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The Devil Wears Valentino | MYG

Title: The Devil Wears Valentino

Pairing: Devil!Min Yoongi x (F)!Reader

Rating//Genre: (M) | One Shot, Spooky AU, Supernatural Creatures AU, Not Quite Friends to Lovers, Age Gap, Technically Slice of Life, Angst, Smut and Fluff

Summary: Having known him for years—from a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on his—you’re one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one he’s half-way decent with. But what’s more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact he’s always joked he’d have killed anyone else by this point, is that he’s never once tried to cause you harm.

Actually, he’s almost…protective of you. In his own weird way.

And obnoxiously flirty.

Warnings: language, violence, tae is a menance, drinking and alcohol, Min Yoongi as the Devil -> Lucifer Morningstar? we dont know him, mentions of murder, mentions of torture, mentions of rape -> Sal's an ass and he deserved what he got, somewhat graphic gore/horror (yoon tries her best but she's not very good at spooky), slight POV switches, one (1) mention of reader having hair, fluffy in parts,

Explicit warnings under the cut.

Word Count: 10,488

Release Date: October 31, 2023, 12:00PM

A/N 1: Ahhhh! Welcome to my very first halloween special!!! I wanted to do something for my favourite holiday this year, and I've had this title written down without a plot for maybe just over a year? So I'm really excited to finally use it!!

A/N 1.5: Thank you to my absolute darling @katykatmeow for beta'ing this for me so late in the night. I adore you so much

A/N 2: The whiskey glass and whiskey are hand drawn vectors because I'm a glutton for punishment. Why do I keep doing this to myself.

Explicit Warnings: ahaha uhhh, unprotected sex (dont be stupid) kissing, breast play, fingering, oral (f rec), groping, pet names (sickening amount), dirty talk, praise, slight degredation, hair pulling (m rec), spitting, handjob, body worship, cowgirl, from the back, missionary, a lil bit of crying, spanking, size kink, voice kink, hand kink (look, he's a lot okay, don't blame reader), sl*t/wh*re mentions, multiple orgasms, creampie, I think thats it? Yoon went a little bananas with this one.....

Slow jazz floats through the air of the club, wading around the modestly-sized venue. You’d say it was almost cozy, but with the expensive feel of the place, cozy just didn’t seem like the right word.

Intimate. That would be a better choice.

From behind the bar where you stand, to the velvet couches in the back covered by decently dressed lesser demons, piano plays alongside gentle drums. Dark navy cushions soak in their conversation of effective torture methods, discussed like stock market trends, they dissect the best way to decapitate someone so you can instill the most pain and suffering.

The answer is always with a dull knife and from the back, blindly. Never knowing when the next cut will be is half the agony.

You try not to pay attention to that though, because the only thing you need to know is that they drink Vodka Tonics and lesser demon number four’s glass is looking to be on the emptier side.

He’ll be back for another soon.

While you wait for his arrival, the rhythmic notes continue on, gliding along shiny, black floor tiles. They pass the burgundy leather booths that face the stage, full of vampires trying to relive long lost youth in the old melodies played. They turn to stone just a little bit more with every passing minute they’re forced to live, keeping no company besides the pleasant burn down their throats and ever present melancholy.

Banshees listen in from the mezzanine, only ever soft spoken when they’re here. Covered by velvet draped ceilings that dampen sounds to the outside world, the women of three distinct ages sit at tall tables. The young in heels and short dresses, proudly showing off their youth, while the elders choose more elegant wares, content as they can be in their skin, considering their blood soaked pasts.

Banshees tend to discuss privately amongst themselves, ordering walk up service so as to never mingle with the men on the floor. You can’t blame them, especially knowing how they all got here in the first place, but they’re polite when they enter, greeting you kindly despite what you are to them. The trays you bring up for them never waver from their drink of choice, The Irish Sour.

And then there are the Djinn, who come in mostly just to pass the time. Sitting by themselves at the bar, or in no more than groups of two at a far table, they never interact with anyone other than the bartender or themselves. Djinn are increasingly solitary creatures of the night, with the fear of their kind lessening in mortals, you’re starting to see less and less of them as the days pass, and you’re almost sad to see them go.

Djinn are your favourites. They come in, order, keep to themselves, and then leave. It’s a nice change from the usual light conversation you’re forced to keep with patrons. Plus their orders are always easiest, as they only drink virgin. It’s a bit of a blow to the bar aspect of the establishment, but they come for the atmosphere, grateful to have a place they can exist with like minded folk—even if they don’t interact. There’s a comfort in familiarity, you guess.

Occasionally some other creatures of the night mix into the masses; fae, chimera, leprechauns, goblins, et cetera. All dressed in their nicest clothes to accommodate your work's dress code, all here for peace from their day jobs, to drown their sorrows, or somewhere in between.

Some come for an hour, others come for the night, but it’s mostly just your regulars who tend to remain, as do their drink orders. It’s a relatively easy job, and you don’t mind the company.

Most of the time.

You’ve just finished serving the lesser demon from earlier when your coworker bugs you for the hundredth time tonight.

“I don’t get why you're so hellbent on this, Y/N. If you’re closing, he’s coming. Because he always comes when you're closing. It’s simple math.”

“No he doesn't,” you dismiss Taehyung, a cocky but rather beautiful incubi, annoyedly. Taehyung is the type that knows he’s pretty and uses it to his every advantage, including being able to say whatever he wants and get away with it. And it would piss you off except it works on you too.

Fucking incubi demons…

You were one of only two mortal bartenders, the other being Lia, a cute blond who only works here for the tips. The boss likes to keep a couple humans on staff in case any wanderers stupid enough to come inside a den of nocturnal, evil creatures didn’t catch the vibe and immediately fuck off.

You’d be surprised at how shitty some people's self preservation instincts are.

You asked your boss once—a very large, very well built, very well connected vampire—why he bothered having a layer of protection for them. His only response was: “Business is business.”

Plus he knows he can’t have a trail of bodies that lead directly to his club's front steps, so he keeps a couple of mortals around just in case. This way, with you two here, there was always someone who knew all the drinks the humans could have, and someone to keep all the greedy eyes around the venue in check, as you have banning and kicking out privileges.

Because where you saw Kin, your regulars saw food, a hunt, or a job. They saw something to be taken advantage of or killed. They saw poor, weak, pathetic little mortals that should’ve been eradicated centuries ago had their ancestors been smarter.

They are the superior beings in their eyes, your race is just a bug to be squashed under their proverbial boot.

It makes you worry what they think of you. Is the only thing that stops them from devouring you whole the fact that you make their drinks just the way they like it, that you have a use in serving them? Or do they respect you enough now that you understand how to act around them and know what they’re like? What they are.

You worry, but you’ll never know the truth because you aren’t stupid enough to ask and show weakness. They can smell that shit from a mile away, and all it does is paint a 30 foot wide target on your back.

“Yes he does. I bet you tonight's tips he’ll be here in the next two hours,” Taehyung presses.

And ooohh, a night’s worth of tips, bragging rights, and winning a bet against Tae all sound way too good damn to pass up.

“You’re delusional,” you say, holding out a hand. Tae grabs and shakes, as you agree to his terms. “And you’re on, don’t come crying when you lose.”

There’s no way he’ll show up. It’s Friday night, the night of sin, he’s going to be up to his eyeballs with work…stuff.

“Easiest money I’ve ever made,” Taehyung grins, and with the confidence in which he does, you begin to second guess your own.

It’s not that you did or didn’t want him to show up, it’s just that your relationship with him is…complicated at best. You never really knew how to navigate a conversation with him outside of surface level banter and jokes, but it’s always been like that with you two.

Having known him for years—from a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on his—you’re one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one he’s half-way decent with. But what’s more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact he’s always joked he’d have killed anyone else by this point, is that he’s never once tried to cause you harm.

Actually, he’s almost…protective of you. In his own weird way.

And obnoxiously flirty.

But you could never. Not with who and what you are, and who and what he is.

Regardless of how you fight the heat down in your cheeks every time you see him, and how your heart flutters against your will in multiple places in your body at even the thought of being near him.

Regardless of the fact that you shut him down every time he suggests anything more than an over the bar conversation, and the way your panties seem to always dampen in his presenc–fuck.

It’s happening again. Stop thinking about it, stop, stop st–wait. You turn, seeing the violet ichor in Tae’s eyes and you know the bitch is using his power on you. You flip the asshole off and he chuckles.

He’s been trying to get you to change your mind ever since the first time he saw you deny yourself.

“You know I can tell when you’re hot and bothered right? Incubus, remember? It’s literally part of who I am.”

To which you think again, fucking incubi…

Your most infamous regular is, to quote your favourite tv show, ‘the bane of your existence and the object of all your desires,’ and you will never, ever entertain his annoying, disgustingly hot ass more than you already do. Not after everything you went through the first—and last—time with a creature of the night.

You learned your lesson.

So instead, you try to think of him more like an old friend. The kind that’s actually really old already, but looks amazing for his age. The kind that makes shivers run up your spine when he talks to you in the deepest, most gravel turning voice you’ve ever heard, that you also ignore out of pure self preservation. He’s the kind that you shove out of your thoughts at night when your alone and in desperate need of relie—Fucking Taehyung!

You whip your head around to search for the violet eyed incubus, only to see him across the bar helping some stocky vampire. And you’re about a hair's breadth away from ripping him a new one in front of said vampire when the idle hum of chatter in the bar ceases and the band’s calming music falters into missed notes and a cymbal crash that's too hard; awkward, painful silence remaining.

From behind you, you can hear the front door close, followed by light footsteps that grow louder and louder. Only once the seat directly behind you creaks with the sound of being occupied, does the chatter and music resume.

Which can only mean one fucking thing.

You just lost all your tips for the night.

Tae’s shit eating grin as he looks over your shoulder confirms it.

Fuck.

“Excuse me,” the bottom of the ocean floor speaks and you make a conscious effort not to react.

“Ardbeg Single Malt, neat?” You throw over your shoulder, not bothering to look just yet.

You know precisely where he sits. And he knows you know.

“Sounds perfect,” he responds, and you focus on ‘looking for the bottle.’

You know exactly where it is.

No one else will touch it.

Taehyung busies himself with bringing an order of Bloody Mary’s down to a booth on the floor, knowing he’ll be burned alive if he so much as looks at a whiskey glass.

No one serves him but you.

But more importantly, nobody disrespects you in front of him. A lesson your ex–see: dead–coworker, Sal, learned the hard way. His burn mark is still seared onto the floor behind you.

You’d almost felt bad that day, but he was a lust demon who touched you without your permission, hit on you every five minutes, and when you said no, treated you like shit.

You’d been close to dousing him with vodka and lighting him up yourself, but the man tapping his fingers on the bar behind you beat you to it 15 seconds after sitting down one night last year.

After shoving Sal off you for the fourth time that night, he was pissed. Whispering obscenities to himself loud enough so you would hear,

“Fucking stupid mortal bitch, maybe next time I’ll just drag you into an alley do whatever the fuck I want. Nobody here’s going to stop me. And maybe then you’ll learn to shut up with this dick in your cunt and my fingers down your throat, huh? Leave you to rot with the garbage where you belong after you’re all used up.”

He didn’t take another breath.

A single burst of blistering flame had Sal reduced to ashes in seconds. You’d felt the heat from it, but your skin remained burn free, safe from its dangerous blaze. The lust demon from then on only existed as a smudge on the ground to be walked over.

“Thanks,” You’d said.

“It’s where he belongs,” he responded.

Grateful for his kindness, you entertained him more than usual that night. Engaged in an actual conversation, about your birthday of all things. You had no idea why he wanted to know, but you considered the information his reward for helping you, and he seemed pleased with it.

But he was more than pleased.

After years, you’d revealed something to him. Something personal.

He took it as a sign that he might be able to get you to change your mind one day, if he did everything just right. Having played the long game before, this was no different. The only thing different this time, was you.

Maybe it was the way you walked with such confidence, or the way you never cowered in fear around him. Not the day you met nor any day after. Or maybe you were sent by his father just to mess with his head. He didn’t care. All he knew was what he wanted, and that he was more than willing to wait as long as was needed to get it.

A nursery rhyme from your childhood plays in your head every time you see him. It never wavers, just like the eyes you can feel on the back of your neck, watching your experienced hands make his drink.

Quietly, you recite it to yourself while you grab the bottle;

‘One for sorrow,

Two for joy,

Three for a girl,

Four for a boy,

Five for silver,

Six for gold,

Seven for a secret never to be told.’

You pour, steady hand making it last as long as you possibly can to gain a few more seconds to compose yourself.

‘Eight for a wish,

Nine for a kiss,

Ten a surprise you should be careful not to miss,

Eleven for health,

Twelve for wealth,’

You put the bottle down and cork it before returning it to its place on the shelf. Taking a deep breath, you turn to finally face him, and change the wording of the last line to fit your situation better.

“One Ardbeg Single Malt neat, for the Devil himself.”

He snickers, “I always liked that nursery rhyme. It’s cute. Like you, Angel.”

You roll your eyes. To anyone else that would sound like a compliment. But coming from the Devil it’s more of an insult. One you know is meant in a playful way after all these years, crass in his humour, just like you. And you know he can take a little heat back.

“Wow, that’s a classic,” you grab a glass to polish, keeping your hands busy so they don’t do something stupid while you’re distracted. “Got one of those for you too, ‘Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?’”

He chokes on a laugh before straightening on the barstool and putting on a face. “I don’t think that joke’s appropriate.”

“Oh come on Yoongi, you come at me with ‘It’s cute, like you, Angel’ and I can’t poke back?” You ask, knowing full well his uncomfortable look is all an act. “I thought you didn’t have any feelings besides rage, lust and currently; insufferable flirting.”

You know the entire club listens in to your conversation.

No one calls the Devil by his first name.

Nobody speaks to the Devil unless spoken to.

And no one makes jokes at the Devil’s expense and lives.

No one except you.

What a funny little exception you are.

Yoongi drops the act, a sly smirk that sends bubbles to your brain, replacing it. “So you admit my flirting isn’t always bad. Must be doing something right then.”

You force yourself not to slam a palm into your forehead. Of course that’s what he got out of your sentence.

You aren’t going to make his ego any bigger than it already is.

“It isn’t working,”—fuck, yes it is—“if that’s what you’re asking. Can’t say I’m surprised though, I hear you’ve been out of the game for a couple millenia,” he quirks a brow at that.

Ooo, that means you’re nearing thin ice, haven't been there in a while…Let’s see if you can slide around a bit more without falling in.

“I mean, I’m sure you’ll get there eventually. If you stay consistent at your current rate of progress you could hit me up in,” you suck air in through your teeth and look at the ceiling, before checking a watch you don’t wear, pretending to think, “a thousand years?” You tease, a lilt in your tone. Because if Yoongi was going to make your shift this fucking difficult just by breathing near you, then you sure as Hell can do the same for his night.

He chuckles like the coals of a fire and you cross your legs behind the bar. Motherfucker…

“Someones got a mouth on them tonight,” he says, looking directly into your eyes as he takes his first sip, savouring the taste before swallowing. His tongue dips to his bottom lip for any remnants and you gulp, vision dropping for a millisecond—oh for the love of—and you finally notice what he’s wearing.

Much to your dismay and dwindling willpower, he looks fucking good. With only a white scarf to accent, the all black Valentino suit fits in perfectly with the bar’s dress code, as well as the long slicked back hair he’s only recently started to grow out. Just seeing it like this makes you want to run your hands through and mess it up.

You’ve always had a thing for men with long hair, ever since you were young.

Jack Sparrow, Madmartigan, even The Winter Soldier. And come to think of it, none of them were exactly the good guys in their respective universes either…

Nope! No. You can’t. You can’t.

You can’t for so many reasons, so many good and bad and everything in between reasons. You’re nothing more than a flimsy human while he’s the Great Immortal Evil. The person people whisper the name of for fear of incurring his wrath.

The King of Hell.

He’s the person that walks into a room and everyone balks under his gaze, terrified of what he may do. He’s killed millions with no mercy. Doesn’t so much as think twice to horrifically burn someone where they stand to ash in hellfire for breathing the wrong way near him. He lavishes in the screams of sinners, punished in their own blood and bones, beaten into a shell of who they were in the nine circles of Hell. Left gaping, broken and sobbing in agony for their suffering to end.

Yoongi is walking nightmares and visceral terror. He is merciless violence and brutality abandon.

Yoongi is living, breathing, unyielding death wrapped up in deceivingly beautiful packaging.

He is the epitome of someone you should not like, should not go near, and definitely should not want in the way the thrumming in your bones is telling you, you want him.

You have to stay away from him.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t flirt back a little.

As salaciously as you can muster, you whisper low, “But it’s nothing you can’t handle,” and you swear you see a hint of surprise in Yoongi’s eyes, followed by something so much deeper that you have to look away under the guise of checking for any newcomers.

It’s a dangerous game you’re playing. One you need to move the pieces of very, very carefully.

There’s a handful of people waiting to be served, but none disturb Yoongi’s service. So you’re forced and relieved to cut the interaction short. For both the waiting patrons, and your sanity.

“Enjoy the whiskey, Yoongi.”

Yoongi doesn’t bother you for the rest of the night, instead he watches you help the other patrons and make drinks. No one dares sit within three seats of him on either side, so the booths and tables fill more than the bar does, forcing you to do more tray work than you like. And you think you can feel those eyes on the back of your neck travel elsewhere.

Soon after he takes his last sip, Yoongi leaves far too much cash on the table to cover a single drink, and you know Tae won’t include it in tonight's bet. He rather enjoys being alive.

The first time he did this you tried to give it back, insisting it was too much. But one threat to Tae’s life had you accepting the outrageous amount he left you every time. Despite how much he gets on your nerves, you rather enjoy Taehyung's company on your shifts. And you didn’t want to risk having a new coworker like Sal again.

Thank you, Yoongi. You silently think to yourself every time he does. His tips are one of the only reasons you’re able to take care of yourself so well.

You live in an apartment you should not be able to afford on a bartender's wage. Eat well, buy all the brand name products for the skin care routine you could only dream of having as a teenager, and you’re able to get yourself a little treat every once in a while.

