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reiincarnatiion · 9 months

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shadows of destiny | azriel x reader | part one

summary : 3 sisters for 3 brothers....right? Azriel believes wholeheartedly that Elain should be his mate and in doing so ignores his deep feelings for you.

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a/n : I haven't written in like 6 years since my draco malfoy and kpop fanfictions HAHA so please forgive me I am rusty!! Also I wrote this on my phone eeee

but finally eee I'm so excited to post my first writing on tumblr !! I was always a quotev and wattpad girly but here I am finally... 💗

just writing some rough short stories rn but I'll def write more as I get more comfortable again and into the rhythm! let me know what you think please 🫶🏼

ps: it's not proof read cuz I'm lazy I'm so sorry so please ignore mistakes dearies

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You watched as Azriel bent down to whisper something into Elains ear and you felt a growl beginning to build up in your throat.

You didn't know the mating bond did this ; make one so possessive and jealous that the half-moon nail marks on your palms had become blood red, from gripping your fists too strongly.

"I just don't understand why you can't tell him," a voice whispers next to you. You turn to acknowledge Mor, as she slips in next to you into the booth.

"Because the moment I do, this whole dynamic changes Mor," you whisper back, indicating to the sprawl of people around you.

You guys had come to Rita's once again, to party, drink, kiss and do other nonsense things Cassian had eagerly talked about, whilst pitching the idea to the group. It had started off fun, with everyone talking together but as the night had progressed, they had all paired off. You could see Feyre and Rhys making out in the corner of your eyes and Nesta and Cassian dancing around each other on the club floor. Elain and Azriel had also innocently gotten up and moved to another table, using a range of excuses you hadn't bothered to process.

Even Mor had a female making eyes at her from afar.

"Then change the dynamic, Y/N. I need some excitement in my life," she whispered furiously again and slid out, stalking to the female at the bar.

Groaning you sunk into the booth, left alone to your thoughts plagued by one thing only, Azriel.

The repetitive music slowly faded out, as you downed drink after drink, watching the others around you mingle and grind away into the depths of the night. They would come past your table and say a few words before being dragged away again.

But not once did he come. Not once did he even look in your direction... and it infuriated you.

"You look more miserable than me,"

You blinked, looking up to focus in on the flop of red hair, braids and whizzing metallic eye and a handsome jawline.

"Lucien!!!" you let out a whine, attempting to get up but falling back down in the process, not having realised how much strong alcohol you had consumed in the last hour.

"Woah there stargirl," he slipped in next to you, using the nickname only he used for you.

Lucien and you had met on Starfall, as you had been leaning on the balcony, apparently being half a second from falling over because of your drunk eagerness to "catch one of the stars", and since then, he had named you Stargirl. Your friendship had blossomed due to your matching humour and desire to travel the realms.

His shoulder pressed up against you, his warmth spread through you, making you feel giddy. You couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or your desperation, as you abruptly laid a hand on his thigh.

If he noticed, he didn't show it as he took a swig of one of the elixirs that you had in your hand.

As he drank, you watched his eyes zero in on his elusive mate and you swore you saw them darken.

His scent visibly changed as he placed the now empty cup back on the table with a lethal fluidness that had you wondering how good he was at controlling his emotions.

"Its a shame we are mated to the wrong people, otherwise you and I would have ruled the world" he whispers, still not looking at you.

Your breath catching in your throat, your heavy heart pangs with emotion, exaggerated from the effects of the ethanol.

"At least she knows you are her mate Lucien... he doesn't even know about me," you miserably mutter.

You feel Luciens hot gaze rest on you as you look up into his deep eyes.

There's no doubt the turmoil of seeing each other's mates together shines in both of your eyes, but behind the pathetic nature of the situation, a force glint shines through his.

"Then why don't we tell him, Y/N," he urges, a smirk growing on his face.

Your heart drops as you make eye contact with Lucien, his eyes glinting with jealousy and anger.

You had never seen Lucien ever break his calm facades, he always would take whatever Elain would throw at him ; why was he so fired up tonight?

"You have always been so kind to Elain and given her time Lucien, why do you want to make her jealous now?" you voice your thoughts, causing him to look away, as you attempt to search his eyes.

Little did you know or feel, the dark cool gaze that had been assessing you since the moment Lucien had slipped in.

If one were to look through your party at this moment in time, the looks of longing and jealously swirling between you and Lucien could easily have been interpreted as longing and hunger for each other. With now, your full body turned to him, intimately touching him, shoulder to shoulder, anyone could mistake you as a couple.

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Azriel nodded patiently as he listened to Elain talk about the new plants she wished to acquire from the Dawn Court for her garden.

He was trying so hard to listen and be attentive, but it was difficult when his shadows were buzzing about him, even more frantically, with the effects of the alcohol he had been consuming throughout the night.

He knew the amount of pumps of the vanilla perfume you had sprayed onto yourself, he knew how many times you had sighed throughout the night and he knew of the half-moon marks on your hands. His shadows told him everything, even when he didn't want to know.

For he didn't want to know the looks Lucien and you were giving each other, he didn't want to acknowledge the clenching of your thighs or the hand on your thigh or the-

"-So what do you think Azriel?"

Elains sweet voice cut in deeply through his silent spiralling, as he hummed coming back to the present.

Her big doe eyes innocently looked up at him as he racked his brain for what she had been asking about.

"YES I think the plants would be wonderful-," he began, when his shadows started screaming, "Elain excuse me one moment."

He quickly got up, his eyes narrow and jaw clenching as he went to get out of the booth in haste.

Elains eyes followed him and they widened slightly.

Luciens' hands were on your waist, holding you up from behind, as you both made your way to the dance floor, giggling.

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read [ part two ] here deariess <3

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kira-fluff · 3 months

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I saw the “Sleeping with no pants on” headcanon and was wondering if you could do a pretty setter squad containing Atsumu, Kageyama and Akaashi please- ☁️

sleeping with no pants on | fem!reader x haikyuu!! [pt. 5]

a/n: i was not expecting everyone to be so obsessed with this prompt but I am LIVING for it. I love you guys so much 🩷 p.s. my lovely, atsumu is actually in pt. 1, but I'm going to switch for twinnie osamu, okay? 💕 also I'm so sorry i was gone for so long. busy busy busy working 3 jobs with college. forgive me if I'm a bit rusty. tw: sorta spicy idk

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

osamu miya "hey, 'samu, 'samu." "hm." he replied in a grunt. "'m tired." the two of you had stayed up the entire night trying out new recipes that osamu had thought of when he was supposed to be paying attention in class. so, now here you were at midnight, sprawled out on the couch, exhausted. "'n go 't sleep." "don' wanna drive home." "'n stay." you murmured an acknowledgement, then began slipping off your pants. osamu immediately sobered from his tiredness. "wait, the hell are ya doin'?!" "'m goin' to bed, obviously." "ya can't just take yer pants off with a man in the house!" you let out a little scoff, "oh, get over it." but osamu's mind was already racing. he tried to act cool on the outside, but you were just in your fucking panties and acting like it was no big deal? why were you always so clueless around him??? did you really not see him as romantic material??? osamu couldn't help but stare at the round shape of your ass even as your long shirt covered you. he had scarcely time to begin devouring the sight of your legs when you cleared your throat. "are you.....staring... at me?" he cleared his throat and looked away. "...s-sorry.." you leaned in close, just below his ear. "ya know... if you really wanted it that badly, you could've said something.." you smirked, taking a blanket and covering up your lower half with a conceited smirk, walking away. "h-hey wait! the fuck did ya mean by that?!" he trailed behind eagerly. the rest of the night? well... "just friends" was no longer in either of your vocabulary anymore.

kageyama tobio you friends, after all, nothing more. and you didn't want to make it weird. weirder than it already felt having hidden feelings for your best friend. it getting late after a particularly long study session which involved you trying to drill basic math facts into a brain that only understood volleyball. it was a hopeless endeavor, but you took him getting anything above a "50" as a win. so, you continued to attempt to help him improve his grades. you supposed "attempt" wasn't necessarily the right word, as his scores were generally improving, but sometimes you found yourself wondering if there was really a point to it all after you spent the whole lesson trying to help him relearn everything he misunderstood in the lesson from that day. so here you were, exhausted, with your head down on your table at home, tobio sitting across from you. "hey, kageyama, let's just call it a night." he paused for a moment, then spoke. "....do you want to sleep with me?" if you had any liquid in your mouth, you're certain you would've had a comical spit take. "ah, um, WHAT?" you sputtered, trying to make sense out of what he said. he didn't mean it that way, did he? no, of course not. "it's... late." yep. just offering a place to stay. "it is. but there are still trains. i can take a late one." "just get in my bed." your eyebrows raised. "hey, tobio, a normal person would misunderstand what you just said..." he ignored you. "just sleep with me." your face took on a reddish hue the more times he said it... and he just didn't get it? why was he messing with your heart like this!?!? "um... there are different ways to say that. like... 'want to spend the night?'" "then, spend the night." "why are you being so pushy?" "because i like you." as a friend. yeah. we've been over this. "ok, ok, you've convinced me with the power of friendship. but I'm sleeping on the couch." "no." "yes." "no. my bed has enough room." "not for me!!" you laughed nervously. does this guy even have hormones? like, what the fuck? "....I'm going to go shower. I'll see you in my bedroom." does this guy not understand the meaning of no? still, you found yourself begrudgingly trudging over to his bed, especially after you saw his couch was made with the comfort of a burlap sack. I mean, if he offered, might as well take advantage right? what could go wrong? spoiler: everything goes wrong. you thought he was fast asleep. so, in the stealth of 1000 ninjas, you slid off your sweatpants for the sake of comfort. it wasn't weird, right? oh well. you were tired and damn did he like his room hot. you jumped when you felt him arms wrap around you. then, he stiffened. "...are you not wearing any pants?" "um... maybe..." he sighed. "are you trying to seduce me?" "n-no it's just more comfortable!" he turned you around so you were facing him. "well, whatever you're trying to do, it's working. I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep." "wait, is it because I'm making you uncomfortable?" he went silent for a moment. ".... you could say that." "I'll... just put them back on then. sorry. it's just that your room is really hot and-" "can I kiss you?" you blinked in disbelief. "can you what?" "kiss you" he answered without a beat. you spluttered some more as he slowly leaned it, asking for permission, silently this time. you nodded and closed your eyes. sparks flew as his lips moved against your own and you finally understood what he'd meant when he said "I like you". kageyama tobio was head over heels in love with you, and you hadn't a clue. until now. the two of you broke apart. "...can we... do that again?" he asked brazenly. you leaned forward again in reply.

akaashi keiji akaashi would rather die than confess to you the things he woke up at night fantasizing about. you'd likely be especially mortified if you discovered that one of your most embarrassing mishaps was on a frequent replay in akaashi's brain when he fell asleep. he was supposed to be a gentleman, not some gross pervert that looked at one of his best friends like... that. but since it was all in his dreams, it was impossible to "turn off" no matter how many times he tried to think about something else before he went to sleep. and so, let's recall The Incident shall we? he had come to your house late at night and knocked at the door, fully expecting to see you up and awake as it was the early evening. to his surprise, however, you answered the door groggily, eyes still bleary from exhaustion and sleep. the way you looked would be forever ingrained in his mind. you were blinking back the remnants of sleep, wearing one of his shirts. it hung low on you, but not low enough to cover your supple legs and the white panties that peeked out below the hem line of his shirt. you hadn't noticed yet, either. "... what d' ya need...?" you asked tiredly, rubbing your eye. akaashi swallowed harshly, his brain turned into complete mush. "uhh.. uhh...." goddamnit, MOVE YOUR EYES BACK UP TO HER FACE. were her legs always that long? STOP. when he still hadn't answered, you followed his gaze down to your lower half. he still remembers the succession of events as follows: you blushed, stammered, and then slammed the door in his face. you didn't talk to him for a week. after, you finally awkwardly explained that you sleep without your pants on and that you didn't realize you hadn't put anything on when you answered the door because you were so tired. it sucked that you ignored him. and even that you explained yourself. because all it did was bring those... memories... right back to the forefront of his mind. whenever he saw you in the hall and you'd flush and look away, he was immediately brought back to the sight of your bare legs. when you stumbled through your explanation, his mind reeled back to those white panties. and he hated it. what kind of friend looks at their friend that way? but he knew in his heart that what he was feeling for you was beyond sexual attraction when, in his dreams, you smiled at him. and told him you loved him. and so, what if he dreamt a little longer? hopefully you'd forgive him. and maybe someday he could tell you how you made him feel...

#haikyuu!!#kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi fluff #Akaashi keiji x reader #hq osamu #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu osamu #osamu miya x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader

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ideas-live-forever · 9 months

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Different Dates With Ken!

This is my first time writing in a while, so forgive me if I’m rusty! Been obsessed with the Barbie movie, so here’s some Stereotypical Ken x Reader headcanonssss

please feel free to send ken prompts/asks i am so bored!!

(also, i wrote this in like an hour so there’s probably some typos and ken is probably ooc or something i’m sorry 😭)

You and Ken had been dating for a month now, the two of you in the human world

dinner dates

He doesn’t really have a concept of indoor voices, so he kind of talks at a normal volume.

which would be fine, except you’re in a formal restaurant where everyone is basically whispering.

