’t lied about where you were going. Tell me that you really didn’t forget about our anniversary. Tell me that she’s not the one you’re going to every day. Tell me I’m wrong. I beg you,” she whimpered.

Pathetic, she thought.

He still hadn’t moved. Maybe he was preparing his apology, or a break up discourse, where YN’s thoughts.

“YN,” Harry sighed, still not looking in her direction.

“Tell me I’m wrong.” She pressed him.

“I - I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if I’m wrong or you don’t know what to say?”

“I didn’t cheat on you.” His voice was low, like it wasn’t really his.

Many would laugh but she had never thought about it. She trusted him too much to even consider it. From day one of their relationship to this day, she’d never believed any rumour, any post on social media, any article, any fan, any ‘friend’. She believed him, she believed his ‘I love you’s, his ‘I care about you’s, his ‘you’re the love of my life’, his ‘you’re the only one for me’. No doubt there.

What she thought and worried about was him falling out of love.

And there were more and more signs it had already happened.

“I know. It never crossed my mind.”

Harry’s mood was changing constantly for the last 20 minutes. From very relaxed, to riled up, then annoyed and eventually scared. His mind was full of enigmas he couldn’t solve. Mixed emotions and feelings, messing with him.

“Then what are you accusing me of?”

“Assuming I - we - are fine.”

“YN-”

“Harry. Be genuine. If not with me, then - then just with yourself.” The least she could do was make him realise it.

“I am. I - I am genuine. I -” he gulped. “I love you.”

It was like a dagger stabbing her in the heart. The sentence, echoing in her brain, quizzical voices talking over each other, ragging on her.

Where was that man who’d throw blankets over her barbed wire? She made him her temple, her mural, her sky. Temple, she went to ask for advice, direction, forgiveness and adoration. Mural, she appreciated all over and watched being appreciated by so many. Sky, she couldn’t imagine living without, looking up to it, thanking it for its presence.

“I love you.”

But this one was full of it, full of actual love. It could say everything just by the way she expressed it, all feelings inside it. No more to add, nothing to cut. Just three words. Three sincere words.

“Please,” he begged, knowing what was awaiting him. “Can we go to sleep? We’ll talk about it tomorrow, I promise.”

Letting it slide would mean not talking about it until the moment she’d grow some confidence. She couldn’t do it. As much as it hurt her, what was coming, she needed to be strong. She needed to hear it. No matter the heartbreak.

“You’ll break that promise. Promises about coming home on time, meeting me up for lunch, going with me to that new sushi restaurant, showing me your newest idea for a song. Promises you break, one after the other since February.” She stood up, walking up to him. “Promises about missing me-”

“Stop.”

“Promises about caring about me.”

“I said stop, YN.” His voice slowly gaining power.

“Promises about loving me-”

“I said stop!” He shouted, making her flinch. “Stop it, YN! The way you feel doesn’t give you a reason to put it on me, making me feel like a monster, like the one responsible for everything.”

“But you promised all those things, not meeting them at the end.”

“So what?”

She begged her brain to play with her. He didn't just say it.

“Harry, you lied so many times that I don’t know what’s true anymore. Last month, you talked about meeting Jeff for coffee and the next day there were photos of you with Olivia all over the internet. Few days ago you mentioned the trip with Chris and Gemma, but the same day the trip is going to be, are the days Gemma is spending at her parent’s farm and Chris is visiting our house. Today you said you loved me and - and -,” she couldn’t say it.

This conversation felt like running up to the finish line of the run, you didn’t want to participate in. One that wouldn’t bring you fulfilment. One that would leave you sore all over, but mostly hurting your poor heart. One that the winner - you - would be an actual loser.

He stood silently, looking down at his white socks. He couldn’t bring himself to look in her eyes. She made him aware of his feelings. Or the lack of them. This whole conversation not only angered or annoyed him but mostly made him think. Why did he lie so many times? Why couldn’t he stop? What was he thinking then and now? When did it all start? When did he lose it? Where was he, not realising he was hurting one person he promised not to lay a finger on? Why wasn't there any guilt? If so, why couldn’t he look into her eyes?

“When was the last time you asked anything about my life? Do you remember what show I’m working on? Do you remember the date we scheduled to fly to London? Do you remember anything?” She started listing everything that was bothering her.

“I told you about that new show,” she started answering for him. “Stranger Things. I wrote that one character, a guy who loves music, is an outcast. Character that is so close to my heart. One, I’m proudest of. Do you remember talking about it? Or rather me telling you about it?”

Silence.

“What about that one conversation about going upstate to my cabin? We’re supposed to leave in three days. Or are you meeting up with Olivia to discuss scenes that you do not have together?”

Perhaps she was jealous. And perhaps, deep down, she thought about the possibility. The infidelity. She was so stunned with the love he made her used to be, trust he provided, that the concept of him being unfaithful was buried within other problems.

“I’ll pack some stuff and leave for a few days.” It was all he said, before moving upstairs, leaving her flabbergasted.

Like in a trance, all feelings leaving her body, she walked to the couch and sat down. Thoughts were swirling in her mind, making her numb. She looked across the room, finding the photo of her and Harry from their first visit at Anne’s, laughing maniacally because Gemma had said something funny. It was the first time she met his family properly (in real life, not on FaceTime), seven months into the relationship. It was crazy how now she considered them her family too. Even more than her own.

Was it all going to collapse now?

“Now, lovebirds, big smiles for the family album!” Anne shouted over Christmas music playing loudly.

The warmth coming from the fireplace behind her, and the one provided by Harry, made her cheeks feel hot. Matching sweater she had bought for her and Harry, tickling her neck, big woollen socks she got from Gemma tucking her. They were right after the big dinner, carols singing and gifts exchanging. It all felt like Christmas portrayed in movies.

“It’s an honour, you know,” Harry whispered.

“What d’you mean?” She looked up at him.

“Mum has a big album with only a few photos from each year ending up there. I think it’s the last vacant space for 2018, love.” Harry squeezed her closer to himself, cuddling her. “Now say cheese or gimme a kiss.”

“I’m not kissing you in front of your mum!” she protested with a teasing smile.

“Don’t be a prude,” he joked. “One, little kiss?”

“Nope.” She popped the ‘p’.

“Don’t make me beg.” Harry pouted, stepping on the dangerous territory. His pointing finger holding her chin, making her look at him once again.

He smirked, “you look even more beautiful today, my love.” Smirk turning into his winning smile.

“You are unbelievable,” she shook her head, slightly puckering her lips.

“Okay, that’s enough flirting!” Gemma yelled. “Mum snap a photo before you become grandma.”

They laughed in embarrassment but underneath feeling peaceful.

With a Gucci suitcase in hand, Harry appeared in a corner of her eye, almost swimming to the front door.

“I’ll be back in a few days. I - I need to think about it all. I lo - I’ll see you then, YNN.”

Just that.

The door closed, soon being followed by the sound of the engine starting and slowly withering.

She knew her love should’ve been celebrated. But he tolerated it.

And she did nothing.

She sat and watched him.

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loquaciousferret · 1 year

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I could totally see Javi using his handcuffs on you and getting rough with you when you get mouthy with him because he’s gone a lot for work and you’re lonely 🤭

Ugh dude this thought sent me fucking feral… I had to write something about it immediately. I want him to be my slutty cop boyfriend so bad.

I tried to keep my response to this short and safe to say that didn’t happen so here we go lol I took this and ran with it

All Work, No Play

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ for smut. Unprotected sex, rough sex, use of handcuffs/restraints, pet names, angry(ish) sex, roleplay. Spanking. Maybe more so read at your own risk!

Word Count: 1.5k

Taglist: @silkiers @tightjeansjavi

You heard the key turning in the lock and then Javier’s distinct footsteps as he entered the apartment.

You checked the clock in the corner of your laptop as you continued typing away. 11:14PM.

He called your name and you ignored him, your attention remaining on what you were working on. He found his way to you quickly anyway where you sat at the kitchen table that doubles as your office space in your small apartment.

“s’there any dinner?” He grunts, pouring himself a whisky.

You don’t look up as you respond, flatly. “There was. Three hours ago.”

You can feel his eyes burning into you, but you don’t meet them. The only sounds in the room are of him sipping at his drink and you typing.

“Well, sweetheart, I’m sorry that Escobar didn’t consider your dinner plans when he decided to kill some of my men today. I’ll make sure he consults you first next time.” You hate when his tone drips with sarcasm like this. You knew what you signed up for with Javi and his work, but it shouldn’t mean that you were never allowed to be disappointed about how little time you got with your fiancé.

“Funny, Peña.” You finally flick your gaze up to take him in. His eyes are dark.

“Don’t call me that.” He says through gritted teeth.

You slam the lid of your laptop closed, knowing you won’t be able to concentrate again with you and Javier at each others throats.

“Or what?” You defy.

“Listen cariño,” He begins. He smiles and it seems warm at first but you notice it doesn’t reach his eyes. He has finished off his first whisky already and is pouring a second. “You only know Javi. You wouldn’t want to get to know Agent Peña.”

“Actually, if this Agent Peña knows how to treat a woman, I think you ought to introduce me.”

Before you can decide whether this last comment was a terrible idea and a step too far, he has finished his drink in one swift gulp, closed the distance between you with two confident strides, and is ripping you out of your chair, lifting you and placing you down again so you are perched on the kitchen table.

“He doesn’t really deal with women unless they are suspects or whores. Which are you?” He growls in your ear.

You clench your thighs together. You curse whatever faulty part of your brain is making you extremely horny instead of jarred by hearing your fiancée talk like this.

“Well I’m certainly not a whore.” You whisper.

“Hm.” He murmurs, nodding, his face still so close to you that the motion tickles.

In a swift and clearly practiced motion, he has flipped you round and is pressing you into the edge of the table. Then, cool metal slips around both of your wrists, tighter and tighter until you can barely wriggle your hands.

You briefly wonder what has gotten into Javi. This is not something you have ever done together. He doesn’t mix work and pleasure anymore, not with you. It had lost all appeal for him. Or so you thought.