All thanks to the one man the world claimed was the purest entity of evil there was.

And maybe he is.

But not to you.

The rest of your night, and closing go smoothly. The journey home passes by in a flash and soon you’re flopping into your bed, asleep before you hit the pillow.

You dream of Yoongi and Hellfire and things only your subconscious will let you. The thoughts that you force away every time you see him.

The burn of his hands on your skin and his lips on your neck. The warmth that spreads over your entire body at the mere mention of your name from his lips. His tongue in places you wouldn’t dare allow him to even think about in the waking world.

And you wake from an orgasm he wasn't in the waking world to give you.

It’s the last Saturday in October, which means it’s also your birthday.

You found it rather funny that the one person the Devil could stand to conversate with was born on his night. Maybe that’s coincidence or maybe that’s fate, either way you didn’t care, because you had it booked off work and you were going to a bar and dancing with your friends, dressed up in the sluttiest costumes you could find.

Your recent visit with your birthday's namesake inspired your costume this year. Wearing the shortest, blood red leather dress you could find, the slits up the sides ran almost to your hips, and a corseted waist that made you feel sexy and fierce. You’d paired it with some velvet horns, a tail, pitchfork, crimson lace stockings and your most recent edition; red bottomed strappy stilettos.

They’d been your birthday present to yourself, courtesy of Yoongi’s most recent tip. And needless to say, you felt hot as shit. No one could tear you down tonight.

All your friends met at your house before ridesharing down to a club. It’s loud, hazy, and filled with other Devil’s Night party goers as you arrive, smoke lingering in the air and you can feel the wave of dancing coming from further inside.

Someone buys you your first round within a minute of being let in, lemon drop filling your taste buds as you knock back the shot. Another is ordered immediately after the first, it runs smoother and tastes like chocolate as you make your way to the dance floor.

Aside from you, your friends are dressed up as a wild mix of characters. Rey is dressed as Daphne from Scooby Doo, Yaejin is Nezuko from Demon Slayer, Bryce is a gender bent Legolas from Lord of the Rings, Declan is Donatello from the Ninja Turtles, Cam is a ghost, and Trin is a character from a book you’ve never read. Something about dragons and magic and vermin—or was it venin? Whatever. But they were in all black and had used silver hair spray on the tips of their hair.

You let the alcohol make its way through your veins as you dance, loosening up. The DJ mixes songs together in a way that never has the crowd thinning out and you laugh as you move with your friends, swaying and rocking and grinding.

You needed this.

A night out just to let go, have fun, forget everything and hopefully get lucky by the end of it. It’s been a while since you’ve taken anyone to bed, and birthday sex sounds amazing the more the lemon drop, and what you finally learned was a tootsie roll shot, settle into your system.

You aren’t drunk by any means, but you are buzzed and having a blast. An orgasm sounds like the only thing that could possibly make this night any better. So you make your way around the dance floor, keeping one eye open for any potentials, but mostly just dancing with Rey and Cam. The others either grabbing another drink back at the bar or resting their legs in a booth.

“Babe,” Rey says, hands around your neck with Cam behind you, hands on your hips. You all sway to the beat of the admittedly sensual song playing.

“Yeah?” You ask, opening your eyes to meet hers and she leans in closer.

You can hear the smile on her lips, “Major tall, dark and handsome at 9 o'clock has been eyeing you for at least a half hour. I say you ditch me and Cam and go enthrall the man with your company for a little while. We’ll be fine on our own.”

Heating at her words you’re excited to see who’s gone and done half your job for you tonight when your eyes stop dead on target.

In a private booth in the VIP section, blending in far too well with the mortals around him, he wears a button down black satin top and dress pants. Thick silver links adorn his neck, complimenting the hoops in his lobes as well as the mouth watering rings on his fingers and you’re quite sure the bottoms of his black leather shoes match the red of your own.

Yoongi.

God he looks good. Unfairly so. And he carries that knowledge with him in his movement. His confidence never wavering like a mortal’s would.

Aside from two twisting black horns you’ve never seen before protruding from his deliciously tousled hair—hair you still want to pull on until he’s making sounds no ones ever heard come out of his mouth before, now moreso than ever—Yoongi is a darker version of yourself.

Except for him, it isn’t a costume, it’s real, real, real.

And he looks like sin incarnate.

Fitting.

Fuck, you’re so screwed. What were all those reasons it could never work again? The ones that explain why you shouldn’t take the Devil home and let him fuck you into next Sunday?

Suddenly, you can’t remember any of them. Not when Yoongi’s eyes never leave your red-clad form as he sips on what you know to be subpar whiskey. Your core melts into lava at the way he looks up and down, taking all of you in like you’re the one thing on this planet he needs to survive, and he’ll stop at nothing and spare absolutely no one until he gets you.

Rey gives Cam a look and their hands drop, allowing you to almost float over to where Yoongi lounges, maneuvering between bodies undulating to music that’s being deafened by the heartbeat in your ears.

When you reach him, you leave a somewhat respectable distance between you two, a step down from the dias the booth sits on.

Seeing him so much clearer now, you almost whine. How does he look even better up close? You want to sit on his lap, his face, have him bend you over the table then flip you over and feast like a man starved.

Fuck! No, you can’t. And you also can’t blame Tae for those thoughts either, he isn’t here.

They were all you.

Maybe his plan was working after all…

“What are you doing here?” You manage, grateful that you hadn’t had more to drink, but even more grateful for the ones you did. You needed a little liquid courage right now, even if it turned your thoughts into gutter sewage.

What he doesn’t know can’t hurt you…right? You just have to keep a lid on it. The one that’s loosening the more you look at him.

“It’s your birthday,” he says, producing a small black box wrapped with a bow. “I have a gift.”

He…he got you a present? He’s never done that before. But then again, before last year, he never knew when it was.

“You remem—I—you didn’t have to get me anything,” you stutter ungracefully, mouth trying to keep up with your racing thoughts. “I already got these shoes with the tip you left me last time,” you say, extending your leg to show off your newest purchase. The action reveals more leg than you meant it too and he catches the garter you have pulled around your thigh.

A fire ignites in his eyes at the sight, and you can feel their sparks everywhere he looks. Starting at your toes and moving all the way up back to your pretty irises.

“I’m flattered by the way,” he says. “In your costume choice.”

Huh? You look down and heat rises to your cheeks in a way it never has before. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Here you stand, before the actual Devil—horns out in all their glory—dressed as him on his namesake night.

Of course this would happen to you, of course it would. This is what you get for fucking around. You found out. And you don’t know whether to be mortified, beg for forgiveness, or laugh yourself hoarse.

Going with none of the above, you choose to play it off instead, the way you always do when he manages to fluster you. “Consider me inspired by how recently I last saw you,” you say, taking the single step up the dias and twirling for him.

You show every angle of your costume you can, letting the booze in your system do its job of making you more confident than you currently are.

“What do you think?”

Yoongi stands, taking the two strides needed to be face to face with you, his voice is quiet and even, so only you can hear.

“May I touch?”

You don’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

Yoongi reaches behind you and pulls the fake tail from the back of your dress, then the pitchfork from your grasp and throws them into the booth, not caring where they land.

“Mmm,” he hums, placing his hands on your hips and spinning you once more. Lightning strikes every single nerve ending where his fingertips meet your body.

This time when he speaks, his voice is touched with the bit of demon that’s inside of him, dragging its claws along the floor of the 9th circle of Hell as he growls, “You’re perfect.”

Your heart does backflips and cartwheels and nose dives all at once. You’ve never heard him sound like that before, and if your panties weren’t wet before, they definitely are now.

Tugging gently, he guides you to the booth, sitting first before dragging you over his lap, knees meeting his hips. One of his hands rests on your thigh while the other reaches for something you can’t be bothered to figure out because oh my god, oh my god, you’re straddling him. Your straddling the Devil, dressed as the devil and probably already looking semi-fucked out while you do. This is probably a bad idea—no. This is definitely a bad idea. But you also have absolutely zero plans to stop literally anything that’s happening.

The gift box makes a reappearance, and he hands it over to you.

“Thank you,” you say automatically, trying and failing to ignore the fact that both of his hands now rest on your thighs. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…..

Undoing the little black bow, you open it, revealing a delicately simple necklace. Its light weight chain holding a small pink stone pendant.

Beautiful.

“Pink Tourmaline,” Yoongi says.

“My birthstone,” you reply.

“Your birthstone.”

You stare at the little crystal, cut and polished to perfection. Not a single flaw.

“Yoongi I—I don’t know what to say. It’s incredible…Thank you,” you take it out of the box, profoundly grateful you decided not to wear a necklace tonight. “Could you help me put it on?”

“Of course, Angel,” he agrees. But this time when he says your nickname, it’s different. Like an unholy vow made only to you.

Makes you wonder what he promised.

Regretfully removing yourself from his lap, you turn around, only to be dragged back down by strong fingers.

Your ass is now flush against his dick, and it’s taking everything in you not to tease. Whether you’d be teasing him or yourself, you don't know, nor do you care. All you know is that friction can be a good thing if you want it to be. And you're starting to want it to be.

Lifting your hair for him, Yoongi fastens the necklace around your column, and to your complete and utter doom, places a gentle kiss at your nape. The simple contact makes you quietly moan, and you feel a twitch under you.

Ohhh, this is bad, this is so bad. But you can’t bring yourself to stop him. Not when his hands roam up and down your back, your sides, your hips. Exploring, feeling, learning. You dissolve into the touch, welcoming every whisper of pleasure they bring.

What is he doing to you?

“Angel,” Yoongi purrs in your ear.

“Mmm?”

“Would you like to dance?”

Fuck would you ever, but wait—

“Are you asking me if I’d like to Dance with the Devil?” you muse.

Yoongi chuckles lowly, understanding the meaning behind your ask.

“Is that something you’d be interested in?”

“Yes.”

You feel more than hear the dark rumble coming from his chest before he gently taps on your thigh. And you get up quickly.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, and fuck could you ever get used to him saying that to you.

Fingers laced in his, he lets you guide him to the dance floor.

Both of you ignore what the DJ plays, instead moving to the rhythm you feel like. Slow, sensual, a hand on his neck while you grind into him. Fast and heated, bodies touching any and every place you can get contact. You’re putting on quite the show for anyone brave enough to watch. And you know at least a handful of the eyes you feel on you are your friends’.

They don’t know about Yoongi.

They don’t know about the nature of the clientele at your job either, like every other human. They don’t know you're dancing with the most dangerous and volatile man in the room. And it’s better that way, because if they did, your ass would’ve been hauled out of the club and in a rideshare the second anyone saw him.

You’ve never been more thankful for the figurative wall between worlds. And the fact that you stand on both sides.

You brush up against his hardening dick and fuck, that’s it.

You’ve decided.

To hell with your reasons. To hell with the constant flirting and overuse of will power.

To hell with letting your anxieties and your moral compass and your conscience get in the way of the one thing you’ve been denying yourself for years.

You spin in Yoongi’s hold, looking straight into the darkened eyes of the most forbidden man you could ever want for yourself, only to see pure desire staring right back. It’s all you need before you’re crashing your lips to his, taking anything and everything you can get before one of you comes to your senses and pulls back.

But his grip on you tightens like a vice, pulling you closer, bodies flush amidst the dancing crowd. He’s magnetic in his want, lifting a hand to the back of your neck and tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue.

You let him in without hesitation and he nearly swallows you whole with how he invades your mouth, claiming it for himself. It makes you moan and he lets up, if only to let you breathe for a moment, and you take this reprieve to whisper in his ear, finally giving in to what you crave more than anything.

“Let’s go to yours.”

“We should go to yours, Angel, mine’s a bit harder to get to.”

Because his is on another plane of existence. Not exactly a taxi ride away. At least not one you can get at the curb of the club.

“Riiight.” A small dose of water washes over the fire in your core, and it’s like he can sense it because immediately, he’s pulling you back in. Nothing but teeth and lips and tongue, animalistic in the passion you’re displaying for everyone to see, the flames increasing tenfold.

Fuck, you don’t want to wait.

And apparently neither does Yoongi.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

“Yes, but what does tha–”

“Close your eyes for me, Love.”

Any and all arguments fade on your tongue at the new pet name. So much warmer than Angel, so much more affectionate.

So you close your eyes for him, no questions asked. Because you trust him. You trust the Devil.

You trust Yoongi.

“That's a good girl.”

One hand goes to the back of your neck, the other your lower back as he kisses you gently. So gently you think it means something more, but the sounds of the club are fading away, and he’s leaning you down like he’s going to dip you before your back meets something soft.

Are you closer to a booth than you thought? Is he really going to take you here in front of all those people?

But when you open your eyes and your bedroom at your apartment fills your vision, you stiffen immediately.

What?

“I—but we were just—and now we’re he—and you—,” you stutter, amazed and unable to get the thoughts out fast enough before another takes its place. You manage a, “How?” and he catches on.

Not halting his actions, “Consider it a job perk,” he explains, nipping at your neck. You let out a groan as he continues his way down your column towards your chest and you relax into his touch.

“Teleportation, in simple terms, but it’s a bit more complicated than that.”

Despite his mouth on your skin, you somehow find the clearness of mind to ask, “Did anyone see?” Thinking about your friends and the potential hundreds of onlookers.

Yoongi’s hands rest at top of the zipper that goes the entire length of your dress, allowing for both easy putting on and quick removal. Fingers tug gently on the slider, eyes meeting yours for consent. You nod, and he answers your question as he drags it down your body torturously slow, savouring every moment he’s worked so hard to get.

He’s going to earn this privilege you’ve given him, if it's the last thing he does.

“No. And your friends won’t worry either.”

You don’t care how he knows that, not when he’s pulling off hot leather and devouring your curves with coal burning pupils. The cool air of your room causes goosebumps to rise everywhere, and your arms fly to your head, covering your eyes as you’re reminded you’d forgone a bra tonight.

There was no room for one without it squishing your tits too much and ruining the look. So with your dress gone, Yoongi has a front row seat to your nearly nude form, a blood red lace thong the only thing keeping you semi-decent.

Years of pining and denial have led up to this moment and Yoongi almost doesn’t know where to start now that he finally has you exactly where he wants you. That feeling doesn’t last long though.

Wasting no more time, he takes a breast into his palm, squeezing and massaging while he lowers himself to the other, lapping the nipple of the one neglected. His tongue swirls over the pert bud, sucking it into his mouth fully and you arch into his touch, reveling in the warmth he spreads across your chest. Hands reaching for the sheets above your head for something to ground you.

“Shit,” you can already feel your pulse in your ears, thundering behind your sternum, and booming lower. He’s barely touched you and you’re already so gone.

He switches his hand and mouth, soothing the other breast with the sinful muscle he’s teased you with after all these years drinking whiskey. And by god if you don’t immediately think what it could do in other places. He’s had thousands of years to practice and the gush you feel in your panties lets you know exactly how you feel about the idea.

Using his free hand, Yoongi traces down your back, rounding your ass and squeezing hard enough to make you hiss in pleasure before settling on the back of your thigh.

You can barely stand having his hands so close to your molten heat without having any contact, and it leaves you begging, “Please…Please…”

You feel the curve of his lip quirk as teeth gently scrape the sensitive bud, gasping when he pulls off.

“Please what, Love?”

“More,” you pant. “Please. Anything. Everything. Please just touch me.”

“Mmm,” he’s back at your neck, inhaling your scent, one hand still on your thigh while the other holds him up by your ear. “Pretty Girl has manners after all, huh?”

“Oh fuck you.” you bristle, but it seems to be the reaction he’s looking for. A deeper, sluttier part of you awakening at the words you want to prove both wrong and right.

“There she is.”

Diving back into your neck, Yoongi trails wet, open mouthed kisses down, down, down. And even though you’ve never been so wet, so in the moment, and so unbelievably turned on before, the human part of you wins for a second, as you try to close your legs.

They’re pulled back open in an instant, his eyes never wavering from yours as he says, “Don’t you dare get shy on me now,” a kiss to your inner thigh. And then the other as he kneels before you.

Yoongi places each foot on either of his shoulders and you’re surprised he’s kept on your garter, stockings and red bottoms, their heels digging into his flesh. You wonder if that hurts at all, but by the way his eyes flutter and almost roll into the back of his head at the pressure they place on his frame, you think he actually likes their sting.

“You’re the most exquisite creature I have ever seen. Absolutely no part of you could ever be undesirable to me.”

His earnest tone makes you believe him, convinces you, and you’re once again pliant in his hold, opening up for him.

“Look at me,” he says, and you do. You stare directly at the Devil between your thighs. The King knelt before your lowly mortal form. “You are the most powerful person in this room, understand?”

You nod, but that’s not good enough for him.

“I need to hear it.”

“I understand.”

“Understand what?” He pushes.

“I’m the most powerful person in this room,” and it feels bold to say in front of him. But watching the way Yoongi’s expression fills with pride makes it also feel good. He wants you to feel like you’re the one in charge.

“Remember that,” he says, before ripping your underwear off and throwing them on the floor, feasting his now wholly black eyes on the sight of your dripping pussy.

The more he loses himself in you, the more of his true form reveals itself.

“Fuuuckk,” he whispers more to himself than anything. “So wet…”

Your core is tormented and throbbing at the back and forth between the cold night air and Yoongi’s hot breath and you whine, “I just bought those!”

He spares you one completely unsympathetic look.

“Don’t care. I’ll buy you more,” a deliciously ringed finger slides along your drenched folds and you’re gasping. “I’ll buy you the entire fucking store if it means I get to see you like this.”

Your voice is airy as you give in, any and all outrage gone. “Oka—ohhh!”

His mouth is on your cunt before you can breathe in the oxygen you so desperately need. He’s not holding back and your movements are not your own as you squirm. An arm rounds your pelvis holds you down, keeping you there as he devours you whole and shows you no mercy.

“Fuck, fuck, oh my god Yoongi,” you cry out, having never felt anything like this before. His tongue circles your clit as he sucks, then glides down, penetrating your opening with thrusts that make you lightheaded.

Your hands fly to his locks, pulling and pushing him down further until you're pretty sure you’re drowning him in you. Your fingertips graze his horns and it’s just a reminder that this man is definitely not human. Definitely not someone you should be letting suck your soul out through your pussy. And that makes this whole situation that much hotter.