If you gently point it out, though, he’ll go extra quiet and only talk in a whisper for the rest of the dinner.

He’s just paranoid that he’s embarrassing you or something.

When the bill comes, he definitely tries to pay it (assuming he has money).

If you get to the bill first, he gets really pouty, though he’ll forget he was ever upset if you give him a kiss.

“Y/nnnn, let me pay. It’s the least I can do," Ken begs, pulling out the puppy-dog eyes.

"No," you respond. "You try to pay for everything. Let me treat you once in a while."

It takes a great deal of self-control, but you can't stay away from his eyes long enough to pay for dinner. After you hand the check back to the waiter, you glance back at a now-sulking Ken. He looks almost sad.

With an affectionate eye roll and a smile, you lean across the table and press a small kiss onto his lips. Immediately, he melts into it. And when you pull back, he’s all smiles before he remembers that he’s supposed to be mad at you.

If he gets to it first, he pays, and he smiles at you triumphantly, clearly proud of himself.

After dinner, he insists on walking you home because he doesn’t own a car.

At your door, he thanks you for taking him out and kind of stands there awkwardly.

You have to lean in and initiate the goodbye kiss, but he more than enjoys it.

Study dates/coffee shop dates

Ken didn’t go to college, or school at all, really, so he didn’t quite understand the concept of the date you were currently bringing him to.

However, he sat patiently in the coffee shop while you got your stuff together and opened your laptop, just smiling at you like an idiot.

He takes the time to admire you in your element.

When you ask him what coffee he wants so you can get it for him, he cocks his head in confusion.

"There are, like, different kinds?" he asks innocently, glancing between you and the sigh with different options he had previously failed to notice.

You have to stifle a giggle at his reaction.

"Yeah, there’s a bunch. Come on, I'll recommend you some."

Ken tried a latte.

He didn’t like it.

However, he sipped on it periodically, mirroring your actions as you looked through your work.

He had brought some books on Horses to look over while you were doing your thing, but he couldn’t really focus on reading while you were right there.

He placed some random sticky notes on the pages absentmindedly as he watched you with wonder in his blue eyes.

If you get frustrated at all, He’s quick to ask what’s bothering you and decides that he’s going to help you study. Whether that involved holding your extra papers or helping you with flashcards,

When you wrap up, you notice how little of his latte he has drank.

When you ask about it, he quickly downs the whole thing, plastering a fake smile on top of his look of disgust.

movie dates

This one was Ken's idea.

There's a movie theater in Barbieland, so he knew the basic premise of a movie date.

Although it took a while for him to figure out how to buy the tickets because in Barbieland they were free,

She definitely picked The Little Mermaid.

It seemed like a safe option to him, considering that everything else was either sad-looking or a horror movie, and he can’t really handle either of those.

The plan was to meet at the theater, so he waited outside for you to get there.

When you did, you two went inside and ordered a large popcorn, but Ken let out a little gasp of excitement at the other snacks on sale.

He ends up buying a pretzel, a bag of chips, and a bag of cookies.

All of which he insists on sharing with you.

When you finally go into the theater, he gets a confused look on his face.

He’s never seen movie ads before, so he assumes they're part of the movie.

"I thought this was about a mermaid."

After explaining it to him, he nods vigorously and blushes a bit in embarrassment.

When the movie finally starts, he smiles really big and turns to look at you.

Ken gets HEAVILY invested in the movie.

He definitely cries during Part of Your World, and he’s horrible at hiding it. That results in him clinging to your arm and the people next to him giving him weird looks.

When it’s over, he has a look of faraway wonder in his eyes.

As you two walk out of the theater, he can’t stop gushing about how cute Ariel and Eric were. And how he wanted to watch the original animated movie. And how you two should have matched Little Mermaid Halloween Costumes

Before you leave to go home, Ken gives you a bone-crushing hug and a thank you for spending your afternoon with him.

Which leads you to kiss him.

Which makes him unable to stop blushing as you say your goodbyes for the night.

#barbie movie #ken x reader #ken x you #ken x y/n #ken headcanon #ken blurbs #stereotypical ken x reader #ryan gosling ken x reader #ken fluff #ken imagine

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 1 year

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Superstar (Superstar Chapter 1)

I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl

Who's desperately in love with you

Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, superstar

The Reader is thrilled to start a new job at AFC Richmond- especially since it means working with a certain player-turned-coach.

Roy Kent x Reader

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Warnings: language (because Roy Kent); I’m a bit rusty so forgive my writing!

A/N: Been having some horribly bad writer’s block in addition to work stress. Thankfully my man Roy Kent helped me finally break through!!!

“Well, there she is!” Coach Ted Lasso waved enthusiastically as I parked my car in the staff lot. Next to him stood Rebecca Welton, who offered the tiniest of waves and something of an apologetic smile.

I took a deep breath, my hand hovering over the driver’s side door. First day on the new job: coach’s assistant. Between three coaches, there was a lot going on; they needed someone to handle communication, schedules, and small tasks so they could focus on training and (hopefully) winning. Having grown up just around the corner from Nelson Road, it felt almost like an honor to be part of the organization.

In a blur, Ted had firmly shaken my hand for what felt like an eternity, yammered off about a dozen Lasso-isms that I wasn’t quite sure I heard correctly, and ushered me into the building, all with Rebecca following along, interjecting short corrections and reassurances every time Ted paused to take a breath.

“And this here’s the locker room,” Ted announced with a small flourish. “Now, the boys tend to be pretty modest, the only one you may see too much of is Jamie, but if you just throw a towel in his face, he’ll take the hint.” He opened the door, gesturing for me to follow.

Rebecca touched my arm gently, that tight smile still on her face. “I should be going. But please, let me know if there’s anything you need. You’re in great hands,” she added, nodding towards Ted. “Welcome to Richmond.” With another touch to my arm, she was gone.

I followed Ted into the changing room. A few guys were milling about, still in their street clothes, chattering and beginning to put their things away. They looked up when I entered, offering small nods of acknowledgement. Ted rattled off their names, all familiar to me. I made mental notes about how each one smiled and shook my hand, trying to take snapshots in my brain so I could describe every moment to my family later that night.

After meeting all the players that Ted called “early birds”, I followed Ted into the coaches’ offices, where I was quickly introduced to Coach Beard, who nodded from behind a tattered copy of Either/Or.

“Now, Coach Beard and I share this office,” Ted was explaining. “You’ll be right through here. Hope ya don’t mind sharing!” He led me through the side door to another office. “I’m sure you know this ray of sunshine here is Roy Kent.”

My stomach jumped to my throat as the man in black track pants and a dark Richmond shirt glanced up from his desk. As if I really needed to be introduced to the man whose poster still hung above the bed in my childhood bedroom. Several kits sporting his name and number hung in my closet. Hell, for one birthday my jokester dad even got me a cardboard cutout of the man. It currently sat folded in the back of a closet in my flat, but it often made an appearance in my living room when I hosted game day parties with my mates.

I was pretty sure if I dug far enough in my parents’ attic, I’d find my school notebooks with “Mrs. Roy Kent” scribbled all over them.

And now he sat in front of me, staring up at me through thick eyelashes that made me go weak in the knees. A half scowl appeared on his face. “You’re the assistant then?” He offered his hand.

I nodded, praying that neither coach could see my body trembling slightly as I reached out to shake Roy Kent’s hand. “I- I am.”

Ohmygod ohmygod I’m shaking Roy Kent’s hand I’m touching Roy Kent Roy Kent spoke to me Roy Kent is looking at me ohmygod ohmygod.

It felt far too soon when he let go of my hand. “Well, as long as you keep your shit off my desk and don’t wear any rancid perfume, we should be fucking fine.” He nodded behind him toward an empty desk. “That’s you.” Without another word, he stood up, grabbed the notebook he had been drawing in, and left.

Ted beamed at me. “Well now, that went great! That’s about as charming as you can expect Roy to be, so count yourself lucky. Now, why don’t you get yourself settled and we’ll see you in the locker room in about ten minutes?”

“D’you like kebabs?”

I turned my head, pausing my fingers above my keyboard. “Excuse me?”

With a giant sigh, Roy swiveled around in his chair, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Kebabs. D’you like ’em?”

“Uh, I guess.” I scrunched my nose as I stared at him. After two weeks of working for Richmond, this was the first time Roy had spoken to me so directly. Up until now, it had been mostly grunts and growls in my general direction. But, after years of watching him on the pitch, I knew by the look in his eye that he didn’t hate me- at least, not any more than he hated the rest of the world. And that was fine enough with me.

“You guess?” There was that scowl. “You either fuckin’ like ‘em or you don’t.”

It took all my strength to suppress my grin. God, he was just as gorgeous as when I used to watch him play on the television. “Fine, fine. I like kebabs.”

With a suddenness that almost made me jump in my seat, Roy stood up. “Okay.” Without another word, he walked out of our office.

About twenty minutes later, a Styrofoam container slammed onto my desk. I looked up at Roy, who towered over me, a plastic bag clutched in his fist. He glowered at me.

“Thanks, Roy,” I managed, opening the box. Sure enough, kebabs. I smiled up at him, but his eyes were scanning my desk.

“That your family?” He pointed at a frame that held a photo my family had taken during a camping trip.

“Oh, yeah. My folks and brothers. They live not far from here. We grew up huge Richmond fans.”

His eyes continued to roam my work area. “What, no pictures of your boyfriend? Is he fuckin’ ugly or somethin’?”

My cheeks heated up. “No boyfriend.” Somewhere inside me, boldness surged forward. “What about you? I don’t see your model of the week on your desk.”

He smirked. Ohmygod he smirked. “I’m too fucking old for that shit now.”

“Uh huh.” I couldn’t make myself say anything else. All I could see was that smirk, and those brown eyes. Until I realized he was waiting for me to say something. Speak, you idiot! “I like kebabs,” I blurted. Shit.

The smirk softened slightly. “So I heard.”

For a moment he just stood there, smiling down at me. Then he cleared his throat, glancing at the bag in his hand. “Don’t tell anyone I got you lunch. They’ll be trying to make me some fuckin’ errand boy if they find out.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

With a small hmmf, Roy nodded and headed back to his desk. I smiled down at the container on my desk and returned to my work, ignoring my burning cheeks.

“What does Jamie Tartt smell like?”

“Is the gaffer really like that in person?”

“Did you pass out when you met Roy Kent?”

Swallowing the bite of pasta I had been chewing on, I grinned at my family. “Tartt wears a homemade combo of Tom Ford, Dior, and Juicy Couture that he calls ‘Tartt by Tartt’. Coach Lasso is exactly what he seems. And Roy Kent…” I cleared my throat and prayed my face wasn’t completely red. “He’s fine.” My voice cracked slightly. “We, uh share an office. He got me kebabs for lunch last week.”

“Come off it,” I scoffed. “Or else I’ll take back those VIP tickets I got you for your birthday.”

“Ooh, Roy Kent bought you kebabs?” my dad hummed, grinning at me pointedly. “My future son-in-law, the football superstar.”

Before my dad could retort, the doorbell rang. I jumped up, relieved to have a distraction.

“I’ve got it!” I just about sprinted down the hall to the front door, confident it was our elderly neighbor asking to borrow the spare key, as she did at least once a week. Instead, when I threw the door open, I found Roy Kent on my parents’ front porch.

“We should really put a fucking tracking device on you,” he grumbled as he moved past me into the entryway.

I stared at him, closing the door. “Um, not to be rude, but why are you here? At my mum and dad’s house?”

He shoved a manila envelope into my hands. “Some papers Lasso wanted you to work on if you can this weekend. Said it was important. I dunno, I don’t fucking listen to him when he yammers.”

“Oh.” I placed the envelope on a nearby table and folded my arms. “And how-how did you know where I was?”

Roy wiggled his phone in the air. “You’re one of those idiots that has their Snapchat locations on. You’re gonna get fucking murdered one of these days y’know.”

Right. Ted had made us all join multiple Snapchat groups with him; he was adamant about keeping our streaks.

I couldn’t help but grin. “And you’re gonna murder me?”

“Not today.” A small smirk cracked through that grizzled face. “But apparently if I wanted to, you’d be easy as hell to find.”

“I’ll just have to keep being a good officemate then,” I supposed teasingly. Am I flirting with Roy Kent?!

“You’re doing a fine job so far.” Roy took a step towards me, looking down at me.

Is he flirting back?!

My brain short-circuited. “Um, well I…” I coughed, looking around the entryway, as if I hadn’t walked through it my entire life. “Thanks for uh, bringing those papers.” A question interrupted the high-pitched buzzing in my brain. “Why’d you bring it by the way?”

Roy cleared his throat and took a step back, allowing a respectful space between us again. “Told you, Lasso said it’s important.”

“Yeah…” I started slowly. “But I’m sure it’s something you guys could’ve sent Will to do. Or something Ted would probably love to do, tracking me down to my dad’s birthday dinner. Why are you-?”

“He’s here! He’s there! He’s every-fucking-where! Roy Kent!” Beaming, my dad burst past me and clapped a hand on Roy’s shoulder as Roy stared at him with wide eyes. “Oh hell, Roy Kent’s in my foyer!” He turned and faced me. “I can’t believe you got Roy Kent to come down here! You’re my favorite kid, you can tell your bloody brothers that anytime.” He grabbed Roy’s hand and started pumping it, reminding me of the first time I had met Ted. “It’s an honor to have you here. Absolute honor.”