His rock-hard erection straining in his jeans against you snaps you quickly out of these thoughts and back into the moment.

You wiggle your ass, rubbing against him and he grabs the handcuffs and pulls, making them dig into your wrists. You whine at the not entirely unpleasant pain.

“Don’t fucking move.” He hisses into your ear. “Try anything funny and you’ll regret it.”

You are surprised at how much this turns you on. Javi does a good job separating his work persona from the side of himself he gives you. The man in command of you now couldn’t be further from your doting partner. But you like it.

“I think,” he says, “this arrangement will work for us both. Maybe teach you not to get caught up in the wrong crowd again.”

He maintains a tight grip on the handcuffs with one hand and is unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock from his jeans with the other. He roughly grabs at the tight yoga pants you are wearing and tears them down your legs until they bunch around your ankles. He spreads your thighs as much as possible in this position with one strong hand, before sliding a finger through your dripping wet folds.

“You dirty girl. You wanted this, didn’t you?” He teases, rubbing at your wetness with more force.

“Mmhmm.” You agree, the affirmation coming out as a breathy moan.

“If you take my cock well enough, I won’t tell anyone about what you’ve done. How does that sound?”

“Yes, please Javi.” You moan. This earns you a harsh slap to your ass cheek and you yelp.

“Who do you think you are talking to?”

“I’m sorry, Agent Peña. Yes. I can take it.”

“That’s it.” He praises, his tone low and husky. He slips a couple of fingers inside you, working them in and out, curling them to reach the most pleasurable spots. “Show me some respect. It will make this easier on you.”

He lets go of the handcuffs and you relax onto the cold wood beneath you, laying your chest flat against the surface of the table. He removes his fingers but the sensation is quickly replaced with his large tip nudging at your entrance.

He stills for a second. You go to turn round to look at him, wondering why he has hesitated and you find him taking his shirt off. Then, suddenly he plunges into you right to the hilt at full force.

You cry out at the feeling.

“You told me you could take it.” He grunts, piercing you with full force thrusts.

“Y-Yes.” You moan out. “I can take it, Agent. Please don’t stop.”

The table creaks as he continues to plow into you. You strain against the handcuffs. He enjoys watching you like this and he regrets not having tried it with you sooner.

The sounds of skin slapping and your moans and cries fill the apartment, probably audible from the hallway and the neighbouring properties. Neither of you care. It was the first sex you had had all week. His schedule made it hard to ever get enough of each other.

He pulls out and turns you onto your back, you wrap your legs around his waist. He gropes at your tits roughly, slapping, pinching and squeezing them as he fucks you into the table. It moves across the tiled floor slightly due to the force. With your arms pinned behind you, the handcuffs dig into you, and you arch your back to get away from them.

“Does it hurt?” He grumbles.

“Yes, Sir.” You whine.

“Good.” He says back. He moves one hand to play with your clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. This sensation distracts you from the pain of the metal biting into your skin.

It doesn’t take long before you can feel yourself getting closer to orgasm. You had been touch-starved all week and that only made it easier for him to pleasure you.

“Tell me who makes you feel this good?�� He demands.

“Ah-“ You try to speak and only a cry of pleasure escapes you.

“Answer me.” He snaps, lightly slapping your clit. The sensation sends tingles rushing through your whole body. He sees your reaction and does it again.

“Y-You, Agent.” You struggle to get out. “Only you, Agent Peña.”

“That’s right.” He rubs your clit again, faster and with more force. The friction is close to sending you over the edge.

“Don’t cum yet.” He warns. “Together.”

You bite your lip and nod. His hands move to your hips and he slams you down onto his cock, each thrust hits the deepest part of you and you struggle to hold back, clenching around him, becoming impossibly tight as you concentrate on withholding your release.

His thrusts falter and he grunts loudly, then demands “Cum for me. Now, baby.”

You focus on your pleasure and you let go, your legs tensing up around him, holding him closer inside you. He spills into you with a string of curses falling from his lips.

“Jesus.” He says, and pulls out with a hiss.

He lifts you up towards him by his shoulders, holding you close. He searches in his jacket pocket which is strewn over a nearby chair, retrieving the key and unlocking the handcuffs, tossing them aside. They clatter loudly where they land.

You know the moment is over and your Javi is back when he tenderly strokes your hair with one hand, presses a kiss to your forehead, and rubs your wrists with his other large, warm palm. “I have the rest of the weekend off. I’ll take you out to dinner tomorrow, hm?”

You smile and nuzzle closer into his bare chest, tightening your arms around him into a hug. “Thank you, Agent Peña”

He tuts at you and pulls away, grinning. “Don’t get me going again, girl.”

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 1 year

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Like You Were Never Gone (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) *PARENTAL *MINOR TRIGGER WARNING

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of death, implied suicide, mourning

ANGST/FLUFF

Request: Hello could you do tony x daughter genius reader wherein she loves solving crime kinda sherlock Holmes and she mostly solve it. The avengers are trying to recruit her but she refused because she love solving crime and it wear off the boredom. The avengers especially her father are worried at reader whenever the reader didn't eat nor sleep or even in the tower for couple of days and thinking something is wrong but sure the reader is solving hard cases. Anyway something happened while solving the crime, the reader (kinda like sherlock) was face to choose between her life or her loves and so she fake her death and the avwngers are devastated. No one knows she's alive till three or four years later. Hehehehhe

The mood of everyone since the morning started had been off, and no one was addressing it. Everyone went on with their days, doing their jobs, meetings, training, planning for future missions, but there was a tension in the air, and Tony was a lot quiter than usual. More passive, off in a daydream, but no one asked if he was alright. They didn’t have to.

They knew he wasn’t alright. Why would he be? It was the third anniversary of the death of you, his daughter. It wasn’t a natural death- something anyone saw coming and could prepare for. It was sudden, coming out of nowhere, surprising everyone. And the worst part? It wasn’t even an accident.

No one knew the exact details about what happened that day. You were acting strange- but that was just you everyday, being secretive, getting into trouble that Tony didn’t know the full extent of until days or weeks or months after it was all over, usually you putting yourself in insane amounts of danger to solve a criminal case, each time never failing to driving your poor father insane with worry. But in hindsight, the team couldn’t deny you were being even more secretive, more paranoid, more shut off then usual. The last time any of them saw you asleep in the tower before your death was 3 days prior, and none had seen you ate for at least a day before, being consumed in your work and thoughts, but they never got the chance to ask what was happening to offer help because you left the tower the night prior to your death, and the last time anyone heard from you, was when you called your dad to tell him you were sorry, and goodbye.

Tony had spent the last 3 years trying to figure out what the case you were working on was. There was no doubt that your death was linked to it in some way. However, you hadn’t told him much, and no matter how many times he flipped your old room upside down or had FRIDAY scan your electronics for anything, or keep track of every single contact in your phone and friend on social media for any suspicious behaviour, there wasn’t many leads, and those leads dried up in a year. You told no one what you were investigating, you covered your tracks thoroughly, and if you had taken any notes about your findings, you hid them so well not even a genius, and more importantly your father, could find out where you had put them. No traces. No leads. No idea on what led you to the decision to die that day, and so seemingly out of nowhere. The end result was nothing but questions, and your dad who was trying to act like nothing happened- somewhere between you’re still alive and just somewhere living such a normal quiet life- totally not your style- to the point where he had nothing to tell the others about and so didn’t speak about you, and acting like you never existed in the first place, but spending every night looking for anything to give him answers.

Despite the clear discomfort and tension amongst everyone in the room, everyone tried to act like it was a normal day. Everyone consciously tried to not look at Tony more often than they usually would, stayed on track with their conversations, and Tony kept his head down and was quieter than he usually was as Maria was briefing the group about some leads they got from their last mission. However, after Maria paused to switch slides, the quiet but identifiable buzzing of a vibrating phone was heard, and everyone stopped and looked amongst each other before Tony felt his pocket, and eyes went to him. “Sorry.” He apologised with a fake smile as he dug into his pocket, retrieving the phone and looked at who he was, then froze, the smile fading immediately. Everyone tensed as Tony stared at the screen of his phone. Bruce, who was sat closest to Tony, peaked over his shoulder, before his eyes widened and he looked at everyone in a panicked rush before turning back to Tony.

“T-Tony-” Was all he was able to get out before Tony stood abruptly, leaving the room, and putting the phone to his ear. Everyone looked at Bruce in stunned silence, knowing he was was the only one in the room to give answers to what just happened. Bruce gulped, before he opened his mouth again. “It was Y/N. Y/N was calling him.”

“Who the hell is this and how did you get my daughter’s phone?” Tony stopped in the empty hallway, but his voice, while a growl, was still a whisper. He could feel his hands shaking, pumping with adrenaline. Despite the fact that you were long gone, Tony kept your phone. He paid the bill for it to remain active, kept it tucked in a drawer in your room between clothes where he couldn’t hear the vibration so he could call your number and hear your voicemail and for a moment believe you’d pick up, and just to hear your voice so he couldn’t forget. He couldn’t forget. At this point the words ‘Hi this is Y/N, if you’re hearing this, I’m busy. Don’t call again, I’ll call you maybe’ were the crispest words he could recall in your voice. He only got the phone out once a week to charge it back up.

“Dad, it’s me. It’s Y/N.” The voice on the phone responded to him. You. It was you. Even the tone in your voice was the same- somewhere between tired and annoyed, but Tony long knew you usually didn’t actually feel the way your voice sounded. Despite this, Tony couldn’t help but doubt. This had to be a trap. Someone pretending to mess with him. “Sorry for… what I did. I really wish I could have done it differently, given you some piece of mind, but trust me, it was the only way.” You told him, and Tony couldn’t help the small scoff escaping him. This had to be a trick, unless he was somehow talking to your ghost? As if.

“Prove it’s you.” He said simply, and he heard you chuckle.