If he minds where you touch, he doesn’t say anything about it, only groaning as he repeats his motions to get you near your peak, again and again and again until you're quaking against your will and your body is vibrating with every throb from your core.

Every single nerve ending you have is awake and being put to good use, he’s making sure of it. The dam that holds your release is starting to crumble and you don’t know how much longer you can last like this before you’re screaming bloody murder under his grip.

“Yoon…Yoongi—fuck,” you stutter, staggered breaths from your trembling chest loose as you try to verbalize, “C-close. S-so close.”

He hums, and teases a finger around your entrance, circling a few times before pressing in and up to your g-spot. The simple action undoes you and you're coming with a force you can’t even begin to describe. The waves crash down, over and over and you're moaning and cursing his name at the same time, knowing it’s going to be the only one you’ll think of in this situation from now until forever.

He guides you through the last shockwaves as you come down, and when you’re too sensitive for him to continue, you drag him up to your lips, tasting his efforts on your tongue.

“Need you now,” you rush out between kisses.

“Not yet, Love,” he says, pulling back just enough to reach a hand between the two of you.

He slips two fingers inside and swallows the resulting moan from your lips as he goes so deep enough you can feel his rings proding your opening.

“Gotta stretch you out for me first.”

Your hands are back in his hair, nails scratching the nape of his neck as he begins to scissor you open expertly. He growls into your neck at the sensation and that confirms your suspicions of him liking a little pain with his pleasure. So you scratch further down his neck, onto his shoulders and back and you dig a heel into his thigh.

“Fuck, Angel,” fingers stuttering for a second. “Don’t do that unless you want me to come right now.”

“And if I do?”

“Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because the first time I come, it’ll be with you around my cock, soaking the sheets with your own.”

Head rolling back, his words going straight to your clit. “Fuck, okay.”

“Now give me another one, Pretty Girl,” he says, picking up speed with his digits. “I know you can, pretty little slut takes my fingers so well.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

You can feel it coming this time, building and building. He uses his thumb to rub over your sensitive nub and it has you unraveling under him, screaming out and almost sobbing at the convulsions your body makes. He takes your mouth with his again, consuming your pleasure in every form he can get.

And once you come down, you’ve had it. If you don’t have him inside you within the next 2 minutes you’re going to lose it.

Ripping at his shirt, you're fumbling with the buttons. “Fuck, take this off, and those,” you say, abandoning his shirt for his belt.

Yoongi chuckles, low and sinful, “Bossy,” but gets up, and begins removing the outfit that got you into this situation in the first place. You take off the remnants of your costume as he spares you no peace of mind, the way you did him, taking off his pants and boxers in one go, freeing his mouth watering bulge from its earthy confines.

“Oh fuck me,” you say at his size. He’s big, girthy and you’ve never wanted someone inside you so badly before.

Yoongi smirks as he crawls over you, but you stop him with a hand. “Wait,” you throw a leg over his hip, and flip the two of you so you’re on top. “Let me do this.”

“Whatever you want, Angel.”

Picking up his cock, it sits heavy in your hand as you give him a couple strokes. He hisses at the contact and it only spurs you on, gathering as much saliva as you can, you open your mouth to spit, rubbing it all over his shaft and head, mixing it with the precum dribbling out of the tip.

“Fuck—”

Your 2 minutes are up. Lifting your ass, you guide yourself onto him.

“Oh my fuck, oh fuck,” you say as you slide down slowly, the stretch still very much there as he bottoms out. “Big—ohh, shit—so big.”

Yoongi’s not faring much better, eyebrows pressed together, but eyes devouring the spot where your bodies meet. His breathing is so laboured you’d think he just ran a marathon.

“So tight, Love...Fuck, look at you.”

The delicious sting subsides and you start to move, slow but purposeful thrusts that have him kissing your cervix every time. Fuck he’s so deep, deeper than anyone else has ever been. And once you get a rhythm going there’s no stopping you. You become a force of nature as you bounce on his cock without abandon, taking this for yourself. You don’t know why, but you feel like you have a point to prove and by god you’re going to make it.

Because if the Devil chose you, you’re going to make damn sure he doesn’t regret it.

“Fuck, fuck you’re doing so good,” he rasps, throwing his head back into the pillows, eyes shut in pure bliss, murmuring. “Feels so good.”

His praise pushes you farther, riding harder, grinding your clit against his pelvis, owning both your pleasures.

You’re the most powerful person here.

You are the one in control despite being on top of arguably the most powerful man on the planet. It makes you feel safe and strong and invincible.

And you want to continue, you really do, but your legs are starting to give, so you let him know.

“Ass up for me then,” he says, and you listen, climbing off of him and wincing at the feeling of him slipping out. He gets behind you, lining himself up again and this time it’s much easier as he sinks in, both of you groaning at the contact.

Yoongi hands go to your hips, gripping and squeezing and molding the globes of your ass as you anchor your cheek to the bedsheets.

“That’s it, Pretty Girl, all the way down for me.”

His first thrust has you seeing stars. You're nothing and everything as he continues, but you need more. You need to not be able to speak. To walk. You need to have every thought fucked out of your head. You need him so deep you’ll feel it for a week afterwards.

“Faster,” you beg. “Harder, please.”

“There are those manners I was looking for,” he says and picks up his pace.

You’re incoherent, saying things you’ve never dared to utter out loud before, making admissions you swore to take to your grave and Yoongi is eating up every single last one of them.

Because this is about you. This is about proving years of your denial’s fruitless. This is about him and how you make him lose every ounce of self control he has when he’s around you and how badly he’s wanted you since the day you met. This is about ruining every other man for you, making sure you know what true pleasure feels like, know how you deserve to be treated, and hearing his name on your lips when you come. When your cunt clenches so hard he has to fight tooth and nail to milk every ounce of bliss from it.

This is about him wanting to hear him make you feel good. Needing to hear him make you feel good.

This is about you.

And he can feel you starting to clamp up again, can feel you getting close. So he wraps an arm around your waist, fingers going straight for your pussy.

You shriek, body consumed by the even strokes he delivers as well as the smooth circles around your most sensitive spot, and he revels in it. This is what he’s been dreaming of, what he’s desired over everything else.

You, underneath him in so much pleasure you’re almost non-verbal.

Perfect in every single way.

“Taking me so well, dirty girl. Love the feeling of my cock splitting you open?” he hears a muffled cry and you nod your head. “Knew you would, knew you could take me.”

He delivers a smack to your ass and he feels you clench, so he soothes the battered area before handing out another, soothing that one out too.

“You’re so good for me, pretty little whore so greedy, sucking me in. Why’d you make me think you didn’t want me all these years, hmm? Was I not good enough for you?”

You bury your face in your sheets. Well that certainly won’t do. So he slows his fingers as he reiterates. “Was I not good enough for you then, Angel? Am I good enough for you now?”

“Yes,” you mutter, barely loud enough to hear.

“What was that?” he slows again to a near burningly slow pace, soaking in the feel of you around his fingers and dick. It feels like a place he once called home.

“Yes!” you bellow. “So good…so good to me…more than enough.”

The praise fuels him, and he picks up the speed of everything, cock pounding you into the mattress, fingers rubbing an achingly mind-blowing pattern on your clit. It pushes you over the edge for the third time tonight, your fluttering cunt around his dick almost has him losing it. Almost has him coming undone with you, but he manages to hold it back.

Not yet.

You're silent in your screams this time, overwhelmed with the feelings, fingers nearly ripping your sheets in half at how hard it hit you. How hard you contract around him.

Oh he’s never going to get sick of this feeling.

Ever.

And instead of guiding you down this time, he removes himself quickly, flips you over on your back and inserts himself once more.

He needs that feeling again. Needs you again. You claimed him for yourself whether you knew it or not all those years ago, he was simply following orders. He was yours the second your eyes met for the first time and he’s never looked back since. No one was ever good enough from that moment on, not a single creature on any plane of existence.

There was only you.

Yoongi’s never felt anything so pure and so sinful and so right as you pulsing around him does. He exists only for this feeling. Only for you. It took a couple thousand years, but at least now he knows.

And so he doesn’t slow down, pushing you through your oversensitivity.

It’s time for him to finally claim you back.

“I can’t,” you beg, “it hurts.”

“Not for long, Pretty Girl” he says in his lowest registar. “You can take it, I know you can. Give me one more, I know you have it in you.”

Yoongi’s noticed his words have almost the same effect on you as his motions, so he uses them to their full potential. And as he can sense your fourth orgasm about to land, you surprise him by whispering directly into his ear and raking your nails down his back as hard as you can.

“Only for you, Yoongi.”

His thrusts stutter.

“Fuck!”

He’s coming.

He’s coming hard. With you, with your name on his lips. It's violent and visceral and vicious and vibrant. It’s beautiful. You’re combined divine deliverance.

It’s the first time he’s said your name.

And it’s something he’s going to keep locked away in his memory for millenia to come as he covers your inner walls in the most sickeningly sweet shade of white.

You’re relentless, milking him over and over and over for all he’s worth, not letting up until your body is ready too, ruthless in your quest for ultimate euphoria and he takes it.

Whatever you want. Whatever you need.

It’s yours.

He’ll make it so.

At whatever cost to him, you'll get it. There isn't a doubt in his mind as you finally come down, body lighter, eyes glazed over, devastating smile on your lips.

He’s the first to move, going to the bathroom and grabbing a warm, wet cloth to clean you up. You’re blissfully spent, unable to get up even if you wanted to, limbs like jelly, still in a brain fogged haze.

You got exactly what you wanted.

He cleans his release from your form, naked save for the pink stone he gave you around your neck. Then tosses the cloth in your hamper and lies back down, covering you both with sheets. You cuddle up to him, tossing a leg around his torso, and lying your head on his chest. Contented.

And he’s silent until he can’t stand it any longer. He has to know.

“What changed?”

“Hmm?”

“What about tonight made you change your mind?”

You take a deep breath through your nose. “I…stopped fighting it. The feeling like we would never work, the feeling that I would never be good enough, that we were too different,” he listens intently as your fingers trace patterns on his chest, explaining. “And I was sick of denying myself. It’s my birthday. Shouldn't I get whatever I want on my birthday?”

That seductive smirk makes an appearance.

“Yes.”

“Plus you looked to damn fine in that outfit. A girl only has so much willpower, you know? It’s easier at work when there’s a bar and my job between us, but there was none of that tonight. Just the shots in my system and my unwavering desire to ride your face.”

Yoongi laughs, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen something as beautiful as his smile before.

“Next time,” he says. A promise.

You fall back into a comfortable silence that has you thinking.

“What about you?” you ask.

“What about me?”

“Why am I the only one you like? The only one you put up with.”

He ponders for a moment, thinking about how to phrase what he wants to say.

“I think about the time we met often. There was something about you that was different that day, and I’ve never been able to pinpoint exactly what, but when I saw you I knew I would never think of you the same way I do everyone else. There was something special about your gaze in mine, your company, your soul.”

“My soul?”

“Mhm.”

“You’ve never asked for mine before.”

“Never needed it.”

At that, you joke, “Is there something you’d sell your soul for?”

“You.”

Before you can say all the nothing in your head at his answer, he takes a deep breath that has you rising and falling with it. Something about what he’s going to say next is going to have heavy importance to him.

You just know it.

“You… made me—make me…want to be better. Do better.”

You’re speechless. Not the kind you were moments before. No, you’re truly and genuinely speechless.

You never expected anything like that.

You knew your presence in his life carried a different weight than others, a different air. It’s why you could speak so casually, insult him, and exist near him without fearing for your life. It was something no one had seen from him in thousands of years.

Kindness. Patience.

The man who’s job it is to run the universes torture capital, punishing those who deserve it without an ounce of mercy for eternity and killing those who looked at him the wrong way. The physical entity of the word evil, wanted to be better.

Because of you.

“I don't know what to say.”

“You don't need to say anything,” he kisses the top of your head, tender. “Having you with me is more than enough.”

You can do that.

“Okay,” you say, craning your neck to kiss him. It’s long, languid, and full of emotions you don't want to acknowledge right now, there’s too many of them to sort through in your post four orgasms brain to be able to process properly.

Tomorrow you can start. Right now you just want to bask in the afterglow of the most amazing birthday you've ever had.

“So this wasn’t a one time thing?” Yoongi clarifies.

“It definitely wasn't a one time thing,” not a chance in Hell.

He was yours now.

The Devil was yours.

King of the Underworld, god among men, catastrophe breathing evil was yours. And it brings the biggest smile to your face.

“Oh thank fuck.”

“Not thank God?” you tease.

Yoongi groans. “Do not bring my father into this.”

A/N 3: As always, thanks for reading, loves. Xoxo, - Yoon <3

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Big Reputation II Jenni Hermoso x Madrid!Reader

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A/N: We hope you like this oneshot because it turned out quite long and we worked on it from time to time. As for the ones who requested fanfics with other players, don't worry, we're working on them, an Arsenal player will come next. ❤️

warnings: brief mentioning of injuries

31 January 2021

FCB Femení vs. Real Madrid Femenino 4 :1

Goal scorers: Putellas (14), Hermoso (23), Oshoala (37, 70), Olga (81 p.)

With an amused smirk on her face Alexia Putellas put an arm around her friend’s shoulder:” Who are you looking at Jenni?” “No one.”, Jenni Hermoso replied, trying to hide the fact that the question of the midfielder caught her off guard as she was looking at a Real Madrid playing from afar. Another fellow teammate Irene Paredes who knew her all too well intervened laughing:” Lies.”

“Just checking out the opponent.”, the black-haired woman brushed it off smiling confidently. Unconvinced Alexia teased her: “Oh sure, miss professional.” “What?!”, Jenni pretended to be shocked. The defender nodded:” You’re checking her out, right Ale?” “Yeah, she is.”, the younger player agreed. “Excuse me, chicas?”, the striker acted outraged. Seeing her friend having such an obvious crush on the opponent was very entertaining for Alexia who winked at her:” You’re excused. She’s kinda pretty.” “Thanks.”, Jenni answered, running through her hair with one hand.

Loosing the first league El Clásico at home in Madrid with 4:0 made you even more hungry to challenge the Barcelona Women’s team now, especially because as a defender the received goals hurt you a lot. Without a question your motivation on this cold January was very high, nothing was better than revenge in the sport you loved. Meanwhile Ivana Andrés brought you back to the present moment, wiggling her eyebrows:” You’re being watched.” “By whom?”, surprised you turned your head to follow her gaze which was directed at the Barca players on the other side of the pitch.

Spotting them you shrugged it off:” Oh, I won’t make it easy for Jenni that’s for sure.” “Don’t worry, if she keeps staring at you during the game, you’ve got nothing to do.”, Olga Carmona commented grinning. Excited the older woman with the dark curls added:” Who knew you’d be our secret weapon?” “Girls.”, you blushed deeply, knowing full well that the other team was highly favoured, and you needed more than that to take them out of their game.

A loud sigh escaped Olga’s lips:” Okay, fine. We’ll see how the game’s going.” “Let’s win this.”, you brought back some optimism. Satisfied with the remark the youngest defender of the three of you said: “Please.”

That the game did not start well for your team was an understatement, you were starting to swim when Alexia scored in the 14th minute. Still, you tried to hold your teammates together:” Held your head high girls, we still have enough time to turn that game around.”

The chance to score the equalizer was presented to the Real Madrid team through a corner kick. While Olga was getting ready to shoot, you were positioning yourself in the penalty area. A flirty voice which you knew belonged to Jenni whispered into your ear: “Hey, pretty girl.”

You didn’t even have to turn around. Jennis body pressed against your back to prevent you from having too much space. A lazy smirk appeared on your face; “If that’s your way to distract defenders, it won’t be working.“ “It won’t?“, she whispered, her lips close to your ear but your eyes stayed focused on Olga, who was taking a few steps back and kicked the ball.

You ran a few steps, leaving Jenni standing and jumped up but the ball was too high. It barely grazed the top of your head and bounced down in front of a Barcelona defender who kicked the ball wide. As you sprinted back to get into your position, you passed Jenni who winked at you; “Or maybe it did work.“ You shook your head in annoyance. Alexia bumped her shoulder to Jennis, nodding into your direction; “What did you say to her?“ “Oh, nothing important.“

You conceded the second goal barely ten minutes later. Your slide tackle came too late, Jennis ball already hit the back of the net. You were cursing under your breath while you got up from the grass. Ivana appeared next to you, patting your back; “Head up.“ “But…“ She gave a you a quick head shake that made you shut up instantly; “It’s okay. It happens.“ “Alright. The game is not over yet.“, you nodded determinedly after a deep breath. Olga smiled weakly; “That’s what we want to hear.“

To your disappointment, the game ended with a 4:1. You grimaced while the final whistle blew and the Barcelona players ran towards each other, celebrating their win. You tried to ignore them while you made your way across the pitch to your tired and upset teammates and didn’t realise that Jenni had left her team. “Jenni, where are you going? We want to celebrate with the fans.“, Mapi called her back. The striker waved her back; “Go ahead. I’ll be with you in a minute.“

She followed you to the other side of the pitch where you pulled up Olga from the turf; “Olga, don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re young and we’ll learn from that. Next time it’ll be better. Promise.“ The other player nodded silently and was pulled into a hug by Ivana. You turned around and found yourself face to face with Jenni; “You.“ “Yes, hi. Good game.“, she smiled at you. You wrinkled your nose in response; “Thanks but you don’t have to lie.“ “I don’t.“ “So, why are you not celebrating with your team?“, you asked, getting slightly annoyed. Jenni shrugged; “I was going to. I just wanted to tell you that.“

“Don’t you want to have her number too? Or her jersey?“, Olga piped up with a laugh. “Olga!“, you scolded her. But Jenni gave her an appreciative smiled; “Actually a good idea. I’d like both.“ “You’re even more greedy than I thought, Hermoso.“, you rolled your eyes. Unimpressed, Jenni looked at you; “Will you give it to me now?“ “Yes, if you give me yours in return.“ “Fair, enough.“, she laughed, pulling her jersey over her head.