I finally found my voice. “Dad, Roy’s just here giving me some stuff for work. He’s not here for your-”

“What kind of cake do you have?” Roy’s gruff voice interrupted.

“Chocolate,” my dad answered. “M’wife made it herself. And we have plenty of pasta if you’re hungry.”

Roy unzipped his jacket. “Then happy fucking birthday. Let’s eat.”

A half hour later, I was still in a state of shock. Roy Kent was sitting next to me in my parents’ dining room, chatting with my dad and eating my mum’s pasta. He took all everyone’s questions in stride, not seeming to mind how obsessed my brothers were. He only growled at them twice- once when they asked about his knee, and again when they said how much they like Jamie Tartt. Of course, they made kissy faces whenever Roy wasn’t looking, and my mum kept raising her eyebrows at me with a twinkle in her eye, but the dinner was much less painful that I had expected.

And getting to sit there with Roy’s arm pressed against mine? A dream come true.

My dad cleared his throat as my brothers began clearing the plates. “I think it’s time for presents and cake then?”

I stood up; my arm felt cold after having Roy’s arm keeping it warm. “I’ll be right back, gotta go get your present.” I pressed a kiss on my dad’s head as I passed by. “Don’t embarrass me,” I hissed, giving his shoulder a squeeze. He offered me an assuring wink.

I quickly went up the stairs to my old bedroom, not completely closing the door behind me. Since I was planning to spend all weekend a their house, I had just haphazardly thrown all my things into the room when I had arrived after work. I regretted it now, noting that my idiot brothers could be saying anything to Roy while I searched for the envelope holding my dad’s birthday card and the tickets to Richmond’s next match.

I groaned. “Where the hell-”

“Ah, this isn’t the fucking loo.”

I whirled around. Roy stood in my doorway, eyebrows slightly raised as he glanced around the room. My cheeks burned as I watched him take in all the Richmond posters, which disproportionately featured his bearded face.

He is never going to talk to me again, a panicky voice in my head whimpered.

To my surprise, a small smirk formed on his face as he quietly closed the door behind him. “Why the fuck are there so many pictures of me in this room?” he asked, a chuckle escaping his lips.

I cleared my throat and stood up, straightening out my top as I cursed my teenage self for being so obsessed. “I, uh, I told you. My family’s huge Richmond fans. You’re kind of our favorite player. Hence, my dad’s excitement when he saw you.” I winced. Lame, lame, lame.

“So…” He stuck his hands in his pockets, still looking around the room at the embarrassing number of photos of himself. “Does that mean I’m your favorite too?”

Somehow, my cheeks grew warmer. “I… I mean… I guess.”

His eyes moved upward and widened slightly.

Fuck.

“Is that a fucking poster of me above your bed?”

I shifted my weight, wishing that somehow the carpet beneath me would spontaneously turn into a black hole. “Oh, you know, gotta keep the monsters away somehow.” You’re fired. You are so freaking fired for being a creepy fangirl.

Roy let out a bark of a laugh. “That’s what I’m good for? Scaring away fucking monsters?”

With a groan, I covered my face and collapsed on my bed. “Please don’t tell anyone,” I grumbled. “This was my room when I used to live here, I was a dumb kid. I swear to God, my flat is normal. A normal adult flat.”

The bed squeaked as I felt someone sit beside me. When I peeked out between my fingers, Roy was looking at me with a hint of concern on his face.

“Hey, no need to be fucking embarrassed.” He glanced up at the poster that now laid directly above us. “Can’t say I blame you. I was young and hot.”

Despite my inner anguish, I moved my hands and grinned. “You’re not that much older now, Kent,” I teased.

He raised his eyebrows at me. “I’m still hot then?”

Before I could come up with some clever retort, Roy cupped my face and leaned close. “Please say yes,” he said softly.

I gulped, knowing he could definitely feel it. “Yes,” I whispered.

He gently pressed his lips against mine, a soft, small kiss that made me melt closer to him. His beard tickled my face as his hand stroked my cheek. Roy Kent is kissing me Roy Kent is kissing me Roy Kent is kissing me.

When Roy let go, a tiny giggle escaped my lips. He smiled at me- a real smile, the one I had seen maybe a small handful of times on television over the years. He opened his mouth to say something-

“Oi!” A loud knock banged on the door. “Mum and Dad want to know if you’re snogging Roy Kent in there!”

Roy grinned at me, still holding my face. “Don’t suppose I can tell your brother to fuck off?”

I wrinkled my nose. “’d rather you didn’t,” I whispered.

“Well then.” Roy stood up, stretching out his hand to help me to my feet. “Guess we should go have some fucking cake.” He nodded up towards the poster above my bed. “You should bring that thing to work sometime. I can fucking autograph it if you want.”

#he's here he's there he's every fucking where #roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent fanfic #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent fic #roy kent fluff #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fluff

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kooksbunnnn · 2 months

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Fuck around and..? JHS

Summary: Being neglected can bring out the brat inside you, little do you know that he loves to be the brat tamer.

Warnings: dom!hoseok × brat!reader. MATURE. 18+ Overstimulation? Edging? It's a mixture. Vibrator. Fingering. Unprotected sex(it's a no-no in reality). Reader cries and begs. THEY ARE DANCERS. Please tell me if I missed something.

Words: 1.7k approx.

Authors note: I am a little rusty and this is slightly unedited as well so please forgive if I make any mistake. Also, you can ask me to add you in the permanent taglist, so when I upload any drabble or story you could be notified🫶 ___________________________________________

"It seems like I underestimated how obidient you are. My perfect disciple."

The most important thing in dance is discipline, Hoseok told you that on the first day you visited his studio. You heard about how much body control he had, you just didn't realize how much you wanted him to control your body as well.

You used to imagine how his hands would feel around your throat or inside you. How would his dick feel in your throat or any of your holes. Never had you felt so out of control around someone. Always trying to get praised for how you move your hips.

Compliments about your dance turned into rewards so quick you didnt realize when he started to praise you for how good you looked riding him rather than at a move he taught.

And soon, you realized why you felt so powerless around him. It was like he stripped you of your powers as soon as you walked in that studio. He didn't have to say it verbally it was just the way he looked at you that made you submit to him.

You did not wanna upset him or disobey him. He made that very clear when you both started to date and get intimate, but getting less attention from him during crowded classes just wanted you to test his patience.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He says with a smile, fake, you can tell, calling you near your camera that was already set to film the routine, while all the dancers take a break.

"Tying my hair?" You say in a tone which makes his jaw tick. He hated you practicing with your hair tied up in front of others. Any other hairstyles were okay but this was his to hold, his to play around with, his to pull on while you got your throat fucked.

It made him want to bend you in front of everyone and tell them whom you belong to.

But as long as it got his attention, you were ready to risk it all.

He just glares at you as you stop letting your hair fall for the moment where you put your band in between your teeth, his gaze now unable to stay still on your eyes. You turn away from him to fidget with the camera's settings, pretending to fix something he told you to.

"Dont test me, doll." He says with his eyes squeezed, head tilted towards his feet.

"Oh yeah?" Stepping away from the camera, you start to put your hair very slowly in a ponytail, your top rising above your navel. He raises his head, eyes slowly trailing over your body.

Looking straight in your eyes, he steps towards you and scoffs. Looking at you, he raises a challenging brow meanwhile you finish your hairstyle by pulling the hair tie from your lips dramatically.

Tightening the hold of the hair tie on your messy pony tail with a raised brow, you tilt your head smiling innocently.

"Whatchu you gonna do about it, sir?" You challenge him with a smirk.

He smiles,"why dont you fuck around and find out, brat?"

A muffled cry escapes you as you feel your orgasm approaching. Once again.

The question, would he let you come or edge you again comes back. Again.

Hands at your back tied with a tie and mouth stuffed with a ball gag covered in spit, your knees were bruising against the satin sheets. You spread your shaking knees apart enough for your folds to touch the mattress and the vibrator that hoseok holds under your pussy.

He had been surprising you with different personas every time you saw him perform, but this? This dominant persona is your favorite, it is overwhelming to experience yet so cunt-clenchingly exciting every time.

"That's it, doll, let it go." He coos mockingly, and his voice sounds so soft against his appearance, shirtless and trousers unbottoned, making his briefs visible.

His voice makes you shiver in anticipation and makes you believe he is gonna let you come but then he can be so unpredictable.

Since he was choosing when to let you come, he has also been randomly edging you, you dont want to believe his words anymore.

You knew the first orgasm would have been a mind numbing one but he just laughed and removed the vibrator away from your pussy, laughing at how pathetically you cried. Surprising you with an orgasm after that by just lightly tapping your clit, soon followed by another one that almost made you blackout of overstimulation.

"Yeah? You wanna?"

Nodding your head slowly, your head falls back with a muffled moan. Tears falling over mixing with your spit your knees shake as he holds you with one hand and presses the vibrator harder on your clit with the other.

"Ohhhhh, feels good, right?"

He lets out at the same time you let out a low groan, making fun of how you shake and moan in front of him.

You nod your head again with garbled sounds coming from your mouth. Leaning in, he kisses your cheek, warm breath fanning your face, and you open your eyes to look at his dark ones, whining and mumbling a plea.

"Did you say something?" He says, pausing when you mumble something behind the gag. When you dont respond to his question, he immediately removes the pressure and puts the device aside.

"Look at me." He says gently holding your face with bith of his hands. "Are you okay? Still green?" You nod but he still loosens your gag.

"Words."

"Yes, green, just needed a sec." You say with a tired smile to assure his suddenly softening and concerned eyes.

"You're doing great baby, so perfect," he says, kissing you, which immediately makes you feel safe. Tightening the gag at your assurance, he leans down to lick a stripe from your tits to the spot behind your ear, making you flinch with sensitivity. Laughing, he grabs your waist to stop you from running.

Switching the vibrating device, he replaces it with his long fingers.

"Fuck baby, you're so wet." He breathes lightly rubbing his hand sideways and shifts his other hand from your waist to your head slowly. Your head falls back as his hand grazes your spine but soon gets yanked back to place by your ponytail in order to make sure you look him straight in the eye.

"I know you wanna cum all over my hands, baby, but have you been a good girl?" You nod almost too quickly at his question making him tsk in disappointment.

"Wow" he scoffs, "you really got some nerve, huh?" He snarls and slips two of his fingers inside you while unlocking the gag behind your head. You gasp as it falls off, and your head lols forward at the way his fingers felt inside you. Pulling your head back by your hair again, he says through his teeth,

"I am gonna ask you again, do you deserve to cum?" He grits his teeth while pulling his fingers out now palming your mound sloppily and slowly waiting for you to answer.

"I-I am sorry. Please-" he slaps your cunt making you gasp as soon as he hears your throaty plea.

"Yes or no!" He says now rubbing your folds with his palm slowly as you squirm with your mouth open in silent moan.

"No, no, oh shit, no!" You cry.

Parting your pussy lips with his index and ring finger he slowly flicks your clit making your body twitch with every movement his finger does.

"Such a good slut, so obidient." He coos licking your earlobe and you shake in his hold. Pressing his fingers in again he groans at how wet and sloppy you are. Letting your hands fall free from the back he opens the knot and pushes you lightly on the bed.

You watch with hooded eyes as he takes his dick out of his trousers and then throws his shirt somewhere on the ground. Rubbing his length all over your pussy, he enters you.

You gasp, feeling him inside you, stretch burning your walls. Your tears fall out as your hands reach to hold him.

"F-fuuuuck so tight- ah shit"

"Oh thats it"

You both moan at the same time. You could feel every ridge his dick had, its head reaching spots that makes you see stars.

"Oh, you're soooo dick drunk, baby," he smiles, wiping away the drool at the corner of your lips, and you moan, eyes rolling back.

"Such a good girl, so pretty. Fucking gorgeous" he says giving sloppy kisses to your neck and collarbones. You gasp when he bites your nipple while almost picking you up from the mattress from how hard he presses your body closer to his.

"Squeezing me so good, baby" he breathes.

"H-hobi," you squirm out of sensitivity, so he pulls out and quickly maneuvers your legs on one side, sliding in once again. The angle makes you both feel each other in a better way, tighter and closer.

Thrusting in and out, he reaches to your hand, which tries to find something to hold, entwining your fingers with his. He holds it beside your head against the mattress, slightly twisting you.

While your other hand goes up in his hair, he kisses you with fervor, grunting in your mouth licking up all your whines. He groans at the way you squeeze him. He pushes in once again grinding and rolling his dick deeper inside you.

"Oh my god," you gasp, pulling on his hair.

"Take it, I know you can." He says, gritting his teeth and sloppily thrusting in and out of you, signaling his climax. You both grunt at how harsh his thrusts are, almost punishing with a bruising hold on your hips as the sound of your skin smacking fills the room.

"Go on baby, ah fuck- tell me, who do you belong to?" He says, holding your jaw with his fingers turning your face towards him.

"You," you gasp, his lips brushing on yours.

"Me who, doll?" He licks in your mouth but pulls back before you can suck on it.

"Hoseok." You breathe out heavily followed by a moan on a particularly sharp thrust.

"Again-" he moans biting your chin.