“I knew you’d say that. I’m coming into the tower now. FRIDAY is about to alert you. Let me in.” You told him and hung up. Tony dropped the phone to his side, and waited. Waited for FRIDAY to activate, to speak. After a second, nothing happened, and Tony sighed, closing his eyes. It was a trick. A sick trick of some sort-

“Mr Stark?” The voice of the AI made Tony’s eyes snap open. “I don’t know how to explain this, but your daughter is downstairs and wants access to the elevator to meet with you. Shall I activate security and lockdown?” She asked him.

“No. Let her come up.” Tony answered, turning and starting to head back down the hallway, using the wall to stabilise himself. Ahead of him, the door to the meeting room opened, everyone stepping out and seeing him, Steve stepped forward, putting a hand on Tony’s arm. They were expecting an angry Tony, one who would snap at Cap, tell him to get his hands off of him, that some sick individual had called him as a joke, or that someone else had gotten your phone number and somehow called him on accident or something- not Tony, so pale they thought he was dying, seemingly in deep shock and not fully aware of his surroundings.

“Tony what happened?” Steve asked, holding the man up.

“It was her. She… she’s in the elevator now, she’s going to be here any second-” He told them.

“It’s probably a trap, everyone be ready.” Natasha spoke up, and everyone moved out of the hallway to the large open lounge area where the elevator’s opened to, and they waited. Tony forced Steve to take him as well, not sure who to believe. It sounded just like you. But you’re dead. Who else could be in the elevator? But you’ve been gone for three years.

After a short period of time, the elevator was heard reaching the floor, and everyone tensed as the door opened. Everyone stared as you stepped out. Completely fine. Your eyes scanned each of the avengers, before they landed on your dad. Your head tilted, your shoulders slumping, and you sighed. “Hi dad.”

Tony carefully pulled Steve off of him, walking slowly over to you until he stood over you, taking in all your features- making sure they were all correct. Little features only a parent would notice about their child, things that even a clone would fail to adopt. They were all there. Tony raised his arm and put it on your shoulder, and when his hand didn’t go straight through you like a hallucination or a hologram, he pulled you towards him into a hug. It was only when you wrapped your arms around him did he finally digest that you were actually here, and he lost his breath. “How? How are you here?” He asked as he clung to you.

“Where the hell have you been, kid?” Clint asked. “We all thought you were dead. You faked your own death for three years- why are you back now?” He asked. You pulled away from your dad to look at everyone again, before looking at your dad, who also very clearly wanted answers.

“It was related to your case, right?” Tony asked, and you nodded. “What happened?”

“Something unexpected happened. Someone, somehow, had the upper hand on me, and they made a very clear and very real threat that I had to take seriously and act quickly to get control of the situation back.”

“Y/N, stop being vague. You’ve been gone 3 years, I want answers, not another riddle to decipher.” Tony scorned at you, getting an annoyed look from you, before you responded.

“I thought I was up against a singular person, but I quickly realised it was multiple people, and then I found out that was an entire organisation, and the head of it all made it clear that they had the man power to make the threat to kill you and anyone I care about.” You explained, looking directly at Tony, before you turned to the others. “And you all too. They sent evidence to me that they had people tracking your every move and at any point if I didn’t do as they said, they could kill you immediately. I had to do as they say.”

“What did they want you to do?” Tony asked, this time his voice a lot calmer, though there was some veiled anger- not at you- in his voice.

“To die.” You answered, shortly, and quickly everyone realised exactly what had happened. “So I did. I had to make it look as real as possible, and also make sure no one could trace what I had been doing so they wouldn’t go after you for knowing things and making everything I did be for nothing. So, I died, they thought they had nothing to worry about anymore, and they went on with their ventures, and I got to work on getting under their skin without them realising. As of 2 hours ago, that case is officially closed. News reports will be rolling in soon, but I don’t know when or even if I can ‘come back to life’. But… I had to let you know as soon as it was safe to do so, that I’m alive and okay. And I’m sorry.” You explained.

“You were… undercover, this entire time? Did you do it alone?” Tony asked. You shook your head.

“I had a small group of people who knew bits and pieces of what I was doing but no one knew the full image, so even if they were compromised, I’d still have an upper hand, luckily it never got to that point, but other than them, yes, I was alone 95% of the time.” You explained to him.

“Anyone we know?” Natasha asked, clearly hinting to Maria or Fury, but you shook your head.

“None of the people I worked with have any ties back to any of you. Like I said, I covered all traces. None of the people I worked with even knew of me being a Stark.” You told her.

“So you solved the case. What now?” Thor asked. Your eyes moved to look back at your dad.

“I need to continue to lay low for a while, might need a bit of the help of SHIELD to expose the information I have as to why the actions I did were the right course, and I can’t just come back- I’ve been dead three years, that’ll be breaking news and easy to tie back to the case if it’s found out too early. So I’m going to lay low, keep my head down… no cases for quite a while. Consider it a holiday.”

“How about that vacation house I used to take you to all the time when you were little? In the middle of nowhere. Also means I can come say hi for a few weeks and we can catch up.” Tony offered, and you smiled and nodded.

“That sounds good. When we get there I can tell you all about the look on that idiot’s face when he realised I wasn’t dead and I was about to make him the dead one.”

“Alright maybe don’t admit to murder until we can get you cleared of charges.” Tony said, pushing you back to the elevator to take you home to gather what you needed, the dynamic of you oversharing or saying something inappropriate and him having to draw you back in or reprimand falling back into place so easily. Like you were never gone.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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vster0769 · 7 months

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friends or something.

a little over 2k

Hey guys! So first time writing a hazel fic, thing, whatever you wanna call it.

Got the idea from a post I’ll attach somewhere.

About: you and hazel have been friends as long as you can remember, but neither of you have said anything about your feelings for each other. Unknowingly, you admit them and she overhears.

Band member!y/n loser best friend!hazel

unrequited love trope !no use of y/n!

Warnings: nothing really, just making out, wouldn’t call it angst, more fluff I guess, idk. Didn’t really know where to go with this one.

Tags: @berrydollie @deadgirlwalkingtaylorsversion @evdinspiration

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The halls are crowded as you push your way through to your next class. You sigh as Jeff and his posse of men-children shove their way through ahead of you. Shoving people to the side as they went.

You roll your eyes, adjusting the strap of your bag as you go.

You slide into your seat, resting your head on your palm and closing your eyes.

“Hey!”

You open your eyes and see hazel, eyes shining as she looks at you. Your stomach flutters as she smiles. Looking like literal fucking sunshine.

“Hey,” you smile back, nudging her shoulder with yours.

The two of you had been best friends for as long as you could remember. It seemed like you went everywhere with each other, your parents had been friends so you had practically grown up together. It seems like you had spent as many nights at her house as you had spent at your own.

“What’s up?” She asks, pulling her book from her bag, “you don’t look so great.” Her face turns from questioning to embarrassed. “Not that you don’t look great! I mean, like you always look great, I mean, uh-“

She looks down. Cheeks turning pink.

“Sorry, you just look a little out of it.”

You shake your head.

“I’m ok, just, well stressed to be honest.”

You pull out your respective books and thumb through the pages aimlessly. “We’ve got a gig tonight and it’s just, well the biggest one we’ve had yet.”

She nods, “well I’m sure you’re gonna be great.”

“Actually,” you say, meeting her gaze before glancing away. “I was, well I was wondering if you wanted to ask if you wanted to come.” Your face turns red, this is the closest you had ever gotten to asking her out. Sure, you’d had a crush on her since the seventh grade, and sure you’d told her that you liked girls on your sixteenth birthday after having too much to drink, but that’s as far as it went.

Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth, “oh-“ she says, looking away, “I would but, well I got something going on tonight.”

Your heart sinks. Well there goes that brilliant plan.

“No, no you’re all good.” You say, trying to give her a reassuring smile.

“I’m sorry, I totally would have.” She sounds genuinely sorry, your heart tightens.

You’re about to say something, but then the bell rings. You remark on how oddly short the classes are here at Emerson, before slipping in your headphones, giving hazel a small wave, and walking to your next class.

………………………………………………………….

This all started out small just you and a few friends, messing around in your moms garage.

It’s far from that now.

You look into the crowd of excited, screaming people, your heart racing as your fingers slam into the guitar strings.

The noise is deafening, like a thunderstorm encased in a bottle.

The third song ends and you break to guzzle a bottle of water. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, before slinging your guitar behind you.

“Now we’re gonna be taking a few questions!” Shouts your friend, the lead singer. You hear a shout, a little louder than the rest, “HEY! WHO WAS THAT LAST ONE ABOUT?”

Your stomach does a flip and you clear your throat.

“Well actually, this song was by our guitarist, so we’re just gonna let her answer this one.” She says sending you a questioning look. She knew you wrote it, and knew it was about someone you cared about, but the matter of who, was still a mystery.

You clear your throat, stepping up to the mic.

“Well, uh I wrote this one a little while ago, and uh well it’s about someone who I really liked, honestly still do, um yeah.” You say awkwardly.

“WHO IS HE?”

Your eyes widen, head snapping around to find the voice in the crowd.

“Well who said anything about a he?”

You say with a smirk. The crowd screams as you step back, shouting, “ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!”

With that, your next song is on.

The rest of the night is a blur of bright lights, screaming people, and no breaks. You can’t seem to shake the question from your mind though, you knew exactly who it was about, you could never get her out of your head. Her ocean blue puppy dog eyes, her short brunette hair that looked too soft to touch, the way you could talk to her for hours and still not get bored.

………..………………………………………………

Hazel had never been one to procrastinate. She always had a plan. Always got her work done, always scheduled everything.

That’s why she was so frustrated as she stared at the blank word doc she’s had open for the last half hour.

She let out an angry sigh as she slammed the computer shut. Rubbing her palms in her eyes.

“What the fuck.” She breathes. She knew exactly why she couldn’t work. There was one person on her mind, it didn’t help that that person had asked her to go to her show and hazel had turned her down.