“Because it’s getting really cold.“, you added, handing her your own shirt. Jenni laughed; “Oh, please. Here you go.“ “Thank you.“ Olga provided you with a piece of paper and a pen so that you could note down your phone number. You shoved the note into Jennis hand and pushed her away with a grin; “Now go back to your teammates!“ “On my way.“, she winked at you before disappearing between the other Barcelona players.

In December you were supposed to play again against Barcelona. After your match in January Jenni and you became a couple. During the phone call with your now girlfriend, she asked you what you wished for this Christmas you both were supposed to celebrate in Madrid. A soft chuckle escaped your lips:” What I want for Christmas, mi amor? A win against your team of course.”

“Something more realistic, please.”, the tattooed Spanish woman laughed. Playfully dramatic you gasped for air: “More realistic?” “Like a unicorn or a dragon. I can make that happen. But not a win against us.”, with your eyes closed you could see her shaking her head. “Rude.”, you huffed.

Softly Jenni replied: “It’s true though.” “See you there.”, you answered. Cheerfully she chirmed:” Good luck.” “Not to you.”, you teased her. You could imagine the dark-haired woman grimacing:” Thanks. Appreciate it.”

You both ended your call with how much you loved each other while you could see your neighbours putting up their fairy lights on their terrace bringing light into the darkness. Maybe that beam of light shone Madrid to a win against their rival.

12 December 2021

Real Madrid Femenino vs. FCB Femení 1 :3

Goal scorers: Martens (8, 23), Paredes (18), Asllani (52)

Sadly, your hopeful dreams were quickly trampled on by Lieke Martens who shot two goals quickly, so did Irene Paredes. In the second half Kosovare Asllani scored but that did not change that Real Madrid lost once again against Barcelona.

The defeat was audible in your voice as you turned your back to Jenni:” No, leave me alone, Jenni.” “Oh, come on.”, the forward tried to console you. Cooly Olga intervened:” Go.” “Calm down! Not my fault that you lost.”, the Barcelona player shouted furiously. “No, but it’s no fun, let me tell you that.”, you muttered. Surprised you looked up to your girlfriend who handed you a small gift:” It’s still 12 days to go until Christmas.” “Yeah, I know. Maybe it cheers you up.”, Jenni shrugged her shoulders. Carefully you touched the bow holding the small package together:” Do you want me to open it right now?” “Whenever you want.”

Swiftly you opened the present:” A key?” “Not just any key.”, the forward explained seriously. Rolling her eyes Olga commented drily:” If you’re saying that this is the key to your heart I’m going to vomit.” That was the moment Ivana dragged the younger defender away from you. In an honest tone your girlfriend said smirking: “I’m not that romantic.” “It’s to your place.”, you realized.

Clearing her throat, she nodded: “It’s.” “You trust me that much?”, you asked moved. Warmly the older woman giggled: “I do trust you that you won’t come into my house and steal all my stuff.” “Yeah, I won’t do that.”, you admitted with an amused smile on your lips.

Uncharacteristically nervous Jenni went through her hair with one hand: “You can choose when you want to come or leave that way.” “Sorry, I was so harsh to you earlier.”, you apologized. Earnestly she looked at you: “It’s okay. You’ve got your key now. If you need to be alone, that’s fine but if you want to come to my place, you know how.” “I appreciate it.”, you gave her a kiss on the cheek. Hopefulness bloomed in your girlfriend’s face: “I’ll see you later. Or maybe not.”

Jenni was at her place when you used the key to her door for the first time. “Hi.“, you said quietly. Jenni looked up; “Oh, hi.“ “You said I could come, so…“, you started. Jenni smiled; “Yes, of course. Don’t stand in the door. Come in.“ You slipped in and let the door fall closed behind you; “I’m coming.“ You followed your girlfriend into her kitchen. Jenni looked at you thoroughly; “Sorry about earlier.“ “No, you said a win was not realistic.“, you shook your head.

Your girlfriends eyebrows knotted together; “I was joking. Anything can happen in football.“ “That’s true. I still believe this club could challenge yours one day…“, you thought out loud. “I’m sure you will. Real Madrid’s womens team is still young.“ With a sigh, you sat down at her kitchen table; “Right… Is it okay if we don’t talk about the game tonight?“ “Of course.“ Jenni sat down with you. “Thanks.“

As promised, Jenni changed the topic effortlessly; “Did you have dinner yet?“ “No, what about you?“, you replied. The striker shook her head; “I was about to order something but I couldn’t decide. Do you want to pick?“ A smile spread across your face; “From our usual place?“ “Sure.“

13 March 2022

FCB Femení vs. Real Madrid Femenino 5:0

Goal scorers: Putellas (41, 43), Guijarro (60), Peter (65 o.g.), Hermoso (82)

The next El Clasicó was played in March. Barcelona once again didn’t make it easy for Real Madrid. In the 60th minute, you had the chance to break through. You made a run for the ball but as you turned, you could feel a pop and a sharp pain in your knee. You immediately went down while the ball rolled out of play.

Alexia dragged on Jennis jersey who quickly made a few steps towards you; “Keep your head in the game, Jenni.“ “My head is exactly where it’s supposed to be, Ale.“, she replied cooly when she saw your own teammates race towards you. Alexia nodded courtly; “Good.“ “It’s not a big deal.“, Jenni stated, more to herself than to Alexia.

Ivanas head appeared above you at the same time; “Hey, what’s wrong?“ “My knee…“, you answered, trying to sit up, but Olga immediately held you back: “Don’t move. The medical staff is coming.“

You nodded bravely and let the physios assess your injury. Ivana grimaced in sympathy, seeing your pained expression; “Shit. This doesn’t look good.“ “She’ll be subbed off. Obviously.“, Olga nodded while the two watched you being helped off the pitch.

The game ended with another win for Barcelona. On their way to the dressing rooms, Jenni stopped Olga; “Olga, where is she?“ The Real player shrugged; “How am I supposed to know? I was on the field, just like you.“ “Sorry, I thought you might.“, Jenni shook her head. Sighing, Olga put a hand on her upper arm; “Wait here. I’ll go check in the dressing room for her.“ “Okay.“ Jenni watched Olga leave and return a few minutes later.

“And?“ “It’s her knee. It’s not looking good.“, the Real player explained what Jenni already knew. Impatiently, she asked; “Can I see her?“ “Yes, go in.“ Jenni didn’t wait for her, she went straight into Real Madrids dressing room. With your knee bandaged to prevent swelling, you looked up at your girlfriend; “Congrats to your goal.“ “Thanks. But it’s hard to celebrate when you had to be helped off the pitch.“, she replied earnestly.

“Trust me, I did not want to leave the game that way either.”, you swallowed hard. Quietly the Barcelona player lifted your chin, so you had to keep your focus on her: “I know that.” “Not in the year of the euros.”, you whispered, tears shot in your eyes while the realization was hitting hard.

Empathetically Jenni stroke your hair:“Hey, don’t think about that yet.” “It’s hard not to do that.”, you mumbled. Smoothly she reminded you: “I know that. But it’s in the future.” “And now?” “Now we have to wait for a diagnosis and your rehab.”, the dark-haired woman pulled you into a hug hoping to lift a bit of the weight on your shoulders. Loudly you sighed:” Alright.”

After your ACL injury was confirmed, Jenni proposed her idea to you which you answered promptly:” Moving in with you? But you’re living in Barcelona?” “And?”, your girlfriend gave you an expectantly look. “And the rehab process can be ugly.. I might say awful things to you. Why are you grinning?”, you listed all the things which could go wrong.

A bright smile appeared on the forward’s face: “I hope you do say that to me.” “You’re so weird.”, you laughed. Playfully shocked Jenni repeated: “I’m weird?” “Yes.” “You’re weird.”, she disagreed with your earlier comment. Now it was your turn to react offended: “Me?!” “Yeah.” You pressed on:“Why?”

“You don’t want to come to Barcelona with me.”, your girlfriend pouted. Slowly you admitted to yourself and her, not without a joking tone in your voice: “I do but I’m not sure if you can handle a madridista.” “I’m sure.”, Jenni confirmed sincerely. “Okay, we can do this.”

19 November 2023

FCB Femení vs. Real Madrid Femenino 5:0

Goal scorers: Bonmatí (17), Hansen (43), Caldentey (45+1), Pina (90+1), Vicky (90+3)

It was a sunny and warm November day while both teams were doing their round in the Estadi Johan Cruyff. Concerned you walked up to Alexia:” Ale, how’s your knee doing? You’re not playing?” “No, I’m out.”, she told you with a sad smile on her face. Cheekily you replied: “I’m sorry to hear it as your friend but as a player for Madrid.”

“Don’t worry, I trust my team enough to believe they can still beat you. Even with you back.”, her smile deepened at your teasing words, but the midfielder hinted on the time you both were out with an ACL injury missing out on the Euros in which your team was under the favourites but did not win after all.

“We’ll see about that, more serious you continued, but you’re still joining us for dinner afterwards, right?” She padded your shoulders, showing the warm side of her few people get to see of her:” Of course.”

You gave her another warm smile before turning away to head towards the changing room. While Alexia watched you leave, Jenni who was set to commentate on this El Clasico appeared on her side; “Ale, I’m really proud of how she came back from that injury.“ “You can be, she’s tough.“, Alexia nodded, her gaze now shifting towards the fans that filled the stadium.

Jenni watched her former team mate from the side; “Yes but I’m glad you two had each other during that time too.“ “Me too, trust me. It was a good idea to let her do the rehab in Barcelona.“, Alexia replied, her jaw set as she turned back towards Jenni. “Agreed.“

The midfielder raised her eyebrows at her friend; “But now she’s back in Madrid.“ “And I’m in Mexico.“, Jenni added with a small sigh. “How did you make that decision?“

The dark-haired forward tilted her head pensively; “It wasn’t easy.“ “I can tell.“, her former team mate replied. “You do?“ Alexia gave a short nod; “Yes. But you got to go. Your new job is waiting.“ A defiant smile appeared on Jennis face; “Exciting.“ “I’ll see you after the game. With three more points for Barcelona.“, her friend laughed in reply.

All three of you experienced the game from different places in the stadium. Jenni sat with some journalists, Alexia with her team mates and you were standing on the grass while Barcelona beat Real Madrid with 5:0.

Of course, the Barcelona players were in a good mood as soon as the final whistle blew but Jenni barely had time for some more small talk with Alexia; “If you excuse me, Ale.“ “Hey! Seriously? You’re leaving me for a Madrid player?“, Alexia yelled after her as she crossed the grass.

Grinning, Jenni answered; “She’s my fiancée!“ “You were not supposed to tell her that yet!“, you laughed, playfully hitting Jenni. “Excuse me?“, came from Alexia, more amused than offended. “Just great.“, you mumbled while Alexia caught up with you two. “Why didn’t you tell me that?“ “Before the El Clasico?“, you replied innocently. “Yes!“ Uncertain, you admitted; “Felt weird with Jenni there too…“

A smile spread across Alexias face; “I don’t blame you. I was expecting to hear it from Jenni anyway.“ To your surprise, you felt her arms around you as she wrapped you in a hug.

Simultaneously, Jenni explained; “We wanted to tell you at dinner.“ “That’s way too late!“, Alexia complained, releasing you from her embrace. You smiled at the two friends and took a step back, pointing into the direction of the dressing rooms; “I’ll leave you to it.“

“No, stay.“, Jenni said and grabbed your wrist. But Alexia shook her head at her friend and gave you a gentle smile; “We’ll talk about it at dinner.“ You took this as your sign to disappear into the dressing rooms for a nice, warm shower.

“But you’ll be my best woman right Ale?”, Jenni asked the blonde. Playfully the midfielder told her: “I’ll think about it!” “Don’t you dare saying ACL bonds are stronger.”, the dark-haired woman groaned. The younger player shook her head:“No, I’m saying I should have known first if you want me to have a special role in your wedding.”

“Who says there is only a wedding?”, Jenni replied with an innocent look on her face. Confused Alexia furrowed her brows:” What’s that supposed to mean?” “We’ll tell you at dinner.”, the woman who played in Mexico promised. With a pout on her lips the Barcelona player turned away: “I hate you both.”

Freshly showered you came back in time to hear her last words declaring:” No, you love us!” “Not sure about that.”, the blonde chuckled. You threw an eyebrow up:” Do you believe her, Jenni?” “No.”, your fiancée answered. Smirking you agreed with her:“Me neither.”

“She’s just bluffing.”, the raven-haired woman observed. Still pouting Alexia defended herself: “I want to know what you were hinting at earlier!” “Can we go to dinner first?”, Jenni wanted to know. The midfielder shrugged it off: “Sure.”

After you had a delicious dinner Alexia looked expectantly at you both:” So, will you girls tell me now everything?” “Sure, we have the time now.”, you nodded. Quickly Jenny left the table only to return with something which would make Alexia tear up more than an engagement ring could.

You might have lost every el clasico but it brought you closer to the person you fell in love with and for this you were grateful. Although you’d love to win it in the future but it would be on pause for a while because some things were more important than football.

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mari-the-bimbo · 8 months

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hi! can you write something about dorm mate!geto arguing with reader but then they would apologize (idk whose fault it was) please 🙏

A/N: Thanks for the idea bby!! Plot twist: they don’t apologise, you know I love miscommunication tropes right? 😋

Dorm mate Geto: Just friends

It’s Friday night and you find yourself at one of Gojo party friends’ party again. It’s kind of a tradition. You, Gojo and Geto heading out for a party so get that much needed social time in your busy lives. You don’t join them all the time, but when you do, you feel good.

You and Shoko laugh at the drunk Utahime who was having the time of her life. You enjoyed watching your usually uptight friend letting herself go once in a while.

But when she started loudly explaining why Gojo was unfuckable, you and Shoko decided maybe it was time to leave the party.

“Come on Princess” Shoko says sarcastically to Utahime, while you help bring the drunk girl to her feet. “Let’s get you home. Hey y/n, you need a ride home babe?” Shoko asks, swirling the car keys around her finger.

“Nah I’m good thanks Shoko” you say with a smile. “I’ll see if Geto’s ready to go” you add, knowing Gojo was probably hooking up with someone right now.

“Cool. See you later chick” Shoko says and you wave goodbye to them before walking back to find Geto. You check your phone, 00:31 it reads. Past midnight, okay time to leave a party right?

You squint, looking to find the black long haired man, but when you finally spotted him, you wished you didn’t.

Your handsome dorm mate sat on a sofa, with some pretty girl wrapping her slender arms around his broad shoulders. He whispers something in her ear with his signature lazy smirk, the girl laughs brightly. No doubt Geto said a dry but flirty joke, something you thought was reserved only for you.

You think you feel a bit sick. Heartbroken was what you actually felt. He hasn’t seen you yet, you hope it stays that way. You hope he didn’t see you foolishly waiting on him, while he got cosy with some other girl.

Was it always like this? Did he always get cosy with other girls but your delusions made you think it was only you? How silly. What you once thought was a sweet blooming romance between you and a dear friend was nothing more than a minor situationship to him.

You turn your heel and speed out the house before you could embarrass yourself anymore.

1:01 AM

You swirl your ramen absentmindedly in the pot, hoping the warm noodles will fill the emptiness you feel in your stomach.

Suddenly you hear the door open and shut. You didn’t dare look up, there’s so much to stay but you choose to stay silent, hoping Geto won’t notice you in the dim lighting in his drunk state.

But that never works.

“You hungry doll?” Geto chuckles as he spots you. You don’t answer, scared your voice will crack.

“Well how about I help out and make you some hot cocoa yeah?” He says, with a smile that feels fake to you now.

“No. I don’t want a drink” you say abruptly, you cringe internally, knowing how rude you sounded, but you can’t help but feel resentful.

Geto stops in his tracks, slowly turning towards you, long hair strands framing his face.

“You okay hun?”

You wince, ‘hun’ was the last thing you needed to be called by the man who just broke your heart.

You silently just stare at your ramen, trying to play it cool, be the chill girl who doesn’t really care, but you already messed up. You were a born a person who cared too much.

“You shouldn’t call me that.”

“What? Why?” He says, an unimpressed frown on his handsome face. You stare silently at your ramen again.

You sigh when Geto pushes in front of you and turns off the stove so that he can have your attention.

“Look at me and tell me what’s wrong” he says.

You cross your arms almost in defence, disobeying him by staring out the window instead. “What am I to you Geto?”

“My favourite girl, of course” he answered softly in a heartbeat, taking a step closer to you, but you move backwards.

You shake your head. “No” you say, “that’s not what I am. What is our relationship? Are we friends or more?”

The room falls silent.

You sigh, wishing you never asked and hurt your own feelings. The silence answered your question. Friends.

“If we are friends, then we should put some distance between us” you say bravely.

You look up at Geto, to find the usually composed, chill guy look shattered. Black eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly open. You’ve never seen Geto look off guard, you almost feel bad.

“Oi… what do you mean by that?” You can hear the anger bubbling through his throat, he’s trying his best to stay calm.

“I mean stop flirting and touching me Geto, do that with the girls you’re romantically interested in” you assert your stance, slightly raising your voice to your own surprise.

“Thats-“ Geto starts but he doesn’t finish his sentence.

He pauses before starting, now stepping away from you.

“I’m.. sorry I caused any inconvenience for you. I won’t do it again.” He says formally, putting his hands in his pockets and walking out the small dorm kitchen. Black hair stands dangling in front of his face as he keeps his head down.

Leaving you alone with your broken heart again.

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theemporium · 1 month

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Congrats on 10k! I absolutely love your writing! It always makes me feel warm and fuzzy 💕

I was wondering if I could request violet fluff 💜 prompt #31 with James Potter? Thanks so much, hope you’re having a great day 🥰

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

31. “I’ve been in love with you since the day we met."

James Potter honestly thought he was losing his mind.

He liked to pride himself over the fact he was good with people: talking to them, understanding them, observing them. He was a social butterfly and fairly empathetic, and he could talk to a brick wall and somehow still make it one of the most entertaining conversations people have ever witnessed.

He tended to thrive in social situations, basking in the attention when the spotlight was on him. He was never made for the shadows or outskirts. He was made to be the person someone could always rely on in public, the one who could change the conversation when needed or keep things from becoming stagnant and awkward.