"H-Hoseok," you moan louder this time.

"Louder." He grunts

"Hos-ohh," he shifts back to spread your legs open once again. Fisting the sheets above your head, he thrusts in you faster.

"Louder!"

"Hoseok- fuck oh my god!" You scream and he groans kissing you.

"Fuck. Cum, doll"

Your back arches and you clamp around his cock making him give a hard thrust followed by thick white spurts released into you. You moan at how filled you feel.

Chests heaving you both try to catch your breath, body sweaty and sticky you both stay in the position for some seconds. Coming back from his high, he peppers your body with small kisses, making your eyes flutter at the warm satiated feeling.

Tiredness take over you and you feel yourself falling asleep. Hoseok tries to slip out of you but you lock your hands over his shoulders, whining sleepily and making him slip inside you once again.

He smiles at how clingy and cute you become post-sex. Kissing you once again, he hums deep in your ear,

"Sweetie, I gotta clean you up." tucking a hair lock behind your ear, he pats your side gently.

"5 more minutes." You mumble, hugging him again.

"Baby-"

"Please," you pull him in tighter and wrap your legs around him, gasping at the feeling of his dick inside you. He teasingly thrusts his softening dick inside you once again, making you whine and bury your head in his neck.

He chuckles giving in, "Fine. Brat."

Date: 18th February 2024

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dreamstatez · 4 months

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Stu Macher X F!Reader

summary: you haven't called stu all day because of an argument you had. you've been avoiding him, and stu is getting fed up.

warnings !!: slight angst, slight smut, degradation, cussing, begging & slight rough smut

word count: 533

I AM RUSTY. BE NICE TO ME 😭 (and lmk what I can improve).

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 !? ♪

“Why didn't you call me back!? Why are you so obsessed with me!?”

Regina George - Mean girls

It was 3:24 pm. You were at home tidying your room and cleaning up the house. It was almost 24 hours since you've talked to Stu after the argument you two had. You tried to keep your mind off it for now. Soon you heard your phone ring. You picked up.

Y/N: “Yes?”

Stu: “Baby..can we talk-” You hung up. You certainly were not in the mood to hear from Stu and were obviously still salty. The phone rang again. This time you let it go to voicemail and you got a message from Stu.

Stu: “Baby…can you please pick up? I just wanna talk to you and apologize! I miss you so much” He sounded so whiny. You could almost hear his voice break. But you weren't gonna budge. Five minutes went by and he's calling again? Another message came in.

Stu: “Baby, I'm serious! Please can we talk?” You deleted the message and went back to cleaning. It seemed like Stus patience was a thread and it thinned every second. Another call came in after 3 minutes.

Stu: “Who the fuck do you think you are!? You think you can just sit around and not answer my fucking calls? Answer the fucking phone you dumb bitch.” Of course you deleted that one. Another one came in. 2 minutes later.

Stu: “I can show up to your fucking house and make you talk to me. Do you fucking want that!? Do I have to fucking break inside your fucking house to fucking talk to you?” Then immediately after a rock tapped your window. You went to see what caused it. And as soon as you peeked, you saw Stu.

He was standing right outside your house, below your window.

Stu: “You wanna come talk to me now!? Huh bitch? Get the fuck down here!” He yelled up to your window. And immediately you went downstairs to open the door. Stu was there waiting and invited himself in and went up to your room.

Y/N: “Wh- Stu! What the fuck-”

Stu: “You don't get to fucking speak! Shut the fuck up.” He closed the door and stood in front of you. “You are such a little fucking bitch, y'know that? Huh!? Come here..” He took you by the neck and roughly rubbed it. His other hand sliding up to grip your hair. He kissed you forcefully. Despite the roughness, you loved it. “I came here to apologize and you're gonna fucking let me.”

Stu took you by the neck and set you in a chair. He crouched down and put his hands on your thighs as he started talking to you.

Stu: “Baby. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you okay baby? Will you talk to me now? I love you baby…I promise..I'm sorry.. please baby?” He looked up at you teary eyed and his voice breaking. “Baby..”

Y/N: “Fine..I forgive you.” Stu's face lit up immediately. He got up and hugged you. And kissed your cheek repeatedly.

Stu: “Fuck yes!” he giggled. “Can I take you out today? Should we go see a movie? Anything you want, baby..”

Y/N: “A movie is fine..”

[THE END. I GOT LAZY. 💀]

#stu macher angst #stu macher smut #stu macher #stu macher x reader #ghost face x reader smut #ghost face x reader #ghost face #scream1996 smut #scream x reader #scream1996x reader

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incideous · 1 year

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˓𓄹 ࣪˖ CRIMINAL • simon “ghost” riley & johnny “soap” mactavish

♡ pairing: simon riley x fem!reader x johnny mactavish

♡ word count: 5.5k (stayed up til 4am just to finish it, as the horny hours have TRANSCENDED!!!)

♡ bunny’s note:: I was supposed to release this on my birthday (which was yesterday) but I wasn’t feeling right so guess what, you getting it today. and this shit is SPICYYY!

♡ content contains: throat fucking, rough sex, slight spanking, sexual degradation, dom!simon, dom!johnny, sub!reader, face riding, slapping, talk about murder, double penetrating (2 dicks, 1 hole), nipple play, cumplay, creampie, hair pulling, orgasm denial, extreme dirty talk

You woke up to the sound of glass shattering, a loud ringing sound before there was utter silence. It took you a few seconds to realize what was going on. Have you been dreaming? No, you were for sure not, you knew you had heard glass shatter in the other room somewhere.

It couldn’t be anything but an intruder since you were home alone. a cold sweat came across your body, your nerves beginning to build, driving you absolutely wild.

You were getting scared now, nothing but silence in the house. Not one sound of movement, breathing, nothing. you looked at the clock next to your bed, 3:49 am. You felt every bone in your body freeze. You wanted to get up, you really did but something in you just couldn’t. if there was really an intruder, you’d be fucked.

Then, just as your fingers began to lift up your blanket, you heard it. Footsteps.

Someone was in your home. Your eyes widened as you peered at your closed bathroom door. Whoever it was, they surely were just trying to rob you, right? They could take whatever they wanted as long as it wasn’t your life.

You stared at the bedroom door, a single drop of sweat sliding down your forehead onto your blanket. You weren’t hot, no. Just extremely nervous. in fact, if anything, you were freezing. your blood was running cold, a shiver running down your spine as you listened to the footsteps. They moved slow, steady and sly, like a snake.

Your hearts basically pounding into your chest at this point. Letting out a shaky breath, you didn’t even realize that your fingers were trembling against the covers.

Please don’t come this way, please…

You were never that religious but you suddenly found yourself bowing your head, praying for forgiveness for whatever you had done for this to be your fate. Suddenly, everything was silent.

You were still mumbling your prayer, “Please father forgive me for whatever my wrongdoings may have been. I-”

You lifted your head as you heard a sudden stomp of footsteps directly outside your bedroom door. You saw a shadow underneath the door frame, two feet. No. Four.

There was not just one intruder in your home. There were two. You cursed yourself for not turning off the hall light, you’d rather not see them as they made the situation worse.

You hadn’t even noticed that you began to cry, hot tears flowing down your cheeks as you bit the inside of them, tasting the rusty flavor of blood. Your teeth chattered in nervousness, biting down hard on your bottom lip as you heard the door knob begin to twist.

You shook in fear when the door opened, two men walking into the room. They both had masks on from what you could see, horrifying you. They were dressed in all black, feet shuffling across the wood floor.

Your lip started to bleed from how hard you were biting down on it, your body cold and shaking. You could feel the intruders cold hard stares on you, one beginning to move towards you.

“And so there you are, little miss L/N- I really would have come sooner but it isn’t that easy finding someone as important as your address.” An incredibly deep voice spoke. You trembled a bit more. Who in the actual fuck could this be? and how the hell did he know your name?

“You know-” the deep voice paused, his tongue clicking as he seemed to be in deep thought. “I searched everywhere for you. When I couldn’t find you anywhere I figured I’d have to do with breaking into your base, finding your address for myself once and for all and now here we are.”

His voice seemed anything but joyful. He seemed cold. You were shaking just thinking about what they were going to do to you. More specifically, him.

“You see, I’ve been watching you Y/N,” he even knows your first name? “I must say, i’m not amused with how poorly you speak on my name.” He continued to speak and now, your thoughts were running wild. Who could this possibly be? Who is this person inside of your home and what does he mean? Your mind clicks to your ex-boyfriend, Phillip Graves, he must’ve set you up and this must all be a joke.

“are you catching on yet?” The intruder asked you, the one next to him cocking his head to the side to stare at you.

You shook your head anxiously.

“Speak.”

Then, it flooded out of you.

“N-no, I don't know what you’re talking about, in fact, I don’t even know who you are. Just please don’t hurt me, please.” You practically begged at this point, the first male letting out a deep chuckle.

What he said next has your blood running cold.

“Does the name “Ghost” ring a bell?” He asked, though it wasn’t actually a question, more like telling you because of course you knew who Ghost was. It’s Simon Riley. One of most notorious criminals in the city, for fucks sakes he’s part of the infamous TF-141. He wasn’t one to play with at all.

“Ah, so it does.” he chuckles deeply, “Soap, why don’t you turn on the lights, I think Miss Y/N has some explaining to do.”

The second male moved to the light switch, flicking it on as quickly as he could. The room instantly lit up, you’re shaking and now, they could tell your exact reaction to their presence.

“You see Y/N, you haven’t said any nice things about me. You’re not a very nice girl.” Ghost spoke out, face still hidden under a mask.

You’re still quaking, that was until he said something that made you pissed beyond belief.

“You know I’m going to kill you tonight, right? ‘M gonna enjoy watching you beg for your life, on your knees, tears running down your pretty little face. You know, has your daddy ever taught you to not talk bad about those who you don’t know?” He huskily voiced out, laughing towards the end.

“Fuck you.” You snarled now angry tears streaming down your cheek.

“Ah, so she finally appears. Hello Y/N, I’ve been expecting you.” He teases, voice loud and practically shakes the room.

It was like a certain switch inside you was turned and now, you were furious. Who the hell does he think he is, storming into your house with some friend, threatening you.

“What the hell do you want, Ghost? You’re gonna kill me? All because i’m putting your bad behavior out to the world, showing them what you really are?” You were shaking in anger, pausing to collect your breath. “What are we, in kindergarten? You’re getting offended and hurt over the truth? The truth that you’re an evil bastard who scandals to make a living? You know what, fuck you…”

You didn’t know what he said that pissed you off so much but it did and now he was pissed.

“You got quite the mouth on you, princess. no one’s ever taught you how to use it, I suppose.” The other male spoke, his voice was somewhat as deep as Simon’s, it was a little softer.

Ghost agreed with him, “Sure seems like it.”

You rolled your eyes, the tears now dead and gone. “So what’re you waiting for Simon? Go on, shoot me. Kill me.” You challenged him, a dark scowl forming on his face behind the mask.

“Maybe I will.”

“Maybe.”

You looked him in the eyes, his eyes a dark brown color. You guys go way back and he’s always been a criminal, a scandalous villain.

You see, you’re a news reporter and one of your biggest stories almost every week is now how Simon Riley has just managed to pull off a $5 million dollar heist. He has even killed people you’re sure. Of course, he was “proven” innocent but you knew he had paid someone off to get him off the hook. Hell, he was threatening you now.

“Let’s think back to your most recent report about me, shall we?” Ghost smiles behind his mask, tapping his finger on his temple as if he’s in deep thought. “Ah!” He dramatically smirks.

You shook your head knowing exactly what he’s talking about. Your most recent report about him was bad, not the worse but still bad.

“Notorious criminal known as Ghost was seen strolling into a luxury boutique on 6th Avenue yesterday evening. Ghost, if you’re watching, what’s next? What evil plan do you have up your sleeve now? If you’re done being a real piece of work, our city would like a piece of peace. We ask that you only begin to respect others in your-” Simon paused, taking a moment to think. “What was it you said? Oh, careless, heartless soul. You’re not welcome in this city, Ghost.”

“I was watching Y/N. You didn’t think that I’d watch my favorite news reporter did you?” He taunted you. You didn’t know why you felt yourself soften a bit at his words even when he was literally mocking you.

“You’re not very nice, baby.”

“Oh because you’re such an angel, right?” You mocked him, a dark glint reappearing in both his and his accomplice’s eyes.

You felt your breath hitch as he removed his mask, his overly attractive face coming into view. You’d never met him in person and you were sick to say that he was easily the most attractive man you’ve ever come across. His eyes were like chocolates, lips pink and naturally in a line, and his skin glowed under the light. He looked… tasty.

You cursed yourself for thinking what you were but you couldn’t help it. The fact that you hadn’t been touched by a man in months didn’t help either.

The other man followed Ghost’s lead, removing his mask almost directly after. You felt yourself throb at his facial features. He was breathtaking . His skin was a little darker than Ghost’s, plumper lips also a nice shade of pink. They both looked fucking amazing.

You hadn’t known you were so deeply wrapped up in staring at them until Simon cleared his throat, a cocky smirk played out on his lips. “you're staring baby, like what you see, huh?”

You almost couldn’t speak, wrapped up in their extremely good looks. Why was it always the worst guys who had to look the best?