Feelings of guilt at not going, anger that she couldn’t get anything done, and, yes. She could admit it. Longing. Despite how hard she tried to deny it, she wanted to be there. Wanted to see her. More than anything she wanted to be by her.

For all of hazels calculated ways, she couldn’t seem to stay away from her. She made hazel feel things, really feel things. Uncertainty, sure there was that, but there was also a kind of comforting want. She made hazels stomach do backflips. Made her want things, for the first time in her life she really wanted someone.

Sure, she’d had crushes before, but those always went away. This was different.

She sat there for another minute before deciding.

fuck it.

”I’m heading out mom!” She yelled, running down the stairs. She heard a muffled response, but decided it wasn’t that important as she swung out the door.

………………………………………………………….

The room was crowded. Very crowded. And loud, really fucking loud.

Hazel made her way through the crowd, mumbling awkward apologies as she brushed by.

Then she saw you, fingers deftly moving across the strings, a look of pure joy on your face. Fuck she looks good. Hazel thought. Her heart thrumming against her chest.

A smile graced her lips as she watched you, and for a second she let herself fall into the fantasy, maybe just maybe, she could be something to you. Something more than just friends.

As the song finished, she cheered, loud as she could, eyes shining and watching you like you were a goddess.

Someone yelled as the crowd died down.

“HEY, WHOS THE LAST ONE ABOUT?”

She didn’t think much of it till the lead singer spoke up,

“Actually our guitarist wrote this one. So we’re just gonna let her answer this one.”

Her head snaps up, sure the song had been upbeat, but the words, well the words were sad. Longing. Wishing for something, someone unattainable.

“Well, uh I wrote this one a little while ago, and uh well it’s about someone who I really liked, honestly still do, um yeah

“WHO IS HE??”

“Who said anything about a guy?”

And with that they were at it again.

And all hazel could do was stand there. Unsure. Hopeful. Dazed if she was honest.

Part of her was sure there was no way, but another part simply wouldn’t let go of the idea.

What if…

………………………………………………………….

You let out a sigh of relief as you walked to the edge of the bar. Leaning your head on your forearms and taking a breath.

A mix of exhaustion and adrenaline mixed in your gut. Making you almost dizzy.

You feel a hand rest on your back, and look up,

“Hey,”

It’s your friend.

“Hey.”

It’s quiet for a moment.

“So uh, I wanted to talk to you about that song. I never pushed because, well it didn’t seem like something to push. But, y’know I’m curious. Who is that about?”

You look down.

fuck.

You meet her gaze before shaking your head.

“It’s, well.”

Swallow.

“Um, you know hazel-“

“OH MY GOD I KNEW IT!”

You motion for her to quiet down, but she doesn’t.

“I KNEW YOU HAD THE HOTS FOR HER! Oh my god, I fucking guessed. Hazel of all people.”

You shake your head.

Turning around, your eyes meet a pair of blue eyes so deep you could drown in them.

Hazel stood there, mouth slightly open, eyes wide, completely still.

Your stomach dropped about twelve stories.

The both of you stare at each other for a solid five seconds before you push past her. Heading for the door.

what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-

You slam through the doors to the alley. Pressing your back into the cold brick.

Everything is fucked.

All you can think of is the look on her face.

she was mortified.

You bury your face in your hands.

Body shaking.

why wouldn’t she be? Fuck you wrote a fucking song about her and then confessed your love basically to her face.

“Hey!”

Hazel.

“Please,” you cut her off.

“Just let me explain, I well I didn’t know what I was saying, and I mean it’s ok if you don’t want to be friends anymore or whatever, I- I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

You stand there.

Quiet.

You look up.

All she does is stare at you.

After a minute, she speaks.

“You’re right.”

Your heart is pounding so hard you’re sure she can hear it.

“I don’t want to be friends anymore.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest, a physical pain. Worse than anything before.

“I want to be so much more than that.”

Her voice breaks on the last words, and before you can think her hands are on your face and her lips against her.

You stand there a second, unsure if this is just a dream, a hallucination, some sort of sick joke, before kissing her back.

If this is a dream it’s the best fucking dream you’ve ever had.

Your lips slit together perfectly. She’s shy at first, moving slow and gentle. Your hands go to her waist, pulling her closer, simultaneously, you both breathe a sigh of relief. A weight falls off your chest, leaving you feeling lighter than ever.

“Fuck you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,”

She breaths against your lips.

You don’t respond, just pull her face to yours. Opening your lips to deepen the kiss.

She lets out a shaky breath and slides her tongue along your bottom lip, begging for access, which you grant immediately. Her hands travel to your waist, guiding you to the wall and slamming you against it.

“Oh, shit sorry-“

“Don’t be.”

You smile and bring your hand to her hair, running your fingers through it. Just as soft as you’d imagined.

“fuck”

She breathes, pressing kisses along your cheek and below your jaw.

“Is this ok?”

She asks, lips hovering over the delicate skin of your neck.

You nod, “yeah, yes.”

“Ok.”

She paused a second before attaching her lips to your skin. Kissing and sucking. Leaving marks. She slides the strap of your tank off your shoulder, leaving gentle kisses before sucking, leaving yet another hicky.

“Fuck, hazel,”

You breathe,

“Yeah baby?”

You shake your head.

“Nothing, I just, I like to say your name.”

She smiles, cheeks reddening.

“Well I like hearing you say it.”

She kisses you again, soft and sweet, before pulling your strap back up.

“We should probably get back.”

You nod.

“We should talk about this,”

“We will. Tomorrow.”

“Ok.”

She grabs your hand, entwining her fingers in yours, and gazing at you like you were the most perfect thing in the world.

You smile back, fuck she was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

With that you pushed through the doors, back into the noise, lights, and crowds of people.

But this time you had hazel.

And to be honest, that was the best thing that could happen.

#bottoms movie 2023 #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x you #bottoms spoilers #ruby cruz #bottoms 2023 #hazel bottoms #vster

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slimeylee · 3 months

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fic prompt in the replies of this post !

first helluva boss fic . ive been very fixated on it recently :3

also inspired by season 2 episode 6 !

* swear warning , tickling .. idk what else

switch ! fizzarolli (he / him ) , switch ! blitzø ( he / him )

Fizzarolli enjoyed the fresh morning smell of fire in Hell as he zoomed through the town on his Heelys. He leaned back and relaxed as he was dragged quickly down the sidewalk by his dogs, on his way to his concert rehearsal with Mammon.

Suddenly, the silence was interrupted.

"LOOK, LADY, IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF YOU ONLY KNOW HOW TO MAKE COFFEE THAT TASTES LIKE PISS!" Blitzø yelled, getting thrown out of a coffee shop. He sat up on the sidewalk.

Fizzarolli's eyes widened as he grew near to running Blitzø over, calling out a whistle.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, WOAH-" Blitzø yelped, bringing up his arm as Fizz and his dogs screeched to a stop.

He looked down at the group of dogs, and Fizz stood with a smirk. "Oh, wow, lookie who it is!" Blitzø's facial expression immediately changed once Fizzarolli began.

"Oh, fuuck.. you again." Blitzø groaned in annoyance, adjusting his sitting position on the sidewalk. "Stalkin' me now, huh?" Fizz grinned widely.

Blitzo stood up from the ground, crossing his arms. "Oh, don't fuckin' flatter yourself, clown. I have my own life, you know; WITHOUT you in it." He stepped closer to Fizz.

"And gee whiz! We've been in each others relative vicinity TWICE in the last FIFTEEN YEARS, that would make me THE SHITTIEST STALKER IN HISTORY!" Blitzø announced, putting his hands on his hips. Fizzarolli had gotten down on the ground, petting one of his dogs.

"Uh-huh! Sure... Blitzo." Fizz teased, crossing his arms now. Blitzø grit his teeth. "The O is silent now, bitch." He poked Fizz in the shoulder, which he then brushed off.

"Twice," Fizz said, slowly raising from the ground and stepping closer to Blitzø. "is already way too much." He said with a large grin, pushing Blitzø out of the way.

"Yeah, well at least I'm still actually working for my shit, and not getting everything handed to me like some pampered attention whore!" Blitzø gestured as he spoke, Fizz walking away while he stepped along.

Blitzø begun walking away as Fizzarolli snarled, but then he looked down at his hand. He then remembered Ozzie, and what he was on his way to do.

"Yeah, well, guess that's what resilience and talent gets ya," Fizz chuckled, turning around. "Plus, my horns were always bigger than yours,"

"Weren't they?"

He picked up his sunglasses, glaring at Blitzø with a smirk. Fizz turned around again to leave, but he was caught off guard when he heard Blitzø running up behind him.

"WhaAAA-" Fizz yelped as Blitzø tackled him to the ground. "You fucking bitch!" Blitzø growled, wrestling Fizzarolli on the ground as the clown attempted to get up. "Get the fuck off me!" Fizz yelled, pushing at Blitzø's wrists.

The two of them suddenly flipped over and Fizz struggled to get Blitzø to the ground. Admist the chaos, Fizz accidentally poked his side. He, and even Blitzø was surprised to hear the squawk that he had let out.

"...What the fuck was that?" Fizz smirked. "Nothing!" Blitzø immediately went back to shoving at Fizz, to which he fought back by poking Blitzø's side again.

"Are you ticklish, Blitzo? What a discovery. I would've thought you'd grown out of this by now." Fizz teased with a large grin. "Oh, fuck no, don't you dare, you fuckin' dipshiIIIIT-!" Blitzø jumped with a squeal as Fizz quickly scribbled his fingers into his side for a few seconds. "Ohohoho! I did think we were gonna fight, but this is even better!" Fizz exclaimed.

"Get the FUCK off of MEHEE!" Blitzø squealed as Fizz tased his sides again. "Stohop doing that, dipshit!" Blitzø said, bringing up his arms from their place on the ground and fighting Fizz back with a squeeze to his side.