But all of those skills felt redundant and useless when it came to you.

Because, here’s the thing—James is, like, ninety-nine percent sure that you aren’t doing it on purpose which honestly makes the whole thing worse.

James Potter is not a subtle man. Far from it, if anyone is concerned. He is open with his feelings and wants and desires and dreams. He wears his heart on his sleeve and he wears it proudly. And he has been flirting with you since day one.

And you flirt back. He swears you flirt back. Hell, despite the way they mocked how lovesick and besotted he was, even his friends were sure you flirted back because that was the only way to describe your banter. It was flirty and teasing and, on some occasions, mimicked that of an old married couple.

But just when James thinks he is finally getting somewhere with you, you pull a total one-eighty on him and he is left thinking that you are unaware of it all. That maybe—just fucking maybe—you are oblivious to James’ obvious and unsubtle attempts.

He is also pretty sure you don’t realise that half of your hangouts with the boy were his attempts at asking you on a date.

And he was losing his goddamn mind.

It’s almost ironic that all it would take was a potions assignment for things to come together.

“It’s a simple potion, there really shouldn’t be any mistakes or problems,” Slughorn announced as he wandered through the room, his robes swishing behind him with each step. “If you have any problems, just ask but this potion should be easy for your age.”

And the thing was, yeah, it was pretty easy. James looked at the instructions and it was something he could have done with his eyes closed if he really wanted to.

But Remus wasn’t in class today, instead deciding to take the day off with the full moon having just passed. And your usual partner wasn’t in either. And now you were partners together and you were really pretty and, honestly, James couldn’t be blamed for being a little distracted.

He also didn’t know that fucking up the potion would turn it into an accidental truth serum.

In fact, he didn’t even realise until the two of you were too busy laughing at Slughorn demanding the two of you go to the bathrooms to clean up, halfway down the corridor when he turned to look at you and just blurted out the words before he could stop himself.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

You paused, shoes squeaking against the floor as you looked at him with wide eyes. “What did you say?”

And before he could even try to come up with an excuse, he was talking again. “I said you’re pretty. Because you are. I always think you’re pretty but you’re prettier when you laugh.”

You blinked. “You really think that?”

“Of course I do,” James retorted, almost snorting a little at the incredulous tone of your voice. “I think you’re one of the most gorgeous girls in this world. It’s why I flirt with you, like, every day.”

Your cheeks warmed. “Oh.”

“I’ve been in love with you since the day we met,” James continued because he couldn’t really bring himself to stop. “And I really want to kiss you all the time. I just don’t know if you like me back or not.”

“I do,” you blurted out, but there was a smile on your face—even if it was a little shy. “I do like you back. And I want to kiss you too.”

“Sweet,” James grinned and then, because he was a man of action and promises, he closed the distance between the two of you.

His warm palms cupped your cheek, his body pressed against every inch of your own before he kissed you. It was dizzying and slightly surreal. It made your head spin when his tongue swiped over your lips before exploring your mouth. It made your knees buckle when a low groan sounded from the back of his throat.

But it was everything the two of you wanted and more.

And yeah, maybe James Potter was going to lose his mind if this was how good it felt to kiss you.

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peachpitlover · 11 months

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Head Over Heels

After a movie night at the Chateau, Y/n wakes up with a migraine.

Word Count: 1,159

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader

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Y/n wakes up to a sharp, pulsating pain in her left eye and a dull ache on the top of her head accompanying it. She’s sprawled out on John B’s couch next to Kiara, Pope on the other couch, John B and Sarah in his room, and JJ in the guest room. She reaches for her phone that’s laying on the floor charging. She squints and stifles a pained groan at the dim light emitting from the screen. Thursday, June 6 2:31 AM. As she sits up, that piercing pain shoots up from her eye and spreads up to the top of her head and down the back of her neck. With ears ringing aggressively and colorful squiggles clouding her vision, Y/n makes her way to the bathroom as quickly and quietly as possible. Closing the door behind her, she drops to her knees and holds her hair up with one hand. She really didn’t mean to wake everyone up, but how quiet can you be when throwing up?

Sarah was the first to wake up, she walked out to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

“Give me a sec,” Y/n squeaked out as she tried to catch her breath.

Sarah knows all about Y/n’s migraines, they started when she was so young; too young to have to deal with pain like she has. She slowly opened the door and crouched to rub Y/n’s back.

It wasn’t long before John B and JJ came out of their rooms too, at this point Y/n was lying on her back in the bathroom, her legs resting out the doorway of the small bathroom and in the hallway. They both exchanged a confused look as you hadn’t had anything to drink last night.

“Baby, do you have any pain killers?” Sarah whispered as she stood from her position on the bathroom floor.

“No, I finished the Advil a couple days ago. What happened?”

“She has a migraine, she gets really bad ones. I’m gonna go wake up Kie and ask her.”

JJ turned the bathroom light on and she let out a small whimper, turning her head and pulling her arm over her face.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he whispered as he crouched and pulled her arm up around his neck while John B slid his hand under her back to help her stand. Once she was standing, JJ put his hand around her back and hooked his other arm under her legs to carry her to his room.

“Kie has some tylenol in her car, she’ll bring it in a second. Do you want some water?” Sarah asked as she peeked her head into the room.

“If you don’t mind,” Y/n asked as she settled on the bed. Just then, Pope made his way over to see what was going on, Y/n felt so embarrassed and guilty for waking everyone up. As Kiara came in with tylenol and a bottle of water, John B helped Y/n sit up.

“I’m sorry for waking everyone up,” she whispered.

“That’s ok, we know you’re hurting,” Sarah smiled.

“It’s no big deal,” Pope added in.

Y/n was so grateful for her amazing friends. But right now, all she wanted was to sleep off the pain. Everyone went their separate ways again, leaving JJ at the doorway and Y/n feeling guilty for kicking him out.

As JJ stepped out slightly, beginning to bid her goodbyes, Y/n piped up sheepishly: “JJ? Will you please lie down with me?”

The truth is, JJ likes Y/n. Like a lot. There have been no hookups since she came around as no one peeked his interest but her. And Y/n always finds herself giddy when JJ makes a flirty joke as he often does, her heart and stomach fluttering when his skin brushes hers. So she’s taking advantage of the moment and asking for some comfort, and how can JJ say no to the girl he can’t get off his mind?

“Of course,” he smiled. He walked to the other side of the bed and got under the covers with her and waited for her to make the first move to cuddle. If that’s what she wanted, that is. She turned over and looked at him with tired eyes and he was suddenly so aware of how much bare skin was available to his hands. Wearing only a small, cropped tank top with spaghetti straps and loose cotton sleep shorts.

She could barely open her eyes, she wasn’t tired at all. But her body often shuts down due to the excruciating pain: when she has a migraine, Y/n could sleep on and off for days on end. She reached her hand up and sunk her fingers into her hair as she curled her hair around her middle and pointer fingers and pulled slightly, trying to relieve some of the unbearable pain. Though, she couldn’t hold that up for long as her body was so weak.

“Don’t do that,” JJ frowned, though she couldn’t see much in the dark. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“It helps,” she croaked out.

He took it upon himself to untangle her hand from her hair and replaced it with his. But instead of pulling at her hair like she did, he scratched gently at the spot she had been trying to relieve. With that, her eyes fluttered closed and she ever so slightly shuffled closer to him. After a while, her breathing slowed and her hand clutching JJ’s favorite blanket went limp, he resorted to running his fingers through her hair; something he often found himself wanting to do.

He stopped once he was sure she was asleep, but as soon as he pulled his hand away, she mumbled something he couldn’t understand and rolled over onto her stomach, her hand grabbing onto his bicep.

“It hurts,” she sniffled.

“I know it does, I wish I could do more to help you, do you want to put your head on me?”

Without a word, Y/n shifted closer and laid her head on his chest and draped her arm over his bare stomach, like she had been waiting for him to ask. He could feel tears dripping onto his skin and he felt so useless in that moment: “I know, I gotcha,” he whispered. His hand slid under her shirt and began rubbing along the expanse of her back in an attempt to soothe her to sleep. He was lightly scratching at the skin and she hummed in pleasure.

She did eventually find sleep with JJ’s soft breathing in her ear and the back scratches she didn’t know she would love so much. His heart fluttered at the sight of his sleeping friend on his chest, and with a kiss to the top of her head, JJ’s eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep with warmth surrounding him.

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hi! can you write with prompts 1, 2 and 31 with daniel ricciardo or george russell, like a friends to lovers?

10 years in the making

George Russell x driver!reader

A/N: This is wayyyy longer than I expected it to be. Hope you enjoy :)

You've known George since you were both seven. Karting together. Its always been you and George. It was very rare to see one of you with out the other. You're parents made jokes that you'd marry each other and your response was always the same, "We're just best friends." But when you got older those feelings changed.

15 years old. Racing was getting serious for the both of you, meaning you spent even more time together and competing. It was a dream. That's when you started seeing George in a different light. He was no longer George Russell, your best friend. Now he was George Russell, the boy you fell head over heels for but could never have.

It pained you to have these feelings. He would never feel the same. He saw you like a sister. You were in love with someone you knew would never love you back. So you tried, with everything in you, to forget these feelings.

21 years old. Entering formula one with your best friends. You and George had both signed for Williams. While you were excited to be in F1 and have a friend as your teammate, seeing George non stop wasn't going to help with these feelings. For six years you couldn't rid yourself of this longing and empty feeling.

You'd never dated anyone. George, Lando and Alex always questioned you on your love life and you never had anything to offer. You didn't want to date, you only wanted George. Every time you imagined your future George was the main component. You couldn't count the amount of times you've pictured your first date, first kiss, first anniversary, engagement, wedding, first child. All you wanted was for George to want you like you want him.

You noticed a slight change in George's behaviour in your rookie year. He became more flirty than he ever was. But you didn't want to get your hope up. He now had thousands if girls throwing themselves at him. That's just how he talks to everyone.

When George moved to Mercades you were relived. You loved spending time with George, but it was killing you to have to be with him more than everyone else. Now you had Alex as your teammate.

Alex was always questioning you on your love life. He would bring it up the most around George. He was the most observant over the years. He noticed your longing stares, the way your eyes would light up around George and your immense annoyance when ever George talked about a girl he liked. Alex knew. He knew the minute you fell, but he never spoke to you about it.

Race week, meaning you had to see George. George, who had recently broken up with his girlfriend for no apparent reason.

The five of you, Charles, Lando, George, Alex and yourself, were sat in the drivers hospitality, talking.

"And this is horsey last week. he broke a vase jumping off the shelf." Alex was showing everyone a picture of his cat.

"Is he okay?" Charles asked, concerned about the animals wellbeing.

"A piece of glass got stuck in his paw so we had to take him to the vets to get it removed."

Charles PR manager showed up a little later to usher him to his duties. Lando's manager soon followed. It was just you, Alex and George.

"So you and carmen broke up." Alex turned to George.

"Yeah." George seemed nervous about the topic.

"What happened then?"

"Well, I realised I have feelings for someone else and it'd be unfair to her to waste her time when I love someone else, y'know?"

"Yeah." the room was silent for a moment until Alex spoke again, "Who is she then?"

"What?" George looked terrified, eyes bulging out of his head.

"Who do you have feelings for?"

"It, uh, it doesn't matter." George struggled with his words, wanting to avoid the question, "It's nothing anyway."

"Well, its clearly something if you broke up with carmen 'cause of her."

"I mean, I-"

Before George could continue his sentence all three of your PR managers came to rush you to pre-race media.

The race went okay, you and Alex both scoring points. While you were happy about that, you couldn't stop thinking about George.

Everyone was walking away from the media pen, your eyes caught on Geroge.

"Crushing hard, huh?"

"What!?" You spun around to find Alex with a huge smirk on his face.

"It's obvious you like him."

"Like who?"

"George."

"I, I, wha-, I mean, no." you stumbled over your words, struggling to form a proper sentence.

"You're blushing."

"I'm not." your hands touched your face to be met with your burning skin. Alex laughed lightly at your defensiveness.

"Don't laugh." you were embarrassed to say the least, "How long have you known?"

"Too long."

...

Now knowing for sure of your feelings for George, Alex set out on a little mission. After lots of pestering George, Alex heard the best thing in the world.

"Come on, you always tell me who you like." Alex whined.

"God, you sound like a teenager." George stated, walking away.

"Just tell me." Alex ran in front of him, blocking his exit, "I won't move move until you do." There was a minuet of silence.

"Fine, I'll tell you." George sighed as Alex's face lit up with excitement.

"It's y/n, okay." George whispered, hoping Alex couldn't hear his confession.

"Didn't quite catch that." Alex teased.

"It's y/n! I like, no, I love y/n."

"See, was that so hard."

"Just move."

...

3 months since your conversation with Alex. He was putting his plan into action.

"Lily, where are you taking me?"

Lily said she had an amazing surprise for you, so now you were blindfolded and being dragged to an unknown location.

"You'll see, just be patient."

A salty smell hit you. Sand beneath your feet, dipping from your weight. Seagulls squawking.

"We're here!" Lily sounded so excited.

When she removed your blindfold you were met with the most romantic picnic ever. Candles, rose petals, wicker basket.

"If you wanted to take me on a date all you had to do was ask." you laughed. Lily laughed with you.

"No, this is for you and a special someone." she couldn't stop her excited giggles.

Before you could respond, you noticed Alex in the distance leading a blindfolded George. You were speechless. When they reached the picnic, Alex had the biggest grin on his face.

"We're here." Alex said to George.

"Finally," George sounded relived and slightly annoyed, "We've been walking for ages."

When Alex removed his blindfold you felt your heart beat a hundred times faster, like it was going to jump out of your chest.

When your eyes met it was like every worry or fear you ever had was just gone. Your heart beat slowed. It was like you and George were in your own world. You didn't even notice Lily and Alex leaving.

"Y/n." George whispered after what felt like a life time.

"George."

"So we both got tricked here by Alex?" he smiled

"Yeah." you could barely believe this was happening.

In unison, you both sat down on the checkered, red picnic blanket. Opening the basket, you were met with a beautiful selection of cakes and sandwiches.

You sat for hours just talking. Reminiscing. Realising the years you both wasted, being in love with each other and being to scared to admit it.

"The baskets empty." you stated.

George didn't respond. When you turned to look at him he reached his hand up to caress your cheek softly. without a word, his lips were on yours. In that moment, everything felt right. You fit like two puzzle pieces, you were made for each other.

When you pulled away, foreheads touching still, George spoke the words you longed to hear fall from his lips for the past ten years.

"Y/n y/l/n, will you be my girlfriend?"

With a smile so big it physically hurt, you responded, "Of course, George Russell."

Your lips met again. You were in heaven and never planned to leave.

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🍎 ｡:*• ─ CHRISTMAS PICK-UP LINES SENTENCE STARTERS. › ( a compilation of various christmas/holiday-themed pick-up lines taken from various sources, for muses who are feeling flirty this holiday season ! feel free to adjust them to better fit your muses. note: numbers 21 to 40 can be nsfɯ, so please read at your own risk ! )

nice & funny : 1. ❝ There’s snow one like you ! ❞ 2. ❝ When we met, it was love at frost sight ! ❞ 3. ❝ I must be a snowflake because I’ve fallen for you. ❞ 4. ❝ Hi, Santa said you wished for me. Good choice ! ❞ 5. ❝ Are you Christmas ? Because I want to merry you. ❞ 6. ❝ There's snow place like your arms this Christmas ! ❞ 7. ❝ Do you live in an igloo ? Because you're pretty cool ! ❞ 8. ❝ I didn’t think I was a snowman, but you just made me melt. ❞ 9. ❝ If I was the Grinch, I wouldn’t steal Christmas. I’d steal you. ❞ 10. ❝ I’ll be home for Christmas — and I want you to come with me. ❞ 11. ❝ You make me more excited than gifts under a Christmas tree ! ❞ 12. ❝ I don’t need Christmas lights, you’re already shining so bright ! ❞ 13. ❝ The Grinch may have stolen Christmas, but you stole my heart. ❞ 14. ❝ Let’s drink some hot tea in the snow. After all, ‘Teas the Season ! ❞ 15. ❝ I don’t have a Christmas list, because you’re already the best gift. ❞ 16. ❝ It’s the season of giving, so you should give me your phone number. ❞ 17. ❝ Aren’t you supposed to be on top of that tree ? Because you’re a star ! ❞ 18. ❝ Let me take you on a first date in the snow. I promise I’m not going to flake ! ❞ 19. ❝ Can I take a picture of you so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas ? ❞ 20. ❝ If you were a tree, you’d be an evergreen, because I bet you look this good all year round. ❞ naughty & sexy : 21. ❝ Let’s make this a not-so-silent night. ❞ 22. ❝ Let me help you out of that ugly sweater... ❞ 23. ❝ I want to fill you up with my... holiday spirit. ❞ 24. ❝ How about I shimmy down your chimney tonight ? ❞ 25. ❝ The only package I want this Christmas is yours. ❞ 26. ❝ We don’t need a sleigh, you can ride me instead. ❞ 27. ❝ Santa’s lap isn’t the only place wishes come true. ❞ 28. ❝ Let’s both be naughty and save Santa the trip tonight. ❞ 29. ❝ Is your name Winter ? Because you’ll be coming soon. ❞ 30. ❝ Let’s pretend to be presents and get laid under the tree. ❞ 31. ❝ Your stocking isn’t the only thing I’ll be filling up tonight. ❞ 32. ❝ Are you ornaments ? Because I want you all over my tree. ❞ 33. ❝ You're the first gift I want to unwrap on Christmas morning. ❞ 34. ❝ Call me your Christmas tree, because you’re turning me on. ❞ 35. ❝ Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me ? ❞ 36. ❝ I was going to warm my hands by the fireplace, but you’re much hotter ! ❞ 37. ❝ Do you like the song “Jingle Bells” ? Because we could go all the way... ❞ 38. ❝ Are you looking for a tree topper ? Because I’ve been told I’m a star on top. ❞ 39. ❝ I just got some mistletoe. How about we go back to my place and try it out ? ❞ 40. ❝ I’m not Santa, but do you want to sit on my lap and tell me what you want this Christmas ? ❞

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 1 year

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Kinktober 2022 - Day 30

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Jealous!Fem!Reader

Kink: Daddy Kink

Words: 1.4k

Summary: You know Bucky is friendly with everyone but it pisses you off when he leaves you at a party to chat with some girl.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, riding, daddy kink, slight praise kink), a little bit of angst, a bit of insecure feelings, a whole lot of fluff

a/n: Here is Day 30! I’m hoping to finish Day 31 in a bit so look for that one! I hope you enjoy this!