“I’m no rocket scientist but if I was I’d say that you’re definitely giving Johnny here something similar to the sort.” Simon spoke, a deep laugh leaving his lips. You didn’t catch on until you looked at “Johnny.”

There was a huge bulge in his tight blue jeans and you were sure you couldn’t have been the cause of it. At the same time, it made your thoughts run wild. Has he possibly gotten turned on by you?

A small smirk crept up on Soap’s face as he peered down at you. “And I’m no woman expert but isn’t a hard nipple a sign of being horny?” Simon cockily turns his head to you, a smirk evident on his beautiful features.

You hated what you were thinking. You couldn’t stand that you wanted both of them to just destroy you in this exact moment. It absolutely made you sick that you wanted them both.

“I’m cold.” You blunted replied, covering your chest by pulling the thin blanket over. You cursed yourself for only wearing panties to sleep. You had done this since you moved out of your parents house, Graves always telling you that one day you’d regret it if you woke up and there was a sudden incident where you’d have to run outside in the spur of the moment. Now it wasn’t one of those times.

You didn’t want to get up and leave. You wanted to get up and kiss the two men right in front of you. Wanted to do the unspeakable.

Ghost laughed, looking at your alarm clock which had the temperature displayed. “It’s 80º F. There’s no way you’re cold.”

You shook your head. How could you possibly admit to your worst enemy that you wanted him and his partner to fuck you until you see stars? You just couldn’t, right?

“Admit it.” Simon spoke, his deep voice rough and filled with want, “you’re horny.”

You rolled your eyes, “am not.”

Though you were, you just didn’t want to give him the opportunity to say that he got you all hot and bothered for him.

“Don’t lie, lying doesn’t look good on such a pretty girl like you.” Johnny spoke from the right side of you, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“I bet you’re so soaked right now-” a dark smirk on Ghost’s face. “If you’ve gotten so flustered over just our faces, what’re you going to do when you see the real star of the show?” He looked down at his crotch. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

Something was telling you to just tell them to leave, to try and run but you just just couldn’t.

You slowly stood, the thin blanket that was wrapped around you to hide your breasts fell to the bed, both Simon and Johnny’s eyes on your beautiful figure.

You didn’t know why you were doing this, something inside you just clicked and now, here you are. You placed your dainty hand on Simon’s cheek feeling his incredibly soft skin. You felt him tense up under your touch as he was in a zone for a second. That was until you placed your lips on his, tasting vanilla.

It took him a second to catch on, his lips beginning to move against yours. Though, neither of you were going slow. It was like you pressed your lips against his, it took him as second to realize what was going on and boom, his tongue was dancing against yours and your teeth were nipping his bottom lip.

His big hands roamed down your silk skin until he reached your ass, which he firmly gripped on, his nails clawing at the sensitive skin. You whimpered into his mouth sending him into a whole new attitude.

He came here for a reason. He wouldn’t tell you yet but he was thinking this was much better than any reason he could think of.

Your pussy throbbed as you felt his hardening cock straining against his jeans, pressed against your stomach.

He was fighting back a groan as you slipped your free hand underneath his jacket, feeling up his hard abdomen. It felt like a brick, god you hadn’t known he was this fit.

He pulled away from the kiss with a hearse bite to your bottom lip, a small whimper leaving your kiss swollen lips. His lips were a dark red from the kiss, eyes still a glowing brown color.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Ghost mumbles to you, his hands still gripping onto your ass. You nod rather quickly, never trusting yourself more than now. You didn’t care about the outcome, you just needed him and Soap, obviously.

A sinister smirk makes its way onto his delicious lips, his big hand delivering a harsh smack to your ass. Johnny watches as it jiggles, his mouth watering. He couldn’t wait to devour you.

“You made a big mistake fucking with me, babydoll, know I guess you’ll have to deal with the consequences. Get on your knees.” Simon whispers into your ear, slapping your almost redend ass once more before you obey, dropping to your knees at his command.

He takes off his jacket and shirt finally revealing his extremely fit body. You’d get to take off your panties but you could feel the wetness of your arousal leaking onto your thighs as you prepped yourself onto your knees.

You reach up to unbuckle Simon’s pants which he lightly slaps your hands away. “Hands behind your back.”

You were melting in excitement, biting down hard on your bottom lip as he undid his belt buckle, dropping down his jeans. Your heart dropped to your stomach when your eyes landed on his bulge. You could tell just from behind the cloth of his boxers, he was huge.

Simon chuckles as you stared at his bulge, his dick twitching in anticipation. Your eyes widened as he pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out. He was hard, precum leaking from his swollen tip. Your mouth watered. God you just wanted to taste him.

“Look at you,” he spoke, his husky voice sending chills down your spine, “on your knees for someone you claim to hate more than anything. You don’t look like you hate me, baby girl.”

You couldn’t even talk back. You didn’t want to. You just wanted him.

“You wanna suck my cock, don’t you?” He teased, your cheeks hit as you felt his hot stare.

Soap was on your bed, palming against himself through his boxers. He discarded his pants long ago, waiting for Ghost’s orders. He knew better than to touch you without permission.

You nodded slowly, hips wiggling in eager excitement.

“Beg for it.” He whispered, pursing his lips as he stroked his cock, mere inches away from your face.

You pouted slowly, knowing he wasn’t gonna give in unless you obeyed.

“Please, Simon, please.” you practically begged, your voice coming just above a whisper.

“Please, what?”

“Please let me suck your cock” you whined softly, your lips pouty once again.

Simon nodded, stepping forward just a bit so his cock was pressing against your lips. You opened your mouth slightly, his dick coming between your lips to rest on your flattened tongue. “I think you know what to do.” He murmured, his hands resting behind his neck as he peered down at you.

You greedily took in his cock, lips wrapping around the thickness. He was easily the biggest you’ve ever seen. His cock hits the back of your throat rather quickly, a small gag coming from you.

“Slow down, doll, there’s plenty of time to be greedy.” He laughed. He noticed Soap on the bed and you on your knees and got the best idea.

“Johnny.” He called out, a bit breathless from the way your lips are wrapped around him. “How would you like to taste her?”

You and Soap both widened your eyes, your hands coming up to wrap around the remainder of Simon’s cock.

You didn’t see Johnny’s reaction but from the shuffling you heard behind you, you knew he’d agreed.

You see Ghost behind you, a smirk on his lips as you paused, confused as to what’s going on. Two hands were placed on your hips, lifting up just a little as Ghost slid underneath you.

It took a minute before you realized your knees were on either side of his face, your clothed pussy directly above his face. He winked at you, before pulling your panties to the side blowing cool air onto your dripping cunt.

Shivering at the contact, goosebumps began to form on your skin. You were staring down at Johnny as he slowly licked a stripe up your wet slit, a moan escaping your lips. You craved this kind of attention and now, you were getting it.

Johnny kept eye contact as he continued licking up and down your cunt in teasing motions. You were focused on him before a light slap was delivered to your cheek, resulting in you looking up in shock at Simon.

“I don’t think I told you to stop, angel.” He spoke, your lips instantly wrapping around his cock once again. He signed, his hips thrusting up a little at the contact.

Simon watched as you fluttered your eyelashes up at him, taking his cock into your mouth as far as you could. You began to bob your head up and down on this thick cock, a small groan escaping his lips.

You whimpered around his cock as Soap finally stopped teasing, wrapping his lips around your clit. Your nails dug into Simon’s thighs, sure to leave marks. Johnny began to suck on your clit, causing a small moan to vibrate against Ghost’s cock once again.

“Fuck, she’s so wet Simon.” Soap practically groans against your cunt, his lips attaching themselves around your clit once again. His teeth graze over the sensitive nub, causing you to jolt in both pleasure and sensitivity, all while Simon’s cock is still in your mouth.

Simon stares down at you, admiring the way you look below him. His hands come down to move a stray hair out of your face so he can have the perfect view.

Johnny on the other hand, loves the way your pussy is dripping at his contact, teasing a finger at your throbbing hole. You moan around Simon’s cock, your hands moving up and down his thick cock along with your mouth, quiet slurping sounds both coming from both you and Soap.

“What would everyone think if they knew their favorite news reporter was on her knees for me, sucking me off like the good little whore that she is?” You moaned at his words. You couldn’t think of a response, only took him deeper into your throat.

Ghost chuckled softly, “let’s see how far you can go, sweetheart.”

It was a matter of seconds before he was gripping at your hair, harshly pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. His hips began to thrust into your face, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth at a rather rough pace. You blinked your eyes up at him, tears threatening to spill as you gagged around his cock.

You loved being manhandled, it drove you the good kind of nuts.

A tight groan emitted from Simon’s lips, his eyes clenched shut as he continued throat fucking you. Johnny’s finger decided to stop teasing, slipping into your tight cunt, a loud muffled moan coming from you. His teeth nibbled at your clit, finger pumping in and out of you slowly. Your hips rolled against his face, wanting more.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as Ghost continued to thrust, eyes now open and peering down into yours like the devil himself. He bit his bottom lip as he continued, his cock twitching in your throat. He was close and so were you.

Soap added another finger into your throbbing cunt , your walls clenching around him on instinct. He groaned against your clit, reaching up to slap it lightly. You shuttered, Simon’s cock cutting off your airflow as you focused on getting him off. Two more harsh thrusts and he still hadn’t cum yet, simply pulling out as you coughed a little, a string of his precum and saliva connecting from his cock to your mouth.

“I’m not cumming yet unless it’s in your pussy, understand?” He simply spoke, turning his attention to your body.

You nodded looking down at Johnny as you attempt to catch your breath. Your hips wiggled on his face as you rubbed your clit against his flattened tongue. His fingers curled inside of you, a cracked moan coming from you once again.

Simon leaned down, pulling your hands away so he could focus on your breasts. “Let me see these pretty tits, baby.” He smirked, his face coming down to blow hot air against your hardened nipples.

“mhmm please.” You whimpered, speaking to Simon. He mumbled something about “impatient angel” but then wrapped his lips around one of your nipples. You moaned, your hands digging into his brown locks. You tugged at the soft strands as his teeth grazed over the hard nub.

He chuckled against your breasts as Johnny began sucking on your clit, gripping your hips to keep you still.

You were so close, so on edge. You threw your head back as your orgasm approached, your legs trembling as you whimpered.

but then it all stopped.

Simon stood and Johnny stopped, sliding you up to have you stand. You whined softly, a smirk plastered on both of their perfect faces.

“You didn’t really think we were going to let you cum, did you?” Ghost asked seriously, looking at you and then at Soap.

“You naughty girl, naughty girls don’t get rewarded, you know.” Johnny spoke softly, licking his fingers which were still dripping in your arousal. He urged a finger to Simon, in which he wrapped his lips around sucking your juices off Johnny’s fingers.

“Sweet.” He whispered, his eyes darkening once again.

You looked to Soap who had a wet spot in the middle of his boxers where his cock still stood, straining against the fabric. You realized he hadn’t been touched at all.

You began to walk towards him, legs trembling slightly from the lack of your orgasm. Ghost eyed you up and down, not yet finished with you. He saw you walk to Johnny but just watched. He wanted to see what you were going to do.

You dropped down to your knees in front of Soap, his eyes widening a bit as he looked to Ghost for approval. Simon nodded, a smirk on his lips. Your throat was still sore from Simon but you wanted this. You wanted to make Johnny feel good just like he had you.

Johnny smirked as he looked down at you, tears stained on your cheeks. He didn’t plan on going slow, and he just hoped you were prepared.

Your hands took down his boxers, his cock spilling out. He wasn’t as big as Simon but still one of the biggest. His cock was red at the tip, covered in precum. You licked your lips as you pressed his dick to your lips, kissing it before opening your mouth.

Simon watched, stroking his cock softly.

Johnny instantly groaned, he deserved this. He knew he had to. He was as patient as ever, finally getting what he wanted.

You bring your hand up to stroke him as you sucked softly at his cock, paying most attention to the throbbing tip. You moaned out as you rubbed your thighs together, trying to gain just the tiniest bit of friction. Soap noticed and chuckled, his hands tugging your hair softly.

"Look at you, eager little slut aren't you?" Johnny teased, thrusting his hips to meet your set pace. "you need to be touched that badly?"

You moaned at his words, absolutely loving his dirty talk.

"Johnny, don't be easy on her." Simon spoke from a few feet away, watching the events that took place.

Soap nodded, groans escaping his lips as he picked up the pace, his cock sliding further down your throat. you moaned, preparing yourself for this once again.

You hummed as his cock slid in and out of your mouth, sending good vibrations onto his thick length. He gripped your hair whispering something about "such a good girl" and "love the way you're sucking my cock."

You felt tears pricking your eyes again as he thrusted in and out of your mouth, your teeth softly grazing against his cock. he whimpered at the contact, driving you wild.

The room was filled with your gagging and slurping sounds along with Soap’s whimpers and occasional groans.

He was groaning when you felt a pair of hands grasping on to your hips, your lips disconnecting from Johnny’s cock.

Simon’s hands dug so hard into your hips, you knew there'd be bruises. Johnny whined from the loss of contact and you smirked. now he knew how it felt to be denied.

"bend over, hands behind your back." Simon ordered you onto the bed, leading to you obeying him. you slid off your panties before bending over the bed, arching your back so they could get a good view of your pussy.