"OH, FUCK-" Fizz jumped, nearly totally caught off guard by that. Blitzø sat up, jumping at Fizz and scribbling between his ribs. "SHIHIT!-" Fizz cackled. "Oh wow, Fizz, thought you would've grown out of this by noHOHOW-" Blitzø had taken the opportunity to tease back, laughing out suddenly as Fizz poked him in the side. "Yohou think you're a funny guy, huh?" Blitzø asked him, a small smirk on his face.

"Ihi doHOO- FUHAHACK!" Fizz squealed as Blitzø scribbled into his stomach, squeezing his side a few times inbetween as he cackled. "Yeah, tickle tickle, fuckin' bitch." Blitzø said with sarcasm, a wide grin on his face as he moved back up to Fizz's ribs.

Fizz suddenly came up with an idea. He extended his left arm out and behind Blitzø.

"What are you-" He began, stopping and looking behind him. He jumped with a yelp as Fizz's right hand wiggled into his side. "FuHUHUCK-" Blitzo cackled. He reached out for Fizz's stomach, but Fizz used his left hand to grab Blitzø's.

"You're a fuhuhucking cheheater!" Blitzø yelped, reaching out his other hand. Fizz curled away from Blitzø, smirking. "Oh, no, you don't!" Fizz suddenly moved both of his hands to attack Blitzø, wiggling his fingers into his stomach and sides.

"SHIHIT!" Blitzo cackled, grabbing Fizz's wrists and lunging toward him. "Yohohou're going fucking dohown, bitch!" He exclaimed, his fingers drilled into Fizz's hips as he bounced up with a shriek. "NOHOHO!" The two continued their fighting for a little bit.

Fizzarolli scribbled into Blitzø's sides and Blitzø scratched into Fizz's hips. The two sat up, continuing their tickle quarrel.

They both had let out surprised gasps as they suddenly were lassoed, and flung upwards into a random building.

They were slammed against a wall and heard the word, "Hired," before looking up. It was Striker, and Moxxie's dad.

Well, shit... Now they were in trouble.

#slimey-fics #helluva boss tickle #switch!blitzo #switch!fizzarolli #blitzarolli #my babies i love them so much 💕

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works-of-fanfiction · 1 year

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“Give it a Year.” || George Russell x Reader

Summary: George wants to ask the reader an important question, but he has to wait for the right time.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: None.

a/n: hey loves! so it’s been a good year since I last wrote something, but reading everyone’s f1 posts has got me experiencing some serious fomo. I apologise if this isn’t my best work! I’m new to the f1 side of tumblr, but I hope you like this :)

“We’ve only been together a month…” I reminded George, the champagne clearly going to his head, making nonsense spill out of his mouth. He shuffled his feet further up the wall as he adjusted his position, the two of us hanging upside-down on the sofa and giggling maniacally as we polished off our second bottle of the evening. I couldn’t tell if the dizziness was the effect of the champagne or the blood rushing to my head, as I ran my fingers through my hair, shaking it out and sighing deeply.

“Yes, but we’ve known each other for eight.” He protested, nudging my right foot with his left, making me slip down the sofa slightly. I shrieked, quickly reaching down behind my head to catch myself. George snorted with laughter as he slid his hand underneath my head to catch me, giving me a little push so I could regain my balance. I swung my legs to the left, giving me enough momentum to flip my body upright and sit normally. I looked down at George’s red face and his eyes were closed as he drunkenly hummed a tune to himself. I crossed my legs, reaching over to the side table to sip the remnants of my drink from the bottom of the flute.

“George, sit up. The veins in your forehead look like they’re about to pop.” I grabbed his arm, attempting to pull him up, but the alcohol in my system as well as his made his body feel three times heavier. He swung his body back and forth a couple of times, hoisting himself onto the sofa cushion and messily turning around until he landed beside me, his head lazily resting on my shoulder.

“So what do you say? Summer wedding?” He suggested, planting a kiss between my neck and shoulder, his lips rubbing against my t-shirt. I pushed his head off of me, catching him by his chest and holding him in front of me. He blinked slowly, his mouth upturned in an almost perfectly crescent-shaped smile like a cartoon. “Be my wife.”

“You’re drunk, George.”

“So are you!”

“Not drunk enough to get engaged.” I stood up and shakily took both glasses to the sink, rinsing them quickly and leaving them in the bathroom. The hotel room was stuffy and hot, the humid air coming through the window doing us no favours. With no hesitation, I slipped my shorts off and stumbled back to the sofa in just my underwear and t-shirt, fanning myself with my hands. “I bet you use that line on all the girls.”

“Which girls?” George sat up, mouth agape, feigning shock. “Not everyone is special enough to warrant a proposal!”

“What? And I am?”

“Absolutely.” He lunged forward and grabbed my hand, pressing a wet kiss to my palm then the tip of my forefinger. I smiled, his lips tickling my skin and the alcohol only making me more sensitive to his touch. “I’ll get you to say ‘yes’ one day.”

“Give it a year.”

“A year! That’s too long.”

“You are so impatient! Deep down, the George Russell I know would be disappointed if I said yes too easily. We both know you’d want to plan it out properly.” I pinched his cheek and he drew back, looking down and laughing.

“Yeah, you’re right. You’re totally right.” He admitted, his hands finding my knees to trace patterns on them. I flinched at first but settled into it, letting silence wash over our intoxicated selves.

“Shall we go to bed?” I asked quietly. George nodded and pressed his nose against my arm like a sleepy pet cat. “Let’s try and get some sleep. I’ll put the fan on.”

“Should I wear the white or the black?” I pondered, asking George for the second time as I stood in front of the mirror and switched between the two shirts on their hangers. “The black makes me look slimmer, but the white is better for this weather.”

George scoffed, and I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror behind me, shaking his head. “What’s so funny?” I asked, turning around and dropping both shirts down to my sides. “This is the penultimate race of the season! This is an important choice.”

“Do you know how ridiculous you sound? ‘The black makes me look slimmer.’” He mocked, adopting a higher voice which sounded nothing like me. “You know you look great in either, but white would be the better choice.”

“White it is.” I smiled, tucking the black one back into the closet and slipping the white shirt over my head. I looked back in the mirror and smoothed it out, tucking one side into my jeans to give it a little more shape. George appeared behind me, hands on my hips and chin resting on my head.

“You wear the Mercedes shirt better than me.” He kissed my hair as he gave my hips a gentle squeeze. “I have a good feeling about today.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he buried his face into the back of my hair, pulling me closer so my back was flush against his chest. Watching him in the mirror made me feel somewhat shy, so I closed my eyes and leaned against him, enjoying the last few minutes before we had to leave.

I tapped his hand twice, prompting him to stand back and let go. “We need to get going.” I said, throwing my bag over my shoulder before passing George his backpack. I quickly scanned the room to ensure we hadn’t forgotten anything, then followed him out of the door.

The routine was the same as always. We arrived at the track a good few hours before the race and George disappeared as usual. I mingled a little and spoke to those I recognised, before finding a table in hospitality and settling in. More friendly faces came and went as the time passed, and I was just happy to be out of the humidity and under some air-conditioning. I’ve always enjoyed our race day routine. I join George as much as I can and try to catch as many of his races as possible, and I’m just happy to be present and supporting him. It doesn’t matter to me how long everything takes. I like looking around each circuit and taking in the different layouts, watching the teams do press and catching up with everyone. I still feel like an excited kid with a VIP pass every time I walk through the gates.

Time seemed to fly, and before I knew it, I was stood by George wishing him luck for the last time before the race. “Starting in pole, I’m so proud of you.” I beamed, stretching up to press a kiss to his cheek. His lips were pressed into a tight smile, his eyes still flicking around nervously at everyone; the other drivers, mechanics, reporters. His suit hung on his hips as he clung onto his drink, fighting the urge to chew on the straw. “Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not.” He snapped out of his little trance, his eyes finally meeting mine. I smiled, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. “I’m good. I’m looking forward to it.”

“I’ll be here when you cross the finish line.”

“I know.” Someone drifted past him and took his drink away, swapping it out for his helmet. He tucked it under his arm and ducked down to kiss me, lightly pecking my lips followed by the corner of my mouth as he always does. “I love you. Thank you for being here.”

“Ditto. Now go.” I patted his chest and he flashed me one more smile before merging into the crowd. I went and found my seat and snapped a few pictures to commemorate the day. The wait for the race to start always feels like the longest minutes of my life. I think it’s probably down to a mixture of nerves and excitement. I love to see George race and do what he loves, but I can’t help being a little nervous for him every time. You couldn’t pay me enough money to get in one of those cars!

I still remember the first race I ever attended by George’s side. I pretty much latched onto him at the start of the day and didn’t let go until he was being pulled away to get into his car. I felt so out of place and didn’t know how to behave around everyone. He introduced me to so many people and all I could do was smile and nod at everything they were saying as if I understood every word. I was far too nervous to speak more than a couple sentences at a time, and I was dreading the moment I had to see him shoot off at such a dangerous speed. It’s a weird feeling seeing the one you love squeezing into that driver’s seat. Your heart swells with pride whilst your head spins at all the possibilities of what could happen on the track. I remember waving at him like a parent seeing off their child, scared to take my eyes off of him for one second. His family had joined us later that day and tried to whisk me away and calm me down. I had updates coming through my phone in case I missed any announcements on the track itself, and any whispers amongst the crowd pricked at my ears if I heard so much as the number 63 mentioned. I’ve gotten more used to it now and witnessed my fair share of hiccups and accidents in the races, but they don’t come without their tears and me eventually scolding George for making me worry.

The cars found their starting positions soon after the formation lap. I quickly slid my arms into the jacket George had given me, the sleeves stretching way past my hands so I rolled them up the best I could, making sure not to take my eyes off the track. Seconds later, the lights went out and all twenty drivers disappeared from view, the rumbling engines and screeching tyres growing further away. My eyes stayed fixed on the track, waiting for George’s car to pass by. The first lap always feels the longest, and I won’t lie and say I don’t sit with my fingers crossed waiting for those few seconds when he flies past me and into the distance once again.