Banner By @vase-of-lilies

You always knew Bucky was a ladies man, you knew he was one in the 40s and now that he got his confidence back, he was quite the charmer. You were his girl and you knew no matter what you would be his but you still can’t help that little bit of jealousy when he’s charming to another woman or she flirts with him and he entertains them. You knew at the end of the day, he would come back to you but you wanted him to be with you always.

You sighed as you watched him talk to one of the new recruits at one of Tony’s parties that he held for the new recruits. You sipped on your cosmo as you leaned on your palm and you watched the girl laugh at something Bucky said and she slapped his shoulder playfully with a flirty glint in her eyes, making you clench your teeth. You stood up and finished the rest of your drink before walking up to the bar where Bucky and the woman were and you ordered a new drink.

Bucky heard your voice and he turned to you with a bright smile but it dimmed as he saw the hurt look in your eyes. He hated that look, he hated it even more knowing that he was the one to cause it. He turned to the woman and told her to give him a minute alone with you. She scoffed before walking away and Bucky gently took your arm. “Honey? What’s wrong?” Bucky asked you as he pressed himself against your back with one arm around your waist.

You scoffed as you sipped your drink, “Like you care. Why don't you find that woman, it seems like you’re more interested in her.” You shrugged with a defensive tone using a shield to mask your hurt.

He sighed as he rested his head against your shoulder. “Is that what’s going on?” He asked softly as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Doll, you know I’m just being friendly. You’ll always be my girl.” He smiled but frowned when you pulled away and turned to look at him.

“Really? If that was true then you'd be spending time with me instead of every bimbo that talks to you. You want me to be your girl, then put in some fucking effort.” You growled before you stepped away and stormed out of the dance hall and you walked outside and sighed at the cool fresh air. You let a tear slip down your cheek with a quiet sniffle and you quickly wiped it away and you sighed shakily.

Bucky followed you outside and he sighed as he saw you wipe your tears away and he walked up behind you. “Doll, I didn’t know how you felt.” He whispered to you as he placed his hands on your hips. “I swear, you’re my only. My end of the line. I won’t leave your side again.” He promised as he rested his chin on the top of your head. You leaned against his chest, letting out a quiet sigh and you gently took his hand as you turned around.

“Promise? You promise me that you’ll stay with me during every party or every night out?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He smiled and ducked down to kiss your lips softly. “I promise.” He whispered against your lips and he picked you up. “I’m so sorry for leaving you.” He sighed as he kissed you deeper. “Let me make it up to you. Let daddy make it better.” He whispered quietly as he carried you to the car and he opened the back door. He laid you down in the back and he climbed in with you and you laid over your body.

You ran your fingers through his hair with a smile and you leaned up to kiss his lips softly. His hands went down to hike up your skirt and he pulled your legs up to wrap around his waist. He kissed back deeply as he pulled down your lace panties and you gasped as the cool air hit your soaked folds. He pulled away to kiss down your neck and to your chest and he slid his hands under your back to unzip your dress. He gently pulled down your dress to leave you bare and you smiled up at him.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I love your little body.” He whispered to you as he leaned down to press soft kisses to your bare chest. He wrapped his lips around your nipple and circled his tongue around your bud as it peaked up against his lips. His hands rubbed up and down your sides and your hips and he moved down your bare chest and sucked on your soft skin, leaving little bruises all over your torso.

“Want you, daddy. Need you.” You whined softly as you ran your fingers through his hair. “P-please?” You whimpered quietly as you pulled his head down to your cunt.

He smirked at you and he moved down to your bare pussy and he started licking in between your folds. His hands moved up to caress your inner thighs and he pushed them up as he started licking into you. “You taste so fucking good. So sweet.” He purred against your folds making you keen softly as your hips bucked up against his face. You moaned softly as you sank into the seat, the cool material cooling your warm skin making you sigh softly.

“Mm, daddy, you feel so fucking good.” You whined quietly as you tugged him closer to your cunt. He groaned as you tugged on his hair and he sucked on your clit making your walls pulse around nothing. He moved his hand up to tease your hole with the tips of his two fingers before sliding them into your pussy.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart. Love your tight little pussy. So wet and ready for my cock.” Bucky groaned against your clit and he curled up his fingers to brush against your sweet spot. You moaned as your eyes rolled back into your head and you tugged him closer. “Good girl. Being so good for daddy.” He smirked as he continued to suck on your clit as his fingers moved in and out of your pussy faster.

“T-thank you, daddy.” You whined as you grinded down on his face and hand as he suckled on your clit harder. “M’so close. C-can I cum, daddy?” You asked with a loud moan and you arched against his fingers.

“Cum for daddy, doll. You can cum as much as you want, let daddy make it up to you.” He purred against you as he moved his fingers faster and deeper in your clenching cunt. Your thighs shook as his fingers rubbed your sweet spot and you came hard on his fingers, your walls throbbing and quivering around him. He prolonged your orgasm as he sucked on your little bud while moving his fingers deeper in you. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and sucked your juices off with a groan at your taste and he pulled back with a lust filled look in his eyes. He unbuckled his pants and yanked them off then his shirt and jacket before he laid back on the car seat and took your hand gently. “Come ride daddy, sweetheart. Want you to use me for your pleasure.”

You blushed and smiled as you climbed onto his lap and you gently grabbed his cock and stroked him a few times slowly making him groan and toss his head back. You smiled before you sat up on your knees and you lined him up to your cunt before slowly sinking down on him. “Mm, so big!” You squeaked with a moan as you felt his large cock fill you up. You placed your hands on his pecs as his hands went to your hips and you started to slowly move up and down on his cock after you had time to adjust. You two let out moans, whines, and groans at the pleasure that coursed through you two. He held your hips tight as your movements became faster and more frantic as your orgasm built in your lower belly. “Daddy! So, so good!” You cried as he spanked your ass which had you crashing over the edge and you came hard on his cock. Your thighs shook as you started squirting on his cock and his chest.

“That’s it, baby doll. Feels so fucking good.” He groaned as he spanked you again before he flipped you two over and continued to thrust into your pulsing cunt. “Gonna show you that there’s no reason to be jealous. You’re mine and I’m yours, pretty girl.”

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Not Just a Game

Fives/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 26 of 31

Words: 2,921

Summary: The two of you are always flirting, but you’re sure it’s all just in good fun. So when you overhear Fives tell Kix that he doesn’t feel anything for you, it hurts you more than you want to admit. Luckily, that wasn’t the real truth, it just takes you a little while to get there.

Note: this is definitely the longest fictober fic, and one that got away from me the most, as it started with a completely different plan then where it ended. but no matter what it was supposed to be, i hope you enjoy it :)

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You were no Jedi, but you didn’t need to turn around to know who was currently standing behind you, signature smirk clearly present even though you couldn’t see his face. “What do you want, Fives?” you asked as you continued to fiddle with the upper panel of the gunship.

“Oh don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.”

“Who knew that my ass in a baggy jumpsuit is all it would take to get you going?” you called down to him, playfully rolling your eyes to yourself. “Come on, I thought you were better than that.”

“Usually I am, but you’re kind of irresistible.”

That earned another private eye roll from you. For the past few months, you and Fives have been locked in what you called a war of flirtation. Every time you interacted, this is how it went, and if you were being honest, you enjoyed it. Working as a mechanic for the GAR often meant pulling off miracles on a daily basis and dealing with the craziest things life could throw at you, so this kind of joking and challenging with someone else was fun. It certainly helped that Fives was very attractive, even if you would never admit that out loud.

“Really? You seem to be doing just fine resisting me,” you responded. For as flirty as Fives was, you almost expected more from him (that you wouldn’t have turned down, if you were being honest). “I’ve already informed you that you’re welcome in my quarters at night. If you’re not going to take me up on the offer at least let me know so I can find someone who will, it really does get lonely sometimes.”

Still looking up at the panel you were fixing, you could have sworn you heard something clatter to the ground, as if Fives had dropped whatever he was holding. Okay, maybe that comment was a little more incendiary than usual, but last week you had made an offhand comment about spending the night with him. “Are you sure you could handle me?” he asked, and you almost missed the way his voice caught on the first word.

You finally stepped down the ladder with a smirk on your face, coming face to face with the trooper. “I think the real question is are you sure you could handle me?” you asked, winking at him before walking out of the room. You had to check with General Skywalker about one of the ship’s specifications, and it presented the perfect opportunity to leave Fives there, his mouth wide open. Anyone with eyes would say that you won this round.

There was a voice that nagged at the back of your mind, the same piece of you that actually felt the things you were saying to him. Yes, this was part of an act, one that you both put on to mess with each other, but in reality, you really liked him. Unfortunately, there was nothing that he had said or did that made you think he was doing this for any other reason than to “win” whatever game you two were playing, so you had to push your feelings to the side.

***

For a good minute or two after you left the room he stood there, unable to pick his jaw up off the floor. You were going to be the death of him, but he already knew that if he got the chance to kiss you at least once before he went, he could die a happy man.

He was acutely aware of the disadvantage he was in when it came to the little game you two played: the fact that he was head over heels in love with you made it much more likely that he would snap first, and you didn’t seem to have to worry about that. He didn’t think you were leading him on, rather that there was an unspoken agreement in the air that all this flirting was just that, flirting, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t affected by it.

Today was worse than most days. He had been holding a datapad when he approached you, one that was now slightly broken thanks to the fact that he dropped it on the ground when you made a comment about being lonely in your quarters. It didn’t help that you then implied you would find someone else if he wasn’t willing, when in reality he would do anything you asked him right then and there. The rational part of his brain knew that none of your words held any water, and that if he did actually show up to your quarters at night it would probably cross some unspoken line, but that didn’t stop him from dreaming about what it would be like to kiss and hold you.

His brothers thought he was ridiculous for all this, he was well aware of that. As much as he tried to deny it any time one of them talked about how he was in love with you, Fives knew it was fruitless. On more than one occasion Echo had jokingly mentioned how annoying you and him were and how he should just ask you out already, and Dogma just rolled his eyes when he was unlucky enough to be present for one of your exchanges.

“Just admit to the fact that you’re in love with the girl, it would be easier for everyone involved,” Kix said, stepping into the room to see Fives staring at the ship you had just been working on, still trying to come to terms with your previous conversation. “And maybe some of that flirting could be real, and not just this elaborate game the two of you are always playing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Fives said, pulling himself together to try and not look completely lovestruck in front of the medic. He knew that denying his feelings was futile at this point, but he was nothing if not stubborn, and he was going to keep doing it until they left him alone to pine in peace. “None of our flirting means anything, it’s just for fun.”

“Are you sure you don’t have any underlying feelings? It’s not fair to string people along like this you know.”

“Kix, I’m sure about what I feel. Stop trying to see things that aren’t there, it just causes problems.”

Fives watched as his brother sighed, clearly not in the mood to try and push this further. He just shook his head, muttering something about how things would be so much easier for everyone if they just admitted their feelings, and left. Fives stood there for a moment longer before leaving the room himself, and no matter what he tried to think about, his brain always kept returning to you.

***

You had caught the tail end of a conversation between Kix and Fives, and you had to take a deep breath to avoid letting your emotions show too much. It wasn’t even the fact that Fives denied having feelings for you in the first place, it was how vehemently he did so. Clearly your original assumption was right, that this all was just a game for him. There was a tiny piece of you that hoped you were both feeling something more for each other, but that dream was now squashed on the floor in front of you.

Stop trying to see things that aren’t there, it only causes problems.

The worst part is the fact that there was no one to blame but yourself. He had never done or said anything, even in his relentless flirtation, that implied that what was happening between you was anything more than a game, you were just the sorry soul who let your feelings get in the way of things.

You managed to duck around a corner as Fives exited the room, as you didn’t want him to see the way you looked utterly defeated right now. And as you headed back to start working on the gunship once more, you had to keep yourself from thinking about him, because it hurt too much.

It wasn’t the best idea, but somehow your brain decided that the thing that you needed to do in order to move on from Fives is flirt with other people on the base. Maybe you thought that by recreating that kind of flirtatious tension with someone else, you could prove to yourself that you weren’t actually feeling anything for Fives. Somewhere deep down, you knew that this was a bad idea, but the enticing relief from your current heartache and the temptation of being able to move on made you ignore that nagging voice in your head.

Out of the rest of the clones you were friends with, Jesse was the flirtiest. He occasionally would make silly comments and you would respond, but it was never to the degree that you and Fives were at. However, it did mean that it wasn’t too odd for everyone else when you started flirting more with Jesse, and it wasn’t weird for him to flirt back.

“Good afternoon gorgeous,” you said to as you walked into the mess hall and brushed a hand over his shoulder as you passed by where he was sitting. “We’re still on for 79’s tomorrow night, right?”

At your words, it was like every other trooper in the general vicinity paused to listen to the response. Fives was sitting just a few seats away, and it took everything you had not to turn your gaze and look at him. “Of course cyar’ika,” was Jesse’s response. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

“Good,” you responded, winking and smiling brightly at him. “Can’t wait.”

You walked off to get your food, ignoring the sound of someone’s silverware clattering against their tray. Hoping it was Fives, you snuck a look back when you could do so nonchalantly, and to your delight, you had been right. You had to turn away before you could really get a good look at his face, but you could tell that he wasn’t happy.

Jesse had figured out that something was different about you right away once you had started to flirt more with him and not Fives, and he had pulled you aside to ask if you were okay. He had barely finished the question when the floodgates opened, and you ended up spilling everything to Jesse about how you felt and what you overheard Fives and Kix saying. You half expected him to just leave you sniffling on the floor of the empty room you were sitting in, but he stayed, offering comfort however he could.

It was Jesse’s idea to really take the flirting up to the next level, and the two of you made plans to get drinks at 79’s while you were planetside for leave. You were both well aware that it wasn’t a date, but no one else on the ship knew anything. As you walked back towards the table with your food, you could see Fives staring, an annoyed look on his face.

“Something the matter, vod?” Kix asked Fives as you sat down next to Jesse. You would be willing to bet that the medic had at least figured out that something was up by now, even if he didn’t have the whole story.

You kept your eyes on your food as you listened intently for the response. “No,” Fives said quietly. “Just zoned out for a second there.”

***

Fives was not happy about the situation.

He was sitting at one end of a large booth, trying not to stare at you and Jesse at the other end, your heads together in private conversation. He couldn’t help the jealousy that bubbled and festered in his stomach, but there was no way he could escape the sight. Even when he had gotten up to get a drink, he still saw you in his mind’s eye, and it was driving him crazy.

Maybe he could have tried to make you jealous if he found someone else here, but the sour expression on his face and the angry way he held himself had so far repelled any potential options.

After this third drink, that anger turned to melancholy. There was no one at fault here, you had simply found someone who you actually wanted to be with, and therefore the little game you played with him had to end. When you had walked by them in the mess hall, that was the first time his jealousy made an appearance. You called Jesse gorgeous, he called you cyar’ika. He wanted to get up and leave right there, so he didn’t have to sit there and watch his brother flirt with the woman he was in love with. But unfortunately that would have raised too many questions, so he had to sit at the table and pretend like he was anywhere else but there.

Halfway through the night, the booth was mostly empty. Most of his brothers had gone to either hang out on the dance floor, or they had spotted troopers from other battalions they wanted to catch up with. You and Jesse had danced for a little bit, then you had returned to sit down while Jesse was waved over to greet some of the troopers from the 212th.

Now it was just the two of you sitting at the booth, and it was awkward. You had tried to fill the silence with some small talk, but after his terse and clipped answers the first few times, the river of conversation ran dry.

Finally, you broke the silence once more, pulling Fives from his silent pity-party. “Do you want another drink?”

“What”

“Do you want another drink?”

“No, I’m fine.” His response was short and to the point, and he expected the conversation to end there as you got up to retrieve your next cocktail.

What he didn’t expect though, was for you to challenge him a little. “Did I do something to you?” You sounded hurt, and immediately he started regretted the way his jealousy was making him act.

“No, I’m just not having a great few days,” he said quietly, turning so that he didn’t meet your gaze. You had moved to sit directly next to him, so it was fruitless trying to ignore you. “It’s nothing you did.”

“Are you sure I didn’t do anything?” you asked. “Because I feel like you’ve been perfectly fine to everyone else except for me, and I don’t get why.”

It was his liquor loosened lips that finally betrayed his feelings as he turned back to face you. “I just have to get used to seeing you and Jesse together, that’s all.”

That was it, the tooka was out of the bag now. However, you didn’t seem to get what he was saying. “What do you mean? Jesse and I aren’t together.”

“But he called you-”

“How many times have you called me something like that during one of our exchanges?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

Okay, maybe you had a point there. Although he had never called you any kind of endearing nickname in Mando’a, it was not because he didn’t want to. That was the only way he could think of to keep some kind of distance between you and him, because he knew that if he had started calling you cyare, your flirting would only become more real to him. Unfortunately, he had failed in not letting it become real anyway.

“Is that why you’ve started avoiding me? Because you thought Jesse and I were together?” you asked, and he had no choice but to nod.

“Why did you pull away from me then?”

Your face changed immediately as you spoke, a flash of anger crossing your features. “Because I heard you tell Kix to stop seeing things that weren’t there!” you said, clearly trying to hold back a tear or two. “And I had just realized that maybe I felt something for you that wasn’t friendship, but clearly you were never going to feel the same way.”

It wasn’t the best idea, but Fives couldn’t help the way he surged forward. Now your faces were just inches apart, and he realized what he had just did. “I’ve been in love with you since you first flirted with me,” he admitted softly, hoping that you didn’t shrink back from him right now. “I was just tired of my brothers bothering me about it, so I lied.”