Simon inhaled deeply as he stared at you, spread out for him and waiting. he ordered Johnny to get underneath you once again, to which he also obeyed him.

You knew something was going on between the two. Maybe they were an item.

Soap looked up at you, completely naked underneath you. He admired your soft features and actually took in your beauty.

Graves was right, you truly were a beauty.

You felt Simom come up from behind you, his hands rubbing your ass softly. "i'm going to fuck you, prep you for both of our cocks. understand?"

You nodded softly, staring into Soap’s eyes as v spoke. "Words beautiful, words."

"Yes Simon." you replied, your voice cracking. you were dripping again, so damn horny and all because of them.

You whimpered as Simon’s ock slid against your slit, lathering his tip in your arousal. Johnny tilted your chin and began peppering kisses against your jaw as Simon continued to tease.

"You have such a pretty pussy, shame 'm gonna wreck it." Simon huskily spoke, before sliding his cock into your tight walls. you clenched instinctively around his cock, a loud moan escaping your lips.

"Fuckk." Simon groaned out, his hands placed on your hips. Johnny leaned up to place his lips against yours, muffling your moans of both pain and pleasure.

Ghost didn't wait for you to adjust. He continued to thrust in and out, slowly building up his pace. Johnny’s tongue slid against yours, his kiss being much more soft than Ghost's.

"You're so tight, babydoll."

Soap took in your bottom lip as you pulled back to moan softly, sucking it harshly. "oh fuck, S-Simon." you moaned out, his cock already wrecking you.

He was hitting spots never hit before, your cunt throbbing around him. "so warm and tight, my little slut." Simon groaned, his hand coming down to slap your ass.

You closed your eyes, his cock slamming in and out of you. Johnny’s hand slapped your face, "Eyes open Princess."

You stared down at him as his cock began to rub against your clit. " 'm gonna need to feel that pussy." he mumbled against your lips as he pressed his lips against yours once again.

"C'mon Johnny, fuck her with me." Simon demanded, his hand gripping the reddening flesh of your ass.

Soap didn't need to be told twice. His cock was sliding against Johnny's as he entered you, All three of you letting out delicious moans. "Fucking hell, Johnny." Simon groaned, biting down on his bottom lip. Soap slid in, balls deep wondering how you were able to fit the both of them inside of you. You looked so tiny.

His eyes rolled back as he felt you clench around the both of them. Johnny began to kiss you again, loving the taste of himself in your mouth. He loved how dirty it was.

"Look at little miss news reporter, taking two criminal cocks at once? you're such a dirty slut y/n, aren't you?" Simon spoke, his voice booming.

When you didn't reply, he slapped your ass making you whimper, "Aren't you?"

You broke away from Soap’s kiss, nodding instantly. "Yes, all for you."

They both grinned cockily, Simon’s hand grabbing a handful of your hair. He guided you back onto both of their cocks by your hair, your hips slamming onto the both of them.

You moaned as they hit deep, knowing all three of you won't last much longer. "you're taking our cocks so well princess. you're loving this, huh?" Johnny questioned you, his minty breath hot against your face.

"God, yes." you whined, as Johnny began twisting your nipple. He smirked as you became putty for the both of them.

You were so close, with Soap pinching your nipples and both of their cocks thrusting in you at an unbelievably fast pace, you were going to come in a matter of seconds.

"Are you gonna cum, pretty girl?" Simon questioned knowing you were extremely close. You nodded, making both him and Johnny smirk at each other.

“You better beg for it, sweet thing.”

You hummed, knowing you were so close, deciding not to take any chances, you begged.

“Please Simon, J-Johnny. Let me cum, please. I need to cum.” you pleaded, your voice coming out a whiny mess.

Ghost and Soap nodded at each other in approval before they both leaned into your ear, biting your lobes softly. “Cum.”

That was all it took for you to throw your head back, your cunt clenching around both of their cocks, one of them hitting your g-spot in the process. you moaned loudly, an ear piercing moan as Johnny sucked a hickey onto your neck, coaxing you through your orgasm.

Your pussy clenching rapidly was all it took for the both of them to cum, inside of you, lathering your walls with their cum.

They both whimpered and groaned as they came undone in you, against each other.

You were all sweaty messes as Simon pulled out of you first, his fingers collecting some of him, yours and Johnny’s cum, licking it off his fingers.

Hottest fucking sight ever.

Soap pulled out of you next, a small whimper coming from his pink swollen lips.

Simon looked a little worried as he turned you to face him. “We’re obviously not gonna kill ya, but ‘fa the love of Christ do not tell Graves about this.”

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Can I pls request a BTS reaction? They have a crush on their friend who is not a celebrity, so they can't confess to her because of their reputation/job, but they are really close. One day someone from their company revealed a sensitive information about them. So, the members and the company accused her of it because they thought that she was only with them to become famous. They didn't believe her and also told her many hurtful things. But later it was revealed that it was not her but someone else and she was telling the truth. Later they try to reconcile with her and asks her to forgive them but it was too late. Can you please write it as angst?

If it's too specific for you, you don't have to write it. Thank you anyways ☺️☺️

my first ask! thank you so much for sending this! my bts skills may be a tad bit rusty, so i'm sorry if this isn't up to par with your expectations. im doing allll the research i can! some things may be changed up a bit, but i'm trying to stick to your prompt the best that i can!

summary: forbidden love hurts, and it sometimes builds up frustration inside you, which then turns into flipping out on the person you love nonsensically solely because you're overwhelmed. they had to learn to think before they act, and, now, they're suffering from the consequences of their actions.

characters: just to test the waters and see if you like what i'm doing, i am only doing kim namjoon. if you like this, i will continue with the other members i’m comfortable writing! please tell me if i did well or was a lil' off. i'll always take constructive criticism:)

kim namjoon never meant to hurt anyone, but he especially made sure that he would not hurt you. he cares about you so much, to the point where seeing you even slightly sad could mess up his whole day.

you're bts's songwriter and producer, but also their friend. when they make plans, they want to include you, always. even if they go to the beach for a run bts episode, they want YOU to be there after the cameras are off. of course, every single member of the group wants you to be around, but namjoon insists on it. you're his safe place, the person he confides in when times get hard--why wouldn't he want you there?

"are you sure you don't want to come with us on this tour?" namjoon looks at you with full passion in his eyes. he wants you to come with them, even if he won't directly say it. "you know that we will always want you to come with, right?"

that little "we" always gets you every time. sure, you know that it's true, and so does he, but that's not what you want to hear and that's not what he wants to say. you want to hear him say "i want you to come with," but it feels like he refuses to say it. he's only not saying it because it'll make his feelings too real, and he can't deal with the reality that you can never be his.

"ah, i know, joonie... but i need to work on the ideas you all gave me for this next album. it's the final one before you all go on hiatus, so i can't take a break," you respond, playing with your bowl of ramen without eating it. you're the only two in the kitchen, and it's quiet. "i'd love to go, but i just can't afford to right now. you know i'm short on money."

namjoon sighs, but nods. "i understand. it's just gonna be hard to be on tour without you."

you send him a sweet smile, then giggle softly. "you're such a baby, did you know that?"

"it's our little secret, keep it hush."

that wasn't the secret that destroyed everything you've built with him over the past decade, but it was more of a foreshadow. you felt excited at the idea of having a secret with him, but also dread--this is silly, though. you guys have thousands of secrets. you're best friends, and you always have been, so why is your gut telling you to fight or fly?

around a week later, dispatch reports on news that namjoon has never told a soul about--except for you. the moment his brain processes the information told to him by the higher-ups, he immediately gets up from his seat and marches to your usual spot that you linger in.

"get out."

"huh?"

your face is full of pure confusion, a bit like a deer in headlights. sure, you've had your arguments and fights before, but he has never been this harsh off the bat--hell, he was rarely ever truly harsh.

the way his eyes look at you with pure disgust, and the sarcastic laugh he lets out... it feels like you don't know who's standing in front of you. yeah, it's namjoon, but... it's also not.

"i knew you were desperate for money, y/n, but i didn't think you'd be this desperate. if i knew you were like this, i would've fired you sooner."

"namjoon, what the hell are you talking about?" you stand up from your seat, yelling at him a bit. it's obvious you aren't even mad, you're just a mix of confused, scared, and worried.

"you know what i'm talking about, y/n. hell, the rest of the world does as well, since you decided to go to dispatch about it."

he holds up his phone so you can look at the site he pulled up. you scrolled and scrolled in pure shock, confusion, and disgust. "i... namjoon, i did not rat you out to anyone. why would i?"

"people like you only care about money. figure it out, and get out of this dorm."

absolutely stunned, you walk to the door in complete silence, then turn around. he looks a bit lost in thought, then he finally sees you. you, whose eyes are full of tears; you, whose cheeks are red due to how panicked you got from him yelling; and you, who refused to yell at him back even when he disrespected you.

while he was so sure he was right, a pit in his stomach grew larger. he feels like he’s doing something bad, something wrong, and he doesn’t know why.

"i just want to say," you pause for a second, then continued. "if this is the real you, kim namjoon, maybe i should've been the one to expose you after all."

you slam the door.

months have passed, and you work at a local music store. sure, you write songs still, but they're not for anyone else except you. you refused to talk to all of them, talk about all of them, or even think about any of them. in your mind, bts disbanded the second he broke your heart, and your trust. truthfully, it’s unfair, as all the other members have texted you so many times and begged for a response, but you can’t think of them without thinking of him.

the store is completely empty, so you're scrolling through every single social media app you have downloaded brainlessly. the words you're reading are not completely processing in your head at all, they kinda just look like funky shapes.

one title, though, caught your attention.

"kim namjoon talks about trust, compassion, and friendship in recent SEVENTEEN interview."

your jaw clenches, and you slam your phone down. your tears are threatening to come out, but you refuse to let yourself still be hurt by him. he doesn't deserve your time, your tears, your anything. that's, at least, what you keep trying to convince yourself of, anyways.

the bell at the door rings, and you try to regain your composure. you

"welcome to good vibes, home to all of the--"

you freeze. you don't know what to do, what to say, or how to even move. are you supposed to say anything? it's not like he’s saying anything—hell, he has a mask over his face and a hood on his head, but you KNOW it’s him. now, he’s just staring at you blankly. you’re wearing a mask, so maybe there’s a chance—

“y/n,” namjoon softly says your name, and your heart pangs against your chest. it’s a mix of heartbreak, anxiety, and all the leftover love you have for him. “i was looking for you.”

you’re so nervous, you could burst into tears. you want to hop over your desk and run into his arms and tell him how much you miss him, but also how much you hate him for hurting you so much. why do you still love a man that said such unforgivable words?

“why?” your words were a bit breathy, and you began to chuckle a bit while shaking your head. “there’s nothing left to say—unless, y’know, you’re gonna tell me all i care about is money again because i have a job.”

“i’m sorry,” namjoon sighs, then walks to you. the desk separates you, but you wish you could fall into his arms. you keep your composure all the same, though.

“that day, i was so stressed. it felt as if so many things were happening at once, and to know that a secret that i only told you got out… i felt so much betrayal all at once, i didn’t want to hear you out. if i’m being completely vulnerable, i wanted to go cry,” he let out a small chuckle.

looking at you, your face was completely unreadable. it’s like you were thinking of so many things, but also of nothing at the same time. was he doing well? he doesn’t know. he’s just going with what he feels in his heart.

“in my heart, i knew i should’ve ran back to you and apologized; in my heart, i knew i should’ve heard every single word you said, because you would never lie to me,” namjoon balls his hands into a fists, then looks at you in the eyes, “so i’m sorry it took so long for me to realize that i was wrong.”

the store was tense, and all you could hear is the music playing so softly in the background as you stare at him. he’s trying to read your expression, to see if there’s any bit of leftover love in your eyes, but it just feels cold.

after a minute, you begin to laugh. it’s a full laughing attack, actually, and namjoon just stares. his heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach, because he’s not stupid—he knows this means he’s fucked up.

“what, did you think was a kdrama, namjoon? did you think i was going to hear that apology, jump into your arms, and say, ‘oppa, never hurt me ever again!’ or something?” you say these words while still laughing, and namjoon is still stunned. “what happened for you to come up here and say this to me? based on your new change in personality with… hating poor people and all, i can’t imagine you just woke up one day and did it.”

“we found who actually did it. it was our stylist, sooyoung.”

“so that’s what it took for you to finally realize i was innocent? instead of thinking back ro everything you said to me and how hurt i was, it took them finding out the real person behind the crime for you to realize i was telling the truth?”

you slam your hand on the desk, and your body is trembling. you’re on an adrenaline rush, but you’re also sad, scared, and angry. namjoon notices this and places his hand on yours, like he always used to.

“y/n, you’re shaking, please ca—“

“i don’t give a fuck, namjoon,” you yell, and namjoon is completely frozen. “i’ve known you since you were a trainee, and, yet, you still thought that i was some… freaky gold digger that would sell her friends out for money. do you know how much that hurts? to know that you think i have the potential to be like that?”

namjoon’s eyes begin to tear up, while your eyes have already overflown. your cheeks are entirely red, and you let out a choked sob. your head drops, and you let out a dry chuckle.

“for over a decade, i have been nothing but loyal and true to you; yet, it takes a full-blown investigation for you to realize how you did me wrong,” you then look up at him with no sympathy in your body. “it’s my turn to tell you to get out, namjoon. and, for your sake, never come back. i never want to see you again.”

he hesitates to walk away, and you’re staring at him, emotionless.