By the last few laps, I was on the edge of my seat and praying for George to keep his position at the front. When the chequered flag waved above his car, I sprung out of my seat and squealed, hands coming from every direction to pat me on the shoulders and celebrate with me. I dashed out of my seat, squeezing past everyone on my row and practically diving down the stairs. The entire Mercedes team bolted out of the garage, hugging each other and jumping up and down excitedly at their 1-2 finish.

As soon as George emerged from his car, he threw his hands up in the air, evoking more screams and applause from the crowd. My hands started to feel sore from the constant clapping, but all I could focus on was George and the team relishing in their moment. It felt like forever until he finally reached where I was standing, hugging and shaking hands with several mechanics. He took his helmet off and passed it to the first pair of hands he could find, tugging his balaclava off and shaking his hair out. He scanned the crowd and found me standing at the back, waiting for him to come over. Smiling from ear-to-ear, he weaved through the mass of people and reached out to grab me. I leapt into his arms and he spun me around three times before putting me down and holding my face in his hands. “We did it, Y/N. We did it.” He spoke quietly so only I could hear, his thumbs lightly squeezing my cheeks as he pulled me in for a kiss. His face was sweaty but I didn’t care. I could hardly kiss him properly as I couldn’t alter the grin on my face.

“No, baby. You did it.” I buried my face in his chest and his arms naturally found their way around my neck, holding me close. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest, his body shaking with excitement. “I’m so proud of you.”

He shifted and held me in front of him, squatting to be at eye-level with me. “I’m a race winner… I’m a race winner!” He raised his voice as the reality sunk in. A sea of reporters appeared holding their cameras and microphones, eager to hear from the winner. He gave me a look as if to ask my permission and I nodded enthusiastically.

“This is your moment! Go!” I grabbed his shoulders and flipped him around, nudging him back into the crowd.

Seeing him on the podium was one of the most incredible moments of my life. Lewis and Carlos aimed their champagne at him, soaking him from head to toe. I took probably a hundred photos on my phone, zooming in on his screwed-up face as champagne dripped from his nose and hair. It took nearly an hour for him to finish up in the media pen and taking photos with the team. As soon as he found me again, he pulled me into his driver’s room and sat me down on the sofa. “George, what’s going on? Sit down!” I laughed as he paced the room, unable to calm himself or come to a stop.

“I can’t – not yet. Uh…” He sounded nervous, his fingers digging into his own hips as he dragged his feet along the carpet to his bag in the corner. I tried to see what he was doing but he blocked my view, rummaging around until he sprung back up, back straight and hands behind him.

“George, you’re being weird.”

“Sorry, I’m not trying to be… Gosh, why am I so nervous?”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, about to stand.

“No, no! You stay sat down. I promise I’m OK.”

“OK…” I furrowed my brows, watching him as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He muttered something to himself that I didn’t quite catch, then dropped down to one knee in front of me. I gasped, my back hitting the sofa as he brought his hands around with a small box clutched in his right.

“I’ve been trying to think of the perfect moment to do this for a long time. Since I drunkenly asked you in that hotel room many months ago, it’s been on my mind constantly.” He started, wobbling a little on his knee before finding his balance. “I was going to do it outside earlier but I didn’t want the moment to be lost amongst everything else. I wanted this to just be for us.”

“George…”

“You said to ‘give it a year’. I know it hasn’t quite been that long yet, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. I hope you can forgive me.” I playfully slapped his shoulder, making him laugh and inch closer to me. He opened the box and moved it towards me, allowing me to inspect the beautiful diamond inside. My eyes pricked with tears, my cheeks beginning to feel warm and my palms clammy. “Only one thing could make me happier than winning my first race. I love you, Y/N. What do you say to becoming my wife?”

I tried to blink back my tears but it didn’t work. Frantically nodding and with tears streaming down my face, I reached forward and tackled him to the ground, repeating my answer over and over - yes. He grabbed my left arm and brought it over to his so he could slide the ring onto my finger. I sat back and gazed down at my hand in disbelief, the silver band catching the light as I slowly moved my wrist. “It’s beautiful, George. I love it.” I looked back at him and his watery eyes and he scooped me up into another hug, pulling me into his lap and holding me on the floor.

“This is the best day of my life.” He whispered in my ear.

We sat in silence, cherishing the moment and the calm together. We may not have been together a year yet, but I knew what my answer was going to be when he asked me all those months ago. The only reason I didn’t say yes back then was because I wanted to spend a little more time dating George and getting to know him. Little did I know, I can still do that as his wife. And I can’t wait…

#f1 fics #george russell x reader #gr63 x reader #f1 oneshot #f1 x reader

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footy-fictionist · 1 year

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Important win - Jude Bellingham

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x female reader, little bit of platonic!Karim Adeyemi x female reader and a tiny bit of platonic!Nico Schlotterbeck x female reader

Warnings: fluff, hints of stealing someones man (nothing serious at all), little bit of worried reader

Word Count: 852 (sorry not a very long one)

Note: As always, my first language is not English. I thought it would be fun to show how the reader is friends with some of the teammates as well! This is purely fiction, I don't know any of the boys. Please do not copy or publish my work, reblobbing is perfectly fine! If I missed anything in the warnings or elsewhere, please let me know!

To say that the win against Red Bull Leipzig is important, is a big understatement. Leipzig has an incredible team and they can definitely put up a fight. So there were a lot of nerves before the game. But luckily her boyfriend’s team pulled through. There was that chance from Nkunku in the first half that almost stopped her heart. Jude gave an amazing pass for Julian to score, which he did but it was ruled a handball. She hadn’t been that disappointed in a while.

The penalty from Marco really lifted everyone’s spirits and then the hard kick from Emre really sealed the deal. But the chance from Werner near the end, where Nico managed to save it with his shoulder. She went crazy celebrating that save. She bursted out laughing when Karim, who was standing next to her, was flabbergasted by the amount of extra time. The ‘FÜNF?!’ wouldn’t leave her mind soon and she definitely wouldn’t let her friend live that down. He had pushed her shoulder because she laughed so hard, which only made it worse. And after the last whistle was blown, she jumped up clapping for joy.

Now she is watching her boyfriend, her friends and his teammates celebrating that important win. All of the 10 games of 2023 they’ve won so far, an incredible streak and she was very proud. Especially after all the pressure that’s been on Jude’s shoulders the past few months. With all the transfer rumours and the ones that are still in play, but also his knee that has to be taped up for every match now. To say she worries about him quite a lot, is putting it lightly. Of course they talk about everything, communication is 100% key in their relationship, but the worries stay in place. Right now she just accepts that this is the way she’s gonna feel every time something is happening in Jude’s career.

She smiles as the boys start to jump in front of the yellow wall, knowing what will follow right after. They soon enough start jumping up against each other, Karim walking back a bit to avoid them all. After all the times they’ve launched him and with his injury, she totally understands. He does end up joining them again, but when everything has calmed down a little. In the meantime she watches Jude have fun and even holds her breath a little when he jumps at Niklas who decides to avoid him for the fun of it. Jude stumbles forward a little, she only relaxes when she sees the smile on his face. He looks her in the eyes straight after, knowing she needs his reassurance even for something as small as that stumble.

He then proceeds to dance with the kids of his teammates. She loves the way he always includes the kids, no matter what. He loves kids and he shows it in a lot of ways. When the celebration dies down a little, he’s standing next to Karim whilst they all hold hands. Karim presses a kiss to the back of Jude’s hand, whilst Jude returns the favour right after. She can’t help but to comment on it.

“Hey Karim, stop stealing my boyfriend. You’re the second one that’s trying to steal him. Nico already tried as well.”

The boys burst out laughing when they heard her yell at them. Karim turns her way holding up his hand and mockingly making talk motions with it. She gasps in outrage whilst Jude looks like he’s gonna collapse, laughing as hard as he does. She flips Karim off, who blows her a kiss. Nico also looks her way, also having heard her comments.

“We can’t help it. Your boyfriend is just so lovable. Karim and I are best friends, of course we would love the same teammate the most.”

Nico sends her a wink with his comments before focussing on Mats as he walks over. She rolls her eyes at Nico’s comments. Jude walks her way, stopping right under where she’s standing. He gives her a lazy smile, whilst she sends him a small glare. There is no real venom in her glare and her heart is melting at the lazy smile he sends her, but she doesn’t let it show (all that much).

“You really want to cheat on me with your teammates Jude? That’s rude, you know.”

“Naaah baby, you know there is only you. I love them but they’ll never compare to you.”

He loves the way her mock glare fades and the red shows up on her cheeks after his comments. Oh, how he wants to hug her right now and kiss those rosy cheeks of hers. She puts her hands on her cheeks as though she hears his thoughts and is trying to hide them. His smile widens and now takes over half of his face. She can’t help but smile back just as big.

“I love you.”

Jude doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of hearing her say that to him.

“I love you too. Thank you for being here baby. Always means a lot.”

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x female reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham fanfic #football imagine #football imagines #football one shot

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buckys-loverman · 2 years

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cooking lessons - jeremiah fisher

you and jeremiah have been best friends since you were children and he has taught you everything you know; but he’s not done with all his lessons

warnings: smut, finger banging, minors DNI, 18+ appropriate, praise kink, vulgar language

pairing: fem!reader x jeremiah fisher

A/N: hi guys! this is my first time writing on tumblr so pls be nice to any mistakes that i make this time around. not my gif & hope you enjoy!

You and Jeremiah had been childhood best friends since preschool, along with Conrad, Steven and Belly. It was tradition for you to join along on their summer vacation to Cousins Beach.

Every month the two of you liked to try new recipes to cook, it helped the both of you learn something new and allowed you to spend uninterrupted time with Jeremiah. Your stomach twisted and turned each time he guided your hand while cooking, his laugh echoing in your ear as your cheeks turned pink.

You weren’t allowed to think about him in that manner, he was your best friend and you just had to ignore the way his fingers would glide into his mouth as he would taste test the batter you made for the lemon cake you both agreed to make that day. How you could see his tongue swirling around his fingers, swallowing every drop as he stared intensely into your eyes. Your stomach had tightened in knots watching him, your panties slowly getting soaked as you tried squeezing your legs together and starting up a conversation to distract yourself from the boy in front of you.