“Fives,” your voice was the sweetest thing he had ever heard, and you didn’t pull away.

“Cyar’ika,” he responded. “Can I please kiss you?” You just nodded, and Fives pressed his lips to yours.

It was everything he had ever dreamed of and more.

***

Across the bar, Waxer had glanced at the booth that the 501st had previously occupied, eyes widening when he realized what was happening at the moment. “Jesse,” he said gently. “I think Fives is trying to make a move on your date.”

Jesse turned to look over to where you and Fives were engaged in a rather public kiss (though he might call it a make out session himself). “Finally,” he muttered to himself. “Kix better be prepared to pay up.”

Waxer opened his mouth to ask what that meant, but then quickly closed it before he could say anything. He, and the rest of his battalion knew that when it came to the the craziness of the 501st, sometimes it was easier not to ask.

- the end -

#ghostofskywalker.fictober #fives x reader #fives #arc trooper fives x reader #fives x you #arc trooper fives x you #clone trooper x reader #clone wars fanfiction #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader

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Title: The Things We Leave behind

Author: Briston

Artist: Merv (fruitmixtape)

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean/Cas

Length: 52000

Warnings: minor character death, discussion of historical child abuse, substance use disorder.

Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Divorce Arc, Bad Parent John Winchester, Alcohol Abuse, Rehab, Discussion of Cheating, Alcoholic Dean Winchester, Recovering Alcoholic Dean Winchester

Posting Date: October 31, 2023

Summary: Cas has been getting progressively worried about Dean’s drinking for a while but mentioning it only causes tension in their marriage. The sudden death of Dean’s father brings everything to the breaking point. After a particularly bad fight, his husband seeks solace in whiskey and flirty women in the aftermath. When Cas finds out, he decides he’s had his fill, packs his bags, and leaves. Sam lives in California and has built a career as a well respected addictions counselor. When Cas calls to tell him that Dean is missing on a bender and their marriage is likely over, he drops everything to come to Kansas to find his brother. Dean clearly needs help. Sam convinces him to go with him to California and go through a rehab program. Dean only agrees because Cas refuses to have anything to do with him unless he stops drinking permanently. If he can't, their marriage is finished. Along the way, Sam and Dean discover that their father left them with more than just painful memories of a traumatic childhood. Their half-brother Adam might be exactly who they need to help pull all the fractured pieces together. Cas is giving Dean one last chance to turn things around. Nothing is easy, but maybe it’s still worth fighting for.

Excerpt: “You know the only difference that would have made was that you would be as miserable as he was.” Cas grabbed both of their toothbrushes and toothpaste from the ensuite bathroom, tossing Dean’s his way. “I could’ve tried harder to get him to quit, go to rehab or something.” The toiletries went in the bag with some deodorant, a flannel, and some denim. He shot Cas a dirty look when he heard him huff in exasperation. “How many times did you ask him to quit? Remember when Sam flew in for an intervention? He’s a professional addictions counselor and the only thing that happened was that Sam flew home with a black eye and a refusal to ever come back.” “That’s just because they’re too much alike and can’t stop themselves from fighting.” Dean was starting to raise his voice. Cas wasn’t having any of it. “No,” he knew he sounded snarky as shit but was so very tired of having the same argument about John Winchester’s parenting skills. “It’s because your father is a narcissistic asshole with undiagnosed mental health issues that he self-medicates with whiskey.” Dean walked around the bed to where Cas was and grabbed his arm. The grip wasn’t rough but it wasn’t gentle either. His green eyes were anguished and pleading. “Don’t say that, he could be dying right now.” Somewhere deep down Cas knew he should be feeling guilty about just how little empathy he had for John right then. He’d feel more compassion for a complete stranger than he did for the man who had hurt Dean again and again, both as a child and as an adult. He felt a small flash of resentment at having to defend Dean from his own negative thinking. “It was always going to be this way with him, Dean. Every counselor you’ve ever had has told you the same thing for years. You are not responsible for fixing him. Don’t kill yourself trying to be accepted by someone who doesn’t even deserve you.”

DCBB 2023 Posting Schedule

#dcbb 2023 #fic preview #2023 promo #deancas #destiel

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faithinlouisfuture · 1 year

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Popbase really is doing a lot because they know. They know Louies - and anti-louis swamp monsters - give a lot of engagement. BTS fans are a fandom who will actually engage with this because they love their artist and engage a lot (they’re another toxic fandom though, I once tried to be a part of it but the fans had too much hatred for other kpop groups and idols and just other singers in general) and there will of course be Louis antis voting too. One thing they can count on is the fandoms for certain artists being actively engaged and the count on it. The first one, alphabetical but now it’s definitely calculated for them to get engagement

not to sound geriatric but I hate this concept of “antis” it’s so *full body cringe*

why are you making the fact that you hate someone (for whatever reason) your whole personality?!? like how pathetic do you have to be? focus on the things you love instead, stop comparing, stay in your own lane, it’s not that hard!

any way! half an hour till our thirty and flirty boo turns 31! we’ve got way too many reasons to celebrate, ain’t nobody got time for the negativity. I’m looking forward to all the beautiful birthday edits 😊

#anon #the flirty one turns 31 #can’t wait to post mine too 😆

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promptful · 1 year

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Could you do some detective x theif prompts?

Here you are!

Detective x Thief Prompts

WARNINGS: Implied violence. Suggestive themes. Stealing??

DIALOGUE:

1) “Is this a game to you?”

2) “Let’s make this fun, shall we?”

3) “A clue for a kiss.”

4) “You can’t run forever.”

5) “Give it back.”

6) “People were hospitalized because of last night..” “I… didn’t want that.”

7) “I get it—you don’t care about what happens after you’re gone. But I have to deal with it.”

8) “What—so this was all fake?”

9) “You’ve been lying to me all this time…”

10) “I meant to steal your keys, but I think you stole my heart.” (CHEESY)

11) “Leave town and don’t come back.”

12) “I’d leave it all behind for you.”

13) “I won’t turn ‘good’ for you!”

14) “Really should up the security on this place.”

15) “Get out of my house.” “I need to talk to you.” “Then go through the front door.”

16) “I can’t just abandon my job for you.” “Then neither can I.”

17) “If it was a perfect world, I wouldn’t be a thief to begin with.”

18) “I need you to steal something for me.” “How… me-like, Detective.”

19) “At some point, you will steal from the wrong person. After that, there’s nothing I can do to help you.”

20) “You can’t look the other way for me?” “No, not this time.”

21) “Give me the codes, Detective.”

22) “I do love a woman/man in uniform.” “...Is this what you say every time you get arrested?”

23) “Please don’t make me handcuff you to this pole.” “...” “I’m being serious, don’t make me laugh.”

24) “You need me, Detective.”

25) “I don’t need you, Detective. Never have.”

26) “Let me save you.” “I don’t need saving.”

27) “You’ve made it clear that you’ll keep stealing no matter what I do.”

28) “Just forget about me. Go find another detective to goad into your games.”

29) “And if I quit for you?”

30) “If I leave, you won’t see me again.” “Better than arresting you.”

SCENARIOS:

31) The detective handcuffs the thief to a pole, afraid they’ll bolt. Flirty conversations ensue.

32) Terrified of the thief getting hurt, the detective tries to convince them to quit their job.

33) After the thief stole a valuable artifact, the detective fumed. Trying to make it up, the thief returns what they stole and tries apologizing.

34) In the aftermath of their robbery, people were hurt. The detective doesn’t understand that the thief feels an immense amount of guilt.

35) Throughout their short relationship, the detective thought the thief was just a civilian. It turns out that they just want one of the detective’s belongings.

36) Trying to chase after the thief, the detective gets hurt. The thief breaks into their hospital room with chocolate and flowers.

37) The thief crashes in the detective’s apartment after a joint attack on a much stronger group of criminals. From here, the detective feels a conflict of feelings and duty to their job.

38) Narrowly escaping with their life, the thief agrees to leave town and never return. The detective, while the originator of that idea, doesn’t know how to cope.

39) They face a stronger enemy together and learn how easily they work together. Fluid like water.

40) Both the thief and the police department come to an agreement: the thief will quit their job and instead work for the police department. A great outcome, except the detective can’t go two seconds without being flirted with.

#story prompts #prompt #thief x detective #prompt list #writing prompts #otp prompts #writeblr #creative writing #story prompt #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #fanfiction prompts #dialogue starters #blahpanblah #p.#as.

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ateez-himari · 8 months

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Romantic Relationships

"Everyday and night I'm gon' chase you...I'm in love."

.......

ONEUS - Leedo (January 17, 2019 - January 31, 2021)

They met pre-debut when she accompanied Hongjoong to a single day song production seminar during which she recognized Leedo to be the latest member of RBW Boyz. Seeing as she was much too shy to approach him, the rapper made the first move and began talking about how he had watched the KQ Fellaz performance video and liked the energy behind her dancing, leading the two to talk for quite some time before Hongjoong dragged her back to the studio.

Since the two had exchanged numbers before their conversation was cut off, they began texting almost every day and quickly grew very close to the point where they took every opportunity possible to spend time together. Around a week after ONEUS had made their debut Leedo decided to confess to the her, a confession she was hesitant to respond to since she was worried about what would happen to them were they to get caught, but due to how strong her feelings for him had become she

accepted. The rapper took great care to not make a single mistake that would draw suspicion to them as to ease her worries which led to their only shipping instance being during the 412th episode of Weekly Idol where the two had gotten slightly too flirty. Since their fandoms had little interaction between them, the couple was able to constantly wear matching jewelry and Leedo was even able to lend her some clothes without people making the connection.

Unfortunately with ATEEZ quickly rising in popularity her schedule became much too hectic for them to keep seeing each other so they reluctantly agreed to break off their relationship and see what the future holds for them. Despite their separation there are no hard feelings between the two and they are still in contact to this day as they knew it was simply due to their line of work and not the other's loss of interest. For a long while they hoped that the other would reach out to mend their relationship back together yet neither made the first move as they did not want to burden the other with the weight of hiding their relationship.

.......

ATEEZ - Mingi (February 25, 2022 - Present Day)

The two were already relatively close to one another but they grew even more so after the rapper came back from his hiatus, though any romantic possibilities were pushed aside due to the fact that they had been nothing more than friends for around 4 years. One particular night however caution was thrown to the wind when Mingi came into the studio late to find her relentlessly working, his worries turning into their first kiss. At first neither dared to talk about what had happened let alone take part in any sort of skin-ship with each other yet the more time passed, the more unbearable the tension between them grew until one night after a drinking party with the members she ended up blurting her feelings out to him as he was bringing her to her bed. The next morning while the two were on a silent walk he finally brought the subject up, explaining her drunken confession and clarifying that he too felt the same way, that he couldn't stand being "just close friends" anymore.

When they officially entered a romantic relationship it seems as though there was more freedom in their skin-ship, though not enough for fans to notice, the rapper leaving his hand on her waist, their hands unconsciously gravitating towards each other or even a simple hug where his hands seemed much more comfortable on the curves of her body. A few slip ups failed to evade the fandom's eyes however such as their near kiss during one of their tour's concerts where the rapper seemingly forgot their relationship had to be hidden, Himari sitting between his legs whilst his hands rested on her thighs during a logbook and even the vocalist's lack of hesitation when she danced against him during the Waterbomb Festival. The borrowed clothes and matching jewelry within casual wear could not slip past their keen sight either, bringing more attention to their ship with most ruling it as the simple fact that they are very close friends like most group members.

#ateez 9th member #ateez au #ateez extra member #ateez female member #ateez imagines #kpop oc

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sonderessence · 5 months

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# 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃. december 12th to december 31st.

— now playing . . . after dark by mr. kitty

as the hours pass i will let you know, that i need to ask before i'm alone. how it feels to rest on your patient lips, to eternal bliss i'm so glad to know. ❅⛄✧˖°⛸️･:*:｡

welcome to winter wonderland!! this special will last from dec 1st to dec 17th, along with a special on christmas day & and a new years special on dec 31 at 11:59 EST. here's a cookie before we get started. 🍪 before we take a stroll around the north pole, please take a moment to look at the rules, regulations & things to know !!

→ i'm a minor, so keep that in mind for all the mdni blogs rebloging/liking my content !!

→ don't be weird in my inbox when asking questions about fics/requests !! if you want to be an annon just let me know and you can pick an emoji !!

→ there will be some nsfw as well as sfw so keep that in mindddd !!

→ all of the readers or y/n's are female !!

→ some of these fics aren't "winter inspired" per say.

DECEMBER 12th. blood stains. vi.

→ SYNOPSIS. you told her not to fight, and she came home with more bruises for you.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff & angst, mentions of blood.

DECEMBER 14th. saturday night wrist. satoru gojo. ( late. )

→ SYNOPSIS. your best friend satoru knows how you get when you're drunk, but he still agrees to join you in a christmas celebration. an innocent friends night turns into a love confession.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. a bit suggestive, friends with benefits/ friends to lovers.

DECEMBER 16th. self portrait. ellie williams. ( canceled. )

→ SYNOPSIS. you artist girlfriend loves to use you as inspiration for her art.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. smut!! making out, wlw, mentions of a strap, pet names (baby, doll, ect) :3

DECEMBER 19th. lovesick. ellie williams. (late. )

→ SYNOPSIS. you haven't seen your girlfriend in months since you moved to new york. video calls & texts aren't nearly as good as being in the warm embrace of ellie. so it surprises you when you open the door to be greeted by your dark auburn-haired girlfriend on christmas day.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff, fluff, fluf!! ellie being a lovesick looser, just two cuties in love 💌

DECEMBER 21nd. your face. geto suguru. ( late. )

→ SYNOPSIS. you and geto have been friends since you two were children, and you two have grown pretty close in the passing years; but geto realizes that he does want to be just friends with you, but his time to confess is running low when new years comes around the corner.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff!! confessions, hella cheesy 😭

DECEMBER 23th. blade of death. vi.

→ SYNOPSIS. you and vi hate each other, right...?

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff!! enemies to lovers, vi is flirty (and annoying 😒) asf, fluff :3

DECEMBER 25th. lavender. satoru gojo.

→ SYNOPSIS. a soft winter morning with your husband & children

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff!!

DECEMBER 27th. twenty first lane. katsuki bakugo. ( canceled. )

→ SYNOPSIS. you love getting on your "best friend's" nerves.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff!! enemies to lovers because kat fits that trope 😌

DECEMBER 29th. obsessed. aki hayakawa.

→ SYNOPSIS. aki, a stotic cold man, becomes softer after meeting you at your small coffee shop.

→ CONTAINS / WARNINGS. fluff!! long ass fic cuz i got carried away...😭🙏🏾there will be some parts with smut & a one night stand typa thing.

DECEMBER 31st. new years kiss special. w/ any character of your choice!

→ SYNOPSIS. send any new years kiss requests with any character from the 12th to the 31st !!

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masterangst · 7 months

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Be Worth Something

Summary: Tav (named Axel) gives Astarion a present, and Astarion sucks it up and returns the kindness by learning to comfort someone else.

Pairing: Astarion × Tav (MxM)

Words: 4.4K

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, a bit unedited

A/N: This is a bit self indulgent. Just a scene I imagined occurring between Astarion and my Tav sometime in Act 3 after Cazador. Also this is for Whump October (it's October somewhere).

No. 31: Emptiness | Setbacks | Take it easy

Gortash was dead. Cazador was dead.

The band of weirdos were getting closer and closer to confronting the source of the little creatures taking their brains for a ride. Everyone agrees it's a good idea to rid themselves of the problem. Astarion would agree as well. He had no interest in becoming a mind flayer. He had his body taken from him once, sure to the hells was not going to let that happen again.

However, unlike the others. Astarion would not be set completely free. Each day felt like a ticking clock towards his shackles back to the shadows and good gods did that not fill him with dread.

"Astarion, freetra starta den lun." Axel's deep voice cuts through the thoughts in Astarion's head. The ranger waits for Astarion's red eyes to meet his piercing gray ones before he smiles warmly. "I have a surprise for you."

Catching himself, Astarion performs a smile. "A surprise? For me?" He clicks his tongue, pretending to be shocked. "How adorably sweet of you."

Axel's chest rumbles with a stifled laugh. "Well, what can I say," Axel's calloused hand guides Astarion's to his soft lips, his eyes looking longingly into Astarion's, "I love to spoil you." If Astarion's heart could still beat, he's sure it would have skipped one.

He had confessed his love for the leader of their group. For the one who had stuck with him no matter what. The stubborn and goofy man who loved the color blue so he made his entire attire blue and somehow made it look good. Astarion told the man he loved him and yet he still is not used to this. Before he would throw back some flirty banter and try not to think about it, but Astarion promised himself he would try harder for Axel. That he would try his hardest to be more genuine.

He still doesn't know what he's doing.

"Is it an excuse for me to not attend this event?" Astarion asks as Axel drags him away and up the stairs of the Elfsong.

Axel smirks over his shoulder, "Oh, yes."

Astarion can't help but smirk back, "My, aren't you a playful little mouse."

Axel snorts with a scoff. "I like to think I'm more of a wolf."

"Don't go telling that to Shadowheart, darling."

Axel stops outside an unfamiliar door and spins on his heels to face Astarion. There is a devilish look on his face. One that intrigues Astarion, and makes him nervous.

"Close your eyes, Starta." Again with that name. A common thing the man likes to call him. The phrase, freetra starta den Lun, has been Axel's version of "darling" it seems. Frustrating considering Astarion has no idea what it means.

With a huff, Astarion does as he is told like a good boy. "If you are leading me to my ultimate death, this is quite an inconvenient time for it."

"Is there a convenient time to get murdered?" The sound of the door creaks open. The faint aromas of lavender, mint, and roses fill the moist air. There's a heat radiating from the side of the room and Astarion knows what is waiting for him before he even opens his eyes.

"You can open your eyes now." A steaming tub of freshly poured water, lined with books, wine, flowers and various soaps presents themselves to him.

The quip dies on Astarion's tongue, like a rat caught in a trap. Instead his expression turns to confusion. "What is this?"