“what, are you deaf? get out.”

namjoon finally leaves, walking quickly towards his car, and you fall to your knees. you’re on the cold floor, shaking and crying, as you realize your life will never be the same ever again.

#bts #bts scenarios #bts x reader #namjoon scenarios #namjoon!‎ ‎𖹭 #namjoon x reader

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heyhey! You said you had a request but couldn’t see it and in case it was mine here i am once again humbling asking you to feed my delusions. I am the same person who asked for the one with the fake dating trope and the one where reader spawns into the lobby :))

But i am here now going for a more angsty route! >:) Granted, this is more of an OC x Alastor but im describing it more generic for the populace BUT HERE GOES

right before “Cover me” reader kept silently glancing over at Alastor which was on the dance floor, subconsciously making him approach her. He goes of course they have a (Important for later) conversation like “I havent seen you around here. Are you new around town?” “Just moved in actually~” “Well, Id love to give you a tour someday, the names Alastor” and he kisses her hand “Ah a charmer, ill have to be careful around you” (OR A MORE ELEGANT CONVERSATION THEN THAT I SUCK AT DIALOGUE) then theres the knife and gun scene and the team up

And then they get together after about a year or two and I dont wanna say theyre legally married but eventually use wife and husband terms because its more fancy and gives them more respect in eyes of others but they have been together for around 5 years at this point.

but then the events of 1925 happen where readers twin brother dies because some bastards set fire to his house and Reader has an argument with Alastor before eventually going alone to avenge her brother (theyre like “theres too many, youll die” “so be it!”)

Reader kills them all (duh) but because it was January and extremely cold she eventually gets hypothermia and during the delusions it gives she stumbles and gets impaled on an abandoned rusty fence spike and dies :3

Alastor find her and gives her a proper burial and 8 years later in 1933 while visiting readers grave he gets shot canonically

But these 8 years gave reader enoigh time in hell to establish her own dominance and due to the life she lived and the death of hypothermia- she gets turned into a sort of blizzard demon. Around 180 cm with black limbs, white fluffy hair and fluffy ears and a white tail as a sinner form and for the demon form im thinking of the faceless Room Guardians by Anyaboz on Instagram (incredible artist btw) with ice powers like summoning weapons and ice spikes and ice touches and moving freely (like Kindred’s wolf in League) in her blizzard. Taking over half the pentagram like this-

Until 1933 when Alastor pops up in hell, does his demon business and eventually wants to check out these frozen parts and goes into a bar very similar to the one they met and sees reader at the table and then THEY HAVE THE EXACT SAME CONVERSATION THEY HAD WHEN THEY FIRST MET (maybe with the knife and gun scene too hehe) and theyre both like “i forgive you” or smth idk maybe they just have a silent agreement- either way.

After they met the blizzard stops and no one knows why or who did it :>, readers identity as the blizzard demon remaining a secret

BTW I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE- if you want more i have a ton of ideas because brain rot- (also lil side note i kind of imagine reader as albino because it would fit my ocs lore a bit more- but keeping it basic would fit everyones ideas of their own reader so! do what you please you already made my day better by reading my ideas come to life :3))

yes!! i did see yours and it is currently in third place for requests i need to fill so ill probably get it done by this weekend, early next week at the latest. it’s just taking me a bit because i’m in midterms rn and also i want to make sure i get in all the details :) i think it might’ve been a request for alastor’s mom reader x lucifer?? i recall getting one about that but can’t seem to find it anywhere. long story short,, your request is in progress and i will post it as soon as i have the time to finish it up :)

UPDATE: This piece has officially been posted as of Friday February 23rd, 2024.

Frostbite (Alastor x Reader)

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor the radio demon #fic writer #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #request things #request one shot #asks #answered asks

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{1700 event}

It's been hella long I did smuttttt. Please forgive me if i'm a little rusty hehe, but I enjoyed writing this!

Character: Nishinoya Yuu x F! reader AU: royal AU TW: nsfw - losing virginity / unchecked works / arranged marriage / kinda fluffy

You sat in front of your huge vanity table, looking at yourself. You gave a sigh.

"What's wrong lady y/n? Why the sigh? Are you unwell?" your servant Lucille asked.

"I'm alright, it's just-"

"Just what, lady y/n?"

"Am I ugly? Or unlikable?"

"Why in the world would you think that, Lady y/n?!" Lucille was shocked, "you're one of the most well-mannered princess in this castle, everyone loves you."

"Except my own husband that is," you sighed, "he was forced wasn't he? To marry me."

You and Prince Noya were in an arranged marriage and were married for 3 months now, but Noya barely had time to even accompany you. He had to go for many expeditions and would be away for days and weeks, and on days he was in the castle, he would leave in wee hours of the morning and come home past midnight.

It was as though he wanted to avoid you. Then why? Why did he agree to this arranged marriage by your fathers?

You recalled about the day you married him. He looked so fine in his olive swallow tailed suit. He hair was slicked to the back, together with his signature gold tuff. He looked incredibly handsome that even you couldn't forgot his look till today, you felt so lucky walking down that aisle.

On top of that, Prince Noya is very well-known for his achievements to the country. He's one of the most hands on prince in the castle, going out on expeditions, tours, rounds around the country. He also attended events and meetings at other countries. All in all, he's an active prince.

But you didn't expect barely even being able to talk to him, even though you share the same bed as this man. The worst thing? You have not even consummate your marriage, because on the night of your wedding, he had to leave for an emergency negotiation. All you did was share a kiss when he unveiled you. Although he would kiss you goodnight and good morning daily, but that was it.

You sighed as Lucille finished your hair for the day. You decided to walk around the royal library to find a nice book to read.

"princess y/n," It was prince Yaku. He wasn't from the Nishinoya family but he was Yuu's cousin from his maternal side. Prince Yaku was also a hands on prince, and he is also well liked by many citizens and people around him.

"oh please cut the formalities Prince Yaku. What brings you here today?"

"doing some reading on my free day, you?"

"finding a nice book to pass time.."

"until Yuu comes back?" he teased and you blushed.

"How did that lucky bastard find a girl like you?" he patted your head, "always waiting for him to come home."

Someone cleared their throat and you both looked towards the direction of the noise. It was Prince Noya.

You smiled as you walked to his side, "you're home early,"

"What are you doing with my wife?" Noya spoke with a low growl, pulling you closer to him with one hand.

"Just chatting about a book~" Yaku smirked at his cousin, taking this cue to leave. He patted Noya on the shoulder as he brushed past him.

"Was he flirting with you?" Noya turned to look at you as soon as Yaku was out of his sight.

"No! We only just met moments before you came!" you quickly explained.

"okay, don't let other men touch you in the future." Noya said with a tinge of irritation in his voice.

You suddenly felt a surge of courage rising within you.

"why do you care actually?" you said sadly, "this is just a forced marriage for you, isn't it?"

Noya's eyes darted to you with surprise. He looked around, as if checking whether anyone heard what you said. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to your shared room.

"ow!" you cried out when he yanked you into the room.

Noya quickly let your hand go, guilt rising in him thinking that he might have hurt you. He quickly took your hand in his again, checking for any injuries.

"I'm fine," you pulled your hand away from his, not wanting to look him in the eye.

Noya suddenly took a step closer to you, causing you to lean against the wall behind. He wasn't very tall, so you could feel his breath against your ear, "what did you say earlier, in the library?"

"I-... I know I shouldn't let another men touch me, since I'm your legally wedded wife..." you quickly tried to own up to your mistakes.

"No. What did you say?" Noya repeated himself, this time more calm and quiet.

"t-this is just a f-forced marriage for you, isn't it?"

"why would you think that?" he looked you straight in the eye now, his expression deadpanned, not giving any of his thoughts away.

"b-because it was just arranged by our fathers. You didn't have a choice, do you?"

"I did. I've liked you for a long time now which was I agreed to it. Didn't you?"

"I- didn't disagree.." you were shock at his sudden confession.. You didn't know that Prince Noya had his eyes on you all these while??

"So that's a yes, so why was this forced?" he had two hand on either side of you, caging you against him and the wall. He didn't touch you, but being so close to him sent your heart racing. You could see his neck so clearly, his adam's apple bobbed a little as he spoke. His defined chest and biceps could be seen through his shirt.

You felt a wave of heat pooling between your legs as your thighs squeezed together involuntarily.

"I... Because..." you felt your cheeks getting warmer at your lewd thoughts

"because..?" he cocked his head to the side, getting a clearer view of your face.

"Because you seemed like you didn't want to be with me..."

Noya let out a sigh, "I'm sorry for neglecting you, my princess. I admit.. I had been really busy because of political issues."

"I know.. it's okay." you said disappointedly, wanted to turn away and end the conversation.

"but things are better now." he suddenly held onto your waist, "I'll have some time off. We'll be going for a honeymoon, you can decide on where you want to go." he smiled, giving you a peck on the cheek.

"o-okay..." you blushed even harder at the physical affection he's finally giving you.

"but first.." Noya's voice trailed away, "I think we should complete our marriage before anyone could steal you away...."

He hands were quick to move to the back of your dress, unzipping them quickly.

"so that you belong to me and only me." he peppered kisses to your shoulder and collarbone.

You could already feel your underwear getting soaked and you tried pressing your thighs together even harder. But the friction caused you to be more aroused. Your fists balled onto Noya's shirt, as you tried to suppress your moans. You didn't want to sound so needy during your very first time.

"What's wrong?" he sucked onto your skin, causing legions, "don't hide your voice. We're lawfully wedded so it's normal to do the deed. I want everyone to hear."

You hid your face into Noya's neck as you mewled. Noya gave a chuckle as he carried you out of your dress and onto your bed. He looked at your body as his lips parted slightly.

You hurriedly tried to cover yourself up in embarrassment but your arms were quickly pinned on either side.

"I'm your husband, so don't be shy. I've been imagining this for months now, princess. You have no idea how many times I've fucked my fist thinking of this."

He pulled your bra down, exposing your breasts. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, like a predator looking at it's prey. He licked your nipple and you gasped at the sudden cooling sensation.

"fuck." he proceed to suck on them, his other hand fondling with your other breast.

You felt your sex twitching in heat and pain, begging for some attention or intrusion and you whined, clutching into Noya's free hand.

"What do you need princess? Tell me. Only me."

You slowly guided his hand to your crotch, brushing his fingers against your wet cloth. "It feels painful here, Yuu..."

"Fuck you drive me crazy." he hissed as he felt your damp underwear, "I've kept you waiting for too long haven't I?"

In one swift move he pulled your underwear off, parting your legs slightly.

"no... don't look there..."

Your hole was glistening in your arousal and you even had some on your thighs.

"ahh!" you screamed as Noya licked your pussy. He pulled onto his hair as your thighs clamped his head tightly. He sucked and licked as he savoured all your juices.

"you taste good, y/n." his tongue was already exploring further and further into you and you were a moaning mess. Your toes curled together as you felt insides coil up.

"yuu... ah~" you moaned lewdly, "i-it feels so hot b-below.."

Noya pulled your thigh over his shoulder so he could access further into your vagina and he had a thumb circle around your clit.

"Let it go baby, cum for me my good girl."

You felt something release and a wave of pleasure washed upon you as your felt your vagina wall pulsing against Noya's tongue. His fingers slowly let you down from your high and your whole body suddenly went limp.

Noya let your leg down gently as he knelt before you, licking your juices off his lips. "that was fucking sexy, princess. Felt good, huh?"

Your bottom lip grazed against your top row of teeth slightly as you nodded, still in your euphoria.

Noya chuckled as he unbuckled his belt, pulling out his member. Despite his small stature, he had a nice size and girth. Seeing his member made your pussy pool in arousal again.

"Easy princess," he slowly aligned his dick at your entrance, "I should try to get you more ready, but I'm at my limits here, baby. Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

He slowly pushed in as you cried out in pain. It was like your skin was tearing apart. Your hole was hot - like it was on fire. Your fingers dug into the flesh of his back.

Amidst the stinging feeling, you wanted more of him, to go deeper within you, it was painful yet pleasureful at the same time, it was a strange feeling.

Noya steadied your thighs so that he could have a better angle as he slowly pushed himself further in. "You're so tight baby, you're gripping on me so hard."

When he was all the way in, he paused and took a good look at you, "I'm in princess, you okay?"

You nodded, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling as one with him. You felt the pain melting away to the pleasure.

He slowly started rocking against you, grinding his hips back and forth. You moaned in rapture, wrapping your legs around his frame, wanting more and more.

Noya smirked, adjusting your thighs higher and spreading them apart, trying to find your spot.

"Yuu! Ahh!" you screamed in pleasure as he hit a particular spot, causing your walls to tighten up again. Another heat was pooling into your abdomen similar to the earlier one.

"princess, I can't hold out much longer," he hissed as he sucked more legions onto your skin, "cum for me, will ya?"

He brought his thumb to your clit again, rubbing against them with the right force and angle. The pleasure build up and without warning, your climax spilled over and crashed over you like a tsunami. Your moans turned silent and all you could do was grip onto Noya's biceps as your entire body went rigid, twitching with your high.