“So, are you going to the bonfire tonight? First one of the season.” You smiled as you picked up an egg to add to the mix.

His voice got closer to your ear, “Depends, will you be accompanying me again this summer?” His hands lightly wrapped around your waist from behind, his veiny arms on full display as you could see his smile from the corner of your eye.

“I-I’m not sure-” You cleared your voice, “Someone actually asked me as their date…” You whispered the last part, hoping that he either wouldn’t hear or wouldn’t ask you any questions.

“What?” His arm moved away from his previous hug and landed on the sides of your waist as he flipped you around to face him, your body pushed against the counter. “Who?” He asked as his arms have you trapped, an angry and confused expression smeared across his face. God he looked so hot when he was angry, especially at you.

You snap yourself out of your thoughts and you take a deep breath, “Um Alec, the one from the club. You remember him right? Taller side, likes to surf-” But Jeremiah stopped you before you finish, “No.”

“What?” You blinked a few times as you thought Jeremiah would be happy that you finally got your own date to the bonfire, you wouldn’t be his best friend that just stands next to him all night feeling like a burden that he can’t go flirt with other people.

“I’m not letting you go with him, he’s a total fuckboy! He’s just trying to take advantage of you.” He spat in disgust, his eyebrows wrinkling together as his fists began to grip on to the counter behind you.

“I’m sorry, did you ever consider that maybe I know about his reputation?” You crossed your arms, never breaking eye contact with him.

He shook his head, “If you know then why go with him? He’s just trying to fuck you like the rest of the girls in Cousins!” His face turning red as he moves closer in, his breath mixing in with your own.

“Because I want to! Jesus, wrap it around your stubborn head that maybe I want to fuck somebody and if that means Alec, then I’ll do it!” You raised your voice as you uncrossed your arms and shoved Jeremiah away from you, the anger in your body beginning to take over your emotions.

Jeremiah looked taken aback at your sudden shove as pure anger crossed his face as he grabbed you by the waist and re-pinned you against the counter top, a gasp coming out from your mouth as he lowers to your level.

“Do you even know how to satisfy someone?” His low voice and lust filled eyes sent shivers throughout your body as his hands slowly move down your waist.

“Maybe not, but I can try.” You gulped as both your faces were just inches apart from one another.

A small smirk spreads across his face as he tilts his head towards your ear before whispering, “Then I’ll just have to show you.”

In one swift moment your body is lifted off the ground, a gasp escaping from your mouth as he places you on top of the counter, placing himself between your legs as he grabs the back of your neck, forcing your lips to smash into his.

The knots in your stomach soon turned to ash as you wrapped your legs around his back, pulling him in as your fingers moved through his hair, tugging at it. A groan escaped his mouth, lips still attached to yours as the two of you moved against each other’s bodies, knowing what the other one wanted.

His fingers moved agaisnt the small of your back as it made it’s way down to your pussy, that was surely drenched from his touch. He rubbed your clit over the thin material of your panties, causing a muffled moan from you. In a sudden movement he harshly pulled your underwear to the side, causing a loud rip, “I’ll buy you new ones.” He grunted.

His long and thin fingers moved up and down your heat, him teasing you with his touch as he plays with you, a smirk reappearing on his face as he watches your body twitch with this new overwhelming feeling that is taking over your body.

“Jere please-” You beg as each breath becomes harder, “No more teasing.” Your fingers now clench the counter that he did previously, your stomach feeling on fire.

He licks his lips as he smiles, “Fine, but only since you’ve been such a good girl.” He slips in a finger and you instantly feel your walls closing in around him, god it’s like he knows what makes you weak.

You moan as you tilt your head back in pleasure, his other hand reaching for your chin as he moves it forward to look at him while he finger fucks you, a second finger entering, stretching you out in pleasure.

“Fuck!” You say as you can feel the tips of his fingers curling inside of you, instantly hitting your g-spot, something you had never been able to reach yourself. Your body floods with another wave of euphoria as your toes curl inside your shoes, your breathing irregular as his fingers thrust deep into you.

“Tell me how it feels darling.” His eyes moving between your eyes and your pussy, now on display in the kitchen you two were once cooking on. The thought of it causing his cock to flinch at the thought of fucking your tight little pussy right there so he could show you that no one could ever fuck you like him.

“G-good Jere, it feels so good.” Another moan threatening to break free as his free hand moves over to your pulled up skirt, his thumb rubbing sweet and light circles over your clit. His touch sends you into orbit as your nails dig his shoulders, surely to leave a mark.

“Take it all in, there you go angel.” His stupid smirk never leaving his face, “Now tell me you’ll go to the bonfire with me.” His fingers continued to speed up inside as he adds more pressure to your clit, driving you closer to your first orgasm.

You can barely speak, better yet answer him as waves of pleasure continue to suffocate you. The way his fingers glide in and out of you, the delicate touch of his thumb rubbing over your clit as his baby blue eyes continue to stare deep into you.

“Jere-” You gasp as he slides in a third finger, your body beginning to twitch in pleasure as moans escape your mouth before you can stop them. Your knuckles turning completely white against the counter from your grip.

“That’s not an answer princess,” His deep voice feeling like an echo, “I want to hear you say yes. Think you can do that for me?”

You quickly nod as you feel all this pleasure finally catch up to you, causing you the fall flat on your back against the kitchen counter as a shock runs through your entire body, your back arching as you push your head deeper into the counter and your eyes roll into the back of your head. His fingers continue to slip in and out of you as your orgasm flashes through your body, your breathing becoming jagged as you slowly begin to come down from your high.

You feel light headed as he pulls his fingers out of you, sticking all three into his mouth as he continues to stare at you, the way he did earlier with the cake batter that was now spilling off to the side.

You sit up to your elbows to face him, “You know…” He began as he pulled his fingers out his mouth, “You never gave me the yes that I asked for.”

Your eyes widened in realization as you opened your mouth to respond, but nothing would come out as he began to unzip his pants, his hardened dick peaking out from the top as it stretched the fabric of his shorts.

“So it looks like i’ll have to fuck it out of you.”

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hello everyone!! i really hope you enjoyed and if you have any more suggestions for new stories or want a part 2 then please comment, thank you all <3

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp imagine #tsitp jeremiah #jeremiah fisher #conrad fisher #fisher boys #the summer i turned pretty x reader #jeremiah fisher smut

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storiesofsvu · 20 days

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Don't Blame Me Ch 1

Joe Velasco x reader (slight au) Warnings: language, flirtation, alcohol and nicotine consumption.

The Punch Bowl wasn’t a place you had been frequenting recently, but it was late, it was open, and you were in dire need of a couple of drinks. The bar was a bit of a dive, though cozy, pool table and dart boards tucked away in the back and various entertainment playing on the multiple televisions around the room. You tugged your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans before dropping down into a seat at the corner end of the bar and flipping through the drink menu. You did your best to give a proper greeting to the bartender, a tired smile on your lips as you ordered a beer and a basket of fries, thanking him for the drink when he returned and you were finally able to take a sip and let the stress of the day melt away.

Your eyes drifted to one of the tv’s that had a game of soccer playing, you weren’t particularly into the sport, but you knew enough to follow along with what was going on and it was nice to just let your brain go numb a bit. The second half was nearly over when the bartender delivered your fries, your stomach growling when the smell of fresh food hit your nose and you realized you hadn’t eaten since breakfast. By the time the game was over you were done your food and onto your second beer, scrolling through your phone for a bit before you let out a soft sigh and finally tore your eyes away from it. That’s when your gaze landed on him, animatedly talking with the bartender like they knew each other, a wicked grin on his face.

Your first thought was that he was gorgeous, dark hair just long enough to grab at, a smile that almost had a hint of danger laced in it, just enough scruff to cover his chin, he was toned, biceps stretching the short sleeves of his shirt, a tattoo peeking out from underneath the fabric on one side. His clothes were casual, but stylish and fitted and you caught yourself wondering what he looked like underneath them. Your gaze flicked up to his face again and you noticed his light eyes were suddenly on you, a smirk spreading across his lips before he winked in your direction and you instantly felt your cheeks heat. You ducked your gaze, running a hand through your hair as you tried to ignore the fact that you’d just gotten caught staring, picking up your phone again to distract yourself.

A minute later a shot of tequila was being slid across the wood to you by the bartender who shot you a smile and nodded over towards the stranger. You picked up the glass as you looked up at the man who was raising his glass towards you then tossed the shot back and you did the same before you smiled back at him, giving him a little salute as a thank you. The bartender was back in front of you a second later to swipe the empty glass from the bar top,

“Kitchen’s doing last call for food, you want anything else?”

“No I’m good.” You replied with a smile, “but I am gonna pop out for a smoke, can you keep an eye on this?” You gestured toward the beer and he nodded.

“Course.” He pulled out a clean coaster to cover the top of the glass.

“Thanks.”

The door swung shut behind you and you took a couple of steps away from the entrance as you pulled the pack of smokes out of your pocket, fishing one out and placing it between your lips. The noise from within the bar went from muffled to louder back to muffled as you dug through your pocket attempting to find the lighter you could’ve sworn you had.

“Need a light?” A voice asked from behind you and you weren’t totally surprised to find the handsome stranger holding up a lighter, his own cigarette already lit.

“Yeah, thanks.” You stepped toward him, heat creeping up the back of your neck when he got even closer to light the smoke himself rather than passing the lighter over. “Thanks for the drink too.”

“You’re welcome.” He grinned, taking a drag, “not sure how I was supposed to resist, gorgeous girl like you.” His free hand reached out, smoothing a piece of your hair that had been caught in the wind back behind your ear and you felt your heart thump in your chest. “Haven’t seen you around here before.”

“I just moved back into the neighbourhood.”

“Lucky neighbourhood.” He grinned, his hand reaching out again, “I’m Jose.”