Axel smiles, "I thought you might enjoy some peace and quiet instead of loud drinking. So I found some books for you. I'm not sure if you'd like them, but then I wasn't sure what you might want. I also bought some soaps for ya, I noticed you liked more earthy, flowery smells, so I picked out some of those. I hope you like one of them."

Astarion cups his lover's warm cheek, smiling at the way the otherwise stoic and few words man rambles when he gets nervous. Can hear the way Axel's heart pounds in his chest. Worry plaguing his features. How could he be so worried about something so thoughtful? Did he think Astarion would hate this gift?

"This is too kind." This is true. Axel was always too kind to Astarion. It twisted his insides more than a knife ever could.

To think. Astarion would get his revenge, walk in the sun, and be gifted a man who wanted nothing from him other than Astarion to be happy. He didn't believe such a person existed until Axel.

Axel's features relax and he leans in to press a short kiss to Astarion's lips. When he pulls away Astarion's stomach tightens in anticipation. A gross part of himself awaits for something. He tries to convince himself he doesn't know what it is, but Astarion does. He told Axel he loved him, but has yet to hear the half-elf say it back. Astarion hates how desperate he is to hear it. When was the last time someone said it to him and meant it? Said it not in post ecstasy?

"Not really." Axel shrugs nonchalantly on purpose to tease him specifically. Astarion pouts and drops his hand.

Axel chuckles and cups Astarion's cheeks, "Enjoy yourself. If you need anything…well better tell me now because I'll be downstairs." Axel grins, probably believing he's the funniest man to walk Faerun.

It isn't until Axel steps past Astarion does he realize what the man said. "You aren't staying?"

"I promised Haslin I'd best him in drinking. I can't let him down."

Astarion scoffs and shakes his head. "Wouldn't it be more fun?" Astarion tries again, gesturing towards the tub as he backs away with a button already off his coat.

Axel's eyes roam Astarion's body with appreciation, before stopping at his eyes with warmth. "This is your relaxation, meg louvè. Enjoy it." With that Axel slips out the room, leaving Astarion alone.

Astarion scowls at the romantic display, nauseated even. All of this and just for him and him alone? He could trick himself into thinking he was royalty if it wasn't for the distant roar of the people a floor below.

Astarion sighs and tears his armor off him and chucks it into the corner. His previous thoughts sour the relaxation he's meant to feel when he enters the tub. This act is just another reason why the upcoming battle terrifies him. He already can't offer anything to Axel, but to add in not being able to walk alongside him in the sun? To force Axel to walk the shadows as Astarion will; and soon.

Astarion sighs and eases into the tub. He scans the array of options and lands on lavender and smiles. Sometimes I can't tell if I hate that man or love him.

….

Time was lost on Astarion. He soaked in the tub until he was practically the same temperature as a human and then until the water was cold. He moved on to drying off and laying on the luxury bed with a book in hand. Flipped through some of that until the noise downstairs turned into a stampede of wild animals, shaking the very bed itself.

Curiosity tugged at his skin. Despite his best effort he couldn't stop himself from wondering what fun the others could be having. Drinking, partying, letting the atmosphere carry away your burdens. Astarion isn't a virgin to the wild of a late night tavern, but he can't remember a time he partaken without the heavy dread of knowing it would lead to the demise of some poor fool wanting to use him for temporary bliss.

This time would be different. Cazador is dead.

It was a fact that still felt so foreign.

Besides, he's bored.

Astarion freshens up and strides downstairs to meet the excitable crowd head on. Elfsong was one of Astarion's prowl sites, but he never saw the tavern quite like this. The room stunk with the smell of beer, sweat, and weirdly blood. The closer he got to the center of the mass, the more he began to recognize one source of it. The familiar sweetness from his tasty treat himself, Axel.

The ranger's face was cut on the arch of his brow. Blood had dried where it streamed down the side of his face. His lip was split and his chin bruised, but Axel still wore a beaming smile on his face.

"You're alone for five minutes and already got yourself in trouble." Astarion clicks his tongue. "Quite embarrassing, darling."

Axel holds up a finger to silence Astarion, his movements sluggish. "Don't flirt with me. I'm taken." His voice is quite clear for a man clearly drunk. Axel doesn't seem to notice it's Astarion he's speaking to either, the man's eyes are too focused on the men arm wrestling in the corner. Something stirred inside Astarion's undead heart. Taken. Astarion quite likes the sound of that.

Astarion flashes his signature grin. "Darling, do you not even recognize your own lover? I feel I should be sad?" He fakes a pout.

Astarion's chest squeezes an unbearable amount of feeling into him the moment Axel's eyes immediately melt into complete admiration when he turns and looks at Astarion. Has any creature in existence ever been gazed upon with such purity, such love and adoration? Clerics live to serve their gods they have chosen. They devote themselves completely to their god, body and soul. But is this what the gods feel when their devotees look to them. When they are prayed to? Or are they not nearly as lucky? Astarion turned down being a god in favor of being his pathetic self, but in that tiny moment he imagines he must have been one.

Axel places his hands over his heart, his face screwed up in agonizing fondness. "Oh, Astarion. Meg Starta. How beautiful you look in this lighting." There's a lightness in Axel's voice that's not normally there, his breath reeking of ale. Astarion grimaces, but he can't say he doesn't enjoy the peppered kisses Axel gives his face.

"You may want to take him upstairs." Wyll whispers into Astarion's ear from behind. Axel gets distracted by Haslin, joining the large man at the bar like a moth to a flame.

"He seems to still be enjoying himself." Astarion shrugs, his face plastered with a sly smile.

Wyll snorts, "That may be the problem my pale friend. He has drank twice as much as any of us and already lost in a boxing match. He might need some rest now." Something on Wylls face makes Astarion squint at him. There is something else the man wants to say to him.

"Is that all?" Astarion raises a brow, trying to hide his curiosity behind a veil of annoyance.

Wyll glances over at Axel and Haslin before lowering his voice so only Astarion could hear. "If I didn't know any better. I'd say Axel was looking forward to losing."

Astarion wanted to scoff. To laugh in Wylls face for such an absurd idea. "The man who refuses to lose to anything? I doubt it, perhaps that last eye of yours is failing you."

Wyll shrugs, "I've seen Axel throw punches. He's not the strongest, but he's quick. He was definitely holding back, even if he is drunk." Wylls face droops into worry. "I'm just saying. Maybe it's best if he lays down. Before he burns himself up."

Astarion was not good at emotions. Whether they be his own or others. He was not like Wyll or Haslin. He's not the best at comforting, but that never stopped him from trying even if it meant for him to fail. He could just play it off as a joke later.

Axel never seemed to need to be comforted. His emotions were held tighter than Astarion's, and if he was feeling something he was very honest and straight-forward with it. Most days, most nights..actually every time it's Axel comforting Astarion. Reassuring him, loving him, comforting him.

Even now, Axel looks happy. His flushed cheeks stained red, but has a lazy smile on his face as Haslin speaks to him. A sudden creeping feeling comes up from the shadows in Astarion's mind. Am I the last to know what's going on with him?

He has seen how close Axel is with Karlach. Had discovered a small bit of details about Axel through her or Haslin more than anything from Axel's mouth himself. A part of him wondered if Axel truly trusted him, surely he must if Axel claims to care for him. Then why hasn't he said I love you back?

The doubt was settling in. Astarion was weak to it at the best of times, why would he expect to be strong to it now. Anytime his self loathing led him down a desolate path, Axel always was there to be a guiding hand back to the light. For now Astarion will push those thoughts away and help his lover to bed like he knows someone much kinder than him would do.

He tugs on Axel's sleeve, perhaps a little too rough as Axel stumbles a bit into Astarion. "Time for bed, my love." Astarion bites back his growing annoyance and keeps up his smile.

Axel groans in protest, like a child whining. "Oh, alright. Whatever you wish." Axel let's Astarion lead him back to the room. Astarion is more than pleased to be away from such pounding noise. He didn't realize how loud it was down there until they reached the tranquil silence of their shared room for the night. Up here Astarion could think more clearly; though he can't tell if that's a good thing or not.

Axel shuffles in behind Astarion, heading straight for the bed and collapsing partly on top without care. Astarion rolls his eyes, "You still have your shoes on you big oaf." Axel only responds with a muffled groan and then silence. He's clearly not asleep.

Astarion huffs and kneels down to yank the boots off himself. He will not have this bed soiled, not when he only gets it once. Axel is lucky he doesn't chop his feet off instead.

Astarion kicks his own off and settles them down nicely by the foot of the bed. He sighs and plops down on the edge besides Axel and crosses his arms over his chest with a pout.

Axel stirs and turns over, glancing at Astarion before sitting up. "You look beautiful tonight."

The irritation Astarion felt eases away slightly at those words. Still, that doesn't stop him from feeling whatever strange concoction was brewing in his chest.

"Flattery won't win you anything tonight, darling."

Axel doesn't acknowledge those words. He rubs his head and winces when he feels the cut above his brow. Astarion's eyes widen for a moment and he sighs as he dampens a towel. Astarion sits by Axel's side and presses the cloth to his lover's face.

Axel doesn't even wince. There's something distant in his eyes. Astarion recognizes that look. He would say he has seen it in the mirror when he sees himself, but Astarion can not see himself anymore. That doesn't stop him from knowing. There was something that Axel said to Astarion once. "I know that look, because I'm familiar with it."

Again, Astarion knows he's not the best when it comes to the nursing part of whatever it is they are. For 200 years he's had no one to nurture him, he has forgotten how those muscles work. But he wants nothing more than to be there the same as Axel has. To provide him with something when all he could think about earlier is how he was lacking in that department. Astarion wanted to see him smile.

"Love, you should be more careful with this pretty face of yours. I'd hate to see it ruined." Astarion purrs.

Axel chuckles and scratches his neck, "Ah, I've been through worse." At least he seems aware enough. Not too far gone it seems, which is good.

Wylls words come back to Astarion and the curiosity eats away at him again. He thinks of how he can spin his words into a pretty picture. Astarion fakes a chuckle and a little wave, "It almost seems like you were trying to lose." Astarion laughs.

Axel snorts and shrugs, "Most times I fight in a bar I lose. That's the point." Darkness is creeping into Axel's eyes. Emptiness like a black void. Astarion is unfamiliar with this Axel. Perhaps even unaware this side of his lover existed. Was this Axel's real self or was it the alcohol making his brain fuzzy and tired? Either way, the confession left Astarion feeling uneasy.

Astarion thought more carefully on how to phrase his words and instead decided to take a page from Axel's (or anyone else's) book and ask, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Axel shook his head, "No." That was his usual response. Axel didn't talk about himself or his past. He told stories of beasts and his brother when the group was around the campfire, but those were adventure stories. Axel revealed his mother was a druid to Haslin and that's the most intimate detail Astarion knows. Other than arbitrary details like favorite places or colors or animals.

Astarion couldn't help the words that flowed out of his mouth. "Why do you not like telling me about yourself?" And just like that, fear gnawed at his stomach. He could only stare at Axel with uncomfortable vulnerability, awaiting for the horrible truth to carve another poem into his back.

Axel suddenly springs up, marching over to the vanity with his fists clenched tightly. "Because I have nothing worth telling. My stories aren't worth telling. I'm not worth knowing!" Axel yells, his face full of fury uncommon on his features. He seems to catch his temper and sighs as his body relaxes just enough to calm his voice. "Why can't you understand that?" Axel speaks more to himself than to Astarion.

Astarion was taken aback by the sudden outburst. He has only ever seen anger on Axel during a battle against an enemy, never towards anyone else. Axel is disgustingly kind and empathic. Calm and poised most of the time when he's not being goofy. Astarion isn't sure how to respond. "Axel."

Axel looks into the mirror and Astarion can see his lover's face through it. Axel grimaces and looks away. "I hate feeling like this. I don't know why it's coming up now. Emptiness. Of course I lost that fight. Who holds back on fighting?" Axel spits over his shoulder, the frustration back on his features. "That man should have knocked me out. Most of them do."

Astarion's face twists in sadness. To think Axel would seek out pain in such a way, and to learn he's sought it out before. Astarion wants to reach out to him, but Axel isn't done.

"My life has been kind to me, so why would I insult you by bringing it up? I am not rich, or powerful. I am not exciting. I am boring. I am a boring lover. I am foolish and dumb. You deserve so much more." Axel's face turns from anger to anguish. "You deserve someone exciting. You have the freedom to find that person and I know you will."

Axel hangs his head and shakes it. "And I will not hate you for it. I could never hate you. You deserve someone who isn't like this." Axel gestures to himself. "I have nothing to offer. You think you are the only person who feels unworthy? Feels they offer nothing? I can't even offer you the freedom to explore. How selfish I am to know you deserve more yet keeps you to myself."

Axel looks in the mirror again and the anger returns. "You wish to see yourself in the mirror and I only wish to rid myself of such a burden." Axel rips the mirror from the vanity in a flurry of rage, the mirror shattering into a million pieces.

Axel takes in a deep breath and looks at the mess he's created. His face crumbles and his voice shakes and wavers as tears prick his eyes. "I'm a failure. You deserve someone better. Take it," Axel pinches his nose as a tear falls down his cheek, "take it from someone who loves you. I will not say it knowing it'd cement you to me. I can not. I do not deserve anyone's love, but I can't bear the thought of losing someone else. If you were to leave and I have said it, the pain would be too real."

Axel's chest lurches with a sob. "I… I don't know what is wrong with me. Why, why are these feelings coming back to me? I have a responsibility to you and the others and yet I'm failing once again. Is this why I'm alive, to continue to fail?" Axel crumbled to his knees, his hand catching himself, but on the shards of glass. Astarion smells the blood, but Axel doesn't seem to notice the pain.

Astarion feels numb. His chest hurts, if his heart could still beat it would be breaking. How could Axel feel so unworthy, when he was arguably the only one bringing anything to the table? That's the second time Axel has referred to himself as unexciting. The first time being when Axel declared he didn't need another lover and that he wished for Astarion to not have one either. That if Astarion wished to have that option, then he should end it.

Everything else Axel said was working slowly over in Astarion's mind. He knows some of that was not for him. That something else darkens Axel's mind, but the half-elf is not in the state to elaborate.

Astarion kneels down gently by Axel's side, guiding the man's chin up to face him. Axel's face is a mess of tears and his eyes are heavy with fatigue and fear. Astarion can hear how fast Axel's heart is beating, like the sound of a war drum.

Astarion doesn't say anything other than, "take it easy." His honeyed words are lost to him. For now he guides his lover back to the bed and licks up the blood on Axel's hand before pulling out a healing potion for him to drink. Axel's chest is still heaving, but the tears have stopped. Now he sits mindless as Astarion guides him. The display is unnerving for Astarion, but he knows he must fight through it.

When Axel's face clears up, Astarion cups his cheeks and brings his lips to Axel's. It's tender and Astarion tries all his might to put every ounce of his feelings into it.

"Listen to me." Axel looks into Astarion's eyes. "Why would I want someone else, when I didn't even know I needed you? You are not boring. And you have not failed me. Or the others. I'm not afraid of your darkness. You are worth knowing. I want to know everything. You think anything you could tell me would shock me?" Astarion huffs with a sad smile. He grows serious. "This will pass. And I will still be here when it does. I love you."

Axel swallows and smiles. "Freetra starta den lun. Meg louvè. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have burdened you."

Astarion scoffs, but not with malice, but in sadness. "I'm glad I'm not the only one who struggles with this. If anything it brings me closer to you. Your burdens are mine to bear, just as you have carried mine. It's the least I could do."

Axel buries his head in the crook of Astarion's neck. He takes a long sniffle and Astarion can feel Axel's lips twist into a smile. "Lavender. I knew you'd go for that one." Axel's hot breath on Astarion's skin makes his body flutter in a way he has never experienced until he met Axel.

Astarion kisses the top of Axel's head. "You know me too well."

Axel hums and wraps his arms around Astarion's waist, digging his nose deeper into the crook. "Smells amazing on you." Axel groans as he takes another sniffle and Astarion can smell the desire now replacing the anguish in Axel. It almost makes Astarion laugh when he's suddenly reminded how drunk Axel actually is.

Axel doesn't try anything. He simply seems content just holding Astarion in bears grip. The warm intimate feeling is comforting, despite the guilt of knowing it was him who was meant to comfort Axel. Seeing an opportunity, however, Astarion asks. "My love?"

Axel hums and it vibrates against Astarion's skin. If his body was capable of it, he'd get goose bumps. "You have been using those phrases of yours since our first confession. Yet it is in a language I do not understand." Astarion is hoping he can lead Axel to the ledge and the drunk man can take the leap himself. He's afraid if he asks him full on, Axel will deny him the knowledge. He usually does, stating "that's the point, darling".

Axel shrugs. "It's Jotun. It means my star and moon. Is that the one? The other means, my love." Astarion's body blossoms with warmth, disgusting happiness he can't help but cringe at.

What sweet phrases. Am I truly his star and moon?

"I didn't want to tell you, because I was embarrassed. I didn't want to scare you off and I thought I would if you knew how much I was falling in love with you." Axel said, muffled against Astarion's skin. Astarion remembers Axel's words. I will not say it knowing it'd cement you to me.

Astarion forces Axel to look at him. Now Axel's eyes are hazy with half sleep and Astarion can't help but think he looks absolutely adorable. "Tell me you love me." Astarion all but demands.

Axel smiles tiredly. "I love you." And he means it. Astarion smiles and tucks Axel into bed, holding him close. Though, mostly because Axel refuses to let go.

Suddenly the fears of what the future holds seem less scary now that he knows Axel loves him as well. It seems Axel isn't the perfect untouchable thing he saw him as. And that only makes Astarion's longing for him grow.

Cazador believed flawed things were an abomination. Astarion disagrees. As much as he claims to hate the weak and flawed. Flawed things are much more beautiful. And to know he doesn't have to carry that burden alone. That makes it all worth it. Even perhaps giving up the sun. Because Axel is worth it.

#bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion brainrot #astarion with a male Tav #also Astarion being the one that comforts is sweet #maybe ooc?#i dont quite think so #baldur’s gate 3 #i have a problem #whump prompt #whump October #whumptober #also there is no dnd dictionary for Jotun #so i used fae #shush #hope you liked it!#oh #astarion

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