Noya thrusted a few more times into you as he released with a low groan. He jerked a few more times against you, filling your insides to the brim with his cum.

He held you as you both tried to catch your breath. You felt his dick slowly go limp inside of you and he slowly pulled himself out, earning another whine from you.

He flopped beside you, pulling you flush against his chest, pressing kisses on your face. "I'm so blessed that you're mine and all mine."

#aine's 1700 event #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya imagine #nishinoya headcanons #nishinoya smut #haikyuu au #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you

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jasakime · 3 months

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[COMMISSION INFO: DM me if interested 💗]

Thank you so much @ofthreechords for commissioning me! The boys and Nibbles cosplaying as Hi-Fi rush characters. I especially enjoyed designing and drawing Nibbles <3 Please forgive me I am rusty drawing Kerry 💀

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❝It’s always a pleasure to see you sauntering over. ❞

||Hi everyone!!! This is skin from @istoleyoursk1n, this blog will be entirely dedicated to RPING as Astarion whether that be through Asks or actual message replies!! All answers will be answered in character unless said otherwise||

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NOTICE🥀

•This is in fact an Astarion RP acc where I follow along with whatever you have surprise surprise

•Your way of how Astarion acts may differ from mine so please consider that. Though, as much as possible I made him act as he does in game

•This blog is fairly new and I’m a tad bit rusty at RP so forgive me💀

•Yes I do requests! Which will be explained later.

•As much as possible no outright NSFW, however, suggestion/implied stuff is fine!

•I will only reply as the Admin like ((This)). If anything has “quotation marks” I’m replying as Astarion

•As much as possible I’m not outright describing how he’d react unless it's a full-on roleplay. I’m merely responding as him.

•Feel free to roleplay as your characters through the ask box! I will reply as Astarion ❤️🥀

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HOW TO REQUEST?🥀

You may send an ask that says:

>>“How would Astarion reply to my Tav saying this: … “

Or an Ask mimicking how your Tav/Durge would speak if you wish to have a direct conversation with Astarion.

It doesn't have to be your Tav/Durge. I am more than willing to act out ships you may have with Astarion and other origin characters such as Bloodweave etc.

In short, this is all just ✨Fan service✨ for you all to indulge in.

❝ Enjoy Darlings, I promise I don’t bite.❞

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furowrites · 1 year

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Patronus Charm + Amortentia Hogwarts Legacy Headcanons (ft. Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt & Garreth Weasley)

i am reviving this account, it turns out :)

my credentials for these headcanons? i watch the hp movies every time i’m sick, and i’m halfway through the books. there you go

my writing has grown a bit rusty, please forgive <3

Sebastian Sallow

I am adamant about Sebastian’s Patronus Charm being a wild horse; specifically a wild one, regardless of breed

There’s something about the untamed pride and stubbornness about horses in the wild that make them very suitable to be his Patronus

Also wild horses have extremely finicky and complex social hierarchy and behaviors, so in my opinion, it really works

I believe the scents Sebastian would smell in his Amortentia include a dash of cinnamon, plain and simple; a dusty puff that surges from a book that hasn’t been opened in years; and the burn of brazier coals

(We know Sebastian is always sneaking around, and he is often overcome with the rush of adrenaline and triumph after being successful in his mischief, whilst braziers light the paths of the night, be it along Hogwarts dungeons and passages, or pathways cutting across the highlands)

(He has mentioned before how his parents had instilled in him an appreciation for books, and that in addition to his particular penchant for slipping into the Restricted Section, I conclude the clammy, dusty smell caught within a dated book may hit a weak spot for him)

(This might be a quite biased perspective, but cinnamon tends to be a spice that one very occasionally sprinkles on their food or drink, and he believes it takes a specific type of rowdiness to add it onto one’s tea, or butterbeer. When he was but a wee little third-year, Sebastian overheard a few older Hogwarts students in The Three Broomsticks—who all happened to be girls he found quite pretty—and one of them jokingly said something along the lines of “only fine-looking women put cinnamon in their butterbeer.” For some reason, it stuck with him forever)

Ominis Gaunt

It took me a while to figure this one out, but then it hit me like a train: his Patronus is a swan!

It’s almost so obvious: swans move with such grace and elegance, both in flight and on water; their feathers are soft and add great quality to many accessories

They also mate for life and are very devoted partners, which I believe to be very plausible for Ominis

Swans have always been a symbol of romanticism, and I happen to think Ominis can be, once he is close and comfortable enough with someone, quite doting and romantic

To Ominis, Amortentia has a verdant, grassy must; it also has delicate, flowery hints; and lastly, the smokey trail of a train

(It would perhaps be easy to assume Ominis would smell something like bergamot, or jasmine, which he could easily associate with the afternoon tea at the Gaunt estate; however, I believe due to the hurt that regularly came with his family’s company, it would be more likely for him to find solace in the scents he could attribute to the presence of those who lived around him; for instance, fresh garden trims left by the greenskeeper, or the hay being shoveled by the stableboy)

(Listen, if there’s one thing Ominis is unapologetically a spoiled, rich kid about, it’s tastefully-scented silks of linen or robes, placed neatly at the end of his bed, and whether it’s honeysuckle or violets or lemongrass, he can definitely find it wafting somewhere in his Amortentia)

(When Ominis was young, the first time he rode a train was rather dreadful—it was so, so loud, what with the chooing and chuffing and the buzzing crowd—but by the time he was to board the Hogwarts Express for his First Year, he had grown to love it; thus the faint, smokey trace of creosote in there)

Garreth Weasley

His Patronus Charm is shaped after a magpie, and there’s several reasons behind this logic

First, magpies are very clever, unafraid of mischief, and they can laugh!

They’re notorious thieves by nature, too (lol)

Also, and more crucially, in my opinion, magpies receive widely ranging interpretations in European folklore; according to a superstitious, traditional nursery rhyme, ‘One for Sorrow,’ magpies are said to be an omen for wildly differing things, depending on how many you come across (‘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’)

I interpret Garreth to be someone quite misunderstood by his schoolmates—cherished by some, detested by others, and everything in between—he’s funny and talented, and he has the kind of effortless charm that you either wholly captivated by, or it peeves you to no end

For Garreth I only have two distinct smells I firmly believe he would find in Amortentia (perhaps the constant inhaling of potion fumes has worn his nose quite a bit): apple cider and asphodel leaves, and these are a bit straightforward in my reasoning, as he himself is towards what appeals to him

(the sour, sharp smell of fermented apples easily conflates with that of butterbeer, but is slightly sweeter. During the summer breaks between his first few years in Hogwarts, apple cider was the only ‘experiment’ his family allowed him to get away with at home, and so it is inevitably reminiscent of early mornings where he would rush through breakfast in order to burst into his family’s shed to check the results of his work)

(asphodel grows in Hogwarts grounds, and its leaves and roots are used in the creation of potions such as Wiggenweld and Draught of Living Death, both of which take a practiced, precise hand to perfect)

i'd love to hear your feedback! and if these inspire you at all to include them in your own writing at all (pardon my being presumptuous), i would ask that you please tag me! i would be immensely flattered!

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow headcanons #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanons #garreth weasley #garreth weasley headcanons #furowrites

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isabella-kr · 1 year

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Prologue

THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE MATURE THEMES, PLEASE ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR OVER.

IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, YOU CAN READ THE WATTPAD VERSION INSTEAD AS IT WILL CONTAIN NO SMUT.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT REPRESENT THE REAL ARMY!

Chapter Synopsis: Being locked away in a glorified prison isn’t fun. So, when she is given two dreadful options to choose from, she picks the one that will get her out of her own, personal hell.

Pairing: John Price x Female!Reader (This used to be an Original Character, and whilst I revised this chapter, I might have missed something; if you notice any physical description of the reader, please let me know!)

Genre: Enemies to Lover / Slow burn

Warnings: Swearing, imprisonment

Word Count: 1.1K

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GIF not mine

The sharp tip of the shovel clinked against the hard soil. A stone bounced away. The shovel hit the ground once more, and finally broke through the surface before being pushed further down.

A boot was slammed against the top of the metal, stomping it further and further into the almost frozen ground before turning the dirt over. The large clump of soil was kicked apart, the brown breaking into small pieces and flying in all directions. The shovel was moved further up the garden and the action repeated, creating a long strip of disturbed ground.

She let out a deep breath as a drop of sweat rolled down her temple. Her biceps flexed with every hit of the shovel, a small grunt leaving her parted lips as the ground protested, the stone-like texture preventing entry.

Her breathing formed into small clouds in front of her face, the cold, early November prickling the skin on her cheeks. Her nose was beginning to turn numb, and her fingers had long lost feeling, but she paid the uncomfortable feeling no mind; she continued to abuse the ground as if it was her worst rival.

It was only when she heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind her that she turned around. Her eyes were narrowed and breathing hard – panting from the physical exertion – when she shared a look with the intruder.

“Laswell,” she leaned the shovel against the wooden fence, sarcasm lacing her words when she spoke again, “Whatever do I owe the pleasure?”

The older woman looked from her and down to the ground, brows raising at the sight, “Bit late for gardening, don’t you think?”

She let out a humourless laugh, “The soil needs to breathe, which it can’t do when it’s flat and frozen over, can it? Besides, what else am I supposed to do here, hmm?”

Kate shrugged, “Go on a walk?”

“Where?” She laughed, “Around the garden? D’you want me to walk in circles like I’ve lost my mind?”

“Right,” she muttered, taking in a sharp breath, “How about we go inside and talk?”

She shrugged in return and gestured at Kate to follow behind. Wordlessly, she opened the back door of her home and let her in, the inside air immediately enveloping them both in a warm hug.

“Shoes off,” she ordered.

Kate obliged, swiftly pushing the shoes off her feet before following her into the living room. With a stiff smile, she sat down on the sofa and watched as she sat opposite her, making herself comfortable on the plush armchair.

“Forgive me if my people skills are rusty,” she began, “I haven’t spoken to anyone except Bobby the cat in almost three years.” The smile on her face didn’t match the tone of her voice; the words came out harsh and spiteful, a certain venom lacing every syllable.

Laswell opened her mouth to say something, but in the end didn’t comment on her remark. “They want you on the field,” she told her instead.

She raised a brow, “Oh, did I become a burden?”

Kate didn’t beat around the bush. With a nod of her head, she confirmed, “Yes and no. You passed your Psych Eval - you’re permitted to go on missions.”

She raised a quizzical brow, “I’m not a soldier, Laswell. And last time I checked, I was identified as a terrorist by the Government.”

“You were – you are,” she corrected, “They want to put you to good use; your skills could benefit us.”

“Right,” she hummed, “So it’s either I stay here in this glorified prison, or I go out there and risk my life for people who’d pay to see me dead?”

“It’s a second chance,” Kate argued, “If you prove you’re with us – that you’re on our side – you’ll be pardoned for your crimes. And maybe, after a couple years, you’ll be able to leave this place without supervision.”

She shook her head with a small laugh which lacked any humour whatsoever. She didn’t reply, a sour look forming on her face as she digested the woman’s words.

“This is the best I can do, A,” Kate leaned forward, a serious look on her face.

She knew it was true. She knew the woman before her couldn’t do much more to help, and yet she couldn’t help but feel disappointed, a part of her hoping she would be given a choice. But alas, it seemed as though she was destined to follow the path of death and destruction.

“Alright,” she spoke quietly, in almost a whisper, “I’ll do what you ask; anything to get out of here. Who’ll be supervising me?”

“John Price,” Laswell replied.

Her brows furrowed. The name sounded familiar, and she was almost certain she had met the man before. Yet she couldn’t remember where. Perhaps he was one of the officers who often came to make sure she wasn’t up to anything suspicious, or maybe he was one of the Generals who sentenced her to this dreaded existence. Or maybe-

“He’s the one who caught you,” Laswell told her, “The one who was ordered to capture or kill you.”

“Ah,” she leaned back, “The lieutenant?”

“Captain,” Laswell corrected.

“Why him?” She questioned.

“He fought you once and won. He’s seen how you operate. He-“

It all seemed clear now, “He will know how to take me out if it comes down to it,” she said.

Kate took a small breath, pausing her words before nodding. “Yes. He was ordered to kill you the moment he suspects you’re planning to betray us.”

“Makes sense,” she admitted, biting onto her bottom lip in thought, “Okay. When are we leaving?”

“In 30 minutes,” Laswell suddenly stood up, “pack the necessities and meet me out front when you’re ready.”

Kate was gone before she even had the time to answer. Left to her own devices, she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, a nervous feeling slowly creeping up on her.

She rubbed her eyes – hard – until she began to see stars and colourful shapes behind her eyelids. She was unsure whether she should be glad to finally be out of the suffocating house, or devastated that her normal life – or as normal as her life could get – was about to be torn away from her.

Returning back to the chaos of the battlefield wasn’t ideal, and she wasn’t excited to face the man she had almost killed during their last encounter. Yet a part of her was excited – not for the chaos that was bound to unfold, nor the disgusted looks she was sure she’d receive, but to finally get the chance to socialise with someone who didn’t purr or meow in return. Even if all she received was an insult, or a simple nod, she was just happy to be amongst people again.

And so, with a small smile, she ventured to her bedroom and packed everything she knew she would need. She was out the door not even 10 minutes later, eagerly getting in the black car that was already waiting for her.

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