“Y/n.” You replied, accepting his hand with the expectation of a handshake, instead you felt a fluttering in your chest when he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His hand lingered in yours for a moment, heat surging through your body at the contact before he finally let it go. “I’m glad I came out tonight.”

“Likewise.” You replied with a huff of a laugh, taking another drag of your smoke, “and to think I almost went to Alehouse.”

“Alehouse?” He laughed, “c’mon, that place is full of pretentious hipsters now.”

“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes, “that’s all the heads up I need to never go in there again.”

“Good girl.” He grinned down at you and you felt the butterflies in your stomach move south at the praise. “What brought you out tonight?”

“Alcohol.” You replied with a laugh, taking a long drag of your smoke, “and the utter lack of groceries at home.”

“Well you got your food, and I think it’s safe to say I can help with the other. Long day?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Smoke now finished you tossed it to the ground, stubbing it out with your toe.

“Well c’mon.” Jose stubbed his half smoke out on the wall, placing it back in the pack for later, “let’s get you another shot.”

His hand quickly found the small of your back and you welcomed it as he directed you back into the bar. He picked up his own beer from where he had been sitting and nodded toward the end where you’d left your drink, his arm nearly wrapping all the way around your waist by the time you’d found your seat. He flagged down the bartender for another round of shots and once they were done he leaned into the bar, his knees brushing against your own.

“So it’s been a long day, you wanna talk about it?”

“I wanna forget about it.” You replied with a laugh, taking another gulp of your beer.

“Let me guess, bad boss? Or is it bad boyfriend?”

“Both are pretty terrible. Though thankfully it’s ex boyfriend. Piece of shit.”

“Must’ve been to fuck around with a girl like you.” Joe’s hand slid across the bar top, squeezing at yours briefly, “m’sorry.”

“Not your fault.” You shot him a small smile, “he was a jerk, I learnt a lesson.”

“Want me to beat him up?” He offered with a smirk and you laughed.

“If he tries to fuck with me again, sure.”

“You say the word and it’s done.” He offered and you chuckled again.

“You sure are gung ho for someone you just met.”

“Somethin’ about you… you’re different, alluring, captivating. I wanna know everything there is to know about you.”

“Oh come on.” You laughed, swatting at his arm, “I’m not that interesting.”

“You are. Not to mention you are that beautiful.” He replied with a smile and you couldn’t help but blush.

“And what about you?” You asked over the rim of your glass before taking a sip, “you don’t have a million girls chasing after you?”

“Doesn’t matter if I don’t want ‘em.” He shrugged, glancing over his shoulder, “look around, they’re young and drunk, throwing themselves at whoever’ll pay attention to them. No self respecting guy wants that. Besides, you were actually watching the game earlier.”

You let out a quiet laugh, ducking your gaze before looking up at him, “I hate to admit it, but I do know the bare minimum about soccer, it’s just a nice way to empty my brain after a long week.”

“Not soccer,” he chuckled, “fútbol.”

“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, “I know basically nothing about fútbol.”

“Not a sports girl then?” He asked with a raised brow.

“I always liked baseball.” You replied with a shrug, “easy enough to understand, I like a good summer day out in the stands.”

“You ever play?”

“Not since school.”

His eyes flicked past you to the back of the bar, a grin still present on his lips, “how do you feel about pool?”

“That I’m so abysmal at it I wouldn’t even want to subject you to witnessing that.”

“What about darts?” He asked, a smirk on his lips, “you know anything about them?”

You smiled, glancing over your shoulder to the dart boards, “enough to make it a challenge for you.”

“A girl who knows how to play the right games.” It was his turn to chuckle, draining his beer before ordering another round, “you really are my type.”

When Joe picked up his beer you followed his lead, wandering over to where the dart boards were, claiming one of the high top tables as your own while he grabbed the darts. He sauntered back over to you, lifting the case up in your direction and you shook your head with a small laugh.

“Why don’t you show me how it’s done? Gotta learn from the best after all.”

He chuckled, stepping forward and gently pinching your chin, “add manners and flattery to the list, you really are the whole package aren’t you darlin’?” You let out a breath in response, ducking your gaze as your cheeks burned, “oh c’mon, don’t get shy on me now.” He teased, “you’re cute as hell when you blush.”

“Jose…” you laughed, swatting at his chest before he stepped away, smirk still on his lips as he turned toward the dart board to make his first throw.

His first two shots landed in the inner ring, his third landing a single bullseye, earning a round of gentle applause from you. After collecting the darts he turned back to you with a slightly smug grin, passing the darts over to you.

“And here I was thinking you’d go easy on me.” You teased and he laughed, his hands finding your hips as he stepped around you, holding you flush to his chest.

“Sweetheart I’m not gonna take it easy on you until you’re begging me to stop.” He husked into your ear and you felt yourself tingling as your heart began to thump in your chest. One of his hands remained on your hip as the other trailed up your arm, “the trick to darts is the stance.” He stepped impossibly closer to you, turning your hips ever so slightly to angle them, his breath hot on your neck when he spoke, the smell of his cologne invading your senses to the point you almost couldn’t think straight. “But don’t forget about the follow through on the throw.”

He guided your hand back, slowly letting you take control of the dart before it was thrown into the board, landing in the inner circle.

“Good girl.” He murmured, his hands moving back to your waist, resting there while you transferred the second dart to your throwing hand.

You were completely unsure if what he was doing was an attempt to help you, an attempt to throw you off your game, or if it was just an excuse to get his hands on you, but you certainly weren’t complaining no matter what his motives were. Your second throw landed you a single bullseye, and your final throw landed you a double bullseye, right in the middle of the board.

“Fuck…” he muttered, pinching at your waist, “this beginner’s luck or is your aim actually that good?”

You let out a low laugh, turning in his hands, your fingers slipping through his belt loops, “oh… I’m just that good.”

It was your turn to fluster him, the smirk on your lips and darkening look in your eyes enough to drive him insane. He thought you were cute when you were blushing, but hot as fucking hell when you were cocky and he wanted to see more of it.

“If you’re this good at darts I should take you to the range next.”

“Yeah?” You raised a brow, your eyes flicking up and down his face, “golf or guns? Cause I’m terrible at one but you’re gonna have to guess.”

“A little mystery makes things more fun.” He offered up with a grin.

“Funny, I’ve heard the same thing about danger…” You shot him a wink before finally turning away, walking to the board to collect the darts to pass back to him, “your turn pretty boy.”

The game continued, although neither of you were actually keeping score, no one cared about points tonight. Joe took every advantage that he could, hands resting on your hips as he moved around you, brushing the small of your back, lingering in yours each time you exchanged the darts. There was no doubt that he was a big flirt, and an even bigger charmer, and one that very easily snuck his way under your skin. Neither of you even realized how much time had passed until they were doing last call.

“Oh fuck.” You laughed, glancing at your phone, “I’ve gotta be up early, I should really get going.”

“I’ll flag you a cab.” Joe replied, finishing the last of his beer as you did the same, pocketing your phone.

“I’m not far, I was just gonna walk.” You replied.

“Then I’ll walk ya.”

“You sure?” Your brow furrowed and his arm slunk around your waist again.

“Absolutely. It’s late, dark out there. Can’t have you walking around alone, it’s not safe.”

“Alright.” You agreed with a smile, the warmth from his hand on your back surging through your whole body as the two of you exited the bar onto the city streets.

It was warmer than one would have expected for late April, but the breeze still blew through the streets, pulling a little shiver from you and Jose pulled you closer to him, heat radiating from his body to yours. While you were waiting to cross Greystone Ave his arm slipped into yours, fingers interlacing with your own and you let out a happy sigh at the feeling. True to you word, you were only a fifteen minute walk from the bar, slowing your pace as you approached your building.

“This would be me.”

“Nice place? I’ve heard good things about the building.”

“Yeah, semi renovated, decent rent, can’t complain.” Still holding his hand you leant back against the brick wall.

“I look forward to seeing it one day.” He grinned and you laughed, prodding at his chest.

“Smooth talker.”

“Lemme see your phone.” He reluctantly dropped your hand, raising his up and you tugged the device out of your pocket, unlocking it for him, watching as he put his own number in, texting himself so he’d have your number too. “There.” He handed it back to you, “you ever need a walk home, you text me, alright?”

“I will.” You smiled up at him, placing the phone back into your pocket, “thank you. I had a great time tonight.”

“Me too.” He reached out, hand stroking your cheek, “it’s not every night I find someone better at darts than me.”

“Nothing’s wrong with a little competition.” You replied, stifling back a yawn.

“Keeps me humble.” He chuckled, the hand on your cheek tilted your head ever so lightly so he could leave a tender kiss on your cheek. “looks like I’ve tired you out, get upstairs, get some rest.”

“I do think I’ve stayed out past my curfew.” You laughed back, squeezing at his hand softly when it slipped off your face.

“Sweet dreams Chiquita.” He kissed the side of your head, nudging you towards the apartment door.

“Good night Jose.”

With a soft smile and heat on your cheeks you finally turned away from him, unlocking the apartment door and heading inside. He waited until you were stepping into the elevator, disappearing from his view before he made his own leave, pulling out the half done cigarette from earlier to smoke on his way home.

If there was one thing that he was certain about, it was that he had been meant to meet you that night, that he was determined to not let you end up being one that got away. You were a force to be reckoned with, he could tell that under that somewhat shy demeanour there was fire, passion, someone who could keep up with him but also be the one to bring him back down to earth when he needed it.

Upstairs in your apartment, you started to get undressed and when you pulled your shirt over your head you were hit with another strong whiff of Joe’s cologne. Letting out a small sigh you breathed it in before tossing the shirt to the laundry pile and pulling on pyjamas so you could crawl into bed. Something in your gut had told you to stop on the way home tonight, to turn left instead of right and you were starting to think that it wasn’t the need for a drink, but the fate of crossing paths with Jose. That he was the person your life needed, especially right now, and the world was doing you a favour by dropping him right into your lap.